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The following morning, Harry was sitting at his dinner table, eating a croissant, while Daphne knelt between his legs, sucking his cock. Her ponytail was swinging back and forth as though she was running, and Harry didn't mind watching the curve of her panty-clad ass either, since Daphne always made sure to keep her back arched for his pleasure.

I could get used to this, Harry thought happily. Then he remembered the past week and realized that he was getting used to it. And isn't that just lovely?

Enchanted as he watched his cock disappear into Daphne's mouth again and again, Harry didn't notice Fawkes appear outside his window. The poor phoenix had to knock to get Harry's attention. Flicking his fingers, the latch on the window dropped, Fawkes swooped in and dropped a letter in Harry's hand, then flew out, looking more than a little miffed that he'd been forced to wait.

Daphne never stopped sucking his cock, even for a second. Dobby's frequent inappropriate interruptions had freed her from shame, and only the day before, she kept bouncing on his cock when Dobby appeared to ask what they wanted for dinner.

Groaning as she started licking his balls, Harry opened the letter Professor Dumbledore sent. It proved to be pretty short, reading:

Dear Harry,

Would you do me the honor of joining me for a cup of tea at the Leaky Cauldron at 10 a.m.?

Best,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Harry looked at the clock that hung on the opposite wall. It was a quarter to ten. The old bugger never gives me much of a heads-up. Not that he'd even consider rejecting the Headmaster's invitation. Harry had too many questions to throw away such an opportunity, but the meeting did throw a wrench into his plans for Daphne.

Looking down at her, he reminded himself that Daphne kept telling him that he was a great wizard and that he should act the part. In her mind, putting his needs first featured prominently, and Harry could see the benefits of such an approach to life at that moment.

Harry grabbed her by the ponytail and said, "I have to meet with the Headmaster in fifteen minutes." Then he started fucking her face.

Daphne didn't utter a word of complaint. Putting her hands behind her back, she opened her mouth wide and let him fuck her throat to his heart's content. Drool spilled past her lips as Harry slammed his cock down her throat, luxuriating in the tight feel around his shaft and the slurping sounds coming out of her mouth as she struggled to breathe and swallow at the same time.

When his orgasm came, Harry buried himself in her mouth to the hilt. Every muscle in his body tensed as he unloaded straight into her belly, twitching with each spurt until he didn't have another drop left in him.

Harry let go of Daphne's hair and she sat back on her heels, taking a deep breath as she scooped some of the drool that had spilled down her chin and onto her tits. "Fuck, Daphne," Harry said, letting his head fall back.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to meet with the Headmaster looking all tense, Harry," Daphne said with a giggle.

"You're right about that." Harry stood from the chair and pulled up his underpants. "I'm sorry, baby, I'd love to go another round, but I really have to go."

"No, it's fine." Daphne looked up at him with an impish smile. "I wanted to earn a load, that's all."

Shaking his head, Harry chuckled as he walked into the bedroom and opened his closet. The clothes that used to greet him when he opened the door were few in number and poor in quality. Since the tailor sent over Harry's new wardrobe, however, all that had changed.

Harry had a dozen pants to choose from, even more shirts and jackets, not to mention a wide and varied assortment of sweaters, cardigans, and blazers. Since it was sunny outside without a hint of clouds, Harry opted for beige pants, a navy blue polo shirt, and some moccasins.

When he went to stand in front of the mirror (another one of Daphne's ideas), Harry had to admit he looked dashing, but he also knew that some of his Gryffindor housemates would never let him hear the end of it if they saw him walking around in such fancy clothes.

Let them, Harry thought as he smoothed down his shirt. There were things they didn't understand, the importance of how one presents oneself being chief among them, so Harry would gladly suffer their insults. The people who matter would keep their silence and take note of the change.

Walking out of the bedroom, Harry found Daphne sipping her coffee, looking for all the world as though she hadn't spent the past thirty minutes choking on his dick. She really knows how to switch between the two, Harry thought in admiration.

