"You're getting better at this," Luna remarked as she sent another couple of stinging hexes his way.
"So are you," Harry replied as he jumped over one and redirected the other back at her.
Luna cried out and dove to the side, narrowly avoiding her own spell. She was panting as she got back up, and Harry realized, to his shock, that he wasn't. Sparing with Luna wasn't quite as intensive as sparing with Rias or Akeno was, if one could even call the kind of training they did sparing, but he still wouldn't have had nearly this much energy left after dodging spells for as long as he had been here when he first started.
"Take a break; you're starting to look fatigued," Harry said, and Luna smiled as she relaxed. "Could you summon some training dummies for me?"
"Of course," Luna said, willing the room to create some rather durable targets as she sat down in the chair she had it make for her.
Harry turned to the training dummies and began unleashing every offensive spell he'd learned over the last few days. His repertoire was still somewhat lacking, but cutting curses, bludgeoning hexes, and fire spells flew from his wand with greater power and precision than they ever had before. Rias had decided that he'd spent enough time focusing purely on dodging a few days ago and had him start working on refining his offensive capabilities as well.
"Incendio!" he roared, unleashing flames that engulfed one of the last unharmed dummies, burning it to a crisp.
"Very nice," Luna commented.
Harry turned to her and saw her drinking a glass of water. She stood up as he looked at her, and though her breathing had returned to normal, he could tell just by looking at her that she had probably had enough.
"I think we can call that a day," he said.
"Okay," Luna accepted simply. "Do you and Rias, or Akeno, usually bathe after training, or do you just skip right to sex?"
"I…" Harry stuttered, "we usually bathe. Could you get the room to make some showers for us?"
"Actually, I wanted to try something that Akeno mentioned," Luna said.
Before Harry could ask what exactly that was, Luna's face scrunched up in concentration and the room transformed into something that Harry had never seen before. It was outdoors, and he marveled at how well the room could recreate nature scenes and even sunshine, making it all seem perfectly real. Before him lay what looked like a big pool, surrounded by stones. Looking like it was in someone's backyard, there were a smattering of small trees here and there through the area and a large, wooden house behind Luna.
"I think this is more or less what an onsen looks like," Luna said once she was satisfied with the room's creation.
"A what?" Harry asked.
"An onsen," Luna repeated. "It's a sort of communal bathing area found in Japan and built on natural hot springs."
"Oh," Harry said, turning to look back at the scene she had created. "It's beautiful. We'll have to see how it compares to the real thing when either of them gets a chance to come by...wait, communal what?"
Harry whipped back around, and his eyes widened comically as he saw that Luna had stripped down completely. He had seen her undressed before, but something about being alone with her in this state made it different. The sheen of sweat on her thin, pale body only added to her allure, and he caught himself staring far later than he would have liked. Averting his gaze up to her face, he noticed the slight, dreamy smile on her lips and that her gray eyes looked keenly interested.
"Akeno said that communal bathing is rather common in Japan," she said.
"Probably sex segregated," Harry said.
"She didn't say," Luna said. With a little twirl, she added, "I don't mind you seeing me anyway."
Despite himself, his eyes darted to her pert little arse, and he felt his cock swell in his pants. Rias and Akeno were both busy that day, dealing with some stray devil that had wandered into her territory and had suggested that he train with Luna instead. He'd agreed, quite enjoying the blonde's company at this point, but that left him with a couple problems. One of them was that he'd gotten rather used to regular sex at this point, and going without, even for a day, had left him horny as it was. The fact that Luna seemed to have no concept of normal social conventions around nudity only added to that.
"If you'd rather we bathe separately, I suppose we can, but I just thought it might be fun to have someone wash my back," Luna said, her large eyes staring pleadingly at him. "No one's done that for me since Mummy died. I'd happily return the favor."
"Why do I feel bad about wanting to turn her down?" he wondered to himself as he buckled under the pressure of her puppydog eyes. "I guess we could."
"Yay!" Luna exclaimed, running over to the water and hopping in.
Her breasts might not have been as large as Rias' or Akeno's, but Harry couldn't help but notice that they were large enough to jiggle while she ran. Hard as steel, he turned around and began undressing, planning to ask her to turn around while he got in the water.
"Oh, that is wonderfully warm," Luna sighed, already sounding relaxed. "Your training is really starting to pay off, Harry."
"Yeah, even with Rias and Akeno, I don't get hit nearly as often as I used to," Harry said, feeling a sense of pride at that.
"Mmhmm, that too, and it's also given you a really nice bum," Luna said, making Harry blush.
"Could you, um, turn around while I get in?" he asked.
"Okay," Luna said.
