"Legillimens." He didn't think he'd ever heard a spell said quite so hatefully. There was no subtly, no gentle probing, just an all-out assault on his mind and the barriers within.

Harry was sitting in the same chair he'd spent many of his mornings since the start of term. He was sweating profusely, the collar of his shirt had a large, damp ring around it. His temple was throbbing, and there was a sharp pain at the back of his neck, like a hot knife between his two vertebrae. He had a white-knuckled grip on the arm of the chair. The wood creaked lightly as he squeezed to the point of pain. The Headmaster watched the entire exchange stoically.

Snape wasn't looking much better, though. The repeated failures were driving him spare. His face was splotched with red, and there was sweat along his brow. And his greasy, black hair was disheveled.

Except for the spell, next to nothing had been said between the three men. Snape behaved and so Harry decided too as well. Besides, stopping every one of his attacks on my mind is far more satisfying than any little jab I might be able to throw at him.

The probe banged against the walls in his mind, again and again with all the relentlessness of an invading army at the gates. But despite the potions master's best efforts, and they really were his best efforts, he failed.

\Harry let one stray thought out into the space of his own mind, just a little nugget for the man to chew on. Did you think this would be your opportunity to finally get back at me? To put me in my place? To prove to yourself that I really am everything you think I am? It must get tiring being so horribly wrong about me at every turn.

Snape made an unpleasant noise in the back of his throat that sounded like cursing but really couldn't be made out as Harry pushed against, the admittedly powerful probe, with a pulse of his own magic. His counter physically forced back Snape two steps. As he tried to right himself, he snarled while raising his wand, "Leg…"

"I believe that is enough, Severus." Dumbledore spoke up then, "Harry has proven himself more than equal to the task as I dare say you left nothing on the table. I shall inform you if we ever need your assistance in the future."

The professor stared at Harry with dark eyes, fury written across his features. Unable to help himself, Harry smiled back, more than a bit cockily, "Thank you, professor. This lesson was… enlightening."

Smoothing down his hair, Snape schooled himself before he turned to Dumbledore, "Of course, Headmaster, I must prepare for my morning lessons anyway." He didn't spare Harry another glance as he headed toward the door and shut it behind him more harshly than was perfectly necessary.

The throbbing in his head was slowly abating, and the sharp pain had gone dull as his body slowly recovered from the session. Dumbledore shook his head with a sigh, "Must you antagonize him?"

"No, but sometimes it's just too good of an opportunity to pass up." Harry didn't feel one ounce of guilt, "He certainly takes every opportunity to do the same to me."

"True," he conceded, "But considering you'd already taken the victory, as it were, I don't think it was worth rubbing in."

"I'll keep that in mind for the future, sir." Harry told him, trying to be diplomatic. But considering how horribly petty the overgrown bat is, it's quite difficult not to take the opportunities when I get them.

"I suppose, that's the best that I can hope for." Dumbledore gave him a small smile, "Though I must still congratulate you… that was a job very well done. I have learned not to doubt you over the years, but even still, I'm impressed."

"Thank you, sir." Harry replied, proud of the revered wizard's confidence.

"You are as prepared as possible should Tom ever have the opportunity to attack your mind. Though, I still pray that it never comes to something like that."

"Does this mean an end to our lessons then, professor?" Harry knew that Occlumency alone hadn't been the purpose behind their sessions, but they were a predominant part of them. They, along with his exercises in control, had left him with better command of his magic than he could ever remember.

Dumbledore steepled his fingers in front of him, stopping to think, "No… I don't think it does. We may reduce the frequency of these sessions, for a time at least, but I think it would be in your best interest to continue. There's a great deal of knowledge I can impart upon you. And given the potential danger you face… I don't see why we shouldn't give you every tool possible."

While the Headmaster had never been uninterested in his magical education, this was far more direct than in the past, "Why now?"

"Because for the first time in the years we've known each other your magic and mind are entirely your own." The Headmaster didn't hesitate in giving him the truth, "You're an exceptional wizard, Harry, and I only expect you to grow greater with time. But should Tom return, I'll be the first line of defense for the time being… and until recently you had a connection to him that I didn't fully understand. That he might have found a way to exploit. There are many things I still happily shared with you, but the intricacies of how I approach magic… I don't think that would have been wise."

