Finally back with the next chapter of this fic. Most of it has been written for a while, but the adult scene was difficult to get right. I'm still not completely happy with it, but decided it was about as good as it was going to get.

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Dragon Concubine

Chapter Five

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Harry Potter carried his draconic consort into the medical tent to find a flurry of barely organized chaos. Madam Pomfrey and three other healers were working furiously on Cedric; the Hufflepuff's skin was pale and his breathing was shallow and strained. As Harry watched, a half-treated Victor stumbled out of the bed where he'd been waiting and grabbed a Dreamless Sleep potion off a shelf. Moments later Victor was back on his bed, sleeping deeply. Given the deep cuts, bruises, and what was probably a broken arm, Harry understood why his fellow champion chose to sleep off his injuries. Fleur was on a bed nearby, lying on her right side. Harry saw a burn on her left side that started at her knee and reached up to her collarbone. The burn had been cleaned, slathered with orange paste, then wrapped in gauze which left the French champion decent, but just barely.

Feeling the strain from using a rather large amount of magic during the task, Harry slipped into a chair. He moved his golden one to sit on his thigh with her head against his shoulder, dropped the egg, and summoned a glass of water. Madam Pomfrey turned to him when the egg hit the floor so Harry spoke. "I'm not hurt, just exhausted. Take care of Cedric first."

Harry could hear the furor of the crowd building, it sounded like a lot of people were unhappy with him. Or, thought Harry as he watched an apoplectic Amos Diggory and his tearful wife enter the tent, escorted by Professor Sprout, perhaps it's the tournament's organizers they are unhappy with. Harry started slowly running his hand up and down the delicate and sensitive scales along his Golden One's spine, from her hairline down to the base of her tail. Only a few moments after he'd arrived, Hermione joined him, escorted by Auror Tonks. Hermione obviously saw how tired he was, so she just hugged him and her new sister-concubine tightly, whispering into his ear. "I'm so glad you're safe Harry. I was so worried, but you pulled it off. You actually did it."

"I'm having trouble believing it myself. It was such a rush, challenging her and bringing my Golden One to heel. But I wasn't in as much danger as you think, if I'd lost she was planning on carrying me off and keeping me in her cave to maintain her new intellect and sire her first clutch." Hermione and Tonks snorted at Harry's soft words. Hermione managed to make herself comfortable, holding onto Harry like a limpet. Tonks conjured an extra chair before sitting in it, and together they watched the healers work on Cedric, reattaching his limbs, healing his internal injuries, and forcing many potions down his throat. Professor Sprout was obviously worried, but was kept busy by ensuring that Cedric's parents stayed out of the way. Perhaps ten or fifteen minutes later Madam Pomfrey stepped back. "He's stable. Go ahead and transport him to Saint Mungo's for further treatment."

One of the healers Harry hadn't met before today spoke up. "We'll get him moved and send a few junior healers over. I saw Mr. Krum take a dreamless sleep so he's probably in a lot of pain. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory? Cedric should make a full recovery, but we will be keeping him unconscious until the nerves in his limbs finish reconnecting, there's no reason for him to experience that kind of pain. Cedric should be able to return to classes in two or three weeks, depending on how quickly he adjusts; a lot of his nerves need to be regrown so he will have to re-learn how to use his limbs. Your son is extremely lucky Professor Hagrid stepped in when he did."

Amos swallowed and visibly calmed himself. "Hagrid's a good man. My family owes him a debt and we will honor that, I swear it. Just like I am going to ruin those fools who made my son fight a dragon for sport. Come on Sarah, we'll head to St. Mungo's and make sure Cedric's getting the best care possible."

As three healers and Cedric, bed and all, disappeared thanks to a portkey, Madam Pomfrey advanced on Harry. Harry felt his dragon shift as Poppy came over and realized she was awake, she had simply been enjoying his touch. Hermione detached and stood by his side, waiting patiently for Hogwarts' healer to examine her best friend and lover. Harry looked up at the school's healer and spoke. "Madam Pomfrey, nothing hit me during the task. I'm just tired, but feel free to check. Do not cast any spells on my new concubine. Your spells could interfere with mine, and we don't want that at all."

On most days, Poppy Pomfrey would have things to say about the tightly restrained, completely nude half-dragon girl slowly leaking male ejaculate in Harry's lap. Today, however, she had treated three seventh year students for third degree burns, deadly venom, (Krum's summoned Bezoar had bought him time, but it wasn't enough to cure him) broken bones, severe organ damage, fractured skulls, severed limbs, and exposure to the digestive acids of a dragon. If the fourth-year contestant in this magic-damned blood sport managed to avoid injury by turning his dragon into a sex slave, Poppy Pomfrey decided she would celebrate his victory by buying a round at the pub and having a toast in his name as soon as she was off duty. Still, she did cast a number of charms on him, frowned, and cast several more. "Congratulations on your victory Mr. Potter. You nearly killed yourself with magical exhaustion during the task, but you're recovering rather well. Do not cast any strenuous spells for three days. 'Physical activity' is fine, however; in fact you will need a fair bit of sex to burn off the potions in your system. You should continue until you can no longer maintain an erection. However, be aware that the virility potion in your system is strong enough that you could probably impregnate any creature capable of sexual reproduction, sapient or not." Pomfrey turned to Hermione briefly, before turning back to Harry and continuing in a quiet voice. "That includes witches. Miss Granger, there is no form of birth control, whether potion, charm, or muggle invention, that will prevent you from conceiving if you sleep with him right now. Harry, if you promise to take time to relax and recover, I have no reason to hold you."

Harry gave the healer a smile. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey. I'm going to be leaving the school for a few days to relax with my godfather. I think I've earned it."

With that Harry stood up, both hands holding his golden one's rear. He smiled as her tail wrapped around him; as he rose Hermione picked up the golden egg. Looking around, he led his little procession to the back entrance of the medical tent and slipped out, hoping to avoid the press. None of them had noticed the beetle that had followed Hermione into the tent or saw it quickly zip out the front entrance.

