Mudbloods and Cumbloods

by Succubi-Lover

An Anthology of Harry Potter based smut, I take requests, Rated MA, no flames will be tolerated given the manner of the material.

6. Know Your Place 15-21

Contribution

Title: Know Your Place

Author: Oraldeviant

Categories: Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Andromeda Tonks, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Pomona, Narcissa Malfoy, Amelia Bones, Mrs Zabini, Original Female Character

Contains: Multiple Partners, Hufflepuff!Harry, Foot Rub, Footjob, Shared Bath, Oral Sex, Cum Drinking, Handjob, Blowjob, Femdom, Masturbation, Teasing, Shower Scene, Fingering, Anal, Sex Toys, Pet Play, Collaring, Orgy

Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training will have far reaching consequences.

Chapter 15 – The First Year at Hogwarts Begins

Andromeda studied the boy as he walked up to her to give her a friendly hug in greeting, something had clearly changed about the boy; she just couldn't put her finger on it. It was like a small shift in posture, yet his posture had been perfect for years, she had seen to that. Any time he slouched he would get spanked, giving him plenty of incentive to stand and sit as his full height, as having a good posture was a key element to seeming in command. You don't exactly pay attention to someone standing crooked, staring at the floor.

Harry Potter was happy, Merlin but it felt good to see Mistress Tonks again, his time at Malfoy manor had been very enjoyable but he missed the woman quite a bit. She was the first person to teach him anything and he owed not being a complete idiot to her strict tutoring. Although the training Mistress Narcissa had implemented after the second day at the Manor had been very eye-opening as well. Mistress Narcissa had been pleased he had submitted to her and her toy completely, but was worried he would do that to anyone capable of pleasing him, so she started what she called 'situational lessons'.

She would pretend to be various people, from teachers to students, pureblood or muggle-born and would place Harry in various situations, either demanding he do something demeaning while in her teacher character or try to boss him around in her pureblooded student character, forcing him to learn how to react as the heir Potter. This often led to a discussion about the various laws surrounding Hogwarts, but it did prepare Harry for the different people he might run into at the school. Unfamiliar with making demands and commands in return, he would quite often falter, yet Mistress Narcissa would deny him release while relentlessly teasing him if he didn't behave like a proper heir, teaching him for the first time to take charge of situations instead of merely adapting to them. She had said she wasn't quite happy with his performance yet but mentioned that 'at least you shouldn't be run over by some stuck up strumpet'.

It had been a strange dynamic, taught what a Lord should know during the day, taught how to behave like one during the afternoon and being forced to submit to her in evening. He assumed she wanted him to be strong on his own but still submissive towards her, which he didn't mind too much to be honest. Their sessions with that toy of hers had made him feel incredible and he had grown quite used to accepting it by now, being taken by his Mistress whenever and wherever she pleased, the most memorable being the intense reaming she had given him in the library after he had shut down her teacher-persona by quoting an obscure Hogwarts by-law. She had told him she was very proud and they both deserved a reward for such an improvement.

Andromeda was pleased to finally have her Harry back, she wasn't quite sure when 'Harry' had become 'her Harry' but she realized she had grown quite attached to the boy, feeling possessive of him. The thought of her sister having him all to herself had not been enjoyable, far from it in fact, often leaving her pacing the room wondering what was going on at the manor.

Regardless, it was the first of August, his birthday had been yesterday and she only had a month to prepare him for the first of September and Hogwarts. When Andromeda asked if Harry had had a good birthday over at Malfoy manor, he flushed red and merely called it great, not wanting to explain any further.

She had him back in training the very same day, actually impressed at the role playing idea Narcissa had implemented and continued it, adding in various characters like Hogwarts girls trying to seduce him. Her warning about 'if I hear you have had sex without using the contraception charm you will be spanked 200 times per day, every single day for a month' had caused his face to pale, meaning the lesson had stuck well.

She didn't really need to worry too much about the younger girls to be fair, Harry had been having sexual activities with three women who had been fully into their womanhood for years now, eleven year old girls with flat breasts and lacking hips didn't even register as sexually appealing to him. Andromeda's worries were more about some gold digging seventh year who decided carrying the next heir Potter was the solution to her problems, hence why she stressed the need to perfect the contraception charm.

Harry was still a virgin in the classical sense, whereas Petunia had no interest to change that, Andromeda and Narcissa did not dare take any risks with his possibly potent seed. Should an accidental pregnancy occur and the word leak out, the wizarding world would take one look at their ancestry and age before the dirtiest word known to purebloods would start floating around, 'line-theft'.

Whereas sex with minors and incest were officially frowned upon, the pureblood community had never wanted to delve into laws concerning those matters too deeply, which wasn't surprising with their questionable decisions regarding inbreeding to keep the lines 'pure' and their propensity for underage marriage contracts. A Black sister pregnant with a Potter heir was another matter entirely, line-theft could get you the death penalty easily, as both the dark and the light side were scared senseless that someone would steal their lineage.

Narcissa had been tempted to bind the boy more securely to her by taking his virginity, but he had very potent magic and still lacked full control, meaning a subconscious desire to plant his seed into her could have made his magic react, bypassing any contraception charm and landing them both into a whole heap of trouble.

The month of August passed quickly, with Andromeda instructing Harry on the basics of Occlumency, in hopes of keeping their private actions just that, private. Occlumency was the art of hiding your thoughts and emotions, especially from the probing eyes of a Legilimens, a person who can navigate through a person's mind and correctly interpret their findings. The mind was not a book or a castle, but rather a flow of disjointed thoughts and emotions, making Legilimency a rare gift as reading the mind with any degree of accuracy was difficult. Occlumency on the other hand exploited the flowing disjointed state of the mind, the most basic step of learning was the ability to clear your mind of both, emotion and thought, leaving the Legilimens with no pathways to follow and causing their probe to fizzle out or be forcibly rejected by the mind once detected. Master Occlumens could even go as far as adding artificial pathways, making their lie a reality in their mind, convincingly lying to and deceiving other Legilimens.

Master Legilimens on the other hand were terrifying, not only because they could easily flow through the pathways of the mind, interpreting your innermost thoughts, but because they could also add their own to your mind; creating false visions and influencing your dreams. Harry had been taught to control his emotions since an early age, whether to hide his early disgust at being forced to serve Aunt Petunia, or to hide his relationship with Mistress Tonks at the school, leaving him with a somewhat solid self-control. He knew Mistress Narcissa would scoff at that, but he didn't include her as she could drive him insane with ease, simply using her sensual voice and voluptuous body.

Andromeda was no expert at Legilimency but knew enough to get Harry to recognize the feeling of someone probing his mind, instantly closing his eyes and turning away. A defence which would not help against anyone trying to detect his lying, as it showed he knew about the probing and wanted to avoid it, but it did keep his secrets his own. The added meditation he did before bed also seemed to ease his sleep slightly, as well as slightly improving his memory retention, which wasn't really surprising considering he recycled most of what he'd learned during the day. Attaining a mastery in Occlumency was of course impossible for a teenager, the raging hormones of puberty combined with a still developing mind made the whole thought of having perfect emotional control ridiculous, but at least he wouldn't be an open book.

Harry had been overjoyed to find out his Mistress Tonks would teach at Hogwarts with him, she had told him as a delayed birthday present, bringing a wide smile to his face for the rest of the day; there would be another person he knew and could trust at the school, the other one being her daughter, Nymphadora; who had jokingly sparred with Harry during the summer; impressing him with her incredible agility in battle. Something he was told came from her unique ability to manipulate her body, letting her flow between spells with ease.

Harry really enjoyed her easy going attitude and playful sense of humour, not to mention that her penchant for the colourful tight-fitting tank tops that bounced in sync with her movement didn't hurt either. She would laugh at him whenever she caught him staring, sometimes inflating her breasts to the size of melons, grinning at his gobsmacked face. She was however rather clumsy when not sparring, something to do with her inner ear having to constantly adjust to a different centre of weight, but she couldn't be bothered to concentrate on it outside of battle.

The other change was that he now called Mistress Tonks Mistress Andromeda, as he kept getting confused with calling Nymphadora simply Tonks; sometimes starting to add the Mistress prefix by habit before remembering.

The young Potter stared in confusion at the Hogwarts Express, wondering why they were still using steam trains out of all things. He shrugged it aside, assuming it was another obsession wizards seemed to have with tradition, regardless of how outdated it was. He tried to resist fidgeting in the unfamiliar acromantula silk robes he was wearing, the Potter crest clearly visible on his chest. He had been hinting at wanting to hide his identity at the train station but Mistress Andromeda had been quick to put an end to such thoughts,

"Hide? HIDE? You would show the wizarding world that you are ashamed of being the heir Potter? Do you think hiding would make people overlook you?"

Not letting him get a word in she continued,

"The press will hound you and people will follow your every move, trying to hide it will achieve nothing besides making people think you have something to hide. No, you should take pride in your position as the future head of the house of Potter, pride in your parents sacrifice and pride in your heritage as a wizard. Hiding is for weaklings, a Lord is not a weakling! If you show fear they will pounce on you, exploit you and wring you dry according to their wishes. No, absolutely not. You will show them the proud heir Potter, defeater of Lord Voldemort and a future political powerhouse." Thoroughly cowed he had dropped the matter, he knew she had a point and was most likely correct, Mistress Andromeda knew a lot more about the wizarding world than he did.

As they walked towards the train conversations slowly died down and hushed whispers started, every eye glued to the young boy, wearing a clearly expensive set of dark red robes with the golden Potter crest clearly visible, made to be stared at. His posture was perfect, accentuating his height and the blowing wind parted his dark locks, showing the world famous scar for the first time in a decade. His unblocked emerald green eyes calmly met every eye, utilizing his meagre abilities at Occlumency to hide his nervousness, watching intrigued as certain well-dressed men and women would point him out to their sons or daughters, no doubt highlighting the importance of the crest he wore.

As they reached the train he hugged Andromeda who smiled happily,

"I'll see you at the school, show them all who you are, I'm proud of you."

She kissed him on the cheek and watched as he slipped into the train, before turning back to the platform who were now analysing her. As they recognized her face, surprised whispers of 'Black' started drifting through the wind, bringing a smirk to her face.

Yes, her family might have cast her out, but she was far from out of the game, the entire world now knew that a Black sister was close to the boy, a rumour which would no doubt benefit him as there were few people more adept at manipulating the political scene than a member of the Black family. When she was a child she had heard a light-sided politician claim that the Black women must lace their mother's milk with snake venom, after having witnessed her mother blindside a crucial vote in the Wizengamot.

She smiled her devious little smirk at the audience and gave the wizards and witches a jaunty wave before disappearing with a crack.

Harry walked slowly through the train, smacking at the taste in his mouth as he looked into the full cabins, drawing surprised stares from the occupants. Aunt Petunia had been riding his mouth in rapture for the last two days, saying she needed to get as much out of him as possible before she lost him. He had barely gotten out of the door in time to meet Mistress Andromeda as Aunt Petunia had humped his head under the breakfast table. She had actually sounded genuinely sad when he walked away, which surprised Harry as she rarely showed any positive emotions towards him besides complimenting his oral talents.

Finally finding a cabin that had room in it he knocked on the door, waited until one of the two young girls inside motioned for him to come in and opened it.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter, the train seems rather packed, do you mind if I join you?"

Both girls seemed surprised at his name before reacting completely differently. The blonde haired girl on his left giggled loudly, her pigtails swaying as she tried to muffle herself, whereas the red haired one on the right turned the colour of her hair and nodded furiously, her long plait curling on the backrest.

The red haired one offered her hand, trying desperately to downplay her blush,

"Sure! I mean, please come in, I'm Susan Bones and that annoying pest that can't stop giggling is Hannah Abbott."

Susan was expecting a hand shake but Harry had instantly recognized both names, having had them drilled into him by both his Mistresses, causing his training to kick in.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Bones"

He bowed and laid a gentle kiss on her knuckles before repeating the same with Hannah's hand, before looking up and wondering why Miss Abbott was giggling even louder whereas Miss Bones had turned the colour of his robes, her brown eyes wide as plates while trying to stutter out something that sounded vaguely like a greeting. Harry shrugged it off as a girl thing and sat down, waiting for the girls to settle.

Hannah cleared her throat, still smiling widely before addressing the boy that had probably just made her best friends entire year without even realizing it,

"Just call me Hannah and I'm pretty sure you can call her Susan, even if she is slightly... indisposed at the moment."

He looked briefly into her blue eyes before turning to a nodding Susan and smiled,

"Sure, just call me Harry. Are you first years as well then?"

"Yep, future Hufflepuffs!" She shouted while pumping her fist in what looked like determination.

"What about you, know what house you're going to end up in?"

Harry had a flashback to the explanation Mistress Narcissa had provided him over the houses,

"Slytherin, once a house of the cunning has now become a breeding ground of corruption and filth. Whereas the house still gathers the ambitious they are now plagued with an arrogance that often leads them to folly. Never underestimate them but at the same time, never underestimate their high opinion of themselves.

Gryffindor is indeed the house of the brave, but it's also the house of the idiots. Bravery and lack of common sense often go hand in hand and their obsession with ideals and chivalry can prevent them from making the logical choices. Avoid directly angering them, as an enemy that pays no heed to your threats is not one to take lightly, seek to manipulate them instead.

Ravenclaw has always housed the intelligent, but rarely the sharp. Their obsession with books leads them to lose sight of the real world and should anything occur that goes against what they have read, and cannot be dealt with by researching, they are left quite helpless. Seek their advice, assistance and council but do not take it as the absolute truth.

