Chapter Five - A Slut's Desire

The sun pouring through Harry's window the next morning gently woke him from his slumber and eased him into the day with contentment. A quick look at his watch told him it was still very early, only a quarter to seven, but he was full of beans and eager to start the day. The Great Hall was always open from seven anyway, so he quickly got ready for the day and headed out the door in less than fifteen minutes. A wash hadn't been necessary, as he'd had a long luxurious bath with Ginny yesterday afternoon. She'd been far too sore to have sex with him again, but after an exquisite blowjob, they had headed down to the feast together. Some of their housemates had given them quite strange looks, noticing a new closeness between them but said nothing. After the feast, Harry simply retired to his room for the night to finish his charms assignment for Flitwick's class the next day.

Yesterday's events had only solidified in his head the decision to include Ginny in his group of witches he'd ask to assist him in rebirthing the Sirens, but she'd never been the one at the top of his list. That honour had always been with Hermione, it would've been even before he'd seen her breathtaking body at the party. The trouble was, how did he know that her behaviour with him there hadn't been just because she'd had a drink? Obviously, he knew that she was attracted to him and would be even more so after they'd touched and kissed at the party but she'd never shown any inclination of any physical desires towards anyone before at school, except perhaps Lockhart in their second year. Sure, she'd been wearing sexy underwear even before his announcement in the hall, but he knew that many women wore it just to feel sexy in themselves. She might find him physically attractive, but he was pretty sure if things went there with Hermione he would very soon be in love with her. He reasoned that she was a strong-of-mind girl and while repeatedly touching her would drive her physical attraction towards him, she was the kind of girl who would only go further with someone she was emotionally attracted to as well.

'But there was more to her kiss than that, wasn't there?' Harry dared to think as he made his way down the Grand Staircase, but then sighed, putting the thought down as maybe just an episode of wishful thinking.

'Was it though?' he thought, hopefully, 'Was it wishful thinking or was it Siren instinct, or maybe I just know my friend.'

He decided that the only way to find out was to test it out. Maybe she did like him like that and had been waiting for him to make a move, to show her he liked her. If that was the case, Harry felt like he'd have to slap himself, having pined for her and been too scared to make any sort of move for so long. Now though, he didn't have a choice, if he wanted Hermione to be the first official one of his ladies in his…coven…yes that was a good word for it, he decided, if he wanted her to be his first member, the leader of his girls, he would need to make a move now.

But how should he do it? He couldn't say anything as upfront as outright saying 'Hey Hermione, I'd like to tear your clothes off and have you in front of everyone in the Gryffindor common room, please,' and he couldn't exactly say. 'Hey Hermione, I'm no longer human but I really fancy you, please be the leader of my coven of witches who I will have lots of sex and babies with.' No, the only way would be to get her to show an interest in him and there was only one realistic in which he thought he just might be able to do that. He'd flirt with her to show her he wanted her and use his Siren powers until she made the first move, the touch power would increase her libido towards him and he was able to tell when they kissed that she had a massive, submissive praise kink. If she wasn't interested in him romantically and just thought he was attractive, then she would obviously tell him.

It turned out, as luck would have it, that he could see his favourite bookworm just about to enter the Great Hall alone ahead of him, clad in her uniform and with her bookbag slung over one shoulder, always eager to get back to classes.

"Harry," she said with a friendly wave as he approached and sat down opposite her, "You're up early."

"Got to set a good example as a Hogwarts Champion," he said, "Excited for potions?"

"Excited as I'm gonna get for a class with Snape," Hermione replied with a sigh, "Ron's on his way down too, he told me to meet him in the Great Hall early. That boy's just done a real one-eighty, thank God."

At that moment a parliament of owls swooped in, all carrying the Daily Prophet and began to drop a blizzard of newspapers onto the tables, each labelled with their intended recipient. Hermione of course was one of them and having just finished buttering a slice of toast unfurled her copy to sat patiently and buttered his own toast, sure she'd regale him with whatever the news of the day was.