A few moments later, Harry saw Remus Lupin holding the leash of a shaggy black dog near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. To the surprise of Harry and Hermione there was a third person waiting for them, a woman in her thirties with sharply defined features and light brown hair. Harry's group had almost reached them when an unpleasant surprise came around the corner of one of the tents erected for today's festivities. Rita Skeeter and her cameraman hurried towards Harry who was tempted to make a run for it, a hungry smile on her face and her poisonous green quill and a bit of parchment floating behind her. With a sigh, Harry held up a hand to stop any potential questions. "Miss Skeeter, I am in no shape to give an interview right now. I desperately need some time to rest and relax. Please inform your Editor-in-Chief that I will consider scheduling an interview over the Christmas holiday if Mr. Cuffe will agree not to twist my words. For now I'll be looking forward to the Prophet's coverage of the First Task."

Harry was obviously trying not to smile at the sour look on Skeeter's face as she understood what he did not say. Harry's offer of an interview was dependent on the coverage he received in the days to come, which meant she would likely be barred from reporting on him. After all, even if he went to the Quibbler, an interview with the boy-who-lived-to-fuck-a-dragon could sell a truly ridiculous number of papers if they drug it out over multiple issues. Rita glanced at her cameraman Bozo, who would obviously report the offer directly to her editor since he remembered who wrote his paycheck. Bozo spoke up with a cunning glint in his eyes. "So you would actually agree to sit down in an interview after turning down every request since you started Hogwarts?"

Both the reporter and cameraman noticed the genuine look of confusion on Harry's face. "Unless you count Ms. Skeeter ambushing me at the weighing of the wands, I've never actually received an interview request. In fact, now that I think about it, I've only ever recieved mail from Hogwarts and a few close friends. Perhaps investigating where all that other mail ends up might be worth a story?"

While in no way making up for the almost certain loss of the boy-who-lived as a target of her poison quill, the chance of tearing into someone new was very tempting. If I get my hands on a pair of enchanted mirrors it would even be fairly safe. I can just get someone not on Harry's 'approved mail list' to mail a letter and ride it as a beetle. Unless he's lying, he should have received thousands of letters and gifts over the years. Oh my. I wonder how the people would feel if they learned that someone had stolen every piece of mail sent to him? I can do some digging around why he's never gotten anything from the public, how that's shaped his views on Magical Britain… I've heard he was first spotted in Diagon with Hagrid, but even the oaf knows to be wary around me. Maybe if I talk to Barnabas and we do a joint interview, with him talking about Hagrid's heroics during the task and I can dig for information over a pint. We might have to get memories and break out the Prophet's pensieve, but there just might be a story or two there…

With that Skeeter and her photographer went their own ways, leaving Harry, Hermione, his golden one, Padfoot, Tonks, the mystery woman, and Remus alone at the edge of the forest. Dobby popped in and handed two shrunken trunks to Hermione before popping away again and Hedwig landed on Harry's right shoulder, silently judging the dragon whose head rested on her wizard's left shoulder. Nymphadora introduced the woman standing next to Remus. "Harry, Hermione, this is my mother, Healer Andromeda Tonks. Hermione asked me if I knew a trustworthy healer, so I asked Mum to join us. You're okay for the moment Harry, but magical exhaustion can be dangerous if you push yourself too far. Given that you managed to transfigure a dragon into a woman, well…"

Andromeda gave her daughter a warm smile. "It's good to see you Dora, and I'm pleased to meet the rest of you. Harry, I'm a relative of yours. We're second cousins through your grandmother. I took some vacation time and brought my healing supplies with me in case they're needed. I won't ask where we're going, I understand the need for secrecy."

After Andromeda had been introduced, Remus could no longer hold his peace. "Harry, I'm glad you're alright. But what the hell was that during the task?"

Remus had supposedly been one of his parent's best friends, but Harry was not terribly impressed with the man. He'd certainly never bothered to make sure Harry was cared for, and his actions during the previous school year were nothing to boast about either. Yes he'd taught Harry the Patronus Charm, but with so many Dementors so close to the school, that should have been a common lesson. Not to mention that if the man had told Harry he'd known his parents he might have gotten a few stories out of the man before the end of the year. To be honest, the only reason he was tolerating the man was because he'd gotten Sirius a flock of ravens with Post-Owl charms over the summer and had, presumably, picked up a couple of fully-stocked wizard's tents for their vacation. With a bit of bite to his voice, Harry snarled at the man. "Magic, Remus. I came up with and accomplished a plan where I didn't end up in four different pieces like Cedric. Now, Poppy said I need a few days of rest, so let's get out of here so I can relax. Can we walk out the front gate?"

Remus shook his head. "No, the Headmaster locked the gates just after you said you were leaving, no one can get in or out. I'm sure he wants to talk to you."

By his tone, Remus obviously thought Harry should bow to the whims of Albus Dumbledore and abandon his plans. "No. He allowed someone to enter me against my will, he allowed this tournament to go forward, and last year he sent Hermione and me to rescue my godfather instead of putting his own goddamn ass on the line and demanding Sirius be given a trial instead of a summary execution. No, I'm going to spend at least a week getting to know my godfather in person and getting my golden one ready to experience the human world. If we can't get out the gate we'll just head through the forest, we'll be safe as long as we avoid the Acromantula nest and I know where it is now. Hogwarts' wards don't go too far out into the forest, do they?"

Padfoot chimed in with a negative bark, and Remus replied. "Not too far. Thirty minutes or so of walking and you can use the portkey. Your godfather was tight-lipped about where it leads, but apparently you'll need the tents. I'd be coming with you as a chaperon, but the DMLE asked me to speak to them this afternoon."

Harry nodded and turned to both Tonks. "Let's head out, but keep an eye out for spiders. Tonks, both Tonks, you don't have to come with us if you don't want to."

Andromeda gave Harry a warm smile. "I have family business when we arrive. Plus, I think I know where we're going now and it will be nice to see the place again."

Tonks shook her head, her hair color briefly flickering from the dull auburn she'd been wearing in the medical tent to bubblegum pink and back again. "You're stuck with me until Madam Bones tells me you don't need a bodyguard."