Hufflepuff is often referred to as the dumping ground of Hogwarts, yet it's a moniker coined by the lazy and those that would underestimate them. The ideals of the house are hard work and loyalty, the very things you would want from people close to you. Gain their loyalty and you will have seven years of unyielding support by the hardest workers in the school.

Harry snapped back to attention, trying to sort out his thoughts,

"I do not know to be honest but I suspect I will also be a Hufflepuff."

He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out as he looked at the stunned faces of the girls before they cheered.

They spent most of train ride discussing Hogwarts, what they expected and what they knew. Susan seemed very timid around Harry, but Hannah seemed to make up for it with her boisterous attitude. Their first interruption however, occurred soon after boarding, when a pale Draco Malfoy entered the compartment without knocking.

Whereas Harry held a great deal of respect for women, he had never been taught anything of the sort towards men. Vernon was a fat slob that Aunt Petunia tended to easily mislead and trick, not to mention his Mistress Narcissa seemed to be trapped in a marriage with a man who didn't even want her. Harry was convinced he had to be insane to not want a woman like her. Mistress Andromeda also didn't seem too impressed with her own husband, leaving Harry thinking he might be one of the only sane men in the world.

"So you're Harry Potter then, I'm Draco Malfoy" He gave a superior smirk like they should be honoured to meet him, before thrusting out his hand.

Harry stood up and looked straight into his eyes, taking the hand, as doing otherwise would be a gesture of hostility among the purebloods. Still holding it he looked down into his pale eyes, having to slightly bend his head,

"Yes, I am heir Potter and I do wonder who taught you manners if the simple act of knocking is so foreign to you, heir Malfoy."

The cold tone made him flinch as well as the message, he knew very well his parents had taught him otherwise and would not be pleased about his behaviour.

"Ehh, yeah sorry about that, hehe."

Harry gave no response to the nervous laughter, utilizing his meagre Occlumency to make his face seem expressionless, merely looming over the boy, still staring into his eyes without letting go off the hand.

"Ehh, well, right, I only came to tell you that certain families..."

He looked into the compartment and saw the heirs to the Bones and Abbott families, cursing mentally, there was no way his mother wouldn't hear about this now.

"Uhh to tell you that should you need assistance in the wizarding world I can help you. Right. Good bye!"

He slipped out without waiting for a response leaving a pair of big perplexed boys that stared at each other before trudging after him.

Harry exhaled and was about sit down when the second interruption arrived, as a bushy haired girl ran into the compartment,

"Hey! Have you guys seen a toad?"

Harry, already irritated from their meeting earlier replied with a smooth,

"Please, do come in. Make yourself at home."

His sarcastic tone was not missed by the girl who seemed to blush slightly, realizing she had barged right in, before she seemed to steel herself,

"Uhh right; sorry about that. I'm looking for a toad for a boy and forgot myself."

Placated Harry smiled and sat down before asking,

"What is its name?"

"Huh?

"The name of the toad, what is its name?"

"Uhh, Trevor."

"Take out your wand and place it on your hand like this." He demonstrated by laying the wand on his palm, keeping his hand flat.

Confused yet intrigued, she did as he said.

"Now focus on the toad in your mind and say 'Point Me Trevor'."

Hesitant in case it was a prank she did as she was told, watching in amazement as her wand turned and pointed adamantly towards the back of the train. Gasping, she turned her wide brown eyes at the boy who merely chuckled and said,

"You're welcome."

"Uhh wow, thanks, I'm Hermione Granger by the way!"

"Harry Potter" He replied as she was walking out the door, leaving her gaping between him, the wand and the direction the wand was pointing, as if trying to decide what she wanted more.

Having made her decision she waved at him before running down the corridor.

Their arrival at Hogwarts was smooth, the sight of the castle greatly impressing him as their boat softly bobbed into view. The girls in the boat with him were both quite red, as he hadn't bothered moving out of the cabin before switching to his school robes, showing off his upper body to both of them in the process. Nudity hadn't been much of an issue with him for years and simply not having a shirt on didn't even register for him.

Astern looking witch greeted them at the door, making Harry pay close attention as she had very commanding air to her. She introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall and gave them a short speech on the houses before having them line up. The doors soon opened, showing off the impressive dining hall and the hundreds of students staring at the new arrivals.

Harry instantly applied his meagre Occlumency, stopping his nervous fidgeting in its tracks, trying to calm himself down. The sorting hat soon sang for them before starting the sorting, placing both Susan and Hannah in Hufflepuff, something that made Harry smile as he knew they had hoped for the house. The Granger girl ended up in Gryffindor, not surprising Harry considering what Mistress Narcissa had said about their reckless behaviour and the way she had barged into their compartment. His brief contemplation was interrupted when McGonagall said,

"Potter, Harry"

Unlike at the train-station where the silence had been gradual, it was like a blanket had been thrown on top of a fire, smothering it in silence. Steeling himself Harry tried to keep up his confident gait as he walked over to the hat, every single eye in the room glued to him. He saw Mistress Andromeda wink at him from staff table, smiling briefly in return, before sitting down and placing the hat on his head, hearing the murmurs start up in the hall again. A voice in his head startled him out of his nervousness,

"Oh my, quite the fascinating experiences you have had young Potter, Merlin's beard I didn't even know a woman could bend like that. Oh don't worry, the rest can't hear us, I'm talking into your mind, just think back at me to answer."

"Like this?"

"Yes, exactly like that. Now then, let's see here, ambition there is, but only to make your Mistresses proud. Wanting to save Narcissa hmm? There's bravery as well, oh yes, even more than you might know, but it's directed towards protecting what you value instead of doing what's right. Hmmm hmmm."

The hat seemed to think for a while, if a hat could think that is, before continuing.

"An intelligent and studious mind you have as well, but mostly because you do not want to disappoint either of your Mistresses. No, no, not with the claws. You're loyal to those you hold close and willing to work hard to help them and make them proud, yes there can be no other options, better be…"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

There was a brief silence before it was broken by two girls cheering at the Hufflepuff table, before the entire table joined in, clapping happily and hooting. The rest of the hall soon joined in, clapping politely. The Gryffindors were slightly disappointed, they had expected him to follow his parents' footsteps and the Slytherins were intrigued, the house of Hufflepuff was far more neutral than Gryffindor, which was known to house strong supporters of the light.

Harry walked to the table only to get engulfed in a big hug by a familiar witch, being pressed into an even more familiar bosom,

"Awww my favourite teddy-bear is in my house!"

"Get off Tonks!"

Nymphadora laughed at his blushing face before letting him go join the other first years, she was quite happy Harry was in her house, having grown close to him during the summer.

Harry tried to suppress his red cheeks as he greeted the other first years, sitting next Hannah and Susan who seemed to have saved him a spot between them. When he surveyed the room his eyes passed over the staff table and he felt the now very familiar tingle in his eyes, signifying a Legilimency probing. He snapped his face to his food, breaking the contact instantly, missing the three frowns that appeared at the head table.

When the feast ended they were lead to the Hufflepuff dormitories by the prefects, the entrance being hidden near the kitchens. The prefect tapped a seemingly random large barrel among several others, humming out the words 'Helga Hufflepuff' as he did it, opening a tunnel entryway into the Hufflepuff common room.

"Picking the wrong one or tapping in the wrong order will drench you in vinegar, so have someone else do it for you if you're insecure," he remarked, before leading them into the common room.

The inside of the room was littered with plush yellow and black patterned sofas and chairs, whereas all the touching and decor was in burnished copper, highlighting the house colours. It was a large and round room, with a low ceiling and round windows along the walls, showing off the rippling grass and flowers outside. Round large doors lead to the various dormitories, giving the room a very cosy feel.

An elderly, kind looking woman introduced herself as Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff, welcoming them to the house and encouraging them to talk with her if anything was bothering them, emphasizing that the house would be like a family for them the next seven years. Telling them she would hand out their schedules tomorrow, she sent them to bed.

Harry briefly greeted his four dorm mates, Wayne Hopkins, Zacharias Smith, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernest Macmillan before washing up and dropping into the cushy bed, drifting asleep within minutes.

Chapter 16

A pair of soul-piercing blue eyes studied the young boy, who was eating and happily talking to the two girls he seemed to have befriended. That boy, Albus Dumbledore thought, was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He saw the Bones heiress blush at something the boy said before slapping his arm in a playful way, drawing a snort from him that only seemed to make her blush a deeper red. The Abbott heiress sitting on his other side seemed to find the whole situation amusing, giggling quietly while trying to eat her food.

Harry Potter was not like any child he had met before and he most certainly was not like anything he expected. It had only been two weeks since the term started and both Minerva and Filius were already raving about him, saying his ability to pick up spells rivalled his own, if not even surpassed it. He had the smooth charm of a young Tom Riddle yet seemed to direct it only at the female population.

In fact as far as Albus could tell he barely talked to his dorm mates, something highly unusual for a eleven year old student, yet he was close to both Bones, Abbott and surprisingly the Granger girl, having stunned the great hall by ignoring all traditions and sitting next to the lonely girl at the Gryffindor table to discuss something about charms during dinner last week. The Potter child himself hadn't seen anything special in the gesture, but the soft smile on the girls face when the dinner ended had made Minerva mumble about how he had inherited the best of Lily.

The boy had wrapped the female faculty around his finger from day one with his polite, soft-spoken and obedient manner, especially towards the female staff. Always paying careful attention, with his emerald green eyes glued to anyone teaching him and learning incredibly quickly, he had become an instant favourite among the staff. Albus had learned that little titbit quite well after the whole potions debacle.

The potions debacle as he called it; had happened last week, during the Hufflepuff's first potions class. As far as he could piece together, Severus had tried to embarrass the boy, only to find him far more educated than any normal first year should be. Enraged he had removed points from him only to have the boy quote back the official Hogwarts by-laws; that allowed an heir of a noble house request the Board of Governors to inspect any unjust point removals. Enraged the Potions Master had showed up at his door, with the calm boy in tow, making his head start throbbing right from the morning.

Thinking he might be able to resolve the issue quickly, his hopes were dashed when an angry Pomona Sprout charged in, having been informed by her own house about the incident. This was soon followed by Minerva who said 'she was there as her duty as Deputy Headmistress required', yet the cold stare she levelled at Severus left him doubting if that was truly the only reason.

It all went to hell from there; the boy knew about his pensive and volunteered to show his memories of the class, getting support from both the women. After what he saw in the bowl Albus felt his headache intensify as the women started hurling insults at Severus who was looking at him of all people for support. Like he was going to put his hide in front of the two enraged women, Albus merely smiled at Severus with his eyes twinkling, in essence telling him it was his own mess.

It ended with Potter having all the points restored for Hufflepuff and both Minerva and Pomona demanding to oversee all point deductions made by Severus for the rest of the year. Hoping to prevent this Albus was about to speak up, before Potter slapped his hand over his eyes and loudly said,

"Please stop doing that Professor Snape, it is highly uncomfortable and as I understand, quite illegal."

His tone was polite yet obviously annoyed, unlike the voice of Minerva when she coldly asked,

"Doing what Mister Potter?"

"He keeps trying to use Legilimency on me, it's starting to give me a headache."

Albus felt his temples start to throb as he saw both women turn a purple shade of red, Merlin but this wasn't going to be fun. Potter was excused from the room before what felt like a lifetime of shouting followed, Minerva threatening to transfigure his Potion Master's eyeballs should she ever hear about any Legilimency directed at her lions and Pomona suggesting he might find a small rainforest of flesh eating plants in his room the next time he woke up. Albus managed to placate them by accepting their demands regarding Severus's point-removal, getting a betrayed look from the oily man.

After the women left Albus had merely calmly stared back at him, the man had performed Legilimency on an heir of an Ancient and Noble house in the presence of two highly credible witnesses. Realizing he really did not have much of a leg to stand on, Severus had coloured slightly and stormed out of the room, not willing to verbally confirm his point.

Snapping back to the present Albus let his eyes glide over the boy towards Andromeda Tonks; this had confirmed the fact that she had taught him a lot more than simple Hogwarts curriculum, something that worried him. Yet Harry's confrontational stand in the Potions class did not seem like something she would have concocted, in fact to Albus it smelled distinctly like Narcissa Malfoy. He had seen Daphne Greengrass nod at the Potter heir after rumour of what happened in Severus class had spread; he had obviously impressed at least some factions of the Slytherin house with his actions.

Albus smacked his mouth, trying to get the bad taste out of it, two sisters Black influencing the boy and he wasn't even in Gryffindor, this entire situation felt wrong.

Unaware of the old man's thoughts, Harry Potter turned around when he felt a hand on his shoulder, playing with the hair at his neck.

"Wotcher Harry, mum said she wanted to talk to you in her room after dinner."

Nodding at Tonks he thanked her, quickly finishing his food and standing up, keeping his Mistress waiting was rarely a good thing. Looking at the girls who had quickly become his first few friends he was surprised to see both of them glare after Tonks, with a strange possessive glint in their eyes. What was that about?

Shrugging he pushed it aside and told Susan and Hannah he'd meet them in the Common room later, before trudging away towards Mistress Andromeda's quarters. Reaching her door he made sure he was alone before whispering out his personal password, "Mistress", temporarily unlocking the door and disabling the wards, allowing him to slip in.

"I'm here Mistress!"

"In the bathroom Harry, leave your clothes outside."

Shaking off his clothes he walked into the eggshell coloured bathroom, spotting his naked Mistress lounging in the small white bathtub against the wall, the heated water having made the room humid. She sipped her glass of white wine and smiled at him, before indicating the other end of the tub at her feet,

"Hello Harry, I'm just relaxing, hop on in."