"Wow," Daphne said when she looked him over. "You look dashing."

"Thank you." Harry did a little curtsy, grinned, and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

Appearing right outside its entrance, Harry nearly ran into an elderly witch with a stuffed badger on her hat. It seemed fearsome, yet obviously dead, so he couldn't help but wonder if the woman was a former Hufflepuff or someone who wanted Hufflepuffs to live in fear of her.

Knocking such thoughts aside, Harry smoothed down his clothes and stepped through the door. The main room of the Leaky Cauldron was enveloped in its customary gloom – Tom made sure natural light was hard to come by and the candles were weak, offering his patrons an enviable amount of privacy. The only downside to this arrangement was that it made it quite hard for his guests to locate the people they were meeting.

Thank Merlin for Dumbledore's robes, Harry thought as he spotted the Headmaster in the corner of the main room, sitting alone and sipping from a cup. As Harry walked over, the chatter ceased as the guests watched him pass, but Harry was used to it, and none of them said a word, so he was allowed to reach Professor Dumbledore without any incident.

"Headmaster," Harry said with a nod.

Professor Dumbledore offered a grave nod in return and motioned for Harry to take a seat. "Hello, Harry."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Harry asked as he slid into the chair opposite Professor Dumbledore and felt a privacy charm go up around them.

"I heard you had a little run-in with the Ministry yesterday," Professor Dumbledore said, adjusting his crescent-shaped spectacles.

"They made… an attempt, yes," Harry replied, signaling to Tom to bring him a cup of tea.

"I heard you acquitted yourself admirably." Professor Dumbledore's beard twitched a few times, suggesting he was amused. "Minister Fudge has begun to demand improved espionage training for all the Aurors, focusing on Disillusionment Charms in particular."

Harry laughed, picturing that toad of a man screaming at the Aurors. "Then I suppose something good has come of this, Professor. But I still don't understand why it should warrant a meeting. Our strategy hasn't changed, as far as I can tell."

"Harry," Dumbledore said in a tone of voice that always preceded a reproach. "We haven't expected the Ministry to become so aggressive. We might have to take some action to ensure your safety."

If the Headmaster expected his words to inspire gratitude, he was unfortunately mistaken. With a deadpan expression, Harry flicked his fingers and his wand materialized in his hand. He held it up for Professor Dumbledore's inspection and said, "This ensures my safety."

"Even if Tom comes?" Dumbledore asked. The Headmaster had spent the past year trying to curb Harry's confidence with such remarks.

Tom did come at that moment, but it was the barkeep, and he placed a cup of tea in front of Harry. "If Tom comes, I'll have nothing to fear from the Ministry anymore." Harry looked around the room, bored, and spotted Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil sitting at the other end of the room, watching him. "We've had this conversation before, Headmaster."

"We did indeed, my boy, it is merely—"

Harry had seen something in the Headmaster's hesitation, something he didn't like. "You want more control over me, don't you?" he asked. "Why?"

Running a hand over his beard, Dumbledore said, "I am… worried about you, my boy."

Harry grabbed his cup of tea, found it scolding hot, and blew on it. He regarded the Headmaster carefully. "I appreciate that, sir," Harry said. "But think back to the days when you were my age. How would you have reacted to such attempts at control."

Dumbledore chuckled as he shifted in his seat. "I see your point, my boy."

"Then stop trying to control me. Let me help instead."

Dumbledore looked at him over his spectacles, his blue eyes steely, and said, "How do you propose I do that?"

Feigning nonchalance, Harry glanced at Lavender again as he said, "You could start by telling me about Horcruxes, Headmaster."

Harry had rather hoped that Professor Dumbledore would have a visible reaction, but it was not to be. Professor Dumbledore blinked and said, "Where'd you learn that word?"

"Same place I learned most other words," Harry replied, undaunted. "In a book."

