The following days passed quickly. With classes cancelled to prepare the school for Dumbledore's funeral, Harry and Hermione used the time to practice new spells and devise a strategy for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, Harry didn't neglect his new slave's training during his study sessions. Nor did Hermione, who took her new position as Fucktoy's Mistress very seriously.
She spent a lot of time to teach Ginny how to become a perfect little slut, as she called it. She taught her how to use her body to please her Master and Mistress, how to present herself when she wasn't needed, how to properly respond when spoken to, and how to properly thank her owners for using her. She also taught her some of the beauty charms so that the girl could take care of herself and always make herself look pretty for her Master and Mistress.
Harry was grateful for the help. He had realized that with him about to add more girls to his growing harem, training them all by himself would soon become far too tedious. Even simple things like his morning routine would become a huge hassle if he gave every girl the same treatment as Hermione. He'd never get anything done if he spanked them all every day, and it would be much too exhausting for him to make use of them as much as he did of his number one girl.
In the end, he decided that only his Pet was deserving of that much attention from him. Others would have to learn about their place without taking as much of his time as it had taken to train his first girl. And while his Pet's help in training Fucktoy and soon other girls was appreciated, the same principle applied to her as well. He didn't want her to neglect any of her far more important duties to him because of other slave girls.
As such, he had to come up with different ways to educate new slaves, and Ginny was his first test subject for that. Harry planned to use his growing collection of sex toys to their best effect with her. Utilizing his recent purchases, he took great care in ensuring that his newest slave had hardly a waking moment where she wasn't painfully aware of her new status as his property whose body and holes for him to use and abuse as he pleased.
He forced her to keep her pussy and arse stuffed with oversized dildos and plugs that pulsated and vibrated inside her abused holes day and night, never allowing her a moment's rest. The perpetual stimulation kept the girl more than a little aroused despite the constant pain, but naturally, she wasn't allowed to orgasm on most days.
Only when Harry fucked her in the arse, he occasionally granted her release, and then only if she desperately begged for it without any regard to her own dignity. He liked to drive home the message that she truly was a filthy anal slut who enjoyed getting raped in the arse.
And it was indeed working. Every time she involuntarily climaxed while her Master roughly pounded her arse and filled her with his cum, Ginny believed his words a little bit more herself.
Harry also enjoyed putting clamps on her nipples and clit, varying the tightness depending on how well she had acted as an obedient and submissive little slut on the previous day. When she was good girl, the clamps would only stimulate the most sensitive parts of her body but wouldn't clench her apart from the initial pressure. But whenever she showed even the slightest defiance or hesitance at any command, she could count on having her nipples and clit tormented the next day.
Despite that assurance, Ginny proved to either be a very slow learner, or her fighting spirit was far too big for her own good. She was a feisty little thing who apparently couldn't stop herself from snapping at her Master and Mistress or resist orders that were imperfectly phrased. As such, after one week, she had only gotten the gentle treatment twice.
In truth, Harry liked it that way. It was much more fun to see her fight in vain than to have a broken, mindless fuck doll who didn't fight back at all. So, even when he punished the girl, he took care not to take things too far and risk such an outcome. He was confident that she could take the punishments she was earning herself. He hoped that even after he had slowly broken her in and had twisted her to his desires, she would always maintain this fiery spark under the surface of the well-trained little slut that she was bound to become.
On Saturday, the day before Dumbledore's funeral, Professor McGonagall approached Harry and asked him if he would like to speak a few words during the ceremony. Apparently, both Professor Slughorn and Minister Fudge had suggested it. Harry saw it as a good opportunity to increase his public standing and readily agreed. He and Hermione put down a few notes on what he would say later that day.
The next morning, Harry and his girls had an early breakfast and then returned to their private quarters, where he and Hermione sat down and went over his notes again and discussed what he would say for a last time. Finally, it was time for him to get ready for the funeral and he rose from the couch and entered the bedroom. He wanted to put on his dress robes, hoping to make more of an impression than in his school robes.
Hermione, who didn't need to change, remained behind on the couch while she waited for him. With no other duties requiring her attention, she decided to make the best of the short break and called for Ginny to make herself useful.
