Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can't control what they do and do not hear. But it's not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

Chapter 9: Sneaky Spy

A/N: For more stories like this and to get early access to future chapters, exclusive works, and other additional goodies, please visit the link on my profile.

'I just want to say that this an absolutely terrible plan.' Hermione's voice filtered in through her head.

'Oh so little faith 'Mione! I promise you this is an incredible plan.'

She could practically feel the bushy haired girl's eye roll. Daphne smirked as she started preparing another small rebuke to push the other girl's buttons. Yet before she could the voice of their messy haired lover interrupted their banter.

'As much as I love messing with Hermione as well, I do have to agree with her. Is this really our only option?'

This time it was Daphne's turn to roll her eyes.

'Unless you two would like to kidnap and torture the information out of the man then yes. Look, Karakoff knows me. My family spent a lot of time over the years in the same social circles as him. While no that doesn't mean he trusts me, it should be enough to spin a believable tale about backstabbing you two and getting him to spill just enough.'

She could still feel their apprehension and it caused her to sigh. 'We need to know who the spy is. Karkaroff is our only lead and if he is the one, then this is the only way to prove it that won't end up alerting You-Know-Who that we're on to him.'

Grudgingly Hermione seemed to relent though Harry was still not convinced.

'Still I don't like you having to deal with him alone.' Her boyfriend grumbled.

'I'm not alone though am I?' She responded. Glancing around the hall she was walking down and seeing no one, the blonde stopped in her tracks and pushed her bum back into the invisible groin of her lover. The quiet grunt she received in reply had her giggling.

'I've got my big bad dragon slayer here backing me up.'

She began walking once more. Through their connection she could feel Harry hesitate momentarily before following behind her under his invisibility cloak.

'Minx' his voice growled back.

'Yes, yes she's a sexy witch now will you two please focus?!' Hermione piped up, sounding quite out of breath.

Daphne smiled internally, she could fight it as much as she liked but the bookworm was just as much of a horny slut as she was.

While she loved how much they had grown closer since she performed the ritual with the two the day after the Yule Ball. One thing she guiltily loved more than that was how easy to rile the other witch up. It was only too easy to send over perverted fantasies and lewd comments every minute of the day. Harry was only too happy to help as well. He too loved making the bookworm extremely flustered.

Even when Hermione brought up her Occlumency shields, Daphne was still able to goad her by slamming intense feelings of lust against the mental walls.

Her mental recollection was broken by Hermione's voice in her head once more.

'Karkaroff is there just like you said.' she muttered, referring to the empty classroom at the end of the hall. She was watching Harry's, in all honesty truly fascinating, map for the Durmstrang headmaster and any other individuals that might interrupt.

'Okay, we'll make our way in now.' Harry replied.

'Susan says remember to only activate the orb when you get him talking. It can only record up to a minute of footage and we don't want to waste it.'

The orb she referred to was safely snug in Harry's hands. It was an undetectable recording device that apparently the aurors were testing out with the Department of Mysteries. Susan had managed to convince her aunt to send one to her. Thankfully the woman only asked a handful of questions that Susan was able to deflect.

They planned on bringing the woman in for legal help but only when they had concrete proof. Harry didn't believe she could help at all but Daphne believed that was more his trust issues with adults talking. Susan assured them all that Amelia Bones would do everything she could to help once she knew of the danger, it was only a matter of gathering proof of it.

As they reached the door, Daphne took a breath before knocking thrice. A heartbeat passed before with a click the door was pulled open slowly. The sneering visage of Igor Karkaroff stood before her. His face twisted up into a cruel smile at the sight of her, yellowed and crooked teeth glaring ugily at her. Daphne internally shivered when she saw his beady black eyes blatantly rove over her body.

"Please come in Miss Greengrass." He drawled in his accented voice. Swinging the door open widely he stepped back and gestured for her to enter. She slowly stepped into the room, ensuring that she could feel the slight heat of Harry's body a step behind her.

'I'm right here love' His voice filtered in her head. She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder quickly, the action reassuring her greatly.

Before in the hall she had been so confident of her plan. Yet now as she was finally in his presence, her body was awash with nerves. She knew that with Harry next to her and her own prowess with a wand, they could more than handle the man if he tried anything. But still, the man's presence pierced her with unease.

She steeled her nerves. The Ice Queen of Slytherin was no coward. If Harry could face down a fire breathing monstrosity then she could confront a two-bit dark wizard with horrible dental hygiene. With a breath she began.

"Thank you for meeting me headmaster." She said with a slight bow of her head. "I'm sure you're wondering why I requested this private discussion."

