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Yet Another Hermione forms Harry's Harem idea

"Harry," Hermione screamed in excitement as she burst into the common room. "You'll never guess what I just learned."

"What is it Hermione?" Harry replied mildly.

"I think I've figured out where Voldemort gets all his power," Hermione replied. "I was just reading this book on foreign forms of magic and they mentioned a magical technique that allows a wizard to draw magic from his followers."

"So what?" Ron asked.

"Don't you see? That's why Voldemort is so powerful," Hermione explained. "He's linked to so many people in the form of a Dark Mark. If you take advantage of this magical technique I found then I believe that you'll be able to tap more power from your . . . uh . . . followers due to the nature of the bond."

"Go on."

"I'd like to do a bit more research before I say more about it," Hermione said with a blush. "But I want you to promise that you'll at least consider it if I'm right . . . ok Harry?"

"Sure Hermione," Harry agreed. "I promise."

"Thanks Harry." She threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be in the library if you need me."

"She's gone batty again mate," Ron said with a laugh as their friend left the room.

"She wouldn't be Hermione if she didn't every now and again."

"True . . . care for another game of chess?"

"Sure, but I'm calling in backup," Harry replied, as Hedwig flew in and landed on his shoulder.

Ron laughed, "Do you really think she'll help?"

Harry shrugged, "Couldn't hurt."

Hedwig nipped his ear lightly to remind him that he shouldn't shrug when she was balanced on his shoulder.

Hermione returned a few hours later, breathless and sporting a light blush.

"Hey Hermione," Ron said absently. "Checkmate."

"Damn," Harry moaned. "Well at least I lasted longer with her help. What's up Hermione, you find anything?"

"I hate to ask," Hermione began nervously.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Well . . . I've exhausted the school library, I'm going to need to order some more books if I'm going to be able to do anymore research."

"You really think this is important?"

"Yes Harry," Hermione agreed. "I really do. Otherwise I'd never even think of asking you to . . ."

"Stop," Harry said with a smile. "See if they can take it from my vaults and promise that I can sleep on your floor for a few weeks after we graduate if you drain my account. Use Hedwig if you want, she's been idle for too long and it's be good for her to stretch her wings a bit."

Hedwig hooted in agreement, not having enjoyed getting beaten in chess, as she really didn't like the 'no threatening the pieces rule' that she felt had cheated her out of victory.

"I promise Harry," Hermione agreed quickly. "And if this works you won't be sleeping on my floor or couch . . . unless you do something stupid."

"Ron?" Harry asked after their friend was gone.

"Got me mate," Ron said with a matching look of confusion. "Nother game of chess?"

"Loosing five times in a row is my limit," Harry replied.

"Six might be your lucky number?"

"No."

"Wanna play something else then?" Ron asked. He scratched his chin trying to think of a game that gave Harry no chance of winning. "How bout . . . Squakmark?"

"What in the hell is Squakmark?" Harry demanded. "Is it a wizard game?"

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "a wizard game. It's just like chess except . . . uh . . . black gets the first move."

"Not a chance."

"Checkers then?"

"Set up the board."

"We'll use the chess set. Half the fun is watching the pawns try to jump the queen when the knights are nearby."

Several games later, Hermione wandered back with a pensive look on her face. "What is it Hermione?"

"Ok," Hermione began. "I've determined that the Dark Mark is dark magic, hence the name."

"So that avenue of research is closed then?"

"No, I expected to find that. I did however find another way," Hermione babbled. "My earlier research seemed to suggest this and it also makes me wonder if Voldemort's Dark Mark is granted in a similar ceremony. If so then that opens up all sorts of disturbing images that I suppose can be used as propaganda. No, my most recent research has confirmed what I first suspected."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"And remember Harry," Hermione said firmly. "You promised to consider it."

"I know."

"That said, I'm afraid I need to borrow a few more Galleons."

"More books?"

"Something to translate some of the spell books I got," Hermione explained. "I didn't know that they'd come in languages besides English. I suppose I could ask Padma and Parvati to help me with the books in Hindi, but that's only one of the languages. I might be able to find someone else to help me with the Chinese. But I doubt for instance, that I'll be able to find anyone that speaks Arabic, Farsi, Japanese, or Turkish."

"Go ahead," Harry agreed. "I told Gringotts to give you access, just don't abuse it."

"I won't Harry," Hermione said in excitement. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks."

"Wanna go find something to eat?" Ron asked.

"Sure," Harry agreed, "bet the house elves would make us something if we asked nicely."

"Bet I could eat my own body weight in cake," Ron mused.

"You're on," Harry agreed. He held out his hand. "Looser has to wear a pink dress to class for a week?"

"Deal." They shook hands and went down to stuff themselves silly. On their way back from the kitchen to find a dress, they ran into Hermione again.

"Have you figured anything else out?" Harry asked with a fairly good facsimile of interest.

"Yeah," Hermione said with a blush. She seemed to be avoiding his eye. "I found that the ceremony I found was the only way of . . . doing something similar to the Dark Mark without using dark magic."

"Well . . . we expected as much."

"Yeah," Hermione agreed. "Um . . . can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"Would you do something you'd rather not do if you knew it would defeat Voldemort?"