When Harry stepped out of the bedroom, wearing his elegant black dress robes over a black shirt with a black tie, he smirked when he saw his Pet reclined on the couch, her head leaned back and her eyes closed, while Ginny's head had disappeared under her skirt. Even when he couldn't see it, he knew that the younger girl's tongue was buried deep in her Mistress's pussy, as it was so often. A few hours each day, befitting Ginny's new name, Hermione would make use of the redhead as her personal fucktoy, sometimes to pleasure her but mostly to help her train her vaginal muscles even more.
Harry very much enjoyed to watch his Pet's zeal in improving her body for him, though not as much as he enjoyed to feel the result of her efforts whenever he fucked her impossibly tight pussy. She had always been a little overachiever, and he knew it could only mean good things for him that her greatest ambition in life now was to always remain the best fuck in his harem and offer him the tightest pussy no matter how many more girls he took, and even when they were younger than her like Ginny was. He was also confident that she would pull it off, being the brilliant and determined little slut that she was.
"Alright, girls!" Harry called, shaking himself out of his musings. "It's time to go! The ceremony will start in a few minutes."
"Yes, Master." Hermione immediately responded and pushed the other girl away from her.
Ginny, whose lips were slightly glistening with her Mistress's arousal, didn't respond and remained on her knees. She wasn't allowed to walk upright in their chambers without permission, so she crawled to the door on all fours, where she was joined by Harry and Hermione.
Harry smirked at the redhead on the floor. He had something special planned for her today.
"One more thing before we leave." he announced. "I've got a present for you, Fucktoy!"
A small groan escaped Ginny's lips as she fearfully looked up at him.
"Here, Fucktoy." he said brightly and reached into his robes, pulling out a red dildo which he had just picked up in the bedroom.
Ginny reluctantly took the rubber cock in her hands, eyeing it critically. It was slightly smaller than the one that was currently vibrating inside her sore pussy, but not by much.
Harry grinned at her. "I know what you think. Your pussy is already stuffed, so what's the point of this? Are you really supposed to switch the dildo in your pussy with this smaller one, when you enjoy the bigger one so much more? That would hardly make for a good present, right?"
He chuckled while Ginny only stared at him with a mixture of uncertainty, fear, and humiliation. "Never fear!" he said cheerfully. "I don't want you to replace the dildo in your pussy. You can simply put this one inside you as a second one!"
"What!?" Ginny screeched, he eyes bulging in shock. "Please, Master! No, please! It won't fit! It'll tear - tear this slut's pussy apart! Please, Master, don't make your slut do this!"
"Oh, poor girl!" Harry said with a mock pout. "Don't you remember what you said when you saw the dildo that's currently inside you for the first time? You said the very same thing, and look how much you love it now!"
The glare he got in response told him that she absolutely didn't love it, but the girl knew better than to tell him that.
At the same time, Hermione chimed in. "Yes, and it was the same when Master offered you the plug that's currently in your arse, too! It's always the same with you! But Master gave you a present, and you don't want to appear ungrateful, do you?"
Ginny gave a desperate sob as she looked back and forth between her tormentors, and she knew that there was no way out. If she stalled any longer, her Master or Mistress would simply order her to do what they wanted, and then she'd get punished on top of that.
With no other choice, crying softly, she lay back on her back and pushed up her skirt, revealing her stuffed arse and pussy as well as her clamped clitoris. Two more clamps were continuously squeezing down on her nipples, though at least Harry hadn't applied the clamps as tightly as on the previous day. She had almost grown accustomed to the three clamps by now. The dildo and the anal plug were causing her much bigger discomfort, and now her pussy would be stretched even more painfully.
Slowly - as slowly, as she thought she could get away with - she moved the new dildo down between her legs and aligned its tip with her entrance. At least, her wetness would serve as a lubricant. For the first time, she was grateful for the constant low vibrations of the toys inside her. With one hand, she pushed down on the base of the bigger dildo inside her to make room for the second one, hissing in pain while she did so. Then, she pressed on with the second rubber cock and began to slowly but steadily work it further inside her. The pain as her pussy was stretched wider than ever before was almost unbearable to her, and she hadn't even managed to work even one third of the dildo inside her yet.