As the group set out into the forest, Hermione found she couldn't stop giggling. With the way Harry's life went, he would never not need a bodyguard. As they moved deeper and deeper into the forest, Nymphadora spoke up. "So, is your dragon intelligent or…"

Harry replied after only a moment of thought. "She is fully intelligent right now and she even has a lot of knowledge in her head from the ritual. But it'll take time for all of that information to settle. Suddenly becoming sapient and integrating all of that information is traumatic and stressful, but the potions she took will keep her from panicking for a few days while she adjusts, and the Treasured Concubine Ritual will help her form a stable personality."

Remus snorted. "It will turn her into your sex toy, you mean."

Harry bristled as he turned to Remus. "I know you have no idea how difficult that was, but none of it would have been possible without love. I had to look at her and see not what she was, but what she could be. I had to pour my love into the magic that bound us together. You know nothing about me if you think I would treat any woman as a toy to be used instead of a partner. And I do mean that it will help her build a stable mind. Do you think turning a five-x creature into a woman is simple or easy, Remus? Think. How many other people have pulled this off?"

Andromeda spoke up when it was obvious Remus had been cowed into silence. "None, as far as I know."

Harry shrugged. "Salazar Slytherin pulled off something similar with his Basilisk familiar, apparently. He wanted a true companion, not just a weapon to protect the school. I don't know if the magic wore off after his death or if Voldemert just tortured her into insanity when he found the Chamber of Secrets in the forties."

After a while where Harry and Hermione explained the adventures of their second year, Harry spoke up again. "Does anyone know of a name that means 'golden one' or just 'gold?' My new concubine needs a name."

Andromeda spoke after a moment of thought. "Aurelia is a Latin name that means 'golden one."

Harry considered the name, and glanced at his dragon's golden nails and horns. After a moment he kissed his Golden One's head. "I like it. Hello Aurelia Potter, my loyal concubine."

The rest of the group was quiet for a few moments before Hermione spoke up. "She'll need a middle name to fit in. Hopefully one better than some of our classmates."

After a long silence as they trekked deeper into the forest, Andromeda spoke up again. "The Black family always included the name of a star or galaxy in our names, and you're a distant cousin, Harry. Nymphadora's middle name is Circinus, after the galaxy."

Dora wrinkled her nose, but didn't say anything. Hermione spoke up next and from her expressions Harry knew she'd been making a mental list. "Some star names are better than others. 'Carina' flows a little better than 'Circinus.'"

Harry spoke. "Hmm. Aurelia Carina Potter. What do you think, golden one, do you like that name?"

Given his newest consort was still gagged, Harry didn't expect much of a response so he was surprised when she nuzzled into his shoulder and her tail gripped his waist a little tighter. "I think we have a winner."

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After twenty-six minutes and three Acromantula the size of compact cars punted into the distance via the Spider Banishing Charm later, Remus pulled out a long length of rope and handed the pack on his back to Andromeda. Before he grabbed on, Harry turned to the Tonks. "Tonks, Tonkses? Whatever the correct plural of your last name is, there's something you should know. My godfather Sirius Black is completely innocent. Just like Hagrid he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. I've seen Peter Pettigrew with my own eyes and heard him beg me to spare his life even though he betrayed my parents to Voldemort. If you hurt the last living family I have left I'll turn you into a lizard and make it stick, Metamorphmagus or not."

Normally Nymphadora would have called his bluff, but she had just watched Harry transfigure a dragon into a beautifully exotic and perfectly docile slave girl, so she was willing to believe that Harry was both willing and able to turn her into something unnatural if she pissed him off. She replied in a surer voice than she really felt. "I won't start anything with him, but I will keep my eyes open. If he tries to hurt you I will step in."

"Good enough." With that Harry coiled the rope around the bound dragon in his arms, glanced around their group to ensure that everyone had a good grip (even Padfoot had the rope coiled around his paw and a firm hold with his teeth) then spoke the activation phrase from Sirius' last letter. "Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!"

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After a portkey ride that was quite a bit longer than the one he'd taken to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry crashed to the ground in a pile with the rest of the group. Hedwig managed to extricate herself quickly, then she disappeared into the jungle with an amused hoot, the clever owl deciding to explore. It took a few minutes, but they managed to untangle themselves and look around. They were standing on a beach with pure white sand under a tropical sun; above the sand there was a tropical forest, teeming with birds and other animals. As he listened to the waves gently washing on the shore, Harry took a deep breath of the salty ocean scent and smiled. "You know, I always wanted to go to a beach. Sirius, is there anything dangerous on the island?"

Sirius made Nymphadora jump when he returned to his human form, but the fact that Harry and Hermione had wands pointed at her kept her from reacting. Andromeda, unlike her daughter, had remained calm. Sirius took a deep breath of air and replied to his godson. "Not if you're careful." Sirius jerked his thumb toward the partially collapsed manor house on a hill in the distance. "The main house is a wreck, which is why we needed the tents; water got in and destroyed some load-bearing walls. But there's nothing here that will bother you as long as you throw up a few basic wards. Your bodyguard can easily handle that."

Sirius took a moment to rummage through the bag in Andromeda's arms and handed Harry a folded red tent while keeping a blue one. "I ordered this tent custom made with every fire protection ward, potion, and spell known to wizard kind. Unless you cast Fiendfyre while inside, you'll be fine. There's enough food inside for weeks, so go find a good spot and enjoy some time with your girls. Andromeda and I will find you tomorrow around noon, I need to bring her back into the family proper and then I think we'll get to work salvaging the house."

Andromeda nodded her head. "Harry, I'll trust Poppy for now; she was right that you do need to work those potions out of your system. I'll give you a full physical tomorrow."

Before the two adults went their own way, Nymphadora spoke up. "Where exactly are we?"

Sirius gestured to the island. "Black Island, the last refuge of the Blacks. One of our ancestors claimed a tiny atoll in the Atlantic centuries ago and then built it up into a real island, then the family spent thousands of galleons and many, many hours placing wards. My parents threw a fit when I was a kid, mom cast a curse on me and the island's wards ejected her. Dropped her right into the ocean, then wouldn't let her back on the island no matter what. My dad threw every curse he could at the house, but the worst he did was break the charms that kept the weather out before he got ejected too. Regulus and I spent a week alone here until my grandfather arrived to take us home. My parents hated the fact that the Blacks' ancestral fortress rejected them. We're safe here cousin, even Hogwarts' wards don't hold a candle to what the Blacks have built here over the centuries; unlike Hogwarts the Blacks have maintained and layered more and more protections over the years."