"Of course, it's all you again," she said, flicking through the pages, "Speculation on when another announcement will be, speculation on whether or not anyone you marry will also be connected to the Goddess of Magic, oh and apparently there's no stock left at Ann Summers across the country. You should've told me you were gonna make that announcement, Harry, I would've had my Dad buy some shares."

Harry laughed and replied, "Hey I didn't know, but I would've done."

"I know," Hermione responded with a roll of her eyes, "It sucks I'm not gonna be able to get to a proper lingerie shop til the Christmas break though, but - ooh, apparently the only wizarding shop that is similar is opening up another store in Hogsmeade this week, they move fast. I hope they're not too expensive, my parents only gave me a certain amount of money for the term."

"I'll lend you some if you want, that's not a problem," Harry replied, and then leaning forward in a low tone added, "But it's not like you need it, your underwear the other night was already almost as hot as the one wearing it."

"Harry!" Hermione whispered loudly, looking about the Great Hall, blushing but scandalised that someone might've heard, "Don't talk about it here!"

"Ah, okay," Harry grinned, "I'll make sure I go into more detail some other time then."

"Hey you lot, what are you talking about? Ready for a new day of classes?" Ron asked, sitting down next to him.

"That's exactly what we were talking about. Potions," replied Harry, not looking up, and instead in amusement at the still-blushing Hermione.

"Excellent," said Ron, sitting down and immediately going for a bowl of cereal, "Gonna be a good day today, just about all prepared for classes."

Harry turned his head to look at Ron and nearly did a double take. His top button was done up, his tie straight, his hair was combed neatly and he even had his shirt tucked in.

"Sure," said Harry, looking back at Hermione with an expression of 'Are you seeing this?'. Her blush had recovered, and she smirked back in response, but her expression turned to one of being impressed as if to say "Oh bloody hell, he's still serious about studying." Inside, Harry's heart swelled. He'd always loved the way that he and Hermione had been able to talk pretty much non-verbally for years. It seemed like everything she did was an indicator that yes, she was the girl.

"Gotta make sure we work hard, Harry if we're gonna make something of ourselves," Ron said, taking a big scoop of cornflakes and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Ronald," said Hermione.

"Mmm," Ron swallowed, "'Gotta get ahead in classes to get ahead in life' is what Percy says. If we finish up soon we can have an hour in the library before class if you want."

Harry groaned, but seeing the happy look on Hermione's face didn't object. At least he'd be able to look up some books to help him with the tournament.

As quite a few of the students were now coming in or just about finishing their breakfast, in came the owls carrying the general mail. Harry spotted Hedwig easily, her beautiful white plumage soaring down towards him with a letter from Sirius, who he'd written before the second task. After giving Hedwig a bit of bacon, then untying the letter and beginning to read it, he'd just gotten to a bit where Sirius was saying how thankful he was to him for getting him a trial and that he was bloody lucky for getting to meet the Goddess of Magic when another letter landed smack bang on top of the one that he was reading. This one was obvious from its thick, cream-coloured envelope, with 'Ministry of Magic Attendance Order, Confidential' stamped in thick black ink upon it. Clearly, this would be an invitation to testify at Sirius' trial so he put it aside to continue Sirius' letter, but then another letter dropped right on top of it. Then another one. And another one. In total, no less than thirty-four pieces of mail for Harry showered the table as the Gryffindors looked around them in shock.

"Looks like someone's a bit popular," said Seamus with a grin as he sat down and handed over the bits of mail that had landed in front of where he would be sitting.

"Yeah," Harry said uncertainly, gingerly extricating a letter from a large bowl containing porridge and wiping it off before gathering the rest of the mail into a pile from those around him, "I'm sure I don't wanna read most of this guys, wanna help me open it? If anything looks confidential, just pass it to me and I'll make a confidential pile."

The Gryffindors agreed and each of them took a letter.

"Blimey," said Ron after a moment, "This is a marriage contract into the Greengrass family. Lucky bugger, she's gorgeous."