"PLEEAASE, MASTER!" she wailed desperately. "Please have mercy! It hurts! It's too much!"
"You can't do more than that?" Harry asked her.
"No, this slut can't! Owwww! Please, Master, please-"
"Alright, Fucktoy. Alright." Harry said soothingly and bent down to her to softly brush a few stray hairs out of her face. "If you can't do more than that, you don't have to. It's okay."
"Th-thank you, Master." the redhead sobbed, her relief evident in her voice.
"Yes, Fucktoy." Harry continued as he straightened up again. He smirked at the girl. "If you can't do more than that, Pet can help you. Don't worry, she'll make it nice and quick!"
"No, Wait! No! No no n-AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Ginny's panicked response ended with a high shriek when Hermione grabbed the base of the second dildo and forcefully rammed its full length into the younger girl's wet snatch.
"AAAHHHHH! OOOWWWWWW!" The girl was writhing around on the floor in pain, and if Harry hadn't known about the enchantments on the dildos that prevented them from doing any real damage, he would have worried about having caused her some serious injury down there. As it was, Harry knew that he didn't have to worry about the girl's health. He simply gave her a minute to calm down before he spoke again.
"Now, Fucktoy, that wasn't so hard, was it? A snug fit to be sure, but nothing a slutty pussy like yours couldn't handle. Admit it, you like this, don't you, Fucktoy?"
Ginny stared up at him, her eyes still shining with unshed tears from the in pain, though by now, much more predominant was the hate in her eyes. But despite her true feelings, she had been asked a question and she knew well what would happen to her if she responded incorrectly.
"Yes, Master." she pressed out. "Thank you for allowing your slut to stuff her fuckholes, Master."
"Very good, Fucktoy! Good girl!" Harry praised her. "And don't forget to thank Pet for her help, too!"
"Yes, Master." Ginny responded despondently and looked at the other girl. "Thank you, Mistress, for pushing the dildo in this slut's pussy."
"You're welcome, Fucktoy." Hermione responded cheerfully. "Always happy to help!"
"Alright. Good." Harry said. "Now get up, Fucktoy, it's time for us to leave."
Ginny grimaced in pain as she stumbled to her feet, the toys inside her stretching her painfully as she moved around.
"You know, Fucktoy, I actually feel a bit bad for you." Harry commented when he looked at her tear-streaked face. "So, I've decided that you should at least get to have some fun at the funeral now."
"Fun? At the funeral?" Ginny mumbled, repeating his words without understanding while she tried to collect her thoughts. She still mostly focused on how she could position herself without her pussy feeling as if it was being split in two.
"Yes, with your pussy filled this good, I guess you really need to cum, right?" Harry went on. "So, once we're in the Great Hall, for as long as we're there, you're allowed to cum as much as you want!"
Finally, Ginny fully focused on him, her eyes growing wide as she realised what he had planned for her.
"No! This slut doesn't need to cum!" she insisted, her face blushing crimson.
"Really?" Harry asked teasingly and pulled the control amulets for her toys out of his pocket. "Not even... now?" And with that, he increased the vibrations on the two dildos, on the anal plug, and on the three clamps to the second highest setting.
"Ah! No!" Ginny moaned as her knees buckled and she almost lost her footing, shocked by the intensity of the pleasurable sensations inflicted on the most sensitive parts of her body.
"Pleeaase." she whimpered, desperate to avoid the public humiliation of orgasming in front of hundreds of people.
"Don't worry, Fucktoy. You don't have to beg." Harry responded. "As I said, as soon as we're in the Great Hall, you have my permission to cum as much as you want with almost no restriction. The only restrictions you'll have are that you still have to do your best to maintain your cover, that you are not allowed to leave before us, and that you are not allowed to fall unconscious. You got that?"
"Y-Y-Yes, Master." the girl sobbed, desperately trying to ignore the sensation of the toys and the building heat in her abdomen.
"Great! Then let's get out of here!" Harry said happily and left the room, his two girls following behind him.