Harry peered around at her, noticing that her long blonde hair was plastered to her back, and tried to think of his aunt and uncle as he got into the water. It was just as nice as Luna said, and by the time he had reached her, he already felt his muscles starting to relax.
"Alright, I'm in," Harry said, and Luna turned to look at him, smiling widely.
An assortment of soaps and shampoos appeared on the stone steps outside the hot spring, and Luna reached over to grab one of the bottles.
"I'll do your hair first," she said, and Harry shrugged, turning around.
Part of the floor of the pool rose up to let him sit down comfortably, and he barely held in a moan as Luna started massaging his scalp. Bathing with a beautiful girl was unsurprisingly lovely for many reasons, but Harry had never imagined how nice it would feel to have someone else bathe him. From what he could recall, being bathed by his aunt as a child had been a quick and unpleasant experience, so he never knew how nice such a simple touch could be.
"Have you figured out what the next task is going to be?" she asked.
"No," Harry said. "The egg apparently contains a clue, but when you open it, it just emits this horrid screeching sound. I've been so caught up with training that I haven't given it much thought over the last few weeks."
"A screeching sound, you say?" Luna asked. "Does it sound anything like this?"
She let out a high-pitched, utterly unpleasant sound just then that bore a surprising resemblance to what the egg did.
"Bloody hell," Harry grumbled. "Yes, that's it exactly. What on Earth is it?"
"Mermish," Luna replied, getting back to washing his hair.
"Mermish?" Harry asked.
"Mmhmm," Luna replied. "I go to the lake sometimes to talk to Mr. Tentacles. He's very nice. The mermen have come by a few times while I've had my head in the water, and that's what their language sounds like above it."
"So I'll have to open the egg underwater," Harry surprised.
"And put your head under too," Luna said. "The room will make that easy."
"Thanks, Luna," Harry said, happy to have finally gotten a lead on the next task.
She had the room conjure a bucket and, after warning him to close his eyes, poured water over his head until it ran clear of the shampoo.
"Do me next!" Luna said, turning around.
Trying and failing not to let the words 'do me,' affect his aching cock, Harry shook his head and squirted some of the shampoo in his hands. Once he'd lathered them up, he got to work massaging the shampoo into Luna's scalp. Her breathy little sigh made his cock throb and he tried to distract himself by asking her something that he had meant to for a couple days at that point.
"Have any of your things gone missing recently?" he asked.
"Not since you got the house elves to find them all," Luna replied. "It's almost like the nargles are scared of you, but why would that be?"
"I might have given a general warning that if any of your things went missing again, I'd find out which 'nargles' did it and pay the twins to make their lives miserable," Harry said. "Now close your eyes while I rinse you off."
She did so and as he used the same bucket to rinse the shampoo out of her hair that she'd used on him, he recalled getting Cho to deliver that warning. She seemed to be unaware of the bullying Luna had received and was happy to, in her capacity as prefect, try to make things better.
"You didn't have to do that, Harry," Luna said softly after a moment.
"You're my friend, Luna," Harry said. "Friends help friends when they need it. Now do you want me to wash your ba..."
Luna cut him off by turning around and hugging him tightly. His erection was trapped between their bodies, pressed right up against her belly, and he let out an involuntary groan at the sensation.
"Thank you," Luna whispered.
"A...anytime," Harry stammered.
Pulling back just enough to look up at him, her big gray eyes damp with unshed tears, she said, "You have a very large penis."
"So I've been told," Harry hissed, unsure of what to say to that.
"Is it painful having it this hard?" Luna asked.
"A little," Harry admitted.
"Would you like me to do something about it?" Luna asked, her face going slightly pink.
"You don't have to do that," Harry rushed out.
"But I'm your friend," Luna said, her eyes taking on a hint of mischief, "and friends help friends when they need it."
"I...oof!" Harry grunted as the stone he was seated on pushed him upward until his cock was out of the water and right in Luna's face.
"Wow," Luna said. "I can't believe this fits inside Rias and Akeno. Can I touch it?"
"Yes," Harry said, and he gasped as she wrapped her small hand around him tentatively. "Be gentle."
"Of course," Luna said, "your lovers would be most cross with me if I damaged your lovely penis. If I did, though, I promise that I'd kiss it better."
She leaned in and pressed her lips against his swollen head, earning another gasp from him. She slowly stroked him with both hands while peppering his sensitive glans with wet kisses. It was the weirdest way that he'd ever been pleasured, but he had to admit that it felt good, especially when she cupped his balls.
"Be very, very gentle with those!" Harry exclaimed.
"Mmm, are they also bigger than normal?" Luna asked, her tone almost innocently inquisitive, "because they do seem a bit oversized for a human."
"N...no idea," Harry moaned.
She reached behind his balls and started pressing her finger in against a spot between them and his arsehole that nearly made him jump.