Harry noticed Hermione was looking at Harry steadily for his response with her half-opened letter in her hand.

"I don't believe in marriage contracts," Harry replied. Place it on the left of the pick-up pile, we'll call that the 'reply politely pile'.

"This one's just asking you to ask the Goddess to bless their family, Harry," said Angelina.

"Make a pile next to it, we'll call it the 'Bin It' pile, I don't have control over that."

"Same sorta thing," said Katie, "Bin it?"

"Yeah."

"Holy Merlin's balls!" said Seamus, showing it to Dean. Lavender, on the other side, exclaimed "Ewww."

"Wow, she's flexible," said Dean, "Isn't she a Quidditch player? I think I recognise her."

Seamus turned the letter's contents around to reveal a large wizarding photo of a very flexible naked woman with her legs behind her head, playing with herself.

"Can I keep it?" asked Seamus.

"No," said Harry shortly, "Bin it."

"What?!" called Fred, "Are you mad?"

"Of course, he's not," said George, "It's not as if he needs it. He's probably got a queue of women lining up to shag him."

"Sharing is caring though," added Lee with a comical brow-raise.

"They're meant to be confidential, they aren't for you," said Katie.

"Fine, but they're going on the confidential pile then," said Seamus, "He's not binning such beauty without a proper look at it."

Many of the girls rolled their eyes but relented. They didn't even get to sorting through all Harry's mail, but they opened several more betrothal contracts, letters asking for his blessing, a few letters from businesses asking him to promote their wares at their store (one of those was the adult shop in London expanding their business to Hogsmeade that he thought he might actually help out) and six photos of women in various stages of undress. Ron had been adamant they needed to create a "burn it" pile when there was a naked photo of a very hairy, middle-aged man doing creative things with his long, ginger beard, but Harry simply took it from him and tore it to shreds. In Ron's eyes though, it wasn't enough, that image would be seared into his mind for all eternity and finished his breakfast even quicker than planned, wanting to get away from "the scene of the crime" as he called it. As Harry got up with him to leave, there was a moment of excited anticipation that he would make another announcement, but it soon turned into an in-unison disappointed sigh when he simply picked up his bag and followed Ron out of the Great Hall to go to the library.

Ron and Hermione found a table and sat down quickly once they'd entered the library and pulled their textbooks and various bits of parchment out of their bags. After telling an astounded Hermione that he couldn't rely on her to check all of his homework for him, Ron shot off to find something to ensure he'd done his charms homework correctly while Hermione did some work on Arithmancy. Feeling like a loose part, not wanting to interrupt Hermione while she was working, Harry headed towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts section to see if there were any interesting curses he could learn that might help him in the next task of the tournament. As he scanned the titles on one of the dusty shelves, he wasn't really listening to the hushed-tones conversation going on nearby, not until he heard his own name that is.

"Thanks for leaving with me early, Romilda," a voice had said, "I didn't want to be the only ones leaving breakfast so early when Potter might've made an announcement."

"That's alright," the high, pretty voice of Romilda Vane said quietly in return, "I was just glad to get out of there. One of the photos he got was of me and was terrified when everyone started opening the letters. I'm lucky that no one got to it."

"You sent him a racy photo?" the other voice, which Harry didn't recognise, said, "I thought you weren't obsessed with him like that anymore."

"Oh, I'm not. I don't wanna be the girlfriend of the Prophet of Magic, that's far too much pressure."

"I don't get it then, why send it?"

"Oh come on Emmy, are you telling me that there's a better-looking boy at Hogwarts? His arms are as thick as my thighs! Merlin, I get so wet just thinking about him, so…I wondered if I could get him hard too."

A giggle came from the other girl before she said, "Yeah I get that way about Diggory sometimes but Gods, Romilda, you're such a slut!"

"I'd be a slut for him. Yeah, I don't wanna be his girlfriend but I'd do just about anything for him to take me back to those new quarters and shag me rotten."

"So make a move."