It took them much longer than usual to make their way to the Great Hall because Ginny had a hard time keeping up. Harry didn't mind, though, and didn't command her to hurry up. It was amusing to watch the girl walking slightly bowlegged, moving as slow and gently as she possibly could and yet still clearly fail at keeping the toys inside her from torturing her any further. With every step she took, she grimaced in discomfort, her pained groans and whimpers only interrupted by her occasional stifled moans when the more pleasurable stimulations to her body overwhelmed her.
When they finally entered the crowded Great Hall, Harry thought that Ginny's conduct might have looked suspicious on most days, but he had little to worry about for now. This was the funeral for the probably most admired and beloved man in Magical Britain, after all. Many students and other attending guests were openly crying, and he was sure that Ginny wouldn't stand out in that crowd.
Looking around, he saw that all the House tables were gone to make room for all the guests. The hall was dimly lit and black drapes hung from the walls. Instead of the teacher's table, a large white coffin had been placed at one side of the speaker's dais, white flowers surrounding it. To the other side, a row of chairs had been arranged for a select few more important guests, most of whom were already seated. Harry recognized Minister Fudge among them.
He then spotted three empty seats near the front and quickly led his girls down the many rows of chairs to the free seats, where he sat down at the end of the row near the gangway, Hermione beside him and Ginny next to her. They had just settled down when Professor McGonagall stepped to the lectern to welcome the guests and start with the first speech of the ceremony.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the ensuing ceremony was an altogether dull and tedious affair. One old dignitary after another held long, verbose speeches that soon became annoyingly repetitive in their offered praises for the late headmaster.
The only thing that kept Harry awake was to watch Ginny struggle in her futile attempts to not succumb to the pleasurable sensations of the vibrating clamps and toys inside her. It didn't take long until he could tell from her increasingly desperate expression that she, too, knew that her resistance was futile.
For Ginny, it was as if she was living in a nightmare. She couldn't understand how this could be happening to her. She sat surrounded by hundreds of people, yet no one noticed her predicament and how much she was being abused right in front of everyone's eyes. She was in so much pain, yet her body still craved an orgasm, her need getting bigger and bigger until she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold herself back much longer.
Only a few minutes later, the girl gave off a low whimper - which didn't stand out in the mourning crowd - and her whole body shuddered as the first orgasm tore through her abdomen. Harry grinned when he saw it, knowing that it was only the first climax of many more to come.
As expected, the girl made for a lovely entertainment over the next hour and offered him a good distraction from the endless series of boring speeches, with the interval between her concealed orgasms getting shorter and shorter. He had to stop watching the girl and calm himself down before it was time for him to hold his speech, or else he'd have had to speak with a raging hard-on.
Finally, the last speaker before Harry found an end to his endless monologue, and Professor McGonagall called Harry to the front.
He made his way to the speaker's lectern, arranged his notes, and surveyed the audience in front of him.
"Honoured professors, honoured guests, fellow students of Hogwarts." he began with a solemn voice. "Today is a sad day for each one of us and for all of Magical Britain. We are on the brink of war, and one of the few persons who could have made a difference in that war was taken from us before that war has even truly started. There is little I can say about the man Albus Dumbledore, and even less that wasn't said before. Those who have spoken before me have known Professor Dumbledore much longer and have known him much better than I. I will not repeat what they said. Instead, I want to focus on the future."
He could see that the previously rather sleepy audience was listing more attentively as he went on. "I want to repeat what I told the school when we learnt the terrible news of the headmaster's death. Let us honour and remember Albus Dumbledore as the great man that he was. But let us not despair. It is true that Dumbledore was the one whom Voldemort feared most during the last war-"
He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the cries of the foolish crowd in front of him at the mention of the name.
"-Yes, but it wasn't Dumbledore who vanquished Voldemort in the end. It was me! And I promise you that I will do it again."
The whispers in the audience rose at that, and Harry paused briefly before he resumed his speech. "Yes, you might think I'm overconfident or a braggart, but the facts tell a different story. I am foretold to defeat Voldemort. And Voldemort himself, even after cowardly murdering Professor Dumbledore, he still doesn't dare to step out in the open. Because he doesn't dare to face me, because he, too, knows the prophecy to be true. He doesn't dare to attack me from the shadows, just like he didn't dare to fight me openly when I challenged him to a duel one week ago. He attacked me when I was a baby, and I vanquished him. He knows if he faced me know, I would kill him for good. And I promise you, each one of you, that I will do exactly that."