"According to the sex books Mummy left me, the most intense pleasure a man can feel comes from stimulating his prostate, but that's up your bum, and most guys are oddly sensitive about that," Luna explained. "This spot right here mimics that kind of stimulation in a way that isn't so bothersome."
She wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of his cock then and started sucking on it as she continued to stroke him and play around with that spot. Harry's moans grew louder as he felt his orgasm fast approaching and for the first time in a while, he failed to give a warning in time. He came hard, and the first massive rope of cum hit Luna right in the throat, making her cough. She pulled back and got the next few ropes right in the face, and by the time his orgasm abated, she was quite thoroughly covered in cum.
"Aw," Luna whined after she stopped coughing, "and you had just washed my hair too."
"Sorry," Harry panted, still shocked by how hard he'd cum.
"That's okay," Luna said. "I'll just have to catch it all in my mouth next time."
Harry felt his cock twitch at that.
The two of them kept the rest of their bath completely platonic, or as platonic as they could, and as they were getting dressed, Harry remembered that there was something he meant to bring up earlier.
"Luna, would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?" he asked.
"I'd love to," Luna replied, smiling widely. "I guess that you couldn't exactly bring Rias or Akeno, huh?"
"No, I couldn't, but I also do want to bring you," Harry said.
"Is it because I sucked your penis earlier?" Luna asked.
"No," Harry replied quickly. "I meant to ask you earlier, but...I got distracted."
Luna just smiled and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him.
"I wish we'd met sooner," she said.
"I do too," Harry replied, running his fingers through her hair.
She looked up at him, her eyes beaming, and without thinking at all, he leaned down and kissed her softly. She returned the kiss with a sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. It was an oddly chaste kiss, all things considered, and as Harry pulled back, Luna smiled at him.
"My first kiss," she murmured softly.
"How was it?" Harry asked.
"Nice," Luna replied. "Maybe we'll get to explore some other firsts the night of the ball."
"Luna," Harry groaned as his cock hardened again.
"I'd offer to take care of that one too, but I have an essay I need to finish," Luna said. "I'll see you later."
"Later," Harry said, smiling as he watched her leave.
It was the weekend, and he didn't have anything terribly pressing to do. He felt rather invigorated after the morning training session and decided to go flying. It took him a little time to get down from the seventh floor and up to his dormroom in Gryffindor Tower, but he didn't mind. He went out onto the grounds, and made his way towards the lake, finding someone running around it as he approached. Once he drew close enough, he realized that it was Fleur Delacour.
"'Arry?" she asked as she spotted him.
For the second time that day, Harry took in the vision of a slightly sweaty blonde and found this one no less alluring than the last.
"Fleur," he replied.
"Do you 'ave a minute?" Fleur asked. "Zere is something zat I wish to ask you."
"Go ahead," Harry said.
"Would you like to accompany me to ze Yule Ball?" Fleur asked.
Harry just blinked, taking a moment to confirm that he'd actually heard that.
"Sorry?" he asked, still unwilling to accept it.
"Ze ball," Fleur repeated. "I zink you would make a fine date."
"Me?" Harry asked. Even with him sleeping with the two hottest women he'd ever met and having a third girl very interested in him, this still came as a shock.
Fleur just giggled, saying, "Is it truly so strange?"
"In a word, yes," Harry replied, earning another small laugh. "Sadly, I must say no. I've already asked someone."
"Ah," Fleur said, looking genuinely disappointed. "She is a lucky girl."
"Not as lucky as whichever bloke you go with will be," Harry said.
"Alas, zere are, 'ow you say...slim pickings," Fleur said. "I 'ave little use for most of ze boys from my school, wouldn't trust most from Durmstrang, and find few 'ere to be zat appealing."
"What about the other champions?" Harry asked.
"Diggory is taken, and Krum would 'ave little interest in moi," Fleur replied.
"Who in the world wouldn't be interested in you?" Harry asked.
"Zink about it," Fleur said, giving him a pointed look.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed as one possible reason for a guy having no interest in her occurred to him. "Really?"
"Veela are creatures of sex and desire," Fleur replied. "We can sense the sexual desires of zose around us, which makes ze utter absence if it towards us always noticeable."
"I guess I just wouldn't have expected him to be so gruff," Harry said.
"If all stereotypes 'eld true, I would, as a veela, be a raging 'ore, and you would be a spoiled, cocky wastrel as ze heir to a noble 'ouse, like zat bad faith cretin," Fleur said.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Malfoy," Fleur said, sounding like the very name left a bad taste in her mouth. He supposed that they'd met. "'Is name is French and zat is what it translates to."