Sighing at the heat of the water, Harry slipped into the other end, moving her feet into his lap to make room for himself. She wriggled her toes at him, adding a little "Please", making him chuckle, she simply loved having her feet touched. Picking up her slender left foot, he started working on the pads near her toes, rubbing his thumbs against the soft skin. She sighed in pleasure and smiled at him, before starting to play with his cock with her right foot, dragging the arch of her foot softly up and down, bringing him to hardness.

"Hmm always so eager, that's what I like about you Harry," she purred, sipping her wine and enjoying his ministrations, before continuing,

"You seem to have become quite the popular boy among the ladies, I approve of your choices, both Miss Bones and Miss Abbott would make valuable allies."

He blushed and coughed slightly,

"They're just my friends Mistress."

She let out a tinkling laugh before taking another sip of her wine,

"For now perhaps, but not for long. The looks they give you are not the looks a girl gives a friend; they are mature for their age and will want more at some point."

Switching to her other foot he tried to compose his thoughts,

"I have not thought of them like that."

"Of course you haven't Harry; you have been spoiled with experienced women so you have clumped them as friends. They will attempt to change that label sooner or later, so you better be prepared."

He rubbed his thumb against the arch of her foot, causing her to let out a small moan in pleasure.

"Mmm, talented and eager, the girls will be very pleased with you if they can get you."

He blushed, causing her to laugh again, emptying her glass with relish, before setting it aside on a shelf. Using her hands she lifted herself up, the hot water exposing her erect nipples and her flushed skin, before she seated her curved hips on the wide ledge at the end of the tub. Leaning her back against the wall she turned her smouldering eyes towards Harry and spread her long slender legs, revealing her hairless puffy lips, covered in small droplets of water clinging to her skin.

"Please me Harry."

"Yes Mistress" he replied happily, moving up to her on his knees, letting his lower body rest in the hot water as he placed his hands on her thighs to steady both of them. He leaned close, running the flat of his tongue up her inner thighs, picking up the water that clung to her body on the way. He reached the junction of her legs and started kissing around her inflamed pussy, running his tongue tantalizingly close to her slit.

Hearing her moan in pleasure he took a deep lap up her soaked slit, using his jaw to reach deep into her, lapping at her juices. Using his tongue to delve deep into her musky hole he started scooping up her wetness, massaging the inner walls and teasing her folds. When she got too wet he would simply suck in her inner lips, rolling them with his lips while sucking her dry. Her pulsating heat increased with each moment, the taste and smell of her musk engulfing his senses as he swallowed her releases.

Feeling hands sneak into his hair he knew his Mistress was getting needy and moved for the kill. Using his thumbs to part her soft pussy he spotted the clit, sticking out in need of attention. His lips were around it in an instant before his tongue started playing with it, flicking it up and down in his mouth. Her soft skin trembled and shook around him, the muscles spasming in pleasure and he loved the cute little gasps she let out. Noticing her soft pale thighs encircle his head and her hips starting to jerk towards his mouth he added suction, hollowing out his cheeks and increasing her humping as well as her volume.

Andromeda exploded in pleasure, flooding his sucking mouth with relish, loving the attentive lapping tongue as it delved after every drop. Pleasure coursed through her veins, traveling down her long legs and heating her chest. Panting she moved his face away from her incredibly sensitive groin and kissed him deeply in gratitude, before slipping back into the tub.

"Mmm Merlin how good you are at that, I think I have become quite addicted to my little Harry."

She smiled in a relaxed manner, watching him fidget slightly as she leaned in next to him. Knowing the reason she decided to reward him.

"Hop in my lap honey."

As he sat down she wrapped her hands around him, pulling him against her chest. Running her hands down his chest to his abdomen she noticed that he was starting to put on a bit of muscle, transforming into a young man. She smiled, quite pleased at that and started kissing his neck.

"I heard what happened to Severus, Pomona gave me quite the speech about what an, I quote, 'asshole', he was for attacking her students."

She chuckled, grazing her hands through his light patch of pubic hair before encircling his genitals, her left hand softly playing with his testicles while her right hand engulfed the hard shaft, feeling his agitated pulse.

"I am very proud of you Harry, you kept your cool as taught and exercised your right as a heir of a noble house, showing this entire school you will not be trampled on."

Her silky strong grip started slowly pumping his cock him while her left hand closed around the testicles, gently pulling them away from his body, fighting the natural reaction of his scrotum being pulled close when nearing ejaculation. Harry gasped at the sensation of the hot water and his even hotter Mistress engulfing him. Her tongue danced around his neck, teasing behind his ear while her full breasts pushed again his back, the poking nipples obvious in the soft flesh. He felt her slender digits prevent his balls from retracting while her firm grip pumped his aching arousal. Not knowing what to do with his hands he grabbed her strong thighs, panting in pleasure now.

All too soon he came, pumping his seed into the water as her hand relentlessly worked his shaft, showing no signs of slowing down. The hand pulling on his testicles seemed to prolong his release, it felt simply incredible and he couldn't control his legs, desperately humping into the silky grip while riding out the explosion of pleasure. A sharp pain ran through his neck as she bit into it, making him moan at the sensations, before the hand finally slowed down and gently released him, softly playing with his receding erection.

He gasped out a soft "Tha... thank you Mistress."

He felt her smile against his neck before she kissed the bite mark she had left softly.

"You deserved a reward Harry, now let's get cleaned and get you back to your Common room."

"Yes Mistress."

Harry sighed in contentment as they started washing each other, Hogwarts was awesome.

Chapter 17

Harry let out an exhilarated laugh as he landed his broom, the flying lessons with Madam Hooch were by far his favourite. The sense of freedom and joy he experienced when weaving around with the broom was unlike anything he had felt before and he was determined to get a broom of his own before he started the second year of school.

Madam Rolanda Hooch was a stern but obviously talented Flying instructor, who clearly was in great shape for her age. Not really surprising considering she spent most of her time doing a highly physical sport and with her short grey hair and yellow eyes she reminded Harry of a hawk when she was on her broom. She even told him he should apply for the Quidditch team next year, having the natural flying talent that made James Potter quite famous.

Harry walked over to his two pink-faced friends, smiling the entire way,

"Man this is so brilliant!"

Susan who had been far more reserved at the thought of riding a stick around in the air smiled at the sense of happiness Harry seemed to radiate,

"It's good you're having fun Harry, but we need to get to the showers if we want to make it in time for the Halloween feast."

Harry's good mood plummeted like a rock at that reminder; it was the thirty-first of October, the day he now knew was the anniversary of his parents' murder.

"Yeah… you're right, let's go."

Hearing his morose tone of voice she surprised him by giving him a soft warm hug, followed by one from Hannah who followed it up with,

"Come on, it'll be good food and you're lucky to have such great company" she preened, while making exaggerated modelling poses, bringing out a small chuckle from Harry.

"Right, sorry, see you at the entrance to the common room in a bit then."

Seeing his mood improve they went to prepare for the feast, speculating about the food on way.

The food it turned out; was great as expected. Dumbledore had obviously gone all out on the hall, with floating pumpkins that had been carved into lanterns filling the air as live bats circled the charmed roof. About to dig in, they were suddenly interrupted when Professor Quirrell burst through the main doors with a panicked look on his face, worrying some students, yet it gave Harry the usual fake vibe he got around the man.

Professor Quirrell unsettled Harry for some reason, their very first day in class he could have sworn he felt a Legilimency probe intruding into his mind, the sensation incredibly faint, yet his eyes were facing the back of the Professor, confusing him. He had reflexively lowered his face to his notes, but it left an unease in his stomach. If it was a probe, then whoever was probing him was far better than Mistress Andromeda or even Professor Snape. Also used to reading the expressions and body language of his Mistresses the whole stuttering thing Professor Quirrell had going on felt... fake for some reason, further increasing his distrust of the Professor.

Quirrell's voice startled him out of his thoughts,

"Troll! In the dungeons! Troll in the dungeons! Thought you ought to know."

The last part was said quietly before he passed out in the middle of the Great Hall, his mannerisms again bothering Harry. He didn't have time to comment on it as Dumbledore instantly had the prefects gather the students and start herding them towards their common rooms.

As they passed by the Gryffindor first years, Harry heard the one called Dean Thomas whisper urgently to the Weasley kid,

"What about Granger? She wasn't at the feast."

"Uhh she's probably reading her precious books somewhere, don't worry about it."

The way he dismissed her safety instantly raised Harry's ire, standing out of the line and blocking them both, his cold voice snapping them out of their whispering,

"What was that about Hermione? Where is she?"

It was Thomas who haltingly answered,

"Ummm, uhhh, well she kinda ran off after charms."

"Kinda ran off? Why would she 'run off'? Where the fuck is she?"

Used to spotting lies, the way they attempted to cover something up was raising his hackles, why would Hermione not be at the feast, it made no sense. The combination of it being Halloween and the fact that he knew that these people picked on Hermione caused his frail Occlumency to crash and burn as his temper rose. About to grab the Weasley kid and shake the truth out of him, the exotic looking Indian girl behind them stepped out,

"Umm I think Lavender said that she ran crying to the third floor."

"Crying?" There was a foreign coldness in his voice, unconsciously channelling magic into it, making it echo in the hallway and making the boys as well as some of the spectators flinch. Looking at the way the two boys were squirming it was obvious who was behind it, leaning forward he glared into their eyes, his emotional state causing trace amounts of magic to leak into his eyes, giving them an eerie green glow as the magic swirled around.

"We will discuss this later." His clipped voice had the same coldness, before he turned around and took off towards the third floor.

Stopping at the stairs he turned to the girls briefly,

"Susan, Hannah, tell Professor Sprout and the Headmaster I've gone after Hermione."

Not waiting for their response he sprinted up the stairs, for the first time in his life being grateful for all the physical labour he had done. Reaching the third floor corridor he was momentarily disorientated, they had no classes on this floor and it was forbidden, it still hadn't stopped him from exploring it briefly.

Hearing a faint scream of terror his blood ran cold before he took off down the hall, before stopping and gaping in awe as he reached the bathroom, the door had been ripped off its hinges and thrown aside like a child's toy. Steeling himself he whipped out his wand and stepped in, spotting Hermione curled against one of the walls, holding her hands over her head in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

It wasn't Hermione who had his attention though; it was the massive beast hulking over her. A mountain troll, a creature so dumb they named the Hogwarts failing grade after it, yet the way those massive arms lifted the gigantic club it wielded left no doubts about its strength, it could crush him like an insect. Towering twice as high as a man it looked down on the small girl before swinging its club back, obviously about to crush her.

Adrenaline coursing through his veins Harry went through what he knew, strong, dumb, magic resistant, before he reached his decision. Looking frantically around he quickly spotted what he was looking for among the rubble, a sink that had been ripped off the wall. Using an overpowered Wingardium Leviosa he levitated it in front of himself before gathering his magic like his Mistresses had taught him, wanting to use a Banishing Charm to throw it at the troll.

Usually a fourth year charm, it was taught to him by Mistress Narcissa, as it was commonly used in the Wizengamot to banish paperwork people wanted to keep private into the small fire kept at the side of the room for that reason. Incendio was obviously not allowed in the chamber as it was seen as an offensive spell.

What Harry however hadn't counted on was the fact that not only was he unusually powerful for a young teenager; his magic was also empowered by his heightened emotional state, fuelling his desire to hurt the creature about to hurt his tentative friend. Depulso, the Banishing Charm, was a power-dependent charm like the Lumos or Protego charms, thus it increased in power the more magic fuelled it.

The charm that tore through his wand hit the levitating sink with the power of a small explosion, shattering it into hundreds of sharp porcelain slices before the momentum carried the blast of shrapnel straight into the trolls shoulder and head. Whereas its skin was resistant against magic thanks to the innate magic coursing through it, it merely had the consistency of leather against ordinary objects. This ordinary object turned out to be a shotgun blast of razor-sharp ceramic, ripping through hide, muscle and bone like butter, tearing off the arm hefting the club like a broken twig and erasing the entire top of its head from existence.

As the boom echoed in the room, Harry could only stare in awe at the red stain that covered the entire side of the wall, before the headless troll collapsed into one of the stalls, obviously dead. He felt slightly nauseous when he looked at the bloody heap, but the feeling was surprisingly insignificant. He had protected what was his right as a Lord to protect, no need to complicate things. Not even realizing he had just labelled the girl as 'his', he turned towards Hermione.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at the only student who had been friendly towards her since she arrived. He was handsome, popular, practically royalty based on what she had heard, yet he had sat next to her in the Great Hall when everyone else had shunned her. And now…she looked at the bloody heap in awe, she was certain she would die in the bathroom, miserable after the taunts Ron Weasley had thrown at her, yet he had arrived again, saving her life. Turning back towards him she saw him open up his arms, letting the small trademark smile spread on his face, an invitation she was only too happy to take right now.

Harry was surprised when Hermione practically dove into the hug; her entire body was shaking in shock and what seemed like relief. Looking at his own hands he realized he was shaking as well, the adrenaline abating from his body as the danger was over. Wrapping his arms tightly around her they were interrupted by a loud "Merlin's beard!" coming from the door.

Their heads whipped around to the destroyed doorway, watching as the stunned Professors McGonagall, Sprout, Snape and Dumbledore entered. It was McGonagall who spoke first,

"What in Merlin's name do you two think you were doing here?"

Before Harry could get a word in, Hermione told them everything, starting from how she had been insulted by her own house and ending with how Harry had saved her, placing emphasis on the fact that he only arrived to save her. McGonagall's face had turned red when she heard about the actions of her own lions, she couldn't tolerate bullying, yet the crinkle in her brow only deepened when Harry spoke about overhearing Weasley and Thomas planning to ignore Hermione's plight. Even Snape seemed to edge away from the woman, warily keeping an eye on her as he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut this time.