Sirius took a deep breath and let it out, closing his eyes in concentration for a few moments. "The wards recognize me as the Family Head and Harry as my heir. I don't think he would be safer anywhere else in the world, but you should still keep an eye open until you get your defenses up. This is a family secret, but the Blacks have collected magical creatures and tied them to the primary wardstone somehow. They're not dangerous to me or Harry, but the rest of you should stick near one of us for the time being, at least until I get the family's magic to accept Andromeda and Nymphadora."

With that, Sirius led Andromeda towards the partly-ruined manor house, looking for a good place to set up his tent. Harry looked up and down the beach, then turned to his companions. "So, I guess we just find a spot and set up camp? I've never been camping before."

Harry handed Hermione the tent while he set his golden one on her feet, tapping the restraints on her legs with his wand. The silk bindings shifted, slithering up her body to become a collar and leash. He would have released her entirely, but having her arms crossed behind her back was doing wonderful things to her breasts. Gently reaching up, Harry wiped the line of drool trailing from Aurelia's ball gag. Harry turned to look at Hermione for a moment, imagining what she'd look like gagged. (It was an oddly compelling image.) Both Hermione and Tonks stared for a moment; Hermione blushed fiercely while Tonks smirked at Harry. "Kinky." Tonks let her comment sit for a moment before she continued. "My dad loved to take us camping before he died, so I know a few things. We should head into the forest a bit, find an open spot next to a pond or something. There's charms that make hunting and fishing really easy if the food in the tent isn't very good. There's probably fruit in the jungle too."

Harry's dragon looked down at her new legs curiously, flexing them several times to get used to the way they moved. She would probably have fallen on her face with her first step if Harry hadn't held her steady. With a gentle tug on her collar Harry convinced her to try walking down the beach, since he figured that if he dropped her, falling into sand would hurt less than most other places. Despite the entirely new body shape, she surprised those watching by learning to walk on her new legs in only a few minutes. Both Harry's gentle guidance and her tail helped her immensely; she had been using her tail to help with her balance since she hatched, after all.

With their dragon able to walk on her own two feet (feet that retained scales tougher than any shoe) Tonks led them into the jungle, following a game trail to what might have been a walking path before the jungle reclaimed it. About ten minute's hike from the beach, they found a deep pond fed by a small brook where a space had once been cleared, but without visitors the jungle was reclaiming the clearing. Tonks and Hermione quickly cleared the shrubs and smaller trees away with cutting charms and when they had a large enough space Tonks set the tent down and took several steps back. A few flicks of her wand and the tent unfolded, then set itself up, revealing a tent with a crimson rectangular base and a gold arching dome. She whistled when it finished. "I've seen similar tents in muggle sporting goods stores, without magic this one could fit eight people or so." Stepping forward she touched the material. "This isn't an enchanted muggle nylon tent, it was woven out of Re'em hair treated with potions. Your godfather doesn't do cheap, does he?"

Harry chuckled and Hermione blushed as she recalled the Christmas gift Sirius had sent Harry and the reaction she'd had. "You could say that. Can you get some protective spells up Tonks?"

"Sure. I haven't seen anything bigger than a parrot since we got here, but it never hurts to be safe. We followed a game-trail, so we know there's deer and hogs along with something that hunts them." It took her a few minutes before she was finished putting up the same spells she'd been using at Hogwarts plus a few to repel water and insects from the tent's entrance. "Let me take a look inside first, just to be safe."

Inside, the tent was colored in warm reds and browns and wasn't as extravagant as Harry expected. Just past the door was an entryway that contained a door leading to a bathroom with a large shower. Further inside was a fully-stocked kitchen and dining area that could seat six, a sitting room with comfortable leather couches in front of a fireplace, a master bedroom with a bed larger than a king size and private bathroom, and four much smaller guest rooms. Harry and his girls didn't make it much further than the bathroom however, with Harry guiding them towards the shower. Tonks knocked on the door just after Harry closed it. "Tent's safe as far as I can tell. I'm going to give you three some privacy, shout if you're in danger or your dragon's about to change back."

"Will do Tonks. Grab some food if you want, we're going to be busy for a while." Tonks doubled back to the kitchen, grabbing enough fruit and jerky to keep her fed until well after the sunset. Stepping outside the tent, she transfigured a comfortable chair and relaxed into it, listening to the sounds of the jungle all around her. With a smile on her face, she bit into an apple. "Definitely not the worst assignment I've had, but probably the strangest."

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Inside the tent, Harry turned to both of his concubines and pulled them close for a moment, gripping them tight. "I know I don't deserve either of you, but I will give you both the best life I possibly can, I promise." After a moment, he started stripping Hermione with one hand while the other rubbed the ridge of scales on his dragon's spine. "Before anything else I think we could all use a shower."

Hermione looked at the line of muddy footprints from the tent's doorway, the dried sweat caking Harry's skin, and the bits of jungle all three were covered in and nodded. With her assistance, the three of them were soon nude and Harry was gently chiding Hermione to stop covering herself. "Hermione, relax. You are beautiful and literally the first human she's seen naked; Aurelia is just curious, she isn't judging you. Let's get clean and we can move to more fun things." Harry briefly gestured to his unflinching erection. "This isn't going down anytime soon."

Hermione turned around and stepped into the shower, blushing at the way Harry's eyes followed her intently as she started the shower and adjusted the temperature. Despite Harry's reassurances, she wasn't completely convinced that she wasn't about to become a distant second place in his heart; Aurelia was gorgeous and exotic in a way that put her to shame. She closed her eyes as Harry and his newest consort stepped into the massive shower. To her surprise, Hermione felt Harry's hands on her as he gently pulled her directly under one of the shower heads and started to wash her. Pulling wet hair away from her neck, he kissed her skin and whispered into her ear. "I promised I would never forget you, Hermione. The fact that I have a new consort is no reason to neglect you. Just relax and let me get you clean, then I want to try something new."