He was glad to see that the mood in the hall had gotten much brighter overall. Many people in the audience were nodding in approval or gave him admiring looks, but others still appeared rather skeptical.
"I see that some of you remain unconvinced." he continued. "And who could fault you for that? Even when I was able to vanquish Voldemort as an infant, who's to tell that I could do so again on purpose now? I haven't even sat my OWLs yet! But you should know, it wasn't only as an infant that I defeated Voldemort. I did it again when I was eleven, and again when I was twelve!"
Confused whispers rose in the audience at that.
"Yes, when Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell to infiltrate Hogwarts, it was me who fought and defeated him. And when Voldemort possessed a student to open the Chamber of Secrets and awaken Slytherin's Monster in my second year at Hogwarts, it was me who fought the monster and vanquished Voldemort once more before he could take corporeal form!" The murmurs and cries in the audience got louder, and Harry had to almost shout to make it to the end of his sentence. He could see that many people were confused about his revelations or didn't believe his words.
"If you don't believe me, Professor McGonagall can confirm my words!" he shouted and turned towards the acting headmistress, who had gotten very pale. She evidently knew that with these former secrets becoming public knowledge, she might very well get in trouble with the Ministry. But Harry trusted her to be much too strait-lanced to lie about what had happened in the previous years.
"Yes," McGonagall admitted reluctantly. "Mr. Potter speaks the truth."
The audience broke into excited chatter at that, and Harry had to pause for a while until people quieted down again. Now it was time for the second act.
"Yes. As you see, I am indeed quite practized in defeating Voldemort despite my young age." he went on. "I know that you might wonder about why you haven't been told about these events before, but at the time, it was important to keep these incidents a secret, lest Voldemort's old followers would flock back to his side."
"I also won't speak any further on the details of what exactly has happened and how I defeated Voldemort. Professor Dumbledore was the only one who had the full picture. Or rather, he was the only one until he secretly taught me everything he knew, to prepare me for what I must do now. Not even Voldemort understands how I could defeat him time and time again. He would do everything in his power to get his hands on this information. Professor Dumbledore was convinced that the less people knew, the better. That's why he didn't involve the Ministry. He didn't want to make it an even bigger target in the next war. I agree with him fully and want us to honour the headmaster's wishes, so I ask you to not look any further into these past events, for the sake of all our safety."
Harry briefly glanced to his side to see the Minister slowly nodding in agreement with his words. Harry knew that these remarks, he had hopefully prevented the Ministry from starting its own investigation. The last thing he needed was the Aurors showing up at Hogwarts in force.
It also had the side effect of saving McGonagall's arse - which she well knew, by the looks of it. She appeared relieved but also slightly confused, probably due to his remark about having been trained by Dumbledore. But Harry counted on the fact that she wouldn't be able to tell for sure whether it was a lie or not. The headmaster had many secrets, and for all she knew, her old friend might very well have given Harry secret lessons on defeating Voldemort. Without evidence to the contrary, McGonagall wouldn't accuse Harry of lying. Not when that lie had just saved her job.
Harry didn't exactly love that he couldn't reveal the truth about Dumbledore's manipulations, but he understood that there was nothing to be gained by discrediting a dead man. In was much smarter to capitalise on Dumbledore's fame and do everything he could to be seen as the headmaster's rightful successor as the leader of the fight against the threat of Voldemort. The fact that this threat didn't even exist at the moment and that he had killed the old man himself made it even better, of course. Harry thought that in many ways, utilising Dumbledore's death in this way was a much better form of revenge than tearing down the old man's reputation.
These thoughts made it hard for Harry to keep a solemn expression on his face, but he managed to conclude his speech without breaking character.