When Albus heard her start to muttering what sounded suspiciously like Gaelic swearwords he butted in,

"Harry, how did the Troll end up in its current state?"

Even Minerva seemed to snap out of her tirade as she inspected the troll, it looked like it had been run through a meat grinder.

"Umm, I used a Depulso Charm on a sink but I think I kinda overpowered it."

"Kinda overpowered it." Came Severus' sarcastic mumble as he inspected the troll arm that had been torn off.

The boy blushed and mumbled something that sounded like "I was worried."

Albus sighed mentally in relief at that, when he had first seen the smiling boy and the blood drenched bathroom he had almost frozen in shock, memories resurfacing of another student being found dead in another bathroom, while a smiling Tom Riddle explained how he had no idea what happened. This however was clearly an accidental overpowering of the charm due to emotional stress, which is what he told the boy as well.

Seeing her student was alright, Minerva told her to get to the hospital wing, before storming off towards the Gryffindor tower, causing the ghosts that had come to investigate to dive into cover when they saw her expression.

Pomona rewarded the boy with 50 points for upholding the standards of Hufflepuff and demonstrating outstanding loyalty towards his friends, causing both the young teenagers to lightly colour. Severus had wanted to remove points from the Granger girl, but Albus had waived him off and pointed towards the retreating back of Minerva,

"I very much doubt Gryffindor will have any points left after tonight" was his only comment, bringing a malicious grin to Severus' face.

Harry escorted Hermione to the hospital wing before heading towards the Hufflepuff common room, already trying to figure out how to placate the girls; he doubted they would be pleased at him after his running off stunt. His plans were however dashed when a Ravenclaw prefect ran up to him and told him Dumbledore wanted to see him in his office right this moment. Surprised he turned towards the Headmaster's office, wondering why he'd want to see him again when they just talked.

The reason took him completely by surprise, as when Dumbledore let him in he spotted Mistress Narcissa lounging in the chair opposite to the Headmaster's desk. A smile spread on his face as she stood up and hugged him,

"Mrs Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

"What, I can't visit you at school Harry?"

Her teasing smile let him know she was joking but he still couldn't figure it out, why was she here. She glanced towards Dumbledore and smiled even wider,

"Let's go talk in private; I'm sure there's an empty classroom we could borrow for a bit."

Harry noticed Dumbledore's eyebrows tighten slightly at this, something had obviously occurred that he didn't like one bit. Still, it wasn't his problem so he happily let his Mistress pull him out of the office and into a classroom. Watching with interest he observed his Mistress as her deft spellwork locked and silenced every portrait, window and door into the room, before turning to him with a smile.

"There we go, I've missed you my pet." Her hips swayed as she walked up to him and kissed him deeply, her grinding hips instantly bringing him to hardness. Merlin but she could turn him on in a heartbeat with a simple gesture or a wink; Harry still couldn't comprehend how Lucius could ignore her.

Keeping her arms around his shoulders she looked at him with a smile,

"Some rather nasty rumours about Legilimency being performed by teachers have spread outside the school, causing quite a few parents to contact the Hogwarts Board of Governors in panic. Of course my husband took my suggestion and kindly placated them by suggesting an independent supervisor to look out for the children. Someone with a child at Hogwarts would no doubt do their utmost to get to the bottom of things."

Her eyes twinkled and her full red lips parted in a mischievous smile that was beautiful to behold, making Harry gasp out,

"You!?"

"Yes my pet, I am to spend the next two hours interviewing you regarding this matter, without any of the Hogwarts staff influencing you."

Her tinkling laughter was contagious and Harry couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled out.

"In all seriousness though Harry, do you wish to raise a stink over this matter?"

Harry shook his head, he had talked it over with Mistress Andromeda and she had advised against it. Whereas he could possibly nail Snape with the evidence, it would no doubt turn Dumbledore into an enemy, something Mistress Andromeda said 'only a fool would do'.

Her smile became even wider at that,

"Well then my pet, it would seem we have two hours to kill" she purred into his ear before pushing him up against the teacher's desk, making him lean his hands back to steady himself. Much to his surprise she conjured a pillow in front of his feet before grabbing his shirt and pulling it off with his eager assistance. Once topless her hands were all over his body while she softly kissed her way all over his neck and chest, slowly working her incredible soft lips down his abdomen. As she stopped to unbuckle his belt her sensual purr echoed in the room,

"Mmm I have a proposition for you my pet."

"Oh, uhh what is it?"

His pants hit the floor, followed shortly after by his boxers, letting his erection spring free. Mistress Narcissa engulfed his hardness in her soft hands before her mouth started kissing around it, landing soft kisses on his thighs and the light patch of pubic hair he had. Harry stared in disbelief at her beautiful blue eyes as her mouth teased around him, was she actually going to do that? Her smile and wink, as if reading his thoughts made his cock swell beyond what he thought possible.

At least he understood the purpose of the pillow now.

"Mmmm well you see, I am hosting a small event for my friends during Christmas and I would so love it if my favourite toy was present."

Harry gasped as her tongue started softly playing with his testicles, pushing them around before she sucked one into her mouth. Merlin but she had never done this before.

"Oh, so, uh, you just want me to be there?"

She let his testicles go before running her tongue up his shaft, teasing the skin. Harry unlike most wizards was circumcised, something Lily had apparently insisted on. Her bright red lips landed feather light kisses around the head of his cock, while her tongue occasionally peaked out to caress him, yet it was teasing, nothing more.

"Mmm more than that pet, I want you to do exactly as I say and as I want for one day, with no arguments whatsoever."

Seeing him hesitate she pushed his cock up slightly and ran the flat of her soft tongue up the underside of his cock all the way to the head, before laying light kisses on the head again, enjoying the way his hips had twitched when she brought her tongue into the game.

"What do you say pet, will you do your kind Mistress this favour and be her perfect toy for a day? I prrrromise you will love it."

Her sensual purr sent shivers up his back as her left hand played with his testicles.

"Uhh, umm, I guess?"

She lovingly engulfed the head of his cock in her soft wet mouth, the incredible heat and suction almost causing him to come right there; he moaned in pleasure before sighing in disappointment as the hot mouth disappeared.

"Say it out loud pet, say you will be my perfect pet during the Christmas holidays."

Moaning at the loss of her velvet mouth he folded,

"I will be your perfect pet during the Christmas holidays, Mistress Narcissa."

"Mmmm such a good pet, we are going to have so much fun."

She sucked his cock back into her mouth, the heat and suction feeling incredible before she blew his mind by adding her tongue, teasing around the head of the cock, lapping it at it with relish. He tried to place his hands on her head but she slapped them away, obviously wanting to be in full control of him now as well. He desperately grasped the edge of the desk as she slowly swallowed around his cock, her spasming muscles massaging his head as it disappeared down her throat.

"Oh Merlin" He gasped out as she started pumping her head on his shaft, the hot sensation pushing him towards the edge. Her left hand pulled at his testicles before she suddenly swallowed his cock to the hilt and swallowed repeatedly, milking his arousal, causing him to violently come down her throat. His semen blasted out like never before, the hand at his balls preventing his body from pulling the testicles close. Her head showed no sign of moving, keeping up the suction and swallowing, causing him to gasp and writhe in pleasure, his nails digging into the desk as the sensations became too much. Wanting to push her off but not daring to, his legs started to give out as the pleasure flooded through his body.

Mistress Narcissa's head finally moved, letting some of his shaft free, but still kept the tip in her mouth, rolling her tongue and sucking on it like a lollipop, making his knees weak as his control failed. Finally she let his cock free with a wet slurp, causing to collapse to his knees in exhaustion, leaning his head on her shoulder, panting deeply.

"Mmm my naughty little pet is quite tasty, good thing we still have an hour and fifty minutes left."

She licked her lips as he looked at her in disbelief, as if unwilling to believe someone could make him feel so good. She kissed him happily on his cheek and started playing with his buttocks.

Poor boy, she thought as she softly ran her fingers over his rosebud, he has no idea what he's in for during the Christmas holidays, her friends will be delighted with the entertainment she was going to provide.

Chapter 18

Harry Potter couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched students enter the Great Hall for breakfast, Hannah's giggle wasn't exactly helping him keep his poker face either. The same pattern would repeat as they came through the doors, chat happily to each other; glance at the hourglasses representing the house points before moving on, until suddenly freezing and turning back to hourglasses with gaping jaws. The Gryffindor hourglass which had been in the lead of points, largely thanks to a certain muggleborn witch, was now glaringly empty among the other three. Harry practically saw the rumour spread in front of his eyes, stories told about a fuming McGonagall shouting at all the first years, followed by a massive point deduction and three months of detention for Weasley and Thomas for conduct unbecoming a Gryffindor.

Noticing Hermione walk in through the doors, with the usual stance she seemed to have adapted these days, head down and trying to avoid attracting attention he frowned. The girl was obviously rather introvert and the fact that she had no friends was easy to spot, in fact Harry was rather certain this wasn't the first school she had been bullied in. It also explained her rather unhealthy fascination with authority figures and studying in general, obviously having put the importance of her education ahead of everything else. Ignoring all tradition Harry waved his hand and shouted loudly,

"Hey! Hermione! Over here!"

She looked startled, as did quite a few students in Great Hall, before she noticed all the eyes on her and quickly walked over to the Hufflepuff table.

"Umm hey Harry, what's up?"

He indicated the seat opposite to him and the girls, who were avidly following the spectacle,

"Join us for breakfast."

Surprised, her wary eyes seemed to shift towards the Gryffindor table before she seemed to reach an internal decision and steeled herself, smiling at Harry and sitting down.

"I'd love to."

The little byplay caused discussions to flare up about the rumours going around the school, concerning Harry Potter killing a troll by himself to protect the muggleborn witch. Usually such a thing would be ignored, but this was The Harry Potter, half the kids in the school had heard night-time stories about his adventures, making the stories run wild across the tables.

Zacharias Smith snorted at the other end of table before calling out,

"Hey Harry, you hear they are saying you killed a troll last night?"

His amused chuckle died when Harry just nodded around the sandwich he was munching and mumbled,

"Yeah, thing was threatening Hermione, had to deal with it."

Looks of disbelief and consideration greeted him, causing Susan and Hannah to casually lean against his shoulders while glaring at the witches who gave him the considering looks. They understood the situation quite well, he had given a significant demonstration of power last night and power always attracted attention. Hermione blushed slightly at his words and mumbled a quiet "Thank you", giving further credence to the rumour.

Harry tried to ignore how comfortable the girls felt against him, Mistress Andromeda's words had forced him to look at them differently and he had been surprised at what he saw. He knew muggle girls entered puberty between ages nine and fourteen and that witches usually started slightly earlier, but he had still been surprised when he really looked at the girls lounging in their casual clothes. The fact that they were budding teenagers was painfully obvious, the curves starting to form as their hips expanded could not have been demonstrated better by the tight jeans, and the obvious budding breasts were impossible to ignore, especially on Susan who seemed to be an early bloomer. He had heard a jealous fourth year girl call it the 'Bones bosom', making him suspect she got it from her family. The way her long fiery red hair framed her cleavage had been incredibly distracting, especially as she liked bending over her notes in front of him, giving him a very nice view of her pale lightly freckled skin.

His studying had been shot to hell that night as he kept glancing at the girls, trying to be inconspicuous, yet he was pretty sure they knew he was looking, the pleased smiles that appeared for no reason weren't exactly covert. Not to mention that both his Mistresses had claimed that women always knew when you were looking, it was like a sixth sense for them. Harry was inclined to believe them.

Snapping back to present, Harry swallowed a bite of his sandwich before looking into Hermione's brown eyes,

"By the way Hermione, you might want to tone down your participation in class."

Seeing her betrayed look he continued unperturbed,

"Teachers often ask questions to try to establish where their class is at regarding the material, how many raise their hands and the body language of those that don't tend to give them a fairly good idea about their progression."

Her look changed to a questioning one,

"Yes, having one person answering all their questions is in fact not something they want. Of course they cannot say that out loud, but it does make it harder for them to get a clear overview of the students' abilities. Not to mention that doing so tends to make you a target for the rest of the class, something which you might have noticed."

She turned her eyes to her plate, before softly asking,

"So what should I do? Sit there like a wallflower?"

"Nope. The teachers already know that you most likely know all the material, so when they ask any questions that the rest of the class can't answer they will probably turn to you, giving you your chance to shine without needlessly annoying everyone else."

"Oh. How do you know all this?"

"Mrs Tonks tutored me a lot; she's been a teacher for years."

Harry watched the way her expression turned from doubt into one of consideration; she clearly placed a lot of value on what the teachers thought. He couldn't really fault her for that; he tended to do the same thing when it came to his Mistresses.

"I'll try it." Her words were so soft he barely heard them, but he smiled and patted her hand, it was a good start.

Their discussion was interrupted when a woman walked in through the main doors, followed by two men who were obviously in Auror uniform. She was in her early forties, obviously very fit considering the way her robes hugged her body, yet there was no softness in her presence, as simply entering the room seemed to have given her full control of it. The navy blue eyes scanned the hall until settling on the person next to Harry, who was startled by a happy squeal of "Auntie!" coming from next to him.

Madam Amelia Susan Bones let a small smile grace her usually stern visage when she saw her happy niece waving frantically at her. Susan was the only link she had left to the Bones family and anyone who hurt her would face a fury unlike anything they had experienced before. Madam Bones had lost everything in the First Wizarding War, Lord Voldemort killed both her parents, but her brother Edgar, his wife and all their children had been killed by Death Eaters. Susan's mother, her sister, had faced the same fate, leaving the child an orphan in her care.