"Why not teach me Occlumency sooner?"

"Your connection was far more complex than a simple spell. So, there was no guarantee that it would actually work." He reasoned easily, "Though had the need arisen, I had every intention of giving you the necessary tutelage."

In his estimation, it was a reasonable explanation, "Fair enough, professor."

His blue eyes twinkled, "Very good, Harry. I think that'll be all for this morning." Though before he left, Dumbledore slid him a potion vial, "Severus was on rather fine form, I imagine you could use a little pick me up." It was true, the pain in his head still hadn't abated, and his arms felt heavy at his side. Uncorking the potion, he downed it in one.

It was Pepper-Up Potion, and in a moment most of the fatigue left his body. With a grateful smile, Harry placed the vial back down on the desk, headed out of the office and made his way to the enchanted staircase. Not in the mood to plod all the way up to the tower, he decided to grab a shower in Anya and Orina's room.

It was still early, but there were a couple Ravenclaws and Gryffindors making their way down from their towers for breakfast already. As he made it to the third-floor landing, he was met by a welcome sight, "Morning Sue."

The Asian witch gave him a shy smile, "Morning Harry." He loved that she still got a bit flustered around him even though he'd literally seen her in the throes of passion, cumming on the end of his cock. She looked down to his sweaty shirt, "Busy morning?"

"Very. But it was successful, so I can't complain." He told her with a chuckle, "I'm just going to grab a shower now."

"You had a good time… yesterday afternoon?" She asked him curiously, stopping him with the touch of his arm.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at that, "I did… Daphne decided that she was tired of waiting."

Biting her bottom lip, Sue looked up at him with dark eyes, her voice was quiet, "It made studying quite a bit harder."

"Sorry about that." He rubbed the back of his head. He knew that Ginny quite enjoyed the sudden bouts of arousal it caused in her, but there was no guarantee that all the girls would feel that way. Maybe I should be more careful about when I'm making love.

"Don't be…" Her cheeks flushed slightly. Or not. She gave him a wistful little smile, "It was… fun honestly… just more intense than the other times it's happened." Maybe because it was Daphne's first time? "And It might have made me realize… that we haven't had a chance… since after the duels." She finished leadingly. It wasn't that they hadn't touched each other… but their best opportunity to be alone had been their dueling practices and that had changed thanks to Fleur. Not that it's going to be a problem from now on.

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After his shower, he just asked Dobby for breakfast so that he didn't need to run down to the Great Hall only to come back up for Ancient Runes. It meant that he was one of the first into the classroom despite his busy morning.

As he sat waiting for class to start, he found himself looking over the tablet he'd taken at the end of the first task. It was the first time he'd given it a proper look, and he had a feeling that progress was going to be slow.

Padma sat herself down beside him and asked, "What's that?"

"Just something from the first task… I think it might be a clue for the second."

"Mind if I have a look?"

"Be my guest."

The Indian witch looked it over, before she turned to him with a frown, "This is… complex. It looks like some of the languages are manipulated or outright mixed together."

"I noticed that, yeah."

Looking it over again, after a second, she told him, "I want to help you with this."

"Alright." He wasn't going to turn down help when it was offered.

"And I know exactly who else to ask. I'll get this back to you when we're done." Without a second thought, she grabbed the tablet and headed over to Hermione. He watched as Padma explained to his bushy-haired friend.

There was pointing and raised eyebrows until he heard Hermione say, "Oh… if it's for Harry, I'm happy to help." That was all the Ravenclaw needed to hear as she sat down next to her and they started pouring over it before the class started.

Daphne walked in then and took the opportunity to steal the seat next to him. The blonde gave him a knowing smile, "Fun morning?"

"Very." There was no point denying it when she knew full well what he'd been up to.

"Sue certainly looked like she thought the same when she came down for breakfast. Looked like she was practically glowing." She teased him.

"You looked much the same yesterday. I aim to please, after all." He said, always thrilled to bring one of his lovers pleasure.