"Nah, he's got girls all over him, I hear even that Veela wants a piece. Besides, he's probably only gonna sleep with a girl he's in a relationship with, and that'll probably be Granger."

"Yeah, maybe. I'm gonna go check these out and we can head to Care of Magical Creatures yeah?"

"Yeah," replied Romilda.

"Back in a few."

'Holy shit,' Harry thought, rock hard, 'She just wants me to fuck her?'

He'd always avoided Romilda because she'd given off crazy obsession vibes, but she was as hot as she was crazy, with big doe eyes and a slim but feminine figure. Now though, if it was just sex, he was all in, but with what she said, if she was that desperate, he was definitely interested to see how far he could push her.

Realising that now was the moment to make his move, he quickly walked around the bookcase and stood right in front of her. Instantly, her big blue eyes widened in shock and an embarrassed blush filled her cheeks.

"Harry!' she said in her high lilting voice, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were -"

"Did you mean it?" Harry interrupted, his straight face not conveying any emotion apart from the smouldering look in his eyes.

"Wh-what?" Romilda spluttered.

"Did you mean it? What you just said to your friend. You would do 'anything'

Eyes still wide, her eyes darted all around her, till she found some sort of composure and replied in a half-whisper, "Yes."

If he was gonna do this, with the ideas zooming through his mind, he needed to make sure she meant it, and so he utilised the Silver Tongue.

"You should tell me what you meant by anything and how you want me to, as you put it, 'shag you rotten.'

She blushed hard at this, but did as she was asked and shakingly replied, "You're powerful, magically, and you're famous but that's not it. It's the fact that ever since you met the Goddess… it's how confident you are, domineering… it's your body, it's so fucking hot and… The 'anything' bit was part of it, I…I want you to order me about, dominate me, but you're a nice person so I know you wouldn't be mean about it…though I'd kinda want you to be."

The look she gave Harry now was one of complete vulnerability. It wasn't that she was scared of him but more that she realised that if she was ever going to get a chance, this would be it. In her mind she knew that Harry would never go for such a thing, but -"

"So if I said I would…take you back to my room and made you scream until you couldn't talk…" Harry said, pacing back and forth in front of her desk, talking quietly as if he was thinking aloud, "But I wanted you to do a few things for me first, say…ask you to give me your bra and your knickers.

"Do you really mean i-" she suddenly answered excitedly

"Romilda," he interrupted her forcefully, "Answer the question."

Shakily, Romilda swallowed and said, "I would…give them to you."

Harry sat down on the edge of the desk in front of her, and looking down at her, said "Do it."

"What? Here?!" she answered, looking around her.

"Yep," Harry said, leaning forward so his face was less than two feet from hers and gently reaching to cup her chin in his fingertips, "And you'd better do it quick unless you want your friend Emmy to see."

"Will you keep a lookout?" she asked nervously and Harry nodded. He didn't need to see anything just yet, not with what he had planned and so faithfully kept watch as he heard the sound of unzipping and unbuttoning of fabric.

"Here," Harry heard her whisper just over a minute later. He turned around to see her sitting back down at the table, blushing as she slid a set of racy red lingerie across the table. He swiped both sets quickly and dropped the knickers in his bag and then held the bra up to his chest, examining it.

"34C, very nice," Harry said quietly, "I have Care of Magical Creatures after you. Do you have far to go for your next class in the twenty-minute break after that?"

"No," Romilda said, feeling almost jittery, "Just Runes on the first floor."

"Good, meet me in the entrance hall in the broom closet near the portrait of the Fat Friar after your class then."

"Yeah okay," Romilda said with an excited smile.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't smile, instead, grabbed her long brown ponytail and jerked her head back before kissing her forcefully on the lips. Instantly, through his Siren powers he knew that today was gonna be a lot of fun. He bit her lip and pulled slightly away whispering in a vicious, low tone, "That's 'yes sir'"

Sucking her tender lip, she squirmed on her chair from the tingling warmth in her core, before shivering and saying, "Yes sir."