Hermione felt herself relax as her lover's hands gently washed every inch of her body, even adding shampoo and conditioner to her hair. She really enjoyed Harry's hands as they roamed, paying special attention to her perky breasts and soft folds, even letting out small moans as her lover teased her. Harry worked in silence, and both of them simply enjoyed the casual intimacy. She was distracted from Harry's efforts when she felt something touch her foot; looking down, Hermione saw her sister consort was seated on the floor, leaning against Harry's leg with her tail curled around both humans. I suppose that makes three of us enjoying the intimacy. I… I have to remember that Aurelia is an entirely new person, the way she's obviously enjoying this so much is proof. Just Harry's presence is enough for her to be happy. I'll have to spend time with her too, maybe teach her to read. I have to make an effort to get along with her, she's just as much family as Harry now.

Soon Harry was finished and Hermione swallowed her nerves as she turned around and bent over. As she grasped the shower's wall she tried to relax as she recalled everything she'd overheard about anal sex, about how it could be unpleasant, especially when your partner was inexperienced. Harry stepped up behind her and Hermione tried to relax, but to her surprise Harry placed his hands on her hips and gently turned her around, then guided her to rest with her back against the wall. Before Hermione could say anything, Harry was kissing her, soft and sweetly at first, then deeper and hotter. Both were breathing hard when he pulled back, and if Hermione hadn't already been dripping wet, and not only from the shower, then Harry's smirk would have done the job.

Gently pressing Hermione against the wall, Harry spoke softly, just enough to be heard over the enchanted shower. "You've given me oral a few times and I never got around to returning the favor. Just relax and let me please you."

With one last kiss, Harry slowly sunk to his knees, pausing to appreciate Hermione's breasts on the way down. Later on I want to try teasing her more, but right now I want to give her something new. Harry's first attempt at cunnilingus was… not especially skilled. To be honest, he really had no idea what he was doing, but Hermione still enjoyed herself. (Harry was a fast learner, and he was clever enough to figure out what worked and what didn't.) As he licked and sucked, she began kneading her own breasts, her breath coming faster and faster as the pleasure built. After about ten minutes Hermione let out a moan and slid down the wall as she hit her peak. It wasn't the best orgasm Harry had given her but she had a warm feeling in her chest anyway; the fact that Harry wanted to put in the effort to please her just showed how much he cared. After all, she had given herself to him, given him complete control of her life. Most people wouldn't understand, but I know I made the right decision. Harry never really had any control over his own life, not to mention the difficulty of managing the concubine ritual for the first time while also changing Aurelia. I've only been his concubine for days, but… I don't think I've ever been this content before. My obsessions with impressing my teachers and getting the best grades just don't seem so important anymore. Sure, I still want to learn magic, but I'm so much more relaxed now. Even as his concubine, Harry is still doing so much for me.

A few moments later, Harry gave his first consort a deep kiss and pulled back. He gently pulled Aurelia to her feet and quickly washed her, hands lingering on her body as he committed it to memory. Once she was clean, Harry turned off the shower and guided the dragon-girl to lie on her back on the shower's floor. Harry had no idea what the shower was made of, but the floor was obviously magical since it was comfortable, even to lie on. (When he had the chance, he decided to research the Cushioning Charm and its variants, he suspected those charms would be getting a lot of use.) After a moment's hesitation, he removed Aurelia's gag and (carefully) kissed her, leaving her hands bound behind her back. Those claws look a bit sharp, I'll make sure her arms don't cramp, but I don't want my back eviscerated either. Aurelia clearly had no experience with snogging, but Harry found he didn't care as his golden one eagerly copied his movements. It's not like Hermione and I are experts, more like enthusiastic amateurs. So much to learn and so much to teach. Harry leaned back, looking down at Aurelia as he lined his manhood up with her soft petals once again; between their romp at Hogwarts and the teasing touches as he cleaned her, Aurelia was dripping for him. One thing's for sure, learning has never been more fun.

Harry groaned as he sunk into his dragon again; her internal heat was still just short of painful, but it felt incredible around his length. Aurelia let out a soft moan as he bottomed out in her again, and he bit his lip to keep from coming too soon as her walls clenched down on his manhood. Damn. So tight, it's obvious she was a virgin a few hours ago. Fuck, this is going to be fun. He paused for a moment, eyes closed as he relished in the unique texture and grip fluttering around him. His hands shifted from bracing himself against the shower floor and began to toy with his golden one's bountiful breasts. Aurelia's boobs are fantastic, heavy and perky. Harry's eyes snapped open and he turned to where Hermione was watching him. She was sitting against the wall, making no attempt to cover herself or hide the fact that her fingers were slowly teasing her own folds as she watched.

Harry smirked at his first consort and took a moment to revel in how much his life had changed recently. He still couldn't believe that Hermione had chosen to bind herself to him, but the longer she was bound to him the more he was sure that it was the best decision either of them had ever made. Harry had needed the intimacy Hermione gave him, he needed to be in complete control of something in his life. And it wasn't like Hermione hadn't benefited either; as long as he'd known her she'd been obsessed with her grades, and she'd always been stressed and insecure. Now? His best friend was more relaxed than he'd ever seen her before and she was growing into a calm confidence that was entirely new to her. With a wide smile Harry locked eyes with the brunet witch and spoke up. "Why don't you come over here Hermione? Lie down next to Aurelia and tease her folds, I want her to get used to your touch too."

Harry couldn't help but laugh as Hermione jumped to her feet and rushed over, her fingers soon lavishing attention just above where Harry was joined to his dragon. After her first touch, her hand jerked back, before returning to teasing the dragon-girl. "She's so hot…"

Ignoring the obvious comment, Harry started to move his hips again, slowly moving out, then back in. "Our dragon runs hot, I don't know what her internal temperature is, but she's just short of being unpleasant. Whatever comes I foresee a lot of nights cuddled together, just enjoying the warmth."

Hermione smirked at Harry, her teasing fingers speeding up a bit, applying a little more pressure around Aurelia's clit. "Our dragon?" Hermione's free hand reached up and cupped one of the dragon's breasts, hefting it before leaning down and sucking on her nipple; she continued after coaxing a small moan out of her sister consort. "I'm jealous, even though mine are still growing. She won't have any problem feeding her kids."