"Harry, I—"

"I take it has some meaning to you, then," Harry spoke over him. "It's how Tom's managed to stay alive all these years, is it not? The diary was a horcrux, but it wasn't the only one, right?" Dumbledore's concerned expression confirmed all of Harry's theories. "Thank you for the help, Professor."

"I must urge you to speak of this to no one, my boy. Especially…"

Something in Harry's eyes must've told Dumbledore to proceed with caution. But Harry wasn't about to let that sentence go unfinished. "Especially with Miss Greengrass, right? That's what you wanted to say."

Dumbledore inclined his head and started swirling his spoon in his cup. "Her family may be neutral, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't proceed with caution."

"Her family kicked her out."

"That's the story so far, yes," Dumbledore said, looking Harry right in the eye. "Be sure that you don't end up in trouble if the narrative should change in the future."

A bit antsy because of Dumbledore's tone, Harry had to admit the Headmaster had a point. "Fair enough."

The older wizard looked him over and said, "Were the clothes here idea?"

"They were." Harry looked down at his pants. "Who was the first person you thought of when you saw me?"

Dumbledore raised his cup to his lips. "Tom."

Harry nodded. When he saw himself in the mirror, he'd thought of Voldemort as well, but as the student he'd been in his Hogwarts days. Apart from the messy hair, they had the same build, some of the same features, they even moved the same way. And with these new clothes, Harry had added young Tom Riddle's elegance to his repertoire.

"I thought the same, Headmaster," Harry said, hoping to calm the worst of Dumbledore's fears. "But that doesn't mean I'm like him. And I didn't tell Daphne or anyone else anything, as you should know by now."

Dumbledore watched him with his piercing eyes for a few moments and Harry held firm, refusing to be the first one to look away. The Headmaster must've come to some sort of a decision then because he said, "Very well, I will let you help me. I have an ICW conference I have to go to, but I will be back next week. We will talk more then."

Feeling as though he'd won a great victory, Harry knew better than to let his excitement show. He inclined his head and said, "Thank you, sir."

Dumbledore nodded and stood from his chair. "Good day to you, Harry."

Without another word, the Headmaster was gone. Harry drank the rest of his tea, set his cup on the table, and made to leave as well, but as he stood from his chair, he caught Lavender looking at him. The blonde Gryffindor immediately looked away and giggled with Parvati.

Only a week ago, Harry would've done anything in his power to avoid having to talk to them, but Daphne had opened his eyes and shown him there were pleasures to be found in the company of such women because the conversation was but the foreplay.

Harry made his way across the main room toward them, once again silencing all the guests in his wake. When he reached their table, he smiled down at them and said, "Hello there."

"Hi, Harry," the two chorused, looking up at him with beaming smiles.

Lavender's blonde hair fell past her shoulders in thick curls and Harry noticed that much of the baby fat on her heart-shaped face had melted away over the summer to reveal her exquisite facial structure. It also didn't hurt that Lavender was wearing the same plaid mini-skirt that made her so popular with the boys at Hogwarts, as well as white thigh-highs and black heels.

Across the table, Parvati looked no less stunning. Though she'd chosen to wear jeans, they fit her form beautifully, and together with her brown boots gave her a more dangerous, though no less attractive vibe. Beneath her blouse, her big tits were held up by a bra, and Harry couldn't help but take a peek. Parvati noticed his gaze, of course, but didn't seem to mind it in the slightest – indeed, she pushed out her chest and leaned forward a little.

Daphne had a point. They all wanted a taste. "How're you doing?" he asked them.

"Great," Lavender said, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "Do you want to sit down and join us?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, why not?" Harry took the seat next to Lavender and put up a privacy charm.

"We saw you sitting with Dumbledore," Parvati said. She had a desert in front of her and carried a tiny piece of cake into her mouth. "Looked top secret."

"The Headmaster has a talent for making everything seem that way, yeah," Harry said, paying close attention to her tongue as she licked her lips.

Parvati giggled and said, "I suppose."