"Now, go to class," Harry ordered.

"But Emmy?" Romilda questioned.

"Will have to catch up with you, won't she?"

She swallowed, "Yes sir."

"Off you go."

A little while later, Harry was way down to the dungeons with Ron and Hermione, naturally joining with the other students in the Entrance Hall on the way to Snape's class, most of whom hadn't been for an early breakfast and had just come straight from the Great Hall. It was in the main corridor outside the potions class itself when Malfoy, walking alone behind them, took his regular potshot at him.

"It's so ridiculous that a mere half-blood is now the Prophet of Magic." he announced loudly, trying to make it look as if he was replying to someone he's just left in the Entrance Hall, "So what if Magic deemed him incredibly good, that doesn't mean he isn't also a dick."

"That's exactly what it means, moron," Hermione said airily and then smirked at him.

"Oh shut up, no one cares for your opinion, Mudblood," Draco snapped.

Harry seethed. He could easily take a jab from Malfoy and ignore it, but no one spoke to Hermione like that. His face of anger turned into a smirk as he had an idea.

Thanking Naga that none of the other Slytherins were present, with Silver Tongue he announced to Ron and Hermione, "It is incredibly important that you two should go on ahead to class and leave Draco and me alone to talk."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry excitedly wondering if Draco would soon receive words from the Goddess of Magic, but they hurried to do as he had ordered and left Draco standing, watching Harry warily, with half of his pale face illuminated by flickering torchlight.

"I meant what I said, Potter. You don't deserve to be the Prophet of Magic."

Harry wasted no time in arguing and instead, exacted his revenge for years of Malfoy being an utter dickhead.

"Draco Malfoy, you should, from now on until the end of the day, speak with exactly the same grammar as your old house elf, Dobby, what's more, for the foreseeable future, never say the word "Mudblood" again, and whenever you utter a single sentence to Professor Snape, you should address him as "Mummy." You should know that if you do not do this or if you tell anyone at all about this conversation you will create untold disgrace to the Malfoy household."

Draco blinked.

"You're right, Draco Malfoy should do what Mister Harry Potter sayses," the Malfoy scion said immediately, "Draco Malfoy would do anything to avoid disgrace to his house's name."

"Great," Harry said, giving Draco a jovial pat on the back, "Let's get to class."

Professor Snape was already scowling when he swooped into his dungeon classroom, his long, black cloak billowing behind him as it always did. It soon became obvious to Harry very quickly that Snape's solution to his orders to 'be impartial' was to avoid talking as much as possible. As such, upon entering, he waved his wand over the blackboard to reveal a recipe for the Calming Draught and in his characteristically low, measured tone, said "Complete the potion. You have two hours. Place your vials on the rack on my desk at the end of class. Begin.

Harry smirked at Hermione, who was sitting at his station next to him and she raised her eyebrows in surprise, clearly not thinking the potions master would be able to be impartial for more than a single lesson with Harry. Of course, Harry knew otherwise, but trying not to snigger, he worked quietly and diligently with Hermione to get started on their brew. It was only another twenty minutes before Harry's work first came into effect.

Draco cleared his throat and raised his hand. For a moment, Snape balefully glared at his godson, but thinking that at least he would have no chance of losing his temper here or needing to punish him, said "Yes, Mister Malfoy?"

"Mummy, Draco hasn't got any crocodile hearts left. Can Draco get somes from the stores?"

The class burst into bewildered giggles. Professor Snape did no such thing, and instead stared at Draco for a few moments before taking a big deep breath.

"Draco, why are you speaking like that?" he said calmly.

"Draco is just speakings like an heir of his station, Mummy Snape, sir," Draco replied, completely unfazed. The class erupted into laughter again, to which Snape was delighted to get out his frustration and barked "Silence!" before his nostrils flared, pleased at least for now that his class had followed his orders. Thinking his godson might've been subjected to a number of potions, he ordered Draco to approach him, then to swallow a bezoar, followed by two other potions he had on hand but clearly, Malfoy's next words proved that unfortunately for him, it hadn't worked.