"Indeed I am Miss Greengrass. Though your father and I have had a handful of dealings in the past, I did not consider myself lucky enough to have earned the company of his lovely daughter."

The same disgusting smirk sat atop his face and Daphne had to stop herself from grimacing.

"Unfortunately headmaster I did not request your presence on behalf of my father. I wished to speak to you about the tournament itself and… more discreet matters." She internally scoffed at his thought process. His 'dealings' with her father only extended to the small discount he received from the family apothecaries due to his status as the headmaster of Durmstrang. It would be the same deal given to any in the same position.

Karkaroff raised his eyebrow at her words. "Oh? And why would I wish to speak of such things? If you think I will be compelled to help out the idiot boy you have decided to unwisely grace with your company then you are sorely mistaken."

He was defensive about the tournament. Good. Defensive also means desperate. Any sign of something he can use to better Krum's position he would jump at the chance. No doubt the man was already trying every underhanded and backstabbing tactic he could that wouldn't strip either him or his champion of magic. If she could prove to be on Krum's side, on his side, then the man may feel lax enough to spill the info they needed.

"You're mistaken headmaster. Potter is a means to an end, nothing more. Even with Granger in his bed, he is like any other schoolboy. Flash a pretty smile and they'll hand over anything you wish."

Karkaroff nodded slowly, his eyes squinting in suspicion.

"And what end is he a means to exactly?"

He was guarded, but curious. Good. She could work with curious.

"I feel we both know which end it is headmaster. Despite his inexperience, Potter is powerful." She saw the man about to retort so she quickly continued. "I am not praising him, merely stating an observation. His power could end up being a threat to the… right people… if properly elevated."

The Bulgarian headmaster hummed thoughtfully. "And has it?"

"Hardly. He is an unsharpened sword, blunt but can still pierce with enough force."

'I don't hear you complaining when I pierce you with my sword.' Harry's voice filtered in. She beat his thought back with a mental slap. Only he would come up with an innuendo in a moment like this. God she loved him.

"I see. I do not understand why you bring this to me though? Any unruly power the boy may have, Victor is more than capable of handling. I ensure you that Potter holds not even a candle to my pupils prowess."

Daphne nodded, "Of course headmaster. Your champion's capabilities will surely see him claim the grand prize."

"Oh? No faith in your school's own champion?" He asked with a frown.

'He's suspicious. Flattery may work on him sometimes, but he's not an idiot. Pull it back.' Hermione hissed in her mind.

She fought down the slight panic at the truth of Hermione's words and continued on.

With an exaggerated sigh she spoke. "Headmaster forgive me but I must be honest. I care not for this silly tournament. Let Victor Krum take the glory, I care not. We both know that soon enough, school yard competitions will hardly matter."

"Speak plainly girl!" Karkaroff growled out, "If you did not come to me to aide my champion then why did you?"

"I speak of the old allegiances headmaster. The ones that will soon be brought back under our lord."

Daphne expected anger. Expected denial. She expected a lot. But what she did not expect was fear. The goateed man stepped back as if he was struck. An urgency filled him as his eyes grew wide and breath ragged.

"What did you say?! What did you hear?!"

He stomped towards her in a panic. Daphne jumped back slightly in fear yet she had enough presence of mind to call off Harry who had been a hairs-breath away from stunning the man.

"Did your father tell you something? About the Dark Lord's return? No, no. Your father was too stubborn in his ways of neutrality during the last war, he would know nothing. What do you know?"

"Nothing headmaster! I just have heard the whispers. That's why I came to you. I knew you would be able to confirm them for me and maybe even pass along my work to the Dark Lord?"

A sharp brittle laugh echoed out from the man's lips.

"Foolish girl! You think you'll be rewarded by him? Know this. You better pray as I do that he does not return. You will know nothing but pain if you do so. He cares not for loyalty, only subservience. Spread your legs for Potter's secrets all you like but no matter what you find the Dark Lord would never reward such a stupid girl like yourself with power. He wants it for himself and damn everyone else."

"You do not agree with him then?" She asked quickly.

"About the mudblood plague? Of course I do! If the Dark Lord ever did something right it was exterminating as many of the vermin as he could. I too reveled in torturing and slaying as many as I could in his name. Yet it was always in his name. Do you have any idea what it's like to pledge yourself entirely to someone who could take your very like if the mood strikes him? Of course you don't you stupid girl! It is a noose around your neck that threatens to tighten everyday!"

"B-but the whispers!"