Harry sped up a little, leaning down and kissing Aurelia again. Unlike their first time he wasn't rushing towards his orgasm, he was taking time to enjoy the journey. Pulling back, his fingers found Aurelia's nipples again and he pinched and pulled them as he spoke. "It won't just be her babies nursing at those breasts." Harry paused when Hermione's fingers gently tweaked the clit they'd been circling, coaxing a long moan as Aurelia fluttered around him. "We're a family, the three of us. We'll share everything and stand together against the world if we have to. I want you to be close, to love each other and support each other. I want you to love each other as much as I love you."

Hermione leaned back, eyes drifting closed for a time as she imagined being so close to another girl. After a moment her eyes opened and she watched Harry gradually build up speed and seed Aurelia again, she spoke up as the three of them relaxed together, surprising herself by how comfortable she was laying against another girl while Harry was still buried inside. "This is nice. We'll figure out a way to trim her nails later, then she can tease me too." Hermione turned to Harry, mischief in her eyes. "I bet you like the idea of us playing together, don't you?"

Harry smiled and pulled Hermione into an embrace. "Yes, I do. I can't wait to have a proper threesome with both of you as soon as I get these potions out of my system."

Hermione was quiet for a time as she thought about that. Aurelia was undoubtedly going to be carrying Harry's child, and that made her think about the family they were building together. Hermione already knew that she would give Harry as many children as he wanted, even if he kept her pregnant until menopause. For a long, peaceful moment thoughts of their future children, hers and Aurelia's played through her mind. Watching their children play together, teaching them to read, tutoring them in potions and spells before Hogwarts… She could see in her mind's eyes little boys with Harry's green eyes and little girls with her wild hair running and playing with Aurelia's more animalistic sons and daughters. Hermione remembered their conversation about starting a family, the way Harry's eyes had lit up at the thought of having a family to love and be loved by. And then she remembered that she had 'forgotten' to use any kind of birth control. With a quiet laugh, she thought about why she'd neglected to protect herself. In the end, I suppose I want a family as much as Harry, a family with Harry. He really is incredible, I don't think anyone else in Britain could have turned an angry dragon into a pretty concubine. It doesn't hurt that the sex is good and getting better every time. As Harry slid out of Aurelia, Hermione rose and settled on her knees, legs spread wide to reveal her soaked folds. "Harry, why don't you give Aurelia a break and take me next."

Harry blinked several times before he could respond, shock in his tone. "Hermione, with the potions…"

Hermione simply shook her head and gave Harry a warm, loving smile. "Harry, you've been my best friend since you saved me from the troll. You're my everything now. And… Since we haven't been using protection, I've done some research about pregnancy. It isn't a big deal, I'll be almost sixteen by the time the baby's born. I'm old enough that my body's magic will keep us both healthy as long as I get the nutrition I need." She paused for a moment. "Magic does a lot to keep us healthy, the only downside to having a baby is that my spells will be weaker and that I'll have to drop Potions." Hermione shrugged, sending her perky breasts bouncing. "I'm perfectly willing to accept low scores on my practical exams to give you the family you want, because I want it too."

With that, Hermione got down onto her hands and knees and when Harry stood, slipping out of Aurelia, she shuffled over the tame dragon, placing her folds above Aurelia's face as she took a tentative first lick at the seed slowly oozing out of her sister concubine's folds. She wasn't sure why she was willing to do this, if the Treasured Concubine ritual was changing her or if she'd simply always been bisexual. Aurelia is beautiful, and this just feels so natural. I suppose I could choose to be jealous, but I'd rather be happy that Harry wants me to have a sister-wife, not just a fellow concubine competing for his attention. And… I've never had any really close female friends, so the idea of her as a friend and lover is… appealing. Aurelia will probably be the only woman I'll ever do this with, so I'm glad that she actually tastes… appealing? I've tasted Harry before but Aurelia's fluid is so exotic, I can't even describe it; it's like I can taste her fire and power blending with Harry's power.

Harry blinked slowly, almost unable to process her words. It took Hermione looking up with pleading eyes before he moved into position behind his first concubine. As he slid into Hermione, she gave Aurelia's folds another lick, and the dragon reciprocated. With the knowledge that he would be seeding not one but two women, that his best friend had just chosen to bear his child because what he wanted more than anything else was a family of his own to love and be loved by, Harry didn't last long. But thanks to the cocktail of potions, that didn't matter at all. Driven onwards by potions, pheromones, and the loving submission of his two beautiful women, Harry simply moved from round two to round three seamlessly. Round four followed after and the three teens in the tent lost themselves in a haze of lust, desire, and love as Harry took them both in every position any of them could imagine.

When Nymphadora woke up the next morning in her comfortable chair to the sounds of three teenagers still fucking in every room of their tent, she sighed and sent a messenger Patronus to her mother. "Mom, you'll want to reschedule that physical for tonight or tomorrow, those three are still fucking like rabbits."

After that, Dora raised her wand and summoned a fish from the nearby pond, expertly gutting and setting it to cook on a small fire outside the tent; she could still hear them going at it, probably in the living room, and she had no desire to interrupt. Harry must be powerful if they're still going strong, that kind of endurance isn't possible without magic. I wonder if whatever spell he used on the dragon is feeding more magic into his system? By now all three of them must have fallen into a frenzy, if I step in to check on them they'll probably pull me in without even being aware of it. I'm sure they're having a lot of fun, but... Unlike Hermione she had no desire to get dragged into a foursome with such lasting consequences; even if it sounded like a lot of fun and Harry apparently had more stamina than any wizard she'd ever even heard of. So instead she ignored the sounds of sex and forced herself to remain professional. More transfiguration had a tea set boiling away next to her fish as she fished out a few cheap tea bags from an expanded pocket. As her breakfast cooked she leaned back in the sinfully comfortable chair Hufflepuff House taught its students to create and focused on the sounds of the jungle all around her. "Definitely not the worst assignment I've had."

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As the sun set in England, the Daily Prophet's Editor-in-Chief Barnabas Cuffe and his nine best reporters staggered out of the Prophet's pensieve. Ralph Amorin swore violently then spoke in a shaky voice. "What the hell are those organizers thinking? Are they trying to get students killed? I know Amos Diggory, he's going to see heads roll for this or die trying."