"You know, Harry," Lavender said, butting in by placing a gentle hand on his arm. "There's a crazy rumor going around about you."

"Really?" Harry asked. "What rumor?"

"People are saying that Daphne Greengrass is staying with you for the summer." Lavender glanced at Parvati. "And they say she's paying rent with her mouth."

"Lavender!" Parvati exclaimed.

"What? It's true." Lavender shrugged, unapologetic.

"She is staying with me, yeah," Harry said. "Daphne needed a place to crash."

Parvati put a hand over her heart. "That's so sweet, Harry."

"And what about the other part?" Lavender asked.

Sensing jealousy and a little bit of a competitive spirit in Lavender, Harry didn't see why he shouldn't pour some gasoline on the fire. "I'd rather not comment on that."

Lavender gasped and looked at Parvati as though wondering if she'd heard the same thing. "I can't believe it, it's true!"

Parvati tsked and shook her head. "Harry, if you needed a paramour, you could've just said so."

"Nice to know," Harry said, smiling in the face of the mischief in Parvati's eyes. He looked at Lavender then and said, "You know, I heard a rumor about you, too."

"Really?" Lavender perked up in excitement. Since she was the one gossiping about people, it seemed she found being talked about a novel sensation.

"Yeah, I heard a story about certain lessons with Hermione over the year." A naughty smirk grew on Lavender's face with every word Harry spoke. "I take it's true."

"Maybe." Lavender shrugged and took a sip of her cocktail. "Why? Do you want to know if she's any good?"

Parvati laughed but Harry kept his eyes on Lavender and said, "Well, is she?"

"Oh, yes," Lavender said, her voice a whisper all of a sudden. She leaned a little closer and added, "Hermione was a very dedicated student. I can even show you everything I taught her, if you like." Her hand went to his thigh, her eyes full of promise.

Harry looked toward the bar where Tom was hard at work pouring more tea from the kettle. "Why don't you go ask Tom if he's got any available rooms upstairs, huh?"

Lavender smiled like a cat. "I would love to, Harry." She slid her chair back, walked around the table to kiss Parvati on the cheek, and made her way over to the bar.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Parvati. She seemed to take the development in stride. "I thought you'd be a little more scandalized than that."

She shook her head, smiling. "The Prince of Gryffindor is being pleasured by a Slytherin. That's just not right."

"Really?" Harry asked, and then, feeling bold, he added, "How come you're not joining us then?"

"I'm leaving for India in half an hour." Parvati grabbed her purse and put her wallet in it. "But I'd be happy to help once the school year starts."

As she stood, Harry looked up at her and said, "I might take you up on that."

Parvati bit her lip to stifle a giggle and kissed him on the cheek before whispering, "I hope so."

Harry watched her jeans-clad ass as she walked away, only for his attention to fall on Lavender, who was standing at the foot of the staircase to the second floor. She only glanced over her shoulder at him before she started walking up the stairs, though she did so with noticeably slow steps.

Feeling a tightness in his crotch, Harry tried to keep the shit-eating grin off his face as he stood from the table, and made to follow her. He paused to pay Tom for his tea, then slipped up the stairs. When he reached the top, Lavender was at the very end of the hallway, stepping through the door and leaving it open behind her.

With a couple of quick steps, Harry covered the distance and entered the room behind her. Harry slammed the door shut and faced Lavender, who'd just set her purse down on the table in front of the windows. The room was a small one – a bed, a table, and a small closet, but it would serve their purpose.

"Harry—" Lavender said.

Harry cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her hard, her mouth immediately opening for him, then led her toward the wall. Spinning her around so she faced it, Harry pressed her against the cold stone and started peppering her neck with kisses while his hands went to her ass. He lifted her skirt, ripped away her panties, and started kneading her ass and playing with her pussy while Lavender gasped and moaned.

"Oh, Merlin, you're so… so…" she said, but she didn't need to finish the sentence.