"I have heard very well of the whispers you mean." He ground through clenched teeth. She caught sight of his right hand twitching towards his left arm. His dark mark she assumed. "The whispers of a rat sneaking around Albania. You better hope they are just whispers girl. If they are not then I only offer one piece of advice. Run. Run far away and hide. I will surely do the same."

Without glancing back to her he swung open the door and stomped out. The wooden door slammed closed with a 'Bang!' and the room fell silent.

A breath of silence passed before suddenly the air beside her shimmered as Harry came into view once more.

"Well I think we can certainly rule that coward out as the spy."

Daphne nodded, taking a shaky breath. In truth she was moments away from cursing the sod if he had grown any more angered.

"Cowards can still be dangerous. We should keep an eye on him." She said with a slight tremble.

"Are you okay love?" Harry whispered into her ear, his hands rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly. The blonde leaned into him, the nerves leaving her body with every breath.

"Yes. That was just a little more intense than I expected."

"Well thankfully you won't have to perform anymore spy-work for the foreseeable future. C'mon let's get out of here." He said placing a kiss on her head. 'Hermione, are we good to leave?'

'No one in the hall or stairs at the moment. Did you get anything with the recording?' Hermione's voice filtered in.

'Yeah, though what good it will do us with Susan's aunt I don't know.'

'Well something is better than nothing. Come on up, we're waiting for you both. And Daphne? Great job, I'm proud of you.'

Daphne blushed at the compliment, Harry's chuckle at her red face causing it to deepen. They walked from the room hand in hand as they made their way up to the 7th floor.

Three days passed before Susan's aunt could make time to meet them. Harry had been adamant that they shouldn't even bother. In his eyes their evidence was paltry at best and he fully expected the Bones matron to laugh them out the building.

Hermione convinced him to at least let her hear them out. Even the tiniest bit of help would be better than nothing and they've worked with worse odds before.

So it was with a nervous tension that the group entered the Three Broomsticks. It was a Hogsmeade weekend so the sight of a group of students entering the pub was not out of place. Pushing past the crowd, Susan led them up to the counter where Rosmerta worked diligently to fill orders.

The pub owner spotted them after a moment as she filled to pints. "Oh Susan! Your aunt is waiting for you just up the stairs. Room number three dear!" Without even waiting for a response the matron rushed away to tend to more customers.

They ascended the stairs and made their way to the door mentioned. Susan looked back at the group and breathed out. "Just remember, she can be a bit intense but any questioning or doubting isn't her being malicious. She simply wants to know all the angles. Part of her job."

At their nod, Susan turned back and rapped her knuckles against the door.

A firm "Enter!" sounded out from behind the wood and Susan idle gently opened the door.

Upon entering they were greeted by the sight of a tall woman in a pressed set of professional maroon robes. The woman's auburn hair was tied up in a neat bun and her eyes surveyed each of them with a calculative look as they entered.

"Miss Greengrass, Miss Granger, Mr. Potter." She acknowledged each of them once the door closed. "A pleasure."

The woman turned and looked at Susan with a piercing gaze. Harry thought she may regard her niece in the same flat way she had them but soon the woman's face morphed into a loving grin before she opened her arms wide for the red head.

"It's so good to see you my sweet girl." Amelia said quietly as she wrapped her arms around her niece. "I know from your letters that your grades have been splendid, but how are you? Eating enough? Anyone causing you trouble?" Harry didn't miss the way her eyes snapped to him momentarily at that last part and he bristled internally at the woman's implications.

"'m fine auntie." Susan murmured. "Thank you for coming, I know you've been busy."

Amelia let out a short huff of laughter as she released her niece. "You have no idea. This bloody tournament has caused all sorts of issues. To make it worse Fudge wants all attention on it and is halting any auror investigations and training in favor of guarding the bloody events."

The woman let out a sigh before turning to the group as a whole.

"But you did not ask for this meeting to hear me complain. Before we begin I believe I am owed an explanation."

"Of course auntie! You see-"

"Not from you Susan." Amelia interrupted firmly. "From Mr. Potter."

The older witch turned her gaze to Harry's. Her grey eyes bore into his own yet he held her gaze. He didn't care who she was or how much sway she held, he would not be cowed by someone who didn't even know him.

"I understand that you have found yourself way in over your head with this tournament. Yet that does not give you leave to use my niece to try and up your standing in this ridiculous event. It is your fault you are in this mess not hers and I will-"

"Are you finished?!" Harry finally shouted. The glare he received in return was deathly but the woman remained silence.

"I don't know what notions you have about me Madame Bones but I can tell you now they're all wrong. Susan chose to help me of her own free will. I didn't goad her into anything! I certainly didn't use her!" He shouted. Blood boiled hot in his veins and it was only Hermione's hand grasping hard into his shoulder that stopped him from jumping to his feet.