"So, in conclusion, rest assured that I am well prepared to defeat Voldemort. But unfortunately, Voldemort is a coward who will try to stay hidden for as long as possible. We have to be vigilant. I can fight him, I can defeat him, but I can't do that while he's hidden. Tell me where he's hiding, and I will kill the coward. But until he's found, I fear that there will be more attacks and more disappearances. We have to brace ourselves for what will surely be a long and hard fight. But one day, Voldemort will be found. I will fight him, and I will kill him. So, once more, let us remember and honour Professor Dumbledore. But let's not lose hope! Voldemort might have won one battle, but together, we will win this war. Thank you."
As he surveyed the sheep sitting in front of him, Harry knew that his speech had been a full success. People were looking at him with admiration, often even reverence, and some even broke into applause or at least clapped a few times, no matter how inappropriate that was at a funeral. As he stepped away from the lectern and slowly walked back to his seat, people whispered their thanks and offered their support as he passed them.
Only one person's reaction made him pause. Cho had been scowling throughout his speech, but when he caught her eyes as he walked past her, she gave him a vicious smirk. Harry didn't know what that was about, but he knew that he didn't like that look. He could tell that she was planning something.
However, he was soon distracted from that thought when he arrived back at his seat. Hermione beamed at him when he sat down next her and gave him a tight hug.
"You were amazing, Master!" she lowly whispered in his ear, only for him to hear.
"It seems that people liked the speech you wrote." he replied. In truth, they had both contributed equally, but she still deserved the praise in his opinion. And a reward, too. That thought reminded him of the girl next to Hermione.
Ginny, who sat cowered into herself, was clearly on the verge of losing her mind. Her eyes were slightly glassy and tears were running down her cheeks. Just when Harry looked at the redhead, her body shook once more and she whimpered quietly - and he knew that it wasn't because she was crying about the death of the headmaster, as onlookers would have assumed.
Ginny had been having what seemed like an endless row of intense orgasms while she had listened to the eulogies for Professor Dumbledore. But the worst thing to her wasn't the sensations inflicted on her body. It wasn't even the humiliation of being forced to climax in the crowded Great Hall. The worst thing for her was the utter hopelessness of her situation. Here she sat in the middle of the Great Hall, being sexually abused in plain sight yet without anyone noticing, and she was unable to make herself known or tell anyone that the monster who had enslaved her sat right next to her. Nor could she tell anyone that her cruel master was not only the person who had murdered the man they were mourning today, but he was also the same person who had just held a self-aggrandising eulogy for the man he had himself killed, much to the admiration of the assembled masses. Harry was pretending to be a big hero, the rightful successor of Dumbledore, the next leader of the Light, and the public ate it right up. And what did she do to stop him? She sat there, damned to silence, and was cumming her brains out. She was utterly disgusted with them all, but even more so with herself. She only wanted this nightmare to stop.
Harry enjoyed watching the miserable girl as she was forced to orgasm again and again while the ceremony neared its end. Finally, after one last mind-numbingly boring speech of one Elphias Doge, McGonagall spoke for a last time to offer her thanks and best wishes to the guests before Dumbledore's coffin was moved outside.
That concluded the official part of the funeral, as the actual burial would take place afterwards with no public guests. The people rose from their seats and slowly started to leave the Great Hall, but Harry thought that it would be good for him to greet the Minister and other high-ranking Ministry officials. He told his girls to wait for him and made his way to the front of the hall.
Minister Fudge was talking to an older witch, but when Harry got closer, the Minister spotted him and waved.
"Harry, my boy!" he called for him. "There you are! Splendid speech! I'm happy to meet you again!"
They exchanged some pleasantries, and the Minister introduced Harry to the witch beside him, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones. Harry learnt that she was the guardian of his year-mate Susan Bones from Hufflepuff. Of course, Harry didn't tell the woman that he wasn't much impressed by her niece, who was one of Cho's Hufflepuff friends now and had also been among the students who had accused him of having opened the Chamber of Secrets in his second year. He only acknowledged the odd coincidence and engaged in some more smalltalk with the department head and the Minister, until Madam Bones became more serious.
"I would like to talk with you about those incidents at Hogwarts that you mentioned in your speech." she informed him.