"Really?" Harry asked, instantly amused. "I suppose he truly lives up to the family name. The little coward challenged me to a duel in our first year, to take place at midnight, and then, instead of showing up, he sent the faculty to find me out after curfew."
"I see 'e 'asn't matured much since then," Fleur said.
"I have to ask, when did your opinion of me change so much?" Harry asked. "You went from calling me a little boy to being positively friendly."
"Ah," Fleur said, cringing. "Zat I must apologize for, zough I did not actually mean to insult you. When you showed up in zat room and were declared ze fourth champion, I expressed my surprise and meant to point out zat you were clearly not a seventh year. I meant to say something along ze lines of underclassman, but it got lost in translation. I did not mean to imply zat you were a child."
"Oh," Harry chuckled. "Truth be told, I was far too freaked out that night to take much offense. I just recall being surprised that you were so friendly the day of the first task."
"Desire is not all zat veela can sense, 'Arry," Fleur said, her sky blue eyes locked onto his and looking as though she were peering into his very soul. "Something changed in you before ze task. I cannot say what, and if you were from Durmstrang, I would suspect something dark at work, but you went from feeling like any ordinary wizard to shining like ze sun. I was intrigued. Still am."
"I…" Harry went to say before trailing off.
Did she sense that he slept with Rias somehow?
"I started taking my studies far more seriously and began training," Harry said. "Other than that, I can't say what you'd be sensing."
"Hmm," Fleur said, brushing her hand over his bicep. "I zink zat training is paying off. I 'ope you'll save me a dance."
"Of course," Harry replied automatically before going still.
Dancing. Of course there was going to be dancing at the bloody ball, that's what balls were for. He had no idea how to dance, and there was not much time left to learn.
"'Arry?" Fleur asked, cocking a perfectly sculpted brow at him.
"Sorry, Fleur, I just realized that I forgot something," Harry said. "I'll see you later. Oh, by the way, if you haven't figured out the egg yet, try listening to it underwater."
"Underwater?" Fleur asked.
"Yes, apparently that wretched screeching is Mermish," Harry replied, too preoccupied to notice how much Fleur paled.
"Wh...why tell me?" Fleur asked.
"I don't care much about winning the tournament, and I haven't actually tried this out yet, so it might not work," Harry said. "Anyway, I've got to run."
"Zank you," Fleur said as he ran back towards the castle.
The egg wasn't what he wanted to take care of, but it wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Alright," Rias said as they approached the warehouse that the stray devil they were hunting had holed up in. "If possible, I'd prefer to handle this without destroying this place."
"It's a good spot to hide in," Akeno commented. "If this devil has been here for even a few hours, he'll have us at a severe disadvantage."
"His name is Kenji, and he's not been here long," Rias said. "He was last spotted in Sapporo and left very few clues as he made his way down here. If not for the man he dismembered, we might not have even noticed that he passed through."
"So he was careful up to this point and got careless," Koneko said flatly. "May I make a suggestion?"
"Go ahead," Rias said.
"Use me as bait," Koneko said. "I can make myself look like a dumb runaway trying to find shelter. He comes out to prey on me, gets a broken nose for his trouble, and then I can throw him out here where you two can finish him off."
"This is your first hunt of this type, Koneko," Rias said. "In truth, I meant for you to watch us more than anything."
"You said yourself that you want to minimize damage, and Akeno's right," Koneko said, "if we go in there together, he'll spot us before we spot him, and we'll probably end up trashing the place."
"She is quite strong," Akeno pointed out.
Rias tapped her foot as she went over the pros and cons of the idea before saying, "Fine, but I want you to keep a discreet eye on her. At the first sign of real trouble, we rush in."
"Alright," Akeno said as Koneko sneaked inside the warehouse.
"Rias?" she heard Harry ask through the spell she kept linking them.
"What's up?" she asked.
When Akeno looked down at her in confusion, she mouthed his name and pointed at the warehouse.
"Is this a bad time?" Harry asked.
"Not really," Rias replied. "This particular stray doesn't seem very dangerous, and I'm not in combat right now anyway."
"I asked Luna to the ball," Harry said.
"Good," Rias said. "I'm sure you two will have fun."
"Provided she still has unbroken feet at the end of it," Harry muttered. "I've been so focused on everything else that I forgot that a ball would involve dancing. I've no bloody clue how and was hoping that you might be able to teach me."
"Sure," Rias chuckled. "Akeno and I are both going to be free tomorrow, so we'll be able to teach you."
"Both of you?" Harry asked, and she could practically hear his smile in his voice.
"We'll make up for leaving you so neglected today," Rias said.
"I wasn't entirely neglected," Harry said.
"Oh?" Rias asked, suddenly intrigued.
"Luna and I trained together, and she insisted on bathing together afterward," Harry said. "One thing led to another…"
"Good for you two," Rias commented.