"I noticed." She gave him a little smile, "It was an interesting experience for me… the whole ridiculous sympathetic arousal. Not yesterday that was bloody brilliant, would recommend." Her voice was soft, and sweet, "Would've been nice if my sister wasn't right there while my pussy was on fire with need this morning."

"Sorry?" He was starting to learn that probably wasn't the right thing to say with his girls though. They knew what they were in for now, and seemed to be happy to dive in with both feet.

"No, it's alright. Made it more exciting in the end." Beneath the table she slipped something into his hands, it was an emerald pair of lacy knickers that quite clearly had a damp spot on the gusset, "Had to take care of myself before I came up here, unfortunately." I'm starting to wonder if part of the reason my magic chose the girls it did is because every single one of them has an incredible naughty streak. Not that he was complaining, mind you.

He tucked the skimpy undergarments into his pocket before anyone could see, as she put that day's edition of the Daily Prophet on the desk, "While you were having your fun this morning, you missed a different kind of fun down in the Great Hall." Across the front page of the paper were the words Apologies from the Editor.

"Looks like badmouthing a national hero, who just recently was instrumental in putting three terrorists into jail, isn't a good way of selling papers." Daphne said, pleased as he was, "What it is good for is garnering massive public backlash that gets you fired along with a direct rebuke from the Minister of Magic. When you get a chance, you might want to read it. Your godfather had some rather choice words for that horrid bitch."

Harry couldn't help the deep laugh the bubbled up in his chest, "I knew Sirius was going to do something, I just didn't expect him to work quite so fast."

"He did in two days what people have been trying for years to do. Gotta say, it's rather impressive."

"Don't tell him that," He snorted, "He's already plenty confident as it is. His ego doesn't need more inflating." They both chuckled as the rest of the class had filed in and Professor Babbling came in from her office.

"Morning everyone, I hope you had a good weekend. It was certainly exciting." She gave Harry a little smile, "Now, today we're going to discuss Muggle-Repelling Wards and how the spell can be bolstered by tying it into a wardstone."

It was a rather standard, theoretical lesson. One which saw them all just taking notes as Babbling explained the basics, and some of the intricacies of the topic. Over the course of the period, Harry found out that Daphne had an impressive ability to multitask. And an equally impressive ability to be discreet.

The entire lecture, she diligently took notes and stroked the inside of his thigh tantalizingly close to his member. She was even bold enough to tease his crown, running her finger along his ridge through the fabric of his trousers. He heard every word, but he wasn't actually listening as he did everything in his power not to give away what the gorgeous Slytherin was doing to him. Merlin, she's asking for it.

The period felt far longer than normal by the time that Babbling finally told them, "Right, that's all for the day, you're dismissed." Harry sent a look Daphne's way, but she acted none the wiser.

As everyone packed up, they headed toward the door together. Out in the corridor, she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she giving him a sly wink and telling him simply, "Bye."

He was lucky that he had some semblance of control, because otherwise he would be to tempted to drag her to the nearest empty room. Instead, he managed to growl out, "Bye. See you later." And when I do, I'm going to spank your arse red enough that you won't be able to sit for a day… at least.

Padma and Hermione came out behind them, just in time to see Daphne pull away. His Gryffindor friend quirked an eyebrow in question while Padma was entirely in the know. The Indian witch leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek as well, "We'll have that tablet sorted for you in a jiffy, promise." Before he had a chance to respond she bounced away from him, and called out after the Slytherin, "Daphne, wait up."

Hermione was staring at him intently, "You know, we've both been pretty damn busy this year. Haven't had as many opportunities to just hang out, talk and I have a feeling that I'm missing something because of it… I mean you've obviously made some new friends, not that I'm any different, but something tells me there's more to it than that."

Running a hand through his hair, he told her, "It's… rather a long a story."

"Right… honestly, I'm not sure I even want to know. I have a feeling it's going to make my head hurt." That surprised him. Hermione always had a hard time not being in the know, and now that she realized there was something she was missing, he thought she was unlikely to let it go anytime soon. Turns out she's had some changes these last couple months, too.