"As I said earlier, I don't think this would be a good idea." Harry argued. "Professor Dumbledore decided to keep these things secret for a reason. It would be much too dangerous for the information to spread. Besides, even if you disagree with his decision and think he did something wrong, I don't think it would be right to investigate and drag Dumbledore's name through the mud after his death."
"There were other teachers involved in-" Madam Bones began, but Fudge interrupted her.
"Amelia, the boy is right! Leave him be!" he demanded. "What's done is done. The public would have our heads if we started to besmirch Dumbledore's name now!"
"Thank you, Minister." Harry said amiably. "While it is always good to be thorough, I think we really have to focus on much more important things right now. It would probably be better to have the Aurors focus on protecting the public and especially the Ministry from Death Eater activity. I fear Voldemort might target the Ministry soon. Maybe even you personally, Minister. And just imagine what the public would say when there is an attack by Death Eaters and they learn the Aurors weren't there because they were busy investigating some old irregularities that had occurred at Hogwarts under Dumbledore!"
"Yes! You're absolutely right, my boy!" Fudge agreed at once. "Amelia, I'm not perfectly happy about what I have learnt about Dumbledore's secrecy today, but this is not the right time. Let it go! Your primary concern right now has to be my - our own protection - I mean, the protection of the Ministry and the voting public!"
Harry had a hard time to stop himself from laughing at how easily the Minister had been played. However, judging by the looks she was giving him, he could tell that Madam Bones was not so easily fooled. Luckily, she didn't appear to suspect him personally of any wrongdoing, but Harry knew that he had to keep a close eye on her. And maybe come up with a contingency plan on how to deal with her if she ever became more troublesome.
He said his farewells to the Minister and Madam Bones shortly thereafter and returned to his girls. With Hermione next to him and Ginny trailing right behind them, he then navigated the still rather crowded Great Hall on his way outside.
Many people wanted to speak to him or shake his hand, students and guests alike, and Harry resigned himself to talk to his newly acquired "fans", only trying to disengage himself from the conversations as quickly as he could without appearing rude. He supposed these annoyances were the price he had to pay for being the hero of the wizarding world again.
When he and his girls had finally made it to the exit of the Great Hall, Harry noticed how Ginny breathed a sigh of relief when they passed the doors. According to her commands, she would be no longer able to orgasm now that they had left the hall. The toys were still buzzing inside her, however, and Harry wondered how long her relief would last and how soon she would wish for nothing more than to be allowed to climax again.
It was when they had almost crossed the entrance hall when a first-year Ravenclaw girl ran to Harry and came to a stop in front of him. Harry thought she was another one of the many well-wishers who had accosted him, but the girl held out a piece of parchment.
"I was told to give this to you!" she said excitedly, shoved the parchment into his hands, and then darted off before Harry could ask her who had sent her.
"That was weird." Harry said and shook his head, deciding to not look at the parchment with that many onlookers.
He led his girls up the staircase to the upper floors and back to the Room of Requirement. Before they reached their destination, as soon as they arrived in a quiet corridor, he stopped and unfolded the parchment
I know what you did with Ginny. Let's talk. Empty classroom at the end of the Charms corridor today at 7 p.m.
He scowled at the message. This wasn't good, though he wasn't sure how bad it was exactly. Depending on who had sent this message and what they had seen, he was either in deep shit or only faced with a minor annoyance. He had a suspicion, though.
Silently, he handed the parchment to Hermione, who also looked over it.
"Cho?" she asked.
"Hopefully." Harry said with a nod. "But we can't rule out that it's someone else. We'll have to prepare for all eventualities."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed, a worried expression on her face.
Without further comment, they briskly walked down the last few corridors to the Room of Requirement.
Ginny, who stumbled slightly every few steps, was trying to keep up with them. As soon es they entered the enchanted room, she fell on her knees beside Harry.
"PLEEAASE, MASTER-" the girl began but Harry interrupted her.
"Quiet, Fucktoy!" he told her. "Stay right here. Pet and I have work to do."
With that, he left the desperately sobbing girl behind and strode to the table in the middle of the room. He had no time to deal with his younger slave right now, given that he had to figure out a good way to deal with this unexpected blackmail attempt. But luckily, the toys would still keep her occupied in the meantime.