"You're not mad?" Harry asked. "I know Akeno said you wouldn't be, but…"
"Harry, that girl couldn't make her desire for you any more obvious is she tried," Rias chuckled. "She clearly wants to sleep with you."
"We didn't go that far," Harry said.
"I'd like to see the first time for myself," Rias commented, "if you two can hold off."
"She might have something planned for the ball," Harry said.
"Then I'll have to make sure you can dance by then," Rias commented.
That girl seemed to possess certain talents that might be useful to her down the line. She hadn't made a decision on whether or not to offer her an evil piece yet, but she was evaluating her for it, and luring her into bed with her and Harry would make it easier to get her to accept. Of course, she had evaluated a few potentials so far that didn't pan out, so only time would tell.
The side door to the warehouse came flying off the hinges just then as a rather decrepit looking Japanese man was thrown through it.
"I've got to go," Rias said. "Summon Akeno and I tomorrow, let's say a couple hours after you have breakfast."
"Will do," Harry said. "Good luck."
He ended the connection, and Rias smiled as she looked down at the battered devil. He was quite thin and felt weak.
"Fucking bitch," he grumbled, getting up and glaring at the door through which Koneko emerged. There wasn't a single scratch on her.
"It doesn't seem necessary, Rias, but may I?" Akeno asked.
"Go ahead," Rias said, and the next second, Kenji's screams echoed through the streets as lightning coursed through his entire body.
He fell to the ground, wailing and writhing in agony as Akeno rained down enough electricity to fry a normal human to an unrecognizable crisp. The stray was made of sterner stuff than that, but by the time Akeno relented, all he could do was twitch on the ground.
"You made two mistakes, Kenji," Rias said softly as she tapped into her inherent power of destruction. "The first was attempting to shake off the bonds of your master, the one who gave you the gift of devilry, and the second was entering my territory."
He glared balefully up at her in impotent rage, and she unleashed a torrent of crimson energy at him. Engulfed by her powers, every atom of his being was destroyed until nothing but his memory remained.
"Sorry about the door," Koneko said.
"If that's the full extent of the damage, don't worry about it," Rias said. "The last time we hunted a stray, we nearly destroyed an entire house trying to take him down."
"This," Akeno added, waving her hand at the door and repairing it instantly, "is much simpler to fix."
"Well done," Rias said, patting Koneko's head.
A faint smile twitched across the nekomata's face for a moment.
"It's hopeless," Ron groaned to a sympathetic-seeming Seamus and Dean.
"Asking out the firebird might not have been wise, but there are still girls left without dates, I'm sure," Seamus said. "Not that I can blame you for that. The arse on her."
Harry couldn't help but smirk at that as he ate breakfast. He hadn't been present for Ron's attempt to ask Fleur out, but it had apparently gone worse than expected. Whoever said 'the worst she can say is no,' apparently never asked out a woman out of his league.
"Yeah, there have to still be gi…" Ron trailed off, and Harry could practically see the lightbulb above his head. "Oi, Hermione, you're a girl."
"Bloody hell, now I want to know what exactly he said to Fleur," Harry thought to himself as he cringed.
"I am indeed," Hermione said coolly.
"Let's go together, the two of us," Ron said. "That way, neither of us will be alone."
"Oof," Harry thought to himself, "no one deepthroats their own foot quite like you, mate."
The two of them might not have been friends anymore, but Harry still felt bad for him as Hermione glared at him.
"If you must know, Ronald, I already have a date," she said.
"Oh, come off it; there's no need to be offended," Ron said. "We'll have a good time, I swear."
"Did you not hear me?" Hermione asked, starting to sound genuinely offended. "Someone already asked me to the ball, and I accepted. He already realized that I was a girl."
He saw Ron about to retort and piped up, saying, "Lay off, will you? She has a bloody date."
Ron's face reddened in an instant, and he hissed, "You're going with him?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"No, it isn't Harry," Hermione said.
"Who then?" Ron asked.
"Quite frankly, that's none of your business," Hermione said.
Ron just looked back and forth between the two of them and gathered his things, leaving in a huff.
"You know, Lav says Parvati doesn't have a date yet," Dean said.
"Really?" Seamus asked. Looking at Ron's retreating form, he asked, "You think Padma might need one too?"
"I'm sorry about that," Harry said. "I was trying to stop that from devolving into a lengthy argument."
"It's hardly your fault," Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "In all honesty, he and I have been drifting apart for a while. It turns out that you held us together even more than his appreciation for my help with studying."
"Do you want to head into Hogsmeade?" Harry asked. "We could just spend a few hours getting our minds off of things."
"Thank you, but no," Hermione said. "I have some work to get done and was just going to go to the library. You go on, though. Goodness knows you need a break from everything."