The naked desire Lavender and Parvati had shown him had lit a fire in Harry. Their submissiveness was like fuel, and now Harry found nothing was holding me back anymore. "I'm gonna fuck you and then I'm gonna empty myself inside you, Lavender," Harry whispered in her ear as he started playing with her clit. She was already wet for him, but it would be fun to drive her wild.

"Yes, yes," she said, then cried out when Harry grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "You can do whatever you like, just don't tell anyone, please."

"Why shouldn't I?" Harry asked as his fingers slipped inside her. Lavender squealed. "Daphne doesn't mind it if everyone knows she's pleasuring me."

"You're right," she moaned as his fingers worked her pussy. "Okay, you can tell everyone."

"That's a good girl," Harry whispered in her ear as he quickly undid his belt, completely discarding his plans to tease her. He pressed his cock to her entrance and said, "And good girls get rewards."

As he entered her, Lavender went stiff in his arms, but Harry couldn't care less. Still pulling on her hair, he licked and sucked on her neck as he started fucking her. She needed a minute or two to get used to his girth, but then Harry started thrusting in and out of her pussy with ease.

Lavender cried and screamed as he fucked her, her tits pushing up against the wall. Harry thought he might like a taste of them, so he vanished her shirt with a thought and started kneading them with one hand. They were large and round, big enough that the flesh nearly burst between his fingers, and swinging with his every thrust.

This blonde bimbo, with her rippling ass and easy moans, had awakened a savagery in Harry that even Daphne couldn't trigger. The Slytherin Princess loved to pleasure him and act submissive, but there was no denying she held herself to a certain standard. Instead of paying rent with her mouth, she likely wanted her mouth to earn her the title of Lady Potter, and Harry could respect that. Lavender, however, didn't have it in her to come up with such schemes. She would let Harry do whatever he liked to her, all so she'd get to say she'd spread her legs for the Boy Who Lived.

Well, if she wants the bragging rights, she better earn them. Harry pulled out of her pussy, grabbed her by the arm, and threw her on the bed. Lavender landed among the sheets with a startled gasp, before Harry grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her ass right to the edge of the mattress. Harry pushed her legs apart and leaned down to bury his face in her pussy. Lavender gasped as he started licking her clit, then started screaming when his fingers entered her. Harry had to put one hand on her chest, grabbing at her tits to keep her in place, and within minutes he had her climaxing with his tongue.

As Lavender came down from her high, she must've thought Harry would let her have a moment, but he had no such intentions. Lining up his cock with her entrance, her left leg resting on his shoulder, Harry penetrated her with a swift stroke and then started fucking her with slow, powerful thrusts. Lavender grasped at the sheets around her, her face a picture of shock, but then Harry grabbed her by the neck and squeezed, leaning on her until the leg sticking over his shoulder was by Lavender's ear.

"Look at you, you little slut," Harry growled in her ear. "I should've been fucking you for years."

Lavender bobbed her head as she tried to stifle her cries. "Yes, yes," she shouted. "I would've let you fuck me whenever you wanted."

Spurred on by the idea of having a personal slut in Gryffindor Tower, Harry started fucking her so hard the clapping sounds filled the room. "But you'll pleasure me whenever I want from now on, won't you?"

"Oh, fuck yes, Harry," Lavender gasped. "Whenever you want. I'll be your little whore."

"Yes, you will," Harry groaned, his voice strained, and then suddenly he couldn't hold back anymore.

With a pull, he dragged Lavender off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She knew what he wanted and immediately opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, just in time for the first rope of cum to land on her face. Four more followed, some of his cum landing in her mouth and some in her hair, before Harry wiped the last drops on her cheek.

Breathing deeply, her eyes a bit wild, Lavender looked up at him in disbelief and said, "That was amazing, Harry."

"Was?" Harry asked. "You still haven't shown me what you've been teaching Hermione."

Harry pressed his cock to her lips and Lavender, eager to please, opened her mouth and started sucking him off.

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