Barnabas shook his head, he had no idea what the Ministry had been thinking either. Before anyone else could speak, he snatched up a sheaf of copied letters and duplicated them with a charm, handing one to each of his reporters. "These are letters between the Head of the Dragon Sanctuary and everyone responsible for organizing this farce. Officially the source is anonymous, but unofficially? Head Keeper Sampson knew this was a terrible idea, argued for something different, but was refused; he probably saved these letters in case something like this happened. Sampson was even threatened with funding cuts, if you read between the lines. The part where he claims the tournament council was going to get some kid killed? That's what we're leading with when we publish anything on the Romanian Sanctuary."

Barnabas leaned back into his comfortable chair and nodded to Bozo, who'd been waiting while the rest of them used the pensieve. "Bozo, we need photos. Get special lens number five from storage and then set the pensieve to project. I want a headline photo from Cedric's fight and photos for each student's tasks. Get their best sides, something that evokes the differences between them and their skills. After that, keep going. We're going to be running a lot of stories on this clusterfuck, and I want fresh photos every time."

Bozo nodded, his face thoughtful as he left the room. He might not have been the strongest or wisest wizard, but he was a damn good photographer; he was already planning on the best photos to build up the champions and tear down the organizers. School kids fighting dragons? They're damn lucky that no one died.

Barnabas turned to the rest of his best and thought for a moment. "As for the rest of you? We're taking a firm stance against students being thrown to dragons, and not just because some of us have kids in that school. Taking the moral high ground in this case is easy and obvious. Amorin and Limus? You're on Rubeus Hagrid. Build him up into a folk hero who risked his life and magic to save the son of a very well-respected family. As soon as we can, we're going to be meeting with him for a follow-up, assuming he's still alive."

Around the table, the reporters shivered. Rita had eavesdropped on the champion's tent, and the man they'd sent to research Potter's claim that being eaten alive was a better death than losing one's magic had already come back, his skin pale and eyes wide. "The fact that the man actually is a hero should make that easy. Learn what you can about his involvement in the war, I've known about Hagrid since I attended Hogwarts in the seventies, and I had no idea he was anything more than a groundskeeper." Barnabas rolled his shoulders, knowing this was going to be a very long night. "Hurtz, I want a story on what struggles the Diggory family is going through." He paused for a moment. "Actually scratch that for later, first I want a story on the anguish the students in the audience are going through. Gulch, I want analysis on the magic the champions used. Recruit anyone you want outside this room, but make sure you're factual. No 'inaccuracies' on this! Especially anything to do with Potter! This paper is not going to piss off the teenager with a fucking pet dragon!

"Shaman! You're on an in-depth analysis of the Champion's wounds, including Potter's magical exhaustion. Skeeter! I'm siccing you on the Tournament Committee. Dig into them, but keep to the truth. If you can't tear them to ribbons without lying you don't deserve to work here. For the first article focus on how in the hells Potter got straight zeros when he was the only one to walk into the medical tent under his own power, completely uninjured. Fuck, use that quote from Pomfrey as your headline. Check with our research team to find out if Potter's claim of a 'Great Work of Magic' was bunk or not."

Rita smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, and it certainly didn't bode well for the organizers of the Tournament. Barnabas drew attention to himself again, drawing the reporters out of their plans for articles. "One last thing. Potter has apparently been getting the shaft for a while, everything we write about him needs to be the truth. Dumbledore apparently understood what the kid said during the task but he isn't telling us anything, so I'll be reaching out to find a Parselmouth willing to translate for us. Until then, assume that Potter is not actually a dark lord in training, just a powerful student who doesn't have anyone in his corner."

When there were some grumbles, especially at the fact that Harry had made extensive use of Parseltongue during the task, Barnabas continued. "I mean it. That thing with Severus Snape a few days ago? A Professor casting a torture curse on a student doesn't just come out of nowhere. I'd bet my company shares that there's more to that than we know. In fact," Barnabas turned to the only reporter he hadn't given a task yet. "Amerinus, I want you to start digging up everything you can on Potter's life. Everything. I smell a rat. Work with Skeeter after we get tomorrow's special edition out, learn everything you can from the muggle world and find out what's going on with his mail. Report to me tomorrow evening and we'll go from there."

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Healer Poppy Pomfrey strode through the town of Hogsmeade as twilight fell. The day had been long and stressful, and for the first time since the Blood War ended she'd found herself sending not just one, but two patients away for specialized care she couldn't provide. Diggory obviously needed a full team of healers and around the clock care to sort him out, but Delacour had been a surprise as her burn had seemed to heal, leaving some kind of pearl-like substance in place of skin. Damned if I know what the hell that was. Damned Headmaster shouldn't have argued with the French witch about using his phoenix to take Fleur to a specialist. Damned old man playing damned games with the children's lives. Bugger, I need a drink.

Unsurprisingly, a crowd had gathered in the Three Broomsticks to discuss the day's events. Bagman, while sputtering indignantly at the scene, had indeed told everyone listening on the Wizarding Wireless that Harry Potter had turned a terribly dangerous dragon into a woman and then fucked her into submission. When Poppy entered, every eye turned her way. Before she could be rushed with questions she held up her wand and released a Cannon-blast Charm. "Shut up and listen! You can pester me with questions on three conditions: First, you buy me a drink. Second, you ask one question at a time. Third, you remember I'm bound by privacy oaths to my patients and Hogwarts." With her piece said, Poppy tossed a Sickle at Madam Rosmerta. "I'll have a Blue Hippogryph to start, Rosie."

Most of the patrons, desperately eager to hear the inside scoop, began talking amongst themselves. By the time Madam Rosmerta handed Poppy a glass of nearly-frozen blue arctic-malted scotch sitting above a layer of bubbling orange firewhiskey, the other patrons had come to a consensus and drawn up a list of questions. Politely waiting for Poppy to take a long sip and sigh in contentment, the man holding the list called out their first question while another passed a hat around for coins to buy the obviously stressed healer another drink. "Did Harry Potter really fuck a dragon?"