"Harry?" Luna asked, joining them.
"Hey, Luna," Harry said, standing up to greet her. "Hermione, this is Luna Lovegood, Luna, this is Hermione Granger, my best friend."
"Hello," Luna said. "It truly is remarkable how many of the wrackspurts in your head depart whenever Ronald leaves."
"What?" Hermione asked, nonplussed.
"Uh," Harry went to intercede.
"Wrackspurts, are tiny little invisible creatures that fly into people's heads and make their minds go fuzzy," Luna said. "You're getting more of them now."
"Was there something that you needed to talk about?" Harry asked, hoping to prevent Hermione from saying something inadvertently insulting.
"Yes, I can't help you train today," Luna said. "I'm shopping for a dress for the ball. What color robes will you be wearing? I've heard that we shouldn't clash."
"My robes are black," Harry replied.
"Perfect, then anything will do," Luna said, beaming. "I'm so looking forward to this."
"So am I," Harry said, smiling. "Bye, Luna."
"Bye," Luna said. "It was nice meeting you, Hermione."
She took off then, and Harry sat down, ignoring the smattering of looks he got from the other Gryffindors.
"So that's Luna," Hermione commented.
"She's really very nice," Harry said.
"She used to hang out with Ginny a lot back in the day," Fred mentioned.
"Poor thing hasn't been the same since she lost her mum," George added.
"And the wrackspurts?" Hermione asked.
"Shall I walk you to the library?" Harry asked, gathering his things.
"Such a gentleman," Hermione chuckled, joining him.
Once they were relatively alone, he said, "I think that, after her mother's death, her father began to tell her about all kinds of magical creatures as a sort of game to help her focus on something else. Wrackspurts are creatures that cause confusion, nargles steal the things you misplace, and things like that."
"But she knows that they're not real, right?" Hermione asked.
"I think she's gotten so used to talking about them that it doesn't really matter," Harry said. "It's like a language her and her father share, and I'd rather learn the tongue than try to argue with her about the existence of creatures whose existence is largely irrelevant. That's something that I'd ask you to join me in, if possible, because I actually quite like her."
"Enough to ask her to the ball, apparently," Hermione commented.
"She's a friend, for now," Harry said, remembering the previous day. "In a time when I felt like the walls were closing in and there were only two people in the entire world who believed in me, she extended basic kindness to me, despite the fact that we were strangers. She was more helpful to me than my bloody best mate, and I honestly don't know if I would have done as well in the task without her."
"Hey," Hermione said, grabbing his arm and turning him around so she could look up at him. "If she's important to you, then I'm happy to get to know her. Wow, how strong have you gotten?"
"I've been training a lot," Harry said.
"But it's been a few weeks?" Hermione said, furrowing her brow as she felt his arm. "This feels like months of work."
"Maybe wizards and witches develop faster because we heal faster," Harry said. "I've suffered enough life-threatening injuries to know that we have to be a little more durable than muggles."
"Perhaps," Hermione said. "Aside from quidditch players and duelists, few of us seem to even bother, so I wouldn't know."
"I'd ask Krum, but I suspect I'd get a monosyllabic reply," Harry said.
"His English isn't that good, but he's perfectly pleasant," Hermione said before she could stop herself.
"Krum?" Harry asked, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. "Is he the guy that you're..."
"Please keep that to yourself," Hermione said. "He can't go with the woman he wants to take, and we've been getting to know each other in the library, so he asked me to go as a friend."
It was then that Harry recalled Fleur's belief about Krum's sexuality and realized that he might know more about him than Hermione did.
"So long as he isn't leading you on," Harry said.
"No, I'm perfectly aware of what I'm getting out of the evening," Hermione said, "and it isn't being someone's last minute option because he only just realized that I'm not a guy."
"Well, be sure to save a dance for me," Harry said, hugging her.
"Always," Hermione whispered. "I mean, yes, of course."
He pulled back from her and noticed her face had reddened.
"Are my muscles really that impressive?" he wondered to himself.
"I'll see you at supper," Hermione said quickly.
"See you there," Harry said, turning and heading towards the Room of Requirement.
"Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima," Harry said.
The familiar crimson summoning circle of the House of Gremory appeared before him, and both Rias and Akeno emerged from it a moment later.
"Harry," Rias said, rushing up and hugging him tightly.
"I missed you too," Harry chuckled, returning the hug eagerly.
"What about me?" Akeno asked breathily, hugging him from behind.
"D...definitely," Harry replied, suddenly unable to think of much other than the fact that he had two very large pairs of breasts pressed against him.
"Hmm, now you said something about needing dancing lessons?" Rias asked, grinning as she pulled back to look at him.