Having only been a full Auror for five years, Amelia had been heartbroken and angry beyond belief, yet having to care for a child had given her a focus she desperately needed in her life. Channelling her energy she had put everything into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and into her niece's well-being, rising like a star through the Ministry until she took over as the Head of the DMLE. Her talents at duelling made even the Hit Wizards raise their eyebrows in surprise. She quickly became a hallmark of justice for treating everyone equally, earning her equal amounts of support and disdain, as purebloods found out their blood meant nothing in the eyes of the Matriarch of the most Ancient and Noble house of Bones.

Like all Bones women she was quite attractive, even if her stern visage, no doubt caused by her job, deterred it somewhat. A trademark large Bones bosom combined with a toned body made several men look twice, yet few dared to do anything more. Easy to understand really, as her athletic body was the result of the time she took every week to perfect her spellwork, often duelling her Aurors, leaving little doubt why people feared to anger the woman. Her eyes were a deep blue and her hair auburn, yet the constant stress of her job had forced it into greying early, leaving a startling contrast between the glowing auburn and the streaks of grey.

Walking up to the children she gave her niece a warm hug,

"Hello Susan, I see you're doing well."

Her glance at what she assumed was the Potter boy made Susan blush, confirming her suspicions on what she had read between the lines of her letters home. Her little girl was nursing quite the crush. Turning to the boy and offering her hand she was surprised when he stood up, performed a picture perfect bow and kissed her knuckles,

"A pleasure to finally meet you Madam Bones, Susan has told me much about you. I am Harry Potter, scion of the house of Potter."

Well now, someone's obviously been grooming this child, she doubted the muggles he stayed at had taught him that.

"Hello Mister Potter, please call me Amelia as I am in fact here to talk to you." She gestured with her hand towards the doors, wanting to get away from the prying eyes.

His eyes widened in surprise before he seemed to snap back into control, interesting, could someone have taught him the basics of Occlumency?

"Please call me Harry, uhh, Amelia, and sure, let's go."

Following the imposing woman Harry couldn't help but worry what this was all about, why would Susan's Aunt want to talk to him. Glancing down he noticed her extremely toned behind and blushed slightly, Merlin but this was not the time to let his hormones rule his mind. Yet her tone of command and presence of power had reminded him of the other women in his life and his eyes kept gliding back to the hips swaying in front of him. He was snapped out of his thoughts as she turned around, locking the classroom he hadn't even noticed they walked into.

Noticing his worried frown she placated him,

"No need to worry Harry, I heard about the incident with the troll from Susan. I'm here for an official reason, yet me being here instead of another interrogator is as a favour to my niece."

Taking out a recording quill and some parchment she continued,

"After confirming the truth of the matter I decided it was best if the DMLE got an official statement from the two eyewitnesses regarding the matter. I will be talking to Miss Granger later."

Harry sighed in relief; at least he wasn't in any trouble, before beginning the story.

Amelia couldn't helped but be impressed as he narrated the incident, she was used to interviewing slimy purebloods and could detect a lie a mile away, yet the boy was being sincere. He had reacted decisively to save and protect a friend, using whatever tools at his disposal. She let a small smile spread on her lips, based on what she had heard from Susan; Harry Potter would no doubt do the same for her. Even his mere presence as her friend would offer her some protection as this got out, making people think twice before trying anything.

Looking at his eyes she saw them drift before snapping into place as he spoke, yet it wasn't lying or an attempt to avoid eye contact… what was he doing? She covertly followed his eyes and couldn't help letting a bit of womanly pride blossom as she noticed he was quite obviously checking her out, his eyes seemed glued to her legs and especially her bosom before snapping back to her face. Pretending to focus on her notes she pushed her arms together, in the process amplifying her already significant cleavage, snickering mentally as his story haltered.

"What was that Harry? Dumbledore arrived to the scene then?"

"Uhh, ummm, right yeah, and then..."

She couldn't keep the smile from her face as he tried to desperately compose his thoughts; she hadn't been able to have fun like this since Hogwarts. At the Ministry she had to keep her stern visage up at all times, being a woman in politics was bad enough, but being one at the DMLE required an iron hand. Amelia was rather surprised at the respect he gave her to be honest, usually the rich brats tended to look down on her because of her sex, but if anything she could've sworn it was the complete opposite with Potter. Amelia was unaware of the effect her soft smile had on Harry, the smile melting the hard face and revealing the beauty hidden behind the stressful job.

Harry sighed in relief as the woman finally let him go, standing up and trying to conceal his raging erection. He could have sworn the woman noticed it and smirked at him, but wrote it off as his own hormonal fantasy, especially after what he did last night with Mistress Narcissa.

As he reached for the door, Madam Bones' voice stopped him,

"Harry." It sounded like a tree snapping in the freezing cold, making him snap his eyes to her in surprise. She calmly placed the monocle she usually wore in the Wizengamot in her eye, her blue eyes drilling into his.

"Whereas I have no objections against you befriending Susan, should you ever make the grave mistake of hurting her in any way, there will be no place in England, let alone the world where you can hide from my wrath."

Gulping, Harry quickly nodded, "Yes Madam Bones", before being allowed to leave. Once outside he took a deep breath in relief. Merlin she was intimidating, hot as hell but scary enough to make hell seem comfortable. Looking down he frowned, he wasn't sure what it said about himself when he realized he was still hard as steel.

Chapter 19

Harry Potter stood at a crossroads as he stared at the piece of paper in his hand. It was two weeks until Christmas and he was trying to decide whether to sign himself up for staying at Hogwarts, or doing as his Aunt Petunia no doubt wished, return to Privet Drive. Hearing a giggle he looked up and saw Hannah laugh at something Susan had said, while Hermione tried to pretend like she didn't find it funny at all, miserably failing to contain her smile.

The four of them had grown rather close during the last six weeks since the troll attack, Harry and the girls had practically claimed Hermione as an honorary Hufflepuff, having her sit with them at every meal. Her demeanour had changed quite a bit as well, she had taken Harry's suggestion to heart about being less in-your-face during classes, leading to her being far more accepted in the school. She still had a great deal of respect for the teachers, a bit too much if you asked Harry, but she had at least learned to let loose a bit with their group.

She had also started seeing Harry as a bit of a rival, getting infuriated with the ease he learned magic with. Hermione had issues being angry with him though, as after he perfected a spell he would help them out in turn, turning out to be a surprisingly good teacher. She attributed it to his private tutoring with Mrs Tonks and Harry wasn't one to argue, his Mistress had taught him a lot.

Susan and Hannah on the other hand had grown quite a bit bolder with him, starting to slip in some friendly innuendos and flirting into their everyday chats, making it quite clear for Harry they had no intentions of staying as simply his friends. He was a bit confused at both of them doing it though, were they in a competition or did they have some sort agreement?

Discarding those thoughts for later he turned his eyes back to the slip of paper, thinking about what awaited him at Privet Drive. Disdain and scorn from Vernon and Dudley, praise yet expected service from Aunt Petunia and worst of all, he knew Marge would be visiting during the holidays. A shiver ran up his spine at that thought, he truly disliked that woman after the weekend he had spent with her and had no attention of experiencing it again.

The more he thought about it the clearer his decision became. He had options. The thought hit him like a truck. He could choose to not return to Privet Drive this Christmas. A smile started tugging at his lips as he reached his decision, no, he would not return. Harry James Potter would spend his Christmas as he pleased. Aunt Petunia would no doubt be angry but really, he had no intentions of dealing with Marge again. Harry had a sudden spike of clarity as he understood that whereas he served Mistress Narcissa and Andromeda quite often, he still liked it, where as he felt indifferent when serving Aunt Petunia. Marge was a chapter for herself as he simply disliked the entire thought of being at her beck and call.

Feeling like a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders he let a small chuckle escape his lips, he was about to do a clear act of defiance against the Dursley's and it felt great.

"What's gotten you so happy Harry?"

Turning to Susan's sparkling eyes he chuckled again,

"I've decided to stay at Hogwarts during the holidays, I feel like having a fun Christmas for a change."

The girls' eyes seemed to darken significantly at that, whereas Harry didn't talk much about his life at home, the way he described Mrs Tonks as his saviour told them quite a bit.

"No way."

Turning to Susan in surprise, he raised his eyebrows in question.

"Harry, there is absolutely no way I'm going to let you sit here alone during Christmas when it's just me and my Aunt at the Bones Manor. You're spending the holidays at our place."

Stunned, he shook his head with a sad smile,

"Susan there's no way they would allow me to do that, staying at your place would require consent from my guardians."

Susan merely smirked, "Oh yeah? We'll see what they say when Auntie knocks on their door, this is not an argument, you're coming with us."

Laughing he grabbed her into a warm hug,

"Fine, fine, that sounds a lot better than what I had planned, I'd love to come over."

She seemed to purr into his hug, smiling happily now, making Harry realize just how soft the witch felt in his arms. Forcing his mind to focus on other matters, he realized he was for the first time of his life actually looking forward to Christmas, what a strange feeling.

As Susan had predicted, it had taken her one owl to her Aunt, before a day later the owl returned with a permission slip signed by one Vernon Dursley, the handwriting seeming to shake all over the parchment.

Walking with her from the Owlery towards the Hufflepuff common room Harry remembered something quite important regarding the holidays,

"Oh, uh Susan?"

"Yeah?"

"Uhh I promised to help Mrs Malfoy with an event she's hosting on the 27th, she'll probably mail me a portkey for that."

"Oh. That should be okay. Didn't know you knew each other?"

Opening the Hufflepuff door for her he coughed trying to explain it,

"She's my umm, Lordship tutor, helps me with all that Wizengamot stuff."

"Thanks. Oh that explains it; my Aunt teaches me all of that. Still kinda weird to have Narcissa Malfoy as your tutor isn't it?"

Fumbling for an explanation he was saved when they heard a loud. "FUCK!" echo in the common room. Turning wide eyes to one of the more private tables, they saw Tonks throw her charms book at the wall, obviously frustrated.

"Right, let's talk later Susan; I'm going to go see if I can help her."

She just nodded at him with wide eyes while staring at the metamorphmagus whose hair seemed to be cycling through every shade of red that existed, paying no heed to the stares she was getting.

Harry calmly sat down next to her, leaning back against the plush sofa,

"Wotcher Tonks."

Her annoyance seemed to fade slightly,

"Wotcher Harry, what's up?"

"Shouldn't I be asking that?" He indicated the charms book that was lying against the wall.

He saw the anger drain out of her eyes before only frustration was left.

"Sorry about that, it's just the NEWTs Harry, I have to get almost perfect scores to have a good shot in the Auror Academy."

Nymphadora Tonks was no fool, she knew having a name like Tonks would do her absolutely no favours in the Ministry, and neither would the fact that her father was muggleborn. Even her metamorphic ability was a double-edged sword, experienced Aurors rated the ability highly, yet jealous purebloods tended to dislike a half-blood having such a powerful hereditary ability.

Harry nodded at her placatingly, he understood she was under a lot of stress; the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test was named so for a reason. Getting an idea he crossed his legs and turned towards her,

"Gimme your feet Tonks."

"Wha?"

He indicated his lap,

"Give me your feet, I give a pretty good massage and I know it has helped relieve stress for the people I've done it for."

Well that wasn't entirely true, he'd only massaged Mistress Tonks feet and she had gained more than just relaxation from it. Still, he had done it for years and was even by his own admission quite good at it.

She gave him a sceptical look but sat down sideways in the sofa, leaning against the armrest, before placing her feet in his lap. He smiled at her in assurance before removing her shoes and socks with practiced hands, startling her slightly.

"Hey!"

"Meh, you expect me to massage your shoes?"

Not really able to argue with that she huffed, before turning wide eyes at him as he started kneading her left foot. What on earth? That felt amazing!

Harry smiled at her wide eyed expression as he used the trick he had picked up during the last month, channelling magic into his hands like he was still grasping a wand, he could use the excess magic to amplify the soothing feeling his fingers produced, helping him reach deeper into the tissue. Mistress Tonks had been very impressed by his new ability, before questioning if perhaps he couldn't use the same trick on other parts, clearly staring at his mouth in contemplation. He hadn't been able to achieve that yet as channelling magic elsewhere than his hands felt strange, like it wasn't supposed to move that way.

He heard a soft moan slip from Tonks's lips as strong thumbs worked on the pads of her foot, before kneading the arch of her foot with his palm. Her angry red hair hand changed to a mellow orange, most likely without her even noticing. Harry was pleased at this, he liked the young woman; her happiness was contagious.

"Oh Merlin, how are you so good at this."

Harry chuckled as he switched feet,

"Told you, practice."

He lifted her foot into the air and used his entire hand to knead her heel, forcing his magic into his wand hand as he worked. Her hair kept turning more fiery from the mellow orange, making him wonder if she was getting angry again. Her sensual panting, the increased pace of breath and her quickening pulse gave him a better idea. Glancing covertly at her chest he admired the way her hard nipples poked through the shirt, yeah, that was definitively not anger. He mentally smirked, realizing that the 'like mother, like daughter' saying applied in more ways than one.

Tonks was losing her mind; this was not what she had been expecting. She thought a soft massage, if a little clumsy, might help her get her mind off things, but what she got was the biggest turn on she had ever experienced. She knew her panties were soaked and her nipples were like pebbles, brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt every time she moaned, only making the sensations stronger. His magic hands seemed to send sparks of pleasure right to her groin, making her pussy heat up and forcing her to consciously resist rubbing her thighs together. She felt the surprisingly strong hands start to work on her calves, making her bite her lips as the calloused palm worked its way behind her knee, teasing nerve endings she never knew existed. She had realized he was working some sort of magic with his hands, yet couldn't control the pleasurable loud gasp that slipped out as his fingers forced the magic into the soft flesh behind her knee-cap.