"I'm sure we'll get to it eventually, but now doesn't seem like a good time. We do have Charms to get to."

She gave him a wry smile, and just shook her head, "Great deflection, Harry. Really."

"I know you'd rather pull out your own hair than be late for class, Hermione. I'm just looking out for you." With a roll of her eyes, she headed in the direction of the Charms classroom with Harry just behind.

As they made their way down, they ran into Ginny. She came up to them and grabbed his hand, a little smile on her lips, "Hey, Harry, could I steal you for a second?"

Hermione looked between them, before telling him, "I'll see you in Charms… try not make him late." She directed the last to the redhead.

"Won't take too long at all, just needed to ask him a quick question about a spell I'm struggling with in DADA, since I have it next." Ginny pulled him down a fourth-floor corridor and around a corner into one that was empty… and conveniently had a broom cupboard in it. Opening it, she pushed him in and immediately started pushing at the waist of his trousers.

It was cramped and a little dusty, but there was enough room for the two of them. Though they were pressed close together, not that either of them minded.

"You know, it's really unfair." She said with a pout as she fished his member out and steadily started beating her petite hands.

"What?" He responded dumbly.

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As they hopped out of the cupboard she gave him a kiss, "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Now get to class," She told him with a wry smile, "I don't want Hermione angry at me, or worse asking questions." He could only chuckle at this as she headed away from.

Just making it to Charms in time, he slipped in and looked for somewhere to sit. Somehow, it didn't surprise him that the only available seat was next to Susan.

His other redheaded lover gave him a knowing smile as he slid in next to her, "Hey, missed you at breakfast this morning."

"I was pretty tired after my lesson with Dumbledore." He told her more for the people nearby than for her sake.

She just leaned in so that only he could hear, "Among other things…"

"Yes, among other things."

"So, was it Daphne that's responsible for my currently dripping pussy?" Susan asked innocently as she brought her hand up to seemingly move something from his collar, though it had the added effect of letting him get a whiff of pussy juice on her fingers.

"Ginny."

"Lucky bitch." Susan said low, gaze falling to his crotch. They were stopped from any further conversation as Flitwick took his place in the middle of the room. Susan and Daphne seemed to be of one mind that day, as the redhead left him just as thoroughly teased as her blonde friend by the time they finished with the lesson and headed down to lunch. Though this time, he didn't have another one of his lovers to milk the cum from his cock.

That night, he found himself in a familiar classroom with a familiar partner. Just the two of them. He dodged to the side and fired off a blindingly bright light at the same time as he cast a spell that shaded his own vision. Without hesitating, he fired off a finisher that hit home. There was a dull thud as Fleur went flying into the wall and her wand went tumbling from her fingers. He summoned it before she got up and had the chance to continue.

There was a cute pout on her full lips as she blew her hair from her eyes, "Well zat iz it zen…" She was on her knees, sitting back on her heels. Just the sight of her there made something in him roar.

Moving over to her, he gave her a sympathetic smile, "Don't worry, Fleur. You'll have plenty of opportunity to overtake me again." She'd managed to win just two of their last six duels and so for the first time, he'd taken the lead in their tally.

"I don't know if it will do me any good, 'Arry. I zink you'll only pull away more." She gave him a bright smile, "Still, if I'm going to lose at least it is to an actual prodigy…"

"I don't know about that…" he said humbly.

"You might not, but I do. Now, is zere anything you want to do with your victory, mon amour?" She was looking up at him with hooded eyes peachy bum arch out slightly. Her striking blue eyes were dark, as she accused him, "I would almost say it was not fair today, you were terribly distracting."

"I was terribly distracting?" He said incredulously. The French veela wasn't wearing her normal school uniform. Instead, she was in a stretchy pair of black trousers that hugged her statuesque legs wonderfully. And then there was her shirt which had a deep-v that showed off a tantalizing hint of her impressive cleavage.

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They parted that night with one more kiss. Fleur headed down to the carriage while he made his way to the third floor. When he opened the door, Orina and Anya both looked as though they were the cat that caught the canary. It was Orina who spoke up though, "So, you had… exhilarating day, no?" Seems like a bit of an understatement.