"Yes," Harry replied. "It's not something that my aunt and uncle would have ever imagined having me learn."
"Well, fortunately for you, I'm the heiress of a noble house," Rias said haughtily. "My mother made sure that formal dancing was drilled into my head from very early on."
"So it wasn't all learning to lob energy blasts?" Harry asked.
"No, that came later," Rias said. "You'd never guess if you saw him now, but apparently Sirzechs hated his dancing lessons as a boy. Mother used to compliment me often for taking to them more than he did."
"I never had any siblings growing up, so I can't really speak to that at all, but was it odd having a brother so much older than you?" Harry asked.
"It would be for humans, but that's incredibly common for devils," Rias replied. "Sirzechs was already a Satan by the time I was born, and his son, Millicas, is much closer in age to me, but again, it's incredibly rare for devil siblings to be at all close in age. Riser and his sister Ravel are the only two I know in my generation."
"I didn't know you had a nephew," Harry commented.
"He's an adorable little thing," Akeno cooed. "He has the Gremory hair and his mother's red eyes."
"Man, as the son of those two, he must already be a right terror," Harry commented.
"He can be rather timid, but he's still quite young," Rias said. "He's inherited the power of destruction, and I'm sure he'll be quite powerful when he's older. Now, this room is remarkably well suited for dancing."
"I based it on the ballroom in Buckingham Palace," Harry said.
"How suitably British," Akeno said.
"It's the only one I've ever seen on the tele, at least that I paid any attention to at all," Harry said.
"Alright, Akeno, if you could handle the music," Rias said.
"Will do," Akeno said, looking like she was concentrating rather intently. She cast a spell a moment later, and a slow and simple piece of music sounded throughout the room.
"Now," Rias said, waving her hands over herself and transforming her uniform into a stunning dark blue ballgown cut to display her large, creamy breasts perfectly, "come here. You're going to place a hand on my waist and take my hand with the other one."
Harry closed the distance between them and did as she instructed, staring down into her eyes. He recalled after he asked Rias for help that Professor McGonagall had offered to give dancing lessons to anyone who required them. As he held Rias close, he was quite glad that he had asked her instead.
"Alright, now just follow my lead," Rias said, taking a slow step back with her right foot.
He followed with his left, and she smiled, leading him back again and then turning and moving in a new direction. They were moving quite slowly, and the clumsiness that he feared, without any real reason, that he'd exhibit hadn't manifested yet.
"There, see?" Rias asked. "It's not that hard."
"Is this what your first time was like?" Akeno asked, grinning mischievously.
"You know exactly what our first time was like," Rias replied. "I didn't exactly skimp on the details."
"Do you two talk about everything like that?" Harry asked.
"Women talk, Harry," Akeno replied. "It wasn't until we met you that either of us had particularly salacious personal stories to share, but we're hardly unique."
"Speaking of salacious, what exactly happened with you and Luna?" Rias asked.
"After our training session, I asked her to create a shower, and she created something called an onsen instead because someone gave her the idea," Harry said, giving Akeno a look that made her laugh.
"The girl clearly wanted you to make a move, and I just gave her an idea that I figured would help," Akeno said shamelessly.
"Anyway, we were bathing, and I mentioned that I warned her bullies not to bother her again, and she hugged me," Harry said. "One thing led to another from there, and she ended up sort of jerking me off into her mouth."
"Hmm, we'll have to show her how to really go down on you," Rias purred, and Harry missed a step, narrowly avoiding her foot.
"Why are you willing to do that?" Harry asked. "I kind of got it with Akeno since you two were lovers before we met, but Luna?"
"She's cute and fun to be around, and I think she'd be even more fun in bed," Rias said, shrugging. "As I've said before, we're creatures of sin, and Luna has this innocent yet eagerly waiting to be corrupted thing going on that just really does it for me."
"I think she could end up being a woman with very few limits, which naturally appeals to me," Akeno said. "All in all, you might end up having all three of us in your bed soon enough."
"Will I survive?" Harry asked.
"I think you'll be up to the challenge, stud," Rias purred.
The tempo of the music changed, and Rias sped up, continuing to lead him around the ballroom and instructing as she went. He misstepped a few times as things got faster, but Rias was patient, and it wasn't like he could really hurt her anyway. He improved quickly, and after about half an hour, she switched with Akeno so that she could observe and give instructions from the sidelines.
"Hmm, they say if a man is a talented dancer, it's often a sign that he's a great lover," Akeno purred, puffing up her chest to draw his eyes to her substantial cleavage in her violet gown. "Apparently it works the other way around too."
"You've picked things up pretty quickly," Rias commented, ending the spell generating the music. "We can do this a few more times before the ball itself and make sure that your skills are up to snuff."