"Ohhhh!"

She opened her eyes in shock, expecting him to be staring at her in surprise, yet what she was the opposite. His eyes looked into hers, a soft teasing smile on his face before he glanced at her chest and continued working on her feet. Looking down she realized what he had checked out, her nipples were leaving blatantly obvious outlines in her shirt. She blushed bright red as she realized he knew, he bloody knew, that she was turned on beyond belief.

Feeling incredibly awkward she coughed and stood up,

"Umm, uhh, thanks Harry, I think I'm gonna hit the showers now."

His eyes seemed to look straight through her, like he knew exactly what she wasn't saying,

"Sure Tonks, have a good…shower."

Merlin but that pause had to have been intentional. Before she walked away he gently laid a hand on her arm,

"Tonks, if the NEWTs turn out to be too much for you, you can always count on me to help you relieve the stress."

What was he saying? Was he? No. She must be misunderstanding. Yet the playful smile and the way his eyes would dip to her breasts were hard to misinterpret. She blushed and stammered slightly,

"Ooh, umm, t-that's good to know Harry, thanks again."

She practically ran up to her dormitory, hearing a soft chuckle behind her, making her blush even harder. A bloody innocent first year just played her like a fiddle, although after what she just saw she wasn't sure how 'innocent' he really was. She on the other hand was very inexperienced, her relationships with boys had ended in her fourth year as the third boy she kissed asked if 'she could maybe turn her hair blonde for him'. Having heard the same thing twice before that, she slapped him and walked away, choosing to spend most of her time focusing on her future Auror career instead.

Stripping, she stepped into the hot shower, moaning in pleasure as the hot water cascaded over her inflamed flesh. Running her hands down her front gently, she cupped her breasts and rolled the hard nipples between her nimble fingers. A soft gasp slipped out before her right hand continued its trek down towards the juncture between her legs. Liking the way she could switch her hair colour she had left a small landing strip at the top of her slit, the pubic hair glowing a fiery red because of her arousal, making the carpet match the drapes.

Her long fingers slipped between her folds with a moan, even if she was a virgin she had long since lost the obstruction between her legs, something that happened to several young active witches, especially when riding brooms. It was one of the reasons pureblooded girls were rarely allowed to participate in Quidditch matches, bloodying the sheets was an important matter for the traditionalists.

As she worked the middle and ring finger into her tight folds she could feel her metamorphic magic react to her lust, slightly increasing the size of her clit against her palm while tightening her wet hole. She moaned in pleasure, rolling her hand against her enlarged clit while pumping the fingers in a curling motion. To her surprise, flashes of a young Potter started going through her mind, his nimble hands and mischievous smile working over her sopping pussy instead of simply teasing her legs. Shame and incredible arousal mixed in her, her magic enlarging the two digits in her fold, doubling them in size, filling her completely as she frantically pumped into her wetness. Her secret little kink came out to play as her other hand slipped down and worked a slick finger into her tight rosebud, playing with the cluster of nerves. Merlin but toying with her butt always drove her insane, causing her to hump her hands in rapture as she felt her release approaching.

With a loud shout she came, clamping around her fingers, sliding down to her knees in the humid shower, trying desperately to control her spasming muscles as the pleasure coursed through her body. Her toned teenage body was slick with sweat and water, twitching in joy as her prolonged gasping echoed in the shower stall.

Finally the sensations abated, allowing her to softly slip her drenched enlarged fingers out of her pussy, moaning at the sense of loss. She stood on shaky legs, gulping in desperate breaths, trying to understand what just happened, that had been the best orgasm of her entire life and she hadn't even touched her wand.

Chapter 20

Harry flexed his knees as he had been taught, absorbing the momentum of the portkey attempting to throw him to the ground, landing with grace in front of an impressive looking manor. Madam Bones gave him a look of approval as he steadied Susan before leading the way towards the Bones Manor. He sighed in relief; it felt good to get out of Hogwarts for a while, especially after the Headmaster's strange behaviour when he handed in the permission slip that allowed him to stay with Susan.

Harry had been called to Dumbledore's office soon after giving Sprout the slip, where the old man spent almost an hour trying to convince Harry to stay at the Dursley's instead. He evaded answering any questions Harry had regarding why he felt it necessary to dictate his holiday plans, increasing his distrust in the man. When Harry suggested calling Madam Bones to take part in the discussion he had quickly folded, merely informing Harry how 'disappointed he was in him'. This had baffled Harry even more, why would he care what the Headmaster thought about him, he was the man that placed him at the Dursley's and forced Mistress Andromeda to keep her identity a secret from him.

Wearing a confused expression instead of a guilty one had clearly thrown Dumbledore off even more, dismissing him from the office and wishing him a Merry Christmas.

Madam Bones had been very interested in the exchange and asked him to write down the discussion once they left Hogwarts, something he readily agreed to.

Harry was impressed with the Bones Manor, whereas it wasn't as resplendent and rich looking as the Malfoy Manor, it had a far more cosy feel, like someone actually lived in it as opposed to simply polishing it for guests to gawk at. After being lead to a guestroom he slumped into the soft bed in relief, he had actually done it; he was spending a Christmas where he chose. Well, not all of it he mused, he still had Mistress Narcissa's event to attend.

The portkey for the event had arrived last week, along with a letter that instructed him to not masturbate or allow any woman to please him until then. There were no warnings or threats included, simply the simple expectation that he would obey. Even while reading it Harry knew he would obey the order, she would know if he didn't, somehow she always saw right through him. What he considered an impressive control of emotion and application of Occlumency was something she considered a grand joke, having looked at the composed face of Dumbledore for years as he played the Wizengamot like a fiddle. In comparison she saw through his white lies like he had never spoken them to begin with, Occlumency or no.

At least he wasn't spending the Christmas with the Tonks's, he hadn't been able to look at Nymphadora during the last few days without getting flashbacks to her soft panting from a few weeks back, instantly making him hard. Shit, he was doing it again. The only good part was that he had noticed her giving him thoughtful glances, her hair unconsciously shifting towards the red spectrum meanwhile, making him smile in return. Looking down at his pants he grumbled while adjusting them, Mistress Narcissa's order was becoming frustrating.

Forcing his mind to other things he focused on unpacking and preparing for the best Christmas of his life.

His expectations turned out to be no underestimation, being woken up by a sleepy smiling Susan; her hair a cute mess, instead of a shouting Dursley, just showed how different this Christmas was going to be. After enjoying a relaxed breakfast they got to the presents, Harry being surprised at how many he had. He had gotten used to receiving the one gift from Mistress Andromeda that always pleased him immensely, as he had never received any gifts during his stay at the Dursley's. Now however he had a small pile of them, making a huge smile appear on his face. Even Madam Bones, err, Amelia, had gotten him a gift, a wrist holster for his wand, with a comment about the importance of always having your wand accessible. The gift from Mistress Narcissa had seemed like a dull book about the Wizengamot; that is until he opened it and saw a full Wizarding Kama Sutra with moving pictures included, making him blush bright red and hide it under his other presents.

"Whoa!"

His exclamation of surprise caught the attention of the other two, staring in awe as he held a silky fabric that caused his hand to disappear under it.

"Wow, that's an invisibility cloak Harry! Who is it from?"

Picking up the note he read it out loud for Susan,

"Your father left this in my care, Merry Christmas, Albus Dumbledore."

Amelia frowned when she heard that,

"That seems...odd. If it was your fathers then it belongs to you to begin with. The words 'care' imply he had never actually given it away, merely lent it. To give you an item, that is rightfully yours, as a gift from himself... ?"

Harry couldn't fault her logic; that seemed strange. Why hadn't he returned the cloak to him as soon as he arrived at Hogwarts? Pretending like returning his rightful possession was a valuable gift from him seemed very conceited. Moving along he gave Susan a small simple bracelet in red gold,

"It matches your hair."

He had said as he kissed her on the cheek, causing her to blush a bright red and stammer out her thanks, reminding Harry of an important thing he hadn't even considered. Even if the girls mixed some innocent flirting into their talks with him, they were still very much innocent, especially compared to him. The kiss on the cheek had been no big deal for him, yet Susan's reaction had been an important wake-up call for him. Even if their bodies were turning into teenagers, the minds still had some catching up to do. He needed to tone down his attraction to the girls for a while, giving them some time to grow.

Harry realized he wasn't exactly the best benchmark to compare maturity with, his own childhood having been far from normal. Yet he found that he didn't mind maturing faster than them, as he liked both his Mistresses a lot, perhaps even more than simply liked, and enjoyed the time he spent with them. Crying over spilt milk never achieved anything anyway, so he pushed it out of his mind and decided to enjoy Christmas.

Whereas the rest of the holidays had been great, today he was feeling incredibly restless. It was the twenty-sixth of December and Harry had trouble deciding what he was feeling regarding Mistress Narcissa's party. Equal amounts of anxiousness and excitement seemed to waging war in his head, making him worry about his promise of absolute obedience while sprouting random erections when considering what she might do to him. The guests she had mentioned was also a huge question mark for him, would she reveal who he was? Would he know them? Would he be disguised or paraded in the open like her pet? Would they play with him as well?

Deciding to stop before his imagination got out of control he pulled on the invisibility cloak, planning to go prank Susan instead. She was obviously growing annoyed with his random surprises but had chosen to endure it for now, seeing how happy he was wearing something that had belonged to his father. His mentions of it 'being the best Christmas ever' had also helped her patience quite a bit, not to mention the bracelet that now decorated her lightly freckled skin.

Spotting Amelia on the way he decided to test his stealth abilities against her instead, she was after all in law enforcement, making it a fun challenge. Trying to minimize the sound his feet made on the soft carpeted floor he followed her into the Master Suite, about to startle her as she made her way to the closet. He was surprised when the door closed behind him, before remembering the rune-clusters that were spread around all the older manors and castles, closing windows and doors by themselves to reduce the draft such large buildings tended to suffer from. Turning back to Amelia his voice froze in his throat as she slowly peeled away her robe, revealing the skin-tight clothes she wore underneath. The dark blue pants and shirt was almost glued to her skin, the Ministry emblem making him suspect it was Auror underclothes, made tight fitting for increased mobility. To Harry it looked more like one of those cat suits he had seen in one of Dudley's comics. His mouth dried as she seemed to struggle with her huge bosom, working the stretchy material past her large breasts with some effort before peeling off the shirt. He swore the bra that supported her had to have been magically enforced, the lightly freckled pale breasts were larger than any he had seen before, straining against the soft lace keeping them captive.

Her constant exercise against her fellow Aurors had left her waist slim, providing a startling contrast to the soft heaving chest, leaving him spellbound as he watched her flesh jiggle simply from moving around; making him hard in an instant. He now understood why it was called the Bones Bosom; that had to be some sort of mythical bloodline ability, designed to distract and ensnare men. He could barely control the sigh of relief as she turned around, letting him clear his mind. That was until she bent over, shimmying her hips to get the tight pants off, displaying her fantastic panty-clad ass right in front of his face. Merlin it felt like she was giving him a show on purpose.

The black lace panties that were revealed seemed to highlight her pale lightly freckled legs, long and toned from the hours of footwork, ending in firm bum that left no doubts about her physical fitness. Harry had to physically constrain his hands to not reveal himself or possibly break Mistress Narcissa's order, Merlin but this woman was hot underneath her robes.

He was pulled out of his staring by a soft sensual voice, staring in horror as Amelia slowly turned around and stared right at him,

"Hmmm…hmmm…did you know that I am a very good friend to Alastor Moody, an old colleague of mine?"

Scared shitless he couldn't even open his mouth, let alone speak, was she looking at him?

"Yes, such an excellent Auror he was, if a bit paranoid about his surroundings. Regardless, he taught me almost everything I know and when I finally became a full Auror he thought I should have a gift."

She tapped a long slender finger against the side of her monocle,

"Quite the genius at visual charms, he easily charmed a monocle with some of the most intricate spellwork I have ever seen."

Harry felt a drop of sweat glide down his back and swallowed loudly.

"Imagine my surprise when I put it on and could see through every single glamour charm, easily look through repelling and confundus charms and even..."

Her wide smile left no doubts, she was looking right at him,

"...see right through invisibility cloaks."

Fuck.

Harry was still frozen as she walked towards him, her hips swinging and her bosom heaving, involuntarily grabbing his attention again, Merlin but there had to be some sort of charm on those things. Snapping his eyes back he saw her lean close to him before sneaking a hand down and softly squeezing his raging erection, clearly visible against his sweat pants.

"My, my, is this how Heir Potter behaves as a guest hmm? Sneaking up on the Mistress of the house?"

"I, uh, err, I mean I didn't mean to..."

"Oh? Then when were you planning on announcing you were here, before or after I had removed my underwear?"

Her teasing smile was clearly at odds with her firm grip,

"I'm uh, very, very sorry Madam Bones, err, Amelia, sorry!"

"Hmm, I can't say you feel very sorry Harry, you feel quite the opposite." Her hand gave his cock a little squeeze.

"Uh, I mean, uh?"

How in Merlin's soggy ball sack was he going to explain that away? He tried desperately racking his mind for an answer while she seemed to merely look at him, clearly amused.

"No answer hmm? I'll have to keep an eye on you Harry, seems like you have a dirty mind."

She released his cock and steered him towards the door,

"Perhaps you should head towards your own room now, wouldn't want you 'accidentally' stumbling into any other girls undressing, now would we?"