"Did you not? Then how do you explain my niece's sudden need for an experimental recording device? Or the fact that shortly after I give her such a device she suddenly requests a meeting with me and the three of you?"

"Because we thought you could help!" Harry exclaimed.

"With what? Because no matter what you recorded I will not help you discredit your fellow competitor's simply to gain an upper hand in this tournament!"

"Aunt Amelia!" Susan cried.

"No Susan! I will not stand for it! I did not come here to entertain the power fantasies of some boy. I came here to set things straight and hopefully talk some sense into you!"

Daphne was the next to speak up, "Madame Bones perhaps if you would just let us explain!"

"Don't you get me started Miss Greengrass! Just wait until I inform your father of your involvement in this farce. Come Susan, we're-"

"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!" Susan screamed.

Madame Bones flinched as if she'd been struck. "Susan-"

"No Aunt Amelia! You have always taught me to treat others with an open mind! To never judge or make assumptions of another yet here you are doing the very same! And you won't even be quiet for five minutes to let them explain anything!"

Susan's breathing came out in heavy rasps, her own grey eyes alight with fury as she stared down her aunt. Taking time to settle her breath she regarded her aunt once more.

"If you would have let him or any of us speak we would have told you that Harry did not enter his name into this tournament. I know he didn't. I believe him and so will you." Susan said with finality.

Amelia stared back at her niece and Susan feared her aunt would go right back to throwing around accusations. But the woman just remained silent. The red head girl felt her frustration rise once more and with a turn of her head she addressed the others.

"C'mon, Harry was right this was a waste of time."

"Susan wait!" Amelia exclaimed. The Hufflepuff stopped in her tracks and turned to regard the older woman. With a sigh Amelia gestured for them all to sit.

"You're right. I did not give any of you the chance to defend yourselves. Especially you Mr. Potter and I apologize for that." She nodded to Harry, "Please, tell me what happened."

Harry looked at the others. Getting a nod from each of the girls he began.

"I didn't enter my name. I don't know who did or why but I can only guess it wasn't for very good reasons. This tournament has a long history of death and misery and I for one want no part in it but that choice was taken from me. So here I am trying my very best."

Amelia stared at him, searching his eyes for something before she nodded. "Okay, I believe you. Go on."

Harry sighed. "Look I understand your point of view. I do. Susan is your family and when you see some kid with a track record suddenly start hanging around her you freak. But I care for Susan. We are not close because I can get something from her, but because we enjoy each other's company. We value each other."

The Bones matron eyes narrowed at his words but said nothing, simply nodding along.

"We all care for Susan." Hermione piped up. "And we would do anything for her."

Daphne said as much herself next and the older witch seemed appeased somewhat at that.

"Now what about the recording orb?" Amelia questioned.

"That's where it gets complicated." Harry said. He gave Hermione a look which cause the bushy haired girl to reach into her bag and pull out said device.

"We have a lot to tell you Madame Bones." Daphne said.

In the end, it took over three hours to explain everything to the DMLE director and have her believe them at least somewhat. While the recording they showed her proved nothing, it did give credence to their claim of Voldemort still being alive. Harry and Hermione's own account of the last three years helped as well.

In the end the woman had left with a promise to look into things. Especially Karkaroff's comment about "the rat". They didn't tell her about Sirius or his lack of trial but Harry made damn well sure she at least had enough clues on where to look for more answers.

"Well that went better than I expected." Daphne sighed as they started their carriage ride back to the castle. Hermione raised her brow at the girl's words.

"That was better?"

"Well yeah. To be honest I fully expected the woman to throw us out on our arse. Susan excluded of course." Daphne said offhandedly.

Susan sputtered beside her. "She would not- Aunt Amelia is-"

"Susan I love you but Daph is right. If you hadn't stepped in she very well may have thrown us out." Harry. said with small laugh.

"Ooo yeah that was kickass Bones!" Daphne exclaimed. "You practically chewed your aunt a new one!"

Susan blushed at the praise but still managed a small smile.

They exited the carriage and trudged back up to the castle.

"Ugh who knew spending all day sitting and talking could be so exhausting." Daphne groaned. "I need to go. Me and Tracey are supposed to work on a charms project tonight."

"Me as well." Hermione said, "I have a tutoring session with Ginny and Demelza."

They exchanged goodbyes and the two girls left leaving Harry and Susan.