"Yeah why?"

"Well . . . would you try something you didn't think you were ready to try to beat him?"

"What's this all about?"

"I'll tell you later," Hermione said in a low voice. "Well?"

"Yes."

"Um . . . last question, would you share something that you'd normally want to keep to yourself if it meant you could help a friend with something important?"

"Hermione, anything you need to use of mine, I would gladly drop in your lap at a moment's notice, if it'd help you with your project."

"Thank you Harry," Hermione stammered, blushing heavily.

"Mental," Ron whispered as Hermione wandered off.

"Getting worse anyway," Harry agreed. "Maybe we should take her to Madame Pomfrey, she's acting a lot more affectionate and shy then she usually does."

"Already talked to her mate, she told me all girls get like that around this age. Mentioned that Hermione was a bit of a late bloomer."

"Huh . . . well, I guess if it's normal." A smile formed on Harry's face. "Now let's go get you that dress."

"Still don't think it was fair to do the weigh in after I ate all that cake," Ron moaned.

"Had to do it after," Harry replied, "we forgot to do it before." And it guaranteed my win, he added mentally.

"Whatever," Ron growled, "but no lace."

"But lace completes the whole ensemble," Harry protested.

"We never said anything about lace," Ron said quickly.

"What if we make it purple?" Harry grinned, he knew the best they'd be able to get away with would be a tartan kilt, thanks to McGonagall, being on the staff, so without the lace it wouldn't really be embarrassing at all.

"Well . . . maybe if it's purple . . ."

IIIIIIIIII

"Ok," Hermione said loudly. "I suppose that you're all wondering why I asked you here?"

"Bloody right we are Granger."

"Before I begin, has everyone signed the contract?" They muttered in agreement. "Good, not that it matters. I charmed the door so everyone that comes through it falls under the same sorts of spells . . . now, I presume that no one here wants Voldemort to take power?"

"What's this about Granger?" Daphne demanded.

"It all started when I started doing research on the Dark Mark . . ." Jaws dropped as they all listened to Hermione's lecture.

Hermione quickly summed up her findings and moved on to part of the conversation where she tried to convince everyone to do things her way.

"And look at it this way," Hermione continued. "The ratio of wizards to witches is strongly in their favor. Several of us will end up with either older wizards, alone, or with people like Draco unless we agree to share. Now I've done some research and I believe it's because Death Eaters liked to target families with sons and I think it was because they were trying to extinguish family lines, there are even a few cases where girl children were spared so I . . ."

"That isn't exactly what happened Granger," Daphne interrupted. "There was some of that of course, but what your books failed to mention was that there were very few . . . male infants found after attacks. Boys are valuable, girls less so. Mum reckons that there were even a few attacks carried out with the sole purpose of kidnapping male infants for the market."

"That's why there are so many male Slytherins?"

"One of the reasons," Daphne agreed. "Another would be because the other side didn't wipe out families. I'd guess the fact that there are more witches would be because if the heir doesn't show signs of strong magic then . . . well, he tends to disappear. Daughters aren't so important . . . at least not among the families."

"Oh," Hermione said in a very small voice.

AN: I saw a challenge based on this idea several years ago. Don't remember who made it or where I saw it but the gist of it was that Hermione learns about sex magic and multiple wives can be used to boost power. Figured that I may as well write a bit of it while I'm on this odd harem kick. Got the idea for a few parts of this from one of Perfect Lionheart's fics, you can find a link to his profile in mine. A bit of polish was provided by dogbertcarroll.

Omake:

"What do you mean you don't want to be a Death Eater anymore?" Draco growled.

"Let's just say that I learned a few things about the ceremony to receive one's dark mark," the fifth year Ravenclaw replied dryly. "And I have several problems with it."

"What problems?" Draco growled. "Father hasn't told me much, just that it hurts a little at first and then it starts to feel good."

"Always figured you for that sort Malfoy," the other student said with a nod. "Guess this is goodbye then . . . say, you wouldn't mind if I asked Pansy out would you?"

"What?" Draco growled. "But . . . but she's my girlfriend."

"Yeah, but it's not like you're using her as anything but cover is it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Draco growled. The other student explained and Draco turned several shades paler then his usual cream colored complexion. That night, he gathered up his writing supplies and drafted a letter to his father. "Dear father, I learned several things today. Among them was why there are so few female Death Eaters and that I no longer wish to join the Dark Lord's service . . . or is that service the Dark Lord? No matter," he spoke as he wrote. "I don't suppose it matters. Your son, Draco."

Omake by: greywolfb

"Ok so what do we call ourselves?" Hanna asks the gathered witches.

"Well how about Potters United Siren Sisterhood in Yearning." Their bushy haired leader responds.

"I'm sorry Hermione but that acronym is already trade marked." Luna replies while thinking of Harry's reaction to her Puddlemere bikini stuffed in her trunk.

"Ok how about Vivacious Agents Granting Imaginative Noteworthy Augmentations?" Hermione tries once more.

Susan stares at the smartest witch in their generation and says "I move that Hermione isn't allowed to name ANYTHING ever again."