"Mummy Sir, why are you feeding Draco all of these potionses? Draco hasn't been poisoned. Draco just knows he has to speak to you properly and that it is important that I call you Mummy."

Instantly, Snape's head shot around and glared at Harry, immediately having worked it out, or so he thought. After two days of suffering an uncanny change in his own mindset immediately after one of Harry's announcements, he knew that his nemesis' vile offspring had done this. He smiled grimly, all he needed to do was prove it. Impartial or not, he would get Potter for this.

"Anyone in this class, speak if you saw Harry and Draco talking at any point in the last three days?"

The room was completely silent.

"No one?"

Still, silence.

Snape sighed, "Very well. Mister Goyle, please escort Mister Malfoy to the hospital wing.

"But Mummy Snape, sir, Draco has nothing wrong with him, Draco doesn't understand."

Snape tried very hard to twist his face into a kind expression, which came out looking rather frightening.

"I understand, Draco, so please go with Mister Goyle," Snape said, trying to stay calm.

"Er…okay Mummy," Draco replied, and with a confused look at the still laughing throng, left the room.

"Mister Potter," Snape then said in a low, trembling voice, trying very hard to ensure his words were fair and impartial, "If I find out that this was anything to do with you, I will be reporting you to Professor Dumbledore."

"You should know I have no idea what you're talking about, Professor. It wasn't me. I think that was just as weird as you do."

Instantly, Snape's glare disappeared as the Silver Tongue once again took hold.

The group continued to quietly and diligently work on their potions as Snape's mind raced for another theory as to what had happened. Potter had said that it wasn't him, so how could it be? That was suspicious though. Why did he believe him? He didn't understand. Hadn't he known that Potter had done it after how he'd changed after one of the Goddess announcements? Maybe that was a one-off, probably just the power of the Goddess that Dumbledore had told him about. It mustn't have been Potter, it must've been something else, yes, that would be it, he just needed to be less suspicious and more impartial, for the Goddess.

Harry had to clench his fists hard under the desk and dig his fingernails into his palm to stop himself from laughing. Eventually, he was able to calm himself and worked on the draught with Hermione.

Now, he needed to prove to her again that he was interested. Wanting to make sure he had the opportunity to use his powers by touching her, he tore off a small strip of parchment and wrote the words 'You look really pretty today, Harry x', before folding it up carefully. Then waiting til she reached out for the jar of peppermint leaves in front of her, he darted his hand out to grab it first, wrapping the parchment around the jar and smiling as he relinquished the jar. Hermione looked at him questioningly, crushed and added the peppermint leaves as the recipe instructed before unfolding the note. Harry's heart sung at the smile on her face, but did nothing, instead, wiping his chopping board for the next ingredient before -:

"Pansy, stop!" Ron shouted from his desk over to Seamus who jumped.

"What?!" Pansy said, looking bewildered.

"Yes, Mister Weasley," said Snape with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk, "What."

Ron steeled himself for an oncoming onslaught, but responded, "Pansy was about to pour in her Glumbumble fluid without using a pipette, Professor."

"I see," Snape said quietly, clearly disappointed he would have to be impartial here, "And why is that a problem?"

Defiantly, Ron said, "The recipe said no more than precisely four droplets and in my further reading before class I found out that the Glumbumble fluid is the catalyst, Professor, There would've been a violent reaction if she'd just put the whole thing in."

"I…" Snape said, his nose twitching awkwardly, "You're right, Mister Weasley. That will be ten points to Gryffindor."

The room went silent in shock. Ron had never received points in Snape's class, in fact, none of them could remember a time a Gryffindor had. Snape looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, and then with his hand planted in his hand, the potions master continued.

"And..it's ten points from Slytherin for failing to read instructions and needing a Gryffindor to stop a safety hazard, Miss Parkinson."

Whispering erupted around them.

"Silence." Snape barked, nostrils flaring in fury, daring them to speak another word. Why had everything all changed?