"But, but, I would never do that to Susan!"

This only seemed to amuse her more,

"Oh? But you would gladly 'do' it to me?"

Harry flushed bright red before deciding his mouth was adamant on getting him into more trouble, he had to escape,

"Uh good night Amelia, I'm very sorry!"

Her amused "Good night Harry" echoed behind him as he practically ran to his own room. His brilliant plan of winding down had been shot utterly to hell, now he was not only thinking about Mistress Narcissa and her guests, but also the fantastic breasts of Madam Bones, leaving him rock hard and frustrated beyond belief.

Elsewhere in the country a smiling Narcissa Malfoy carefully laid out her toys, running her fingers over the various materials, making sure everything was ready. She sipped her wine with a smile while looking at the row of objects, poor little Harry was going to be quite exhausted after tomorrow; there were so many things to play with.

Enjoying the wine she leaned back into the soft cushion while staring at the table, her guests were undoubtedly going to love this little party, and so would she. As for Harry? Hmm, that remained to be seen; maybe he wouldn't give out such silly open-ended promises in the future. Although, she mused, depending on tomorrow, maybe he would, just only to her. Her mischievous smile spread wider as her imagination ran wild, yes; this was going to be the best Christmas holidays ever.

Chapter 21

Harry stared in trepidation as his watch ticked down towards seven o'clock, his portkey was set to activate any second now. The second the clock struck even, he was whisked away by the timed magical device, landing with his now usual grace in front of the Malfoy Manor. Mistress Narcissa stood at the door to greet him, smiling happily as she walked up to embrace him,

"Hello my pet, I am very pleased to see you today."

Her tight fitting cocktail dress was dark green with silver highlights, she had clearly dressed to impress and was incredibly hot in his eyes. The way her body felt against his made his hormones grow rampant again, his neglected hardness reacting in anticipation at what was to come.

"Hello Mistress Narcissa."

Still hugging him she rubbed her hips slightly against his crotch, delighted at the quick reaction she had achieved.

"Mmm very nice pet, I see you have obeyed my instructions, yes?"

"Yes Mistress."

She kissed him on the cheek, clearly pleased.

"As expected of my lovely, now come with me, we have to get you prepared."

Grabbing his hand she dragged him into the manor; pushing him into one of the larger bathrooms, locking the door behind her.

"Well now, time for preparations, strip and get in the shower."

Surprised he did as he was told, the question obvious on his face. His unasked question was answered when she gave him a bottle of Wizarding shampoo with a picture of blonde hair on the side.

"Wash your hair with that, make sure you scrub it all over. It will dye your hair blonde for eight hours."

As he started scrubbing it in she took out her wand, pointing at both his eyes before performing a silent spell. Harry felt the magic spread into his eyes, making him look at her in question.

"Blue eyes honey, you're my pet, not anyone else's, can't have them finding out who you really are; can we?"

She patted his cheek before carefully dragging the wand around his throat and continuing down over his chest, abdomen, hips and all the way down to his toes. As the wand stopped touching his body, Harry felt a strange burning sensation spread all over his skin, starting from the ring at his neck and spreading like wildfire. It was slightly uncomfortable but not actually painful.

"Mistress, Wha.. ?"

"Hair removal spell honey, I dislike hair on my little pet and that spell saves me the trouble as it removes everything below your neck."

She didn't mention it was actually classified as a curse, as it would inhibit hair growth on the selected area until a counter-spell was issued. He could always ask for it, if it bothered him that is, was her simple justification. She also performed the usual rectal cleansing spell on him, wanting him perfect for her guests.

The tingling disappeared and Harry noticed all his hair had vanished, running his hands over his body unused to the strange sensation of perfectly smooth skin where he was used to feel hair. As he stepped out of the shower Mistress Narcissa didn't bother with towels, simply hitting him with a drying charm before grabbing a small tube of oil and massaging it into his hair.

"That crow's nest of yours sticks out like a sore thumb regardless of hair colour, just changing it around a bit."

Once done she backed off, looking him over, clearly pleased.

"Mmm, very nice pet, I barely even recognize you."

She walked up to him, running her hands over the smooth skin in pleasure before kissing him deeply, rolling her hips to get hard again. His usual fast reaction seemed to amuse her before she reached into her bag and pulled out a little black ring, too large for a finger yet an inch thick in width. She smiled a teasing smile at him before softly grabbing his testicles, stretching them away from the body and softly working the ring around them, clamping them into a gentle but sturdy prison.

The sensation felt strange to Harry, yet not uncomfortable, but then again, he mused, when Mistress Narcissa got him aroused she could do almost anything to him and it felt great.

"Turn around and bend over against the wall honey."

Obediently he behaved, suddenly feeling something wet and warm spread over his anus, before his Mistress's fingers worked their way into him, slipping past the tight ring far quicker than before. He clenched in surprise, hearing a pleased sigh behind him as his sphincter made futile attempts at trapping the two slick fingers.

"Everlasting oil my pet, it will keep you nice and wet until it is dispelled."

The two fingers kept up their teasing before a third finger was added, stretching him even further and making him moan softly.

"That's nice honey, feel free to let that lovely voice out tonight, I love it when you make sounds for me."

Her hot breath on his neck disappeared, as did the fingers, making him turn around in question at what she was planning. The object she pulled from her bag looked like someone had taken an oversized tack nail and shoved it into an oversized egg, then painted the whole thing bright red. The large egg part was clearly attached to the flat bottom and the entire object seemed smooth and round. Attached to the middle of the flat end was a large bushy blonde tail, two feet long.

"All pets must have a tail honey; this butt plug will help you keep your tail in place for your Mistress."

Harry stared in apprehension at the plug, it was as thick as five or her fingers combined, he was going to…wear it? Before he could even open his mouth she sang in a soft sing-song voice,

"Remember your promises pet; you wouldn't want to come across as a liar to your Mistress would you?"

He flushed bright red; he had given a promise to be hers, completely and without objection for one day. Only now was he starting to realize just how much power he had given her. Still, he had given his word to his Mistress, leaning obediently back against the wall he nodded, making Narcissa sigh in pleasure.

"Good boy."

He could feel the round plug start toying with his lubricated anus, surprised at how hot it was; it had to be charmed somehow. Mistress Narcissa worked the toy softly with her right hand while her left hand played with his erection, liking the way playing with one would make the other twitch. Her soft pumping soon paid off, making Harry gasp as he felt the thick toy reach its widest point inside of his tight ass, before his inner muscles took over and closed snugly around the egg-shaped plug, fastening the toy, and the tail in the process; securely into place. He gasped at the huge round intrusion, trying to adapt his body to the foreign feeling of heat warming up his rectum. Mistress Narcissa was clearly pleased with how it sat, toying with it lightly, pulling it almost past the midpoint before letting his own tightness pull it back in.

"Mmm very nice, such a cute little tail for a cute little pet."

She patted his ass in pleasure before taking his hand and turning him around.

"Oh dear, almost forgot one very important detail. Stand still."

Reaching into her bag she took out some magically infused make-up crème, working it into his scar, watching with a critical eye as it seemed to disappear into his forehead, leaving no sign it even existed. She clicked her mouth in pleasure,

"Very nice, only the last few things now."

Harry had trouble standing straight with the tail inside of him, moving around caused it to push on his prostate, feeling surprisingly good, where as another part of him wanted to push it out. His tight sphincter seemed to spasm around the object, alternatively accepting it and at other times fighting it. The clearly active heating charm wasn't helping ignore it either.

Mistress Narcissa pulled out five pieces of black leather, presenting them to Harry with a pleased smile.

"A pet needs a collar after all."

Harry only nodded his head in resigned acceptance as she started attaching the pieces to him, the collar fitting snugly around his throat before the other four pieces were securely fastened around his wrists and ankles.

"Those were quite expensive you know; they contain some fascinating runes."

Grabbing his left hand she pressed his wrist against the wall pressing a rune on the cuff before letting go. Much to Harry's surprise his hand stayed where she had placed it and no additional force seemed to be able to budge it.

"Rune activated sticking charms, lets me lock you into any material and place of my choosing, they draw on your innate magic. Quite ingenious really."

Harry gulped as she her she ran her fingers over his chest, her playful smile still in place; she had clearly gone all out for this evening. She released the cuff again before patting his butt,

"Oh I think you have been stretched quite enough to not feel any pain now, go down on all fours for me pet."

Flushing red he went down into a crawling position, feeling her nimble fingers gently remove the large toy with a soft pop. He felt a piece of wood sticking into his anus before a rush of magic coated his entire insides, making him strangely aware of everything back there. When she pushed the toy back in it felt overwhelming, the nerves suddenly on fire, sending sensations of pleasure all over his body, making him pant at the incredible feeling. His audible moan made her chuckle as the toy finally slipped back in.

"Mmm I knew you'd love that one honey, hyper-sensitivity spell, usually used by St Mungo's personnel to help people regain feeling in injured limbs by increasing the sensitivity in the nerves. It has quite interesting uses when applied to erogenous zones, as you can probably tell."

Not letting him stand up she tapped the plug with her wand, sensually whispering 'Vibro' in delight. The effect was instantaneous; the Vibration Charm was named so for a reason, making the entire plug vibrate wildly inside of him. He gasped, his erection twitching as he had trouble keeping his kneeling position as the incredible pleasure spread through his body.

Clenching around the toy only seemed to increase the sensation and trying to push it out seemed futile, making him roll his hips in desperation as he felt the pressure grow each second, threatening to overwhelm him. It became too much too fast, the vibration on his oversensitive prostate made him blow his load with a loud moan, gasping as he came all over the bathroom floor, his hips gyrating as his sphincter clenched around the hot toy in wild spasms. The toy kept twitching against his prostate, causing him to come repeatedly with a hitching breath.

Panting he turned wild eyes up to his Mistress, the vibration wasn't stopping at all, making him moan continuously now.

She just ran her hands through his now blonde hair, clearly turned on by the display and not in much of a hurry to stop it,

"Very nice my pet, such a sexy display, we are ready to go now, you can stay on all fours."

Harry exhaled in relief as she tapped the plug again, stopping the vibration, before gaping at her in shock as she attached a leash to his collar and started leading him towards the smallest sitting room.

Carmela Fiorella Zabini sipped the exceptional red wine Cissa had left them, savouring the full taste as she waited for their entertainment to arrive. She like the other guest, Amelinda, had become fast friends when they attended Hogwarts, becoming an inseparable trio ever since the third year. They had all been sorted into Slytherin, not surprising considering the overwhelming ambition they all had, wealth and power had always been their goals. Cissa had gotten hers through political marriage, just like Amelinda, yet Carmela had never like sharing her money. She was the textbook example of a man-eater, having been married seven times yet somehow her husbands kept mysteriously dying, leaving her everything. Her father had been an Egyptian pureblood, whereas the Zabini family had always had their roots in Italy, gifting her with her exotic looks. Flawless latte coloured skin covered her high aristocratic cheekbones and small nose, with olive colored eyes peering out through her thick dark brown locks, no doubt inherited from her mother. She had been rather surprised when Cissa had snapped out of her decade long depression one night, suddenly being the cheery woman they remembered from Hogwarts. With the help of Amelinda they had managed to uncover why, she had apparently taken a lovely little pet that not only brought her great joy, but was also extremely talented. Her dark chocolate lips smiled against her glass of wine, this evening might prove to be very interesting.

Amelinda Elise Greengrass looked at the exotic woman as she smiled into her glass of wine; Carmela was apparently just as intrigued as she was by what Cissa had planned for them. The Greengrass family had always been wealthy, originally originating from Germany, their last name literally signifying all the land they owned. Upon attending Hogwarts she had much to her pleasure met both Cissa and Carmela, both as ambitious as she was and equally beautiful in their own ways, making them close friends.

Long raven black hair ran down to the middle of her back, framing a pale chiselled face that housed two startlingly clear blue eyes and bright red lips. She found it amusing that her daughter was already starting to be referred as an ice queen at Hogwarts; she clearly took after her dear mother in looks. She understood the attitude though, even if she had never needed it, no man dared to anger their trio at Hogwarts. Far too much political power to dare enrage their parents, not to mention their own reputation was nothing to scoff at, yet many tried to approach them as their contrasting looks made a very tempting target. The blonde veela-like features of Cissa contrasted beautifully against the coffee coloured Zabini and were only highlighted by her own dark beauty.

Of course nothing happened between them and the boys, their fathers were extremely strict in that matter, virgin blood on the wedding night was of great importance for the purebloods. Idiots. What did they think was going to happen when they housed three hormonal and sexually starved teenagers in the same dormitory? Oh their mothers knew about their experiments, having no doubt done the same in their time, but they ignored it as lesbianism was just as big a taboo as a son turning out to be gay. No need to tell the men though, let the fathers have their illusions about their 'chastity' while they taught each other things about their bodies they never even knew. Amelinda felt a light blush on her cheeks as she remembered all the things they had done, before being startled out of her thoughts as Cissa walked in, holding a leash of all things.

It wasn't the leash that caught her attention, but rather what was attached to it. Half dragged behind Cissa was a very cute young blonde boy, crawling on the soft carpet naked as the day he was born, the leash hooking into his collar. He turned surprised blue eyes towards first her and then Carmela, before blushing an adorable bright red as he realized they were staring at him in the nude. She was amused to see his erection showed no signs of faltering; whatever Cissa had been doing clearly had him very excited. She heard Carmela let out a little giggle as the boy crawled past them, displaying the white fluffy tail attached to him, causing him to blush even redder.