Poppy chuckled darkly. "Probably. I was too busy desperately working with three other healers to keep Cedric Diggory alive. First I saw of Harry's dragon was when Harry carried her in slung over his shoulder, he seemed alright and told us to focus on Cedric." Poppy finished sipping her scotch and, as was traditional for this drink, knocked back the firewhiskey in one motion, belching a gout of blue flame. "Rosie, I'll take a White Grimm next, and then a Tropical Dragon if these folks keep paying for my drinks."

While she was waiting for her next drink, another question came. "How is Diggory's kid doing?" When Poppy just shook her head to show she couldn't violate patient privacy, the next question came quickly. "What's your professional opinion of Potter's dragon?"

Poppy laughed as Rosie handed her a glass of some pearl-white imported liqueur that trailed dense, fruity-smelling black smoke. "I think Potter fucked her brains out!" Knocking back this drink a little faster than was wise, Poppy let out a long breath of pure white smoke before throwing a small pouch of coins to one of the servers. "Next round's on me if you'll all join me in a toast to Harry Potter's mithril-plated balls! He nearly killed himself pulling off that stunt, but he's the only one walking away without more scars or months of recovery! And they gave him not a single point when he was the only one able to walk after the task!"

It was a bit hesitant at first, but with an increasingly inebriated Poppy pushing things along, the slightly soused crowd followed her lead. Halfway through the next round, one of the more sober patrons picked up on something important. "What do you mean, 'more scars?'"

Poppy opened her mouth to reply, but instead of explaining she jerked back as if slapped. More than one person realized this was the effect of a magically binding contract. Instead of explaining, Poppy, now hammering back her fifth drink, started to ramble. "Damned Cerebruseses, damned wraiths, damned Basilisk, damned Dementors three fucking times, damned fucking blood sport tournament, damned goat-buggering headmaster endangering the students with his stupid fucking games!"

As the night wore on more questions were asked and more people joined the increasingly rowdy group, the crowd growing and drinking until Rosmerta's entire stock of alcohol was sold out. As people got the sense of some of what was going on, of the danger the students had endured over the last four years, the crowd became a mob, and the mob got whipped into a frenzy.

That night Hogwarts Castle, reinforced by every Auror that could be called out of bed on short notice, repelled a mostly-peaceful assault by a drunken mob, but just barely. In the wake of the day's events, Albus had retreated to his office and drunk himself into a stupor, leaving his Deputy Headmistress to deal with a drunk mob invading the grounds demanding an explanation for a confused jumble of supposed crimes against the students. Also, the number ten was burned, blasted, carved, or painted onto every available surface, including Durmstrang's ship and Beauxbatons' carriage. This surprisingly peaceful riot made the next day's Prophet, but found itself buried in the flood of other articles.

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Omake: New Hazard on the Pitch

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That night on what was usually the Quidditch pitch, the first curious and horny seventh year girl snuck out to the enchantment Harry had created to bind his dragon. She had disillusioned herself and was wearing her normal uniform with a strong Warming Charm, minus panties and the skirt usually worn under the robe. Her plan was simply to masturbate in the same spot where Potter had fucked a dragon into submission. So, kneeling invisibly she set to work on her own folds, unaware that no one had cast a counterspell to remove the enchantment Harry had created to restrain his dragon. So when the first drops of her own arousal fell onto the soft and silky ground, she was surprised when tendrils of silk stronger than steel bound her in place and started to tease her. The more she struggled, the more tendrils rose out of the ground until she was on her back and unable to do anything but writhe or whimper through her new gag. Then, since the enchantment's controlling link to Harry had been severed, the tendrils defaulted to their original purpose.

Slowly, sensually, the tendrils began to caress and tease. A tendril slipped up her robe to her folds, slowly circling her clit and moving closer before directly stimulating her. Another tendril split into a dozen filaments and teased every inch of her flower, and another slipped into her pussy, not sinking in like she utterly wished it would, but just grinding teasingly against her. Smaller tendrils slipped beneath her clothing and groped her breasts, then spread out to find every spot that made her whimper and squirm. In moments she was completely cocooned, though she could still breath easily. In no time at all her muscles locked up and she had the strongest orgasm of her life, but the teasing never stopped. Since the tendrils were made for this they caused no friction burns, in fact they didn't even leave her sore, no matter how long they stimulated her.

That first orgasm bled into the second, and by the third she could no longer tell where one stopped and another started. Minutes turned into hours and she moaned, squealed, screamed, cried and writhed the night away. Even when the shouts and spells of the mob angry at Dumbledore could be heard in the distance, all she could do was wriggle ineffectually against her bindings. Finally as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon the tendrils receded. Looking up, the girl found one of her dorm-mates looking at her with concerned eyes and she could only smile at her with a slightly vacant gaze.

And so it came to pass that a new tradition among the witches of Hogwarts was born. Rumors spread, but the Professors who were so out of touch with their students were the last in the castle to hear them. The students, seeing it as a little harmless fun, helped each other enjoy it, often taking turns helping friends and dorm-mates stumble back to a warm shower and their beds after enjoying a long night. Unluckily for the Professors, all beings with magic flare that magic during orgasm. By the time they discovered this new tradition, the tendril enchantment had drunk in so much emotionally charged magic that not even Dumbledore wielding the Elder Wand could dispel the effect. The only way to remove the tendrils lurking beneath the Quidditch field was to starve the enchantment. Naturally Dumbledore placed a ward, not dissimilar to the age line that had failed to protect the Goblet of Fire. As the year went by, a game of one-up-manship raged between the professors and the female students as letters were written and books purchased by owl-order. A show of inter-house unity never seen before bloomed as an entire generation of witches learned curse breaking, working together to overcome every challenge offered. In the years to come, to the horror of the Hogwarts staff and the confusion of the rest of the world, a flood of self-taught British curse-breakers would take the world by storm.

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A/N: Not a ton happening this chapter, next chapter shows Hermione writing a very awkward letter home, a little of the reaction, Harry and friends getting a physical, and the Yule Ball. And yes, Aurelia was passive in this chapter. That will change quickly, there's a lot of information to process and her personality is still developing. But don't worry, the dragon-girl is very happy so far.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please leave a review! Each one motivates me to keep writing!