"I guess I'll go too I-"

Susan was cut off with Harry's lips upon hers. The red head squeaked in surprise but soon leaned into the kiss. Her lips melded against his and she hummed appreciatively at the feeling. Harry pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue pushed past her lips. His hands held firmly onto the supple flesh of her ass as his tongue fought hers for dominance.

Their kiss broke with a gasp from Susan. She could feel his length hardening as it pressed into her thigh.

"Bed?" Harry said.

"Bed." Susan responded firmly.

Their journey was filled with various gropes and passionate kisses pushed up against the stone walls. They had meant to make their way up to the 7th floor for the Room but one such kiss against a broom cupboard door ended that.

It was Susan who opened up the door and pulled him in. Harry, though, was the one to turn her around and push her against the wall, pulling her skirt up over her ass in the process.

His fingers brushed against her already moistened slit and the red head moaned loudly.

"Fuck so wet already and I've barely touched you." Harry whispered into her ear, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of her neck.

"T-then what are you waiting for?" Susan gasped back.

Instead of answering, Harry pulled her panties aside and plunged his cock between her folds. A long groan left the red heads lips as Harry hilted inside of her. His own mouth letting out a hiss at the feeling of her burning hot walls squeezing him in such an amazing way.

"F-fuck me!" Susan cried.

Harry gave into her request, grasping her wide hips tightly and beginning to plunge into her with hard deep thrusts. The slap of his hips meeting her plump ass filled the room. Harry was captivated by the sight of her pale cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. Her pussy squelched with the noises of his invading cock. Harry thought in the back of his mind that it was a strange noise to love but dear good did it turn him on. Just the thought that it was him who drove those wonderful noises from her wet cunt caused him to hammer his cock in harder all the more.

Susan was a mess of moans and whimpers. Her only conceivable thought was just to hold onto the wall from dear life as she knew without a doubt her shaking legs could not hold her. Harry's cock split her apart in so many lovely ways that her nerves could barely keep up with shockwaves of pleasure. Already it was mounting to a dense ball of heat in her core, rapidly growing closer to unwinding.

A loud cry exploded from her mouth after a particularly hard thrust finally released that hot ball. Her pussy clenched like a vice around him. Harry grunted at the pressure, the clamping of her slick walls almost sending him over the edge as well. Susan's moans turned to soft mewls as her orgasm ebbed away and droplets of her slick cum dripped onto the stone floor below.

Harry slowed his thrusts but never stopped. His cock pushed into her with a patient pace, revealing in the feeling of her fluttering walls.

"Merlin Susie you're so tight!" He exclaimed.

Susan grunted in response, "Mi-might just b-be your giant c-cock!" She cried.

Harry chuckled, bringing his hand down firmly upon one of her creamy globes. A small "Hng!" left the girl's mouth at the slap. The increasing thrusts of Harry's hips silencing her cry.

The messy haired wizards hand raised up and grasped a handful of her deep red hair. He tugged hard on the strands of silky thread, pulling deeply with every thrust. Susan was once more a puddle of grunts and whorish moans. Her giant tits were smashed up against the hard stone wall as her back bent with every hard pound of his cock.

Harry was an animal with his thrusts, each one smacking hard against her flesh. She knew not how long it went on for just that her pussy clenched and spasmed wildly with each and every climax that ripped through her. Her thighs were soaked with her juices, strings of the arousal pooling between their feet as Harry's balls slapped wildly against her clit.

Her lovers own grunts grew louder. His thrusts grew deeper and erratic and she knew he was close too. A thought ran through her mind. A fantasy she had envisioned many times.

"C-cum out-outside!"

"W-what?" Harry moaned into her ear. His breaths were ragged and Susan could tell he was barely hanging on. With as much strength as she could muster she pushed him off her. Dropping to her knees as quick as she could, she shakily turned and grasped his slick cock. Her hands worked frantically and she was rewarded moments later with a loud groan. Spurts after spurts of his thick white cum rained down onto her face.

The hot sticky substance painted her porcelain skin. Some of the creamy substance landed upon her lips and she didn't hesitate to gather the white liquid with her tongue.

Harry sighed as his own orgasm finally subsided. Staring down in wonderment, he took in the sight of his busty red head lover covered in his cum. It was quite possibly the greatest sight he's ever seen.

'Fucking ditto!' Daphne's voice shouted in his mind. 'Bloody hell I want to see you do that to Hermione next!'

'He will not!' The other girl shouted. 'Do you have any idea how hard it is to get cum out of your hair?'

Harry could only breathe out a laugh at their exchange as he watched Susan below him lick the cum from her lips.

Author's Note

Plot galore this go around! Next chapter should be up soon.

Thanks for reading!