Harry had never been this embarrassed in his life; his Mistress had shown his state of dress no heed whatsoever, happily marching him around the room in front of the two women. Harry glanced at the exotic looking woman on his left, being reminded of one of those belly dancers he had seen on the telly before turning towards the other woman, this time being reminded of a vampire thanks to her pale skin and blood red lips. The light blush that coloured her cheeks, as she inspected him with amusement, dispelled that notion though.

"Carmela, Amelinda, meet my lovely little pet. Pet, meet Mistress Carmela and Mistress Amelinda, whose orders you will follow like they were mine today. Except when it comes to answering questions about your past or your name, wouldn't want anyone stealing my toys now would I."

Her playful smile took the sting out of her words, yet she could tell both the women were intrigued, so better take precautions.

Carmela inspected the boy, or pet, with a smile, Narcissa had indeed found a fine little toy. She couldn't help but wonder who he was though, as Cissa would never touch a muggle or a muggleborn, meaning the boy had to be at least a halfblood. Knowing that she had similar tastes when it came to men of power she wouldn't be surprised if the boy would grow up to be rather important. She sipped her wine in delight before turning her eyes to Cissa,

"Wow, he is quite gorgeous Cissa, no wonder you have been in such a good mood."

Narcissa sat down in the only empty chair left, ruffling her pet's hair as she leaned back."

He is; his adorable blush right now only makes him cuter."

Amelinda giggled as the boy was now permanently red, clearly not used to such humiliation, yet his cock was still hard and she doubted it was because Cissa had used a Petrificus Totalus curse on it.

Narcissa happily spread her legs and scooted her pelvis closer to the edge of the chair; before boldly vanishing her panties.

"Your lovely little display earlier left me quite excited pet, why don't you please me while your Mistresses talk."

Harry couldn't believe his ears, she wanted him to do it right here? He turned wide eyes to the other two women who were clearly expectant, smiling happily at the show, no chance of them looking away then. He sighed; his own stupid mouth had gotten him into this, so might as well put it to wiser use.

"Yes Mistress."

He leaned in, trying to ignore the coo from behind him as one of the women played with his tail, sending small sparks of pleasure through his prostate. Opening his mouth he started using the flat of his tongue to softly caress her wet folds, licking up her taste. She moaned softly and spread her legs wider, letting him dip into her musky hole, coating his tongue in her wetness.

Narcissa ran her hands through his blonde locks before smiling at the other two,

"He is so very talented at this; you must give him a try."

She felt the boy's tongue momentarily freeze as he heard the words, before he seemed to accept his fate and continue licking, making her sigh in pleasure as she continued playing with his hair. Looking at the other women she smiled, Carmela was clearly excited by the spectacle, a light blush covering her tanned skin as her nipples poked through her robe, watching closely around her glass of wine as the boy's mouth moved around her pussy. Amelinda on the other hand kept playing with his tail and buttocks, chuckling softly at the way the boy would twitch whenever she tugged on the tail. Pulling on the tail again she admired his little jerk,

"Oh my, what have you been doing with him, he seems so very sensitive?"

"I have been diligent in his training, making him accept all forms of pleasure, but most of it stems from himself, he is really a very naughty boy."

She smiled around her glass, making no mention of the sensitivity spell at work, knowing it agitated the boy working on her pussy.

Reaching into the drawer behind her she pulled out two identical strap-ons, handing them over with a little manual that described the features of said toy. She gasped softly as she felt the boy lap on her clit, his hot mouth was such a delight to experience and quite hard to ignore when trying to make conversation. Both of them admired the toys, playing with the soft jelly at was attached to the flat end before browsing through the manual. It was Carmela who spoke first,

"Really? A switching rune? Does it work?"

Narcissa just smiled in return,

"What do you think?"

Carmela gaped at her before turning her dark olive eyes to the boy, her smile widening.

"Does it...how does it feel?"

"Heavenly."

The word was purred out in pleasure. Lust filled Carmela's dark eyes as she stared at the boy who was now loudly sucking on Cissa's pussy, licking her own lips softly in anticipation. Cissa always did organize the best parties.

Harry tried desperately to ignore the way they were discussing him while he sucked on the soft fleshy lips of Mistress Narcissa, making her moan softly at his action. Her wetness increased, forcing him to swallow as he ran his tongue up the inside of her pulsing hole, before starting to work on the erect nub sticking out. Lubricating it properly with his soft tongue he encircled it with his lips, sucking on it like a breast. Hearing her pant he added his tongue to the mix, starting to flick it like a bean while sucking gently, causing her hips to start softly humping his face. With a loud drawn out moan she came, flooding his mouth with her taste and smell as he dutifully swallowed. Bringing her down from her release he obediently licked her clean, reaching into every crevice and corner, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh. He felt the hand at his hair gently pull him away from her pussy before she reached down and kissed him deeply on the mouth, playing with his tongue,

"Mmm very nice honey, thank you, I truly missed that."

Grabbing his shoulders she turned him around towards Amelinda,

"Why don't you go ask Amelinda if she would like some help?"

Hesitantly she looked at his Mistress, then Amelinda, before sighing and crawling over to her chair, kneeling in front of her feet,

"Would you like some help Mistress Amelinda?"

"Oh yes I would indeed, I have heard such fantastic rumours about your talented mouth I simply have to experience it for myself. Please, help yourself."

Harry started moving his hands towards her hips when she tsk'd in disapproval.

"No, that's no fun is it."

She grabbed his wrists and placed them behind his back, activating the sticking rune as she let go, locking them firmly in place with a grin.

"I said mouth pet."

She watched in pleasure as he leaned forward with his head, using his mouth to move up her skirt before using his teeth and tongue to get a hold of her black lace panties. Pulling them awkwardly down her legs he had to kneel down to her feet to get them all the way off. Amelinda applauded him, only increasing his embarrassment, before she spread her legs, revealing very puffy and swollen pussy lips, hairless and glistening with wetness.

"Dig in sweetie."

Harry started licking her tentatively only to be surprised at how much fluid there was, none of the other women he had been with had ever been this wet. He had to push his entire face into her pussy to keep up, making her moan at his enthusiasm as he sucked on her pussy.

Carmela stared at the erotic scene before standing up and removing her robe and the silky panties, exposing long sexy legs clad in white stockings, the colour clashing beautifully with her darker skin.

"Merlin but that's hot, I can't just sit here and watch."

She carefully attached one of the unfamiliar toys Cissa had given her, gasping as the gel locked the toy into place and hissing in surprise as the switching rune activated. She ran her fingers up the fleshy shaft, a wide smile on her face.

"Oh my Cissa, you weren't joking, this feels amazing."

She walked up behind the bound boy, who was still kneeling in front of Amelinda and desperately trying to lick her to completion. Carmela smiled at the sucking sounds she heard, Amelinda was a real gusher, she would know. Softly she grabbed the bushy tail, watching in fascination as she slowly pulled the toy out; the boy's sphincter seemed to be fighting her until with a loud moan from the boy, it suddenly popped free with a soft slurping sound. Too horny to wait any longer she kneeled behind him on the plush carpet, lining up the toy and slowly pushing into him. She gasped as the hot wetness tightly surrounded the toy, broadcasting sensations wildly to her pussy.

Harry was losing his mind; the woman in front of him seemed to have been without any release for years, humping his face in what felt like an attempt to drown him. Then to his surprise he felt the plug being removed, the sudden emptiness making him gasp before he moaned as he felt another toy entering. The hyper-sensitivity spell was still there, amplifying everything he felt, making him gasp and moan against Mistress Amelinda's pussy as the toy behind him started pumping into him. Slowly at first it constantly sped up, now pushing his face into her pussy as loud wet slaps echoed in the room.

"Smack!"

"Oowwwwwhhh!"

He gasped as he felt Mistress Carmela spank his ass as she fucked him with wild abandon, what was supposed to be painful only turned him on more at the moment. The toy bottomed out, before being pulled out right to the rim, passing over his prostate with every hard thrust, driving him mad with pleasure. Yet her hips only made larger and faster moves, now pulling the fat long toy all the way out of his hole, before pushing through his rosebud and bottoming out in one smooth move. He shouted into Mistress Amelinda's pussy as he came hard, spraying his seed on the carpet with loud gasps, hoping for a break. Yet Mistress Amelinda only smiled at him and placed his face back into her sopping pussy and he heard Mistress Carmela laugh behind him, not slowing down her fucking at all,

"Oh what a delightfully dirty pet you have Cissa, he's coming like freight-train right under us."

"I know; he's always been a very naughty boy, that's what makes him such fun."

Harry felt humiliated at his reaction and wanted to mention the spell Mistress Narcissa kept leaving out, but Mistress Amelinda was giving him no chance to talk, her wetness coating his throat as he tried to breathe and swallow while Mistress Carmela mercilessly humped her hips against his ass.

He had lost count of the times he had licked the pussy in front of him clean, before being flooded with her taste again, having to swallow desperately as her meaty lips were ground into his face. His track of time was completely gone and his world circled around the sensations flooding through his groin, so much pleasure it was bordering on pain, yet he could not decide which one he was experiencing. The steady smacks from Mistress Carmela continued; increasing his embarrassment as felt himself come again to their loud laughter, clenching the toy that was pumping into him with exhausted muscles. He heard Mistress Carmela shout in pleasure while slamming his hips a final few times, before finally pulling the drenched toy out of his rectum. Seeing this even Mistress Amelinda let him go, watching in amusement as he slid down on the floor. She snickered and raised her glass towards Mistress Narcissa,

"Mmm ten points Cissa, his tongue is indeed divine."

"Thank you, sadly I cannot take all the credit, but I know my pet is always pleased at the praise he receives for a job well done."

She had attached her own toy and walked over to Harry, gently lifting him up and carrying him to her chair. Narcissa sat down and pulled Harry down into her lap, carefully angling the toy so it slipped into his used hole. She softly nibbled his ear as he moaned at the intrusion,

"Come now pet, show our guests what a dirty boy you are."

She pulled him back towards her chest, trapping his bound arms between them while using her legs to spread him wide, displaying the toy entering him to the other two women. Tapping his ankles she activated the sticking charms on his cuffs, freezing his spread legs in place.

Harry had never felt this embarrassed and humiliated, especially as his cock was still rock hard, showing no signs of faltering. Mistress Narcissa nibbled at his neck and ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

"Pet, I gave you an order, give our guests a good show of what a dirty little slut you are."

She watched in delight as he flushed even redder, if that was even possible at this point, before starting to slowly pump his hips, fucking himself on her toy. She giggled in delight, running her hands over his chest while nibbling everywhere her mouth could reach, urging him to fuck her faster. She ran a hand down and played with his constricted balls, before running silky hands over his shaft.

"I want you to come for us, to show us all how much you love riding your Mistress."

She started pumping her hips in return, meeting his downward movement with a wet slap, making him let out adorable little gasps that went straight to her drenched pussy.

"Moan for your Mistress honey, let her know how much you love being fucked."

He couldn't contain the moan he let out in reply, making her smirk widely as she started pumping his cock with a tight fist, as she fucked him hard and fast.

"That's it pet; let everyone know how much you like your Mistress cock fucking your little ass."

His feeble moaned out disagreements only seemed to amuse her as she kept pumping her hand and fucking him, making the pressure build incredibly fast. Looking up he saw the other two enjoying the show, embarrassing him further as he knew what was coming and was powerless to stop it. With a shout he came, bucking wildly on Mistress Narcissa's lap, gasping as the relentless hand showed no signs of slowing down.

He tried to slow down or escape her slick hand and pumping toy, yet he was held tightly in place by the cuffs, being completely at her mercy as she continued fucking him. The hand rubbing his cock was making him twitch as the pleasure became too much, yet his gasps of "Mistress, oh Merlin, please" only seemed to turn her on more, making her lick his neck in joy.

"Mmm keep, uhh, begging pet, uhhhhhhhhhhh."

He almost wept in relief as he felt her shudder under him and bite his neck, her own release finally being achieved with a long drawn out moan of pleasure. She released his tortured cock, making him feel light-headed as the sensations finally abated. He slumped in her lap, half dead to world before he heard her whisper "suck" into his ear. Obediently he licked and sucked the hand she had placed in his mouth, noting it was the same hand that had rubbed his erection and realizing what the salty taste was. He was too exhausted to care at this point, both mentally and physically.

Narcissa smiled lovingly at her pet as he licked her hand clean, running her other hand through his soft hair. She noticed he was nodding off and chuckled, poor boy was definitively done for tonight. Standing up from her chair she slipped out of him and removed the toy, before picking him up with a Levitation Charm and addressing the other two.

"It looks our pet is done for tonight, I'm going to put the poor thing in bed."

As she moved past them they both placed kisses on his cheek, giggling,

"Good night pet."

She smiled in approval at that before heading up the stairs, placing Harry in one of the guestrooms. Calling two house elves she ordered them to bathe and clothe him in a pair of pyjamas before tucking him in, poor thing looked rather used at the moment. Dropping by the cold room she picked up another bottle of wine before returning to her friends, there was still plenty of party left to attend to, even if the main attraction was over.

Walking back to the room it was Amelinda who spoke first,

"So Cissa, I know that wasn't his real appearance, will we ever find out who he is?"

She seemed to consider her answer before giving a mischievous smile,

"Should his future proceed as I expect, I might introduce you properly in a few years."

She smiled at their intrigued looks, if they ever found out who he really was they'd be even more interested, having a Lord of two houses as a pet gave a heady sense of power; a feeling she knew they'd share.

A/N Don't forget to vote in my default fetish polls, this week is Anna from Disney's Frozen and this Friday Luna Lovegood's poll will be up, you can vote either in the fanfiction poll or review in the 'Fetish Poll' fanfic, or if need be by commenting on here.

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