"Thank you," Harry said. "I seriously don't know how to repay you for all your help the past few weeks."
"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something," Akeno purred, leaning in and kissing deeply.
He returned the kiss hungrily, and the scene around them shifted from the richly decorated ballroom to the typical bedroom he had it conjure for them. He led her to the bed, and she moaned into his mouth as she fell back into it. He ground his hard length into her heated core, relishing the chance to return some of the teasing she'd subjected him to while they danced. Rias had been rather formal in her dance, while Akeno enjoyed taking the opportunity to rile him up, pressing herself up against him whenever she could and whispering in his ears about all the depraved things she wanted him to do to her.
Tearing open her dress, he buried his face between her massive breasts, cupping and kneading the mounds as he worshiped them with his lips and tongue.
"You brute," Akeno gasped, grinning from ear to ear.
"You can't say you didn't have that coming," Rias chuckled as she joined them on the bed. "You were turning me on as you danced with him, much less poor Harry here.
"'Poor Harry' knows that I'll happily make it up to him," Akeno giggled.
"You're right about that," Harry said, capturing one of her hard pink nipples between his lips.
"Ah, just like that," Akeno sighed.
Rias began sucking on her other nipple and reached down through her ruined dress to stroke her pussy, not at all surprised to find that she wasn't wearing panties.
"Oh fuck!" Akeno cried, wrapping her hands around their heads and spreading her legs wider as Rias began fingering her.
"Hmm, she's so wet already," Rias purred.
"Show me," Harry said, and Rias pulled her glistening fingers from Akeno's quim, bringing them to Harry's face.
He took her hand in his and brought her fingers to his lips, sucking them clean of the other woman's juices. The both of them shuddered, and Harry grinned, bringing Rias in for a searing, hot kiss. Akeno sat up and wrapped her arms around the pair of them, nibbling on Harry's earlobe in a way that made him groan.
"Enough," Rias gasped, stripping the three of them naked with a wave of her hand.
They collapsed on the bed together, a tangled mess of limbs, as they unleashed their passions. Akeno rolled Harry onto his back and ground her furnace of a pussy on his throbbing length. Rias cupped the brunette's breasts from behind and peppered her slender neck with kisses. Harry sat up and joined in, kissing the other side of her neck in time with Rias and drawing breathy moans from her gorgeous lips. She had a kind of manic lust in her purple eyes that he'd come to know meant that if he didn't fuck her soon, lightning would start sparking between her fingers.
"How are you this horny already?" Harry asked.
"I denied her last night," Rias giggled.
"After a successful hunt too," Akeno whined. "You know how fucking wet fighting makes me."
"Which made keeping you from cumming all night even more fun," Rias purred, reaching down to trace a finger through the other woman's sodden folds. "I knew that we'd be coming to see Harry anyway, and that he'd be more than up to the task of satisfying you."
Harry pulled her in and rolled them over until she was on her back. Grinning down at her, he took his cock in hand and rubbed the bulbous head through her fleshy nether lips.
"She's right, of course," he said, pushing forward and sinking slowly inside her.
"Oh fuck!" Akeno cried, throwing her head back as she was spread open by his invading member. "I will never get used to this cock!"
"It is amazing, isn't it?" Rias asked.
"Rias," Harry murmured as he buried the last of his cock inside Akeno. "There's something I've wanted to try since I learned you could fly."
"Oh?" Rias asked.
"I want you to fly up and wrap your legs around my head," Harry said.
"You want me to sit on your face in the air?" Rias asked, chuckling at the thought. "Why not?"
"You think you'll be able to maintain control when he makes you cum?" Akeno asked, sounding concerned.
"I've maintained control after being hit before," Rias reasoned. "This shouldn't be worse than that."
"So long as you're sure," Akeno said. "Now fuck me hard."
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled most of his cock from her sweltering depths and thrust forward again. Well practiced by now, it took him hardly any time at all to work up to a steady rhythm, fucking her with deep, hard strokes. Rias' wings sprung from her back, and she floated up just a few feet above the bed until her slick cunt was right in front of his face. Licking his lips, Harry reached out towards her, sinking his fingers into the pliant cheeks of her incredible arse and pulling her forward until her thighs were on either side of his head.
"Mmm," Rias sighed, reaching out to thread her fingers through his thick black hair.
Once he was sure that she was stable, he returned his hands to Akeno's hips and picked up his pace slightly.
"Right there!" she cried as she scraped across her g-spot. "I must say, as much as I do love that handsome face of yours, I can't complain about the change of view."
He laughed against Rias' pussy at that and reached over to stroke Akeno's clit. As he fucked her harder, he realized that there was one downside to his idea: he couldn't watch her amazing tits jiggle and roll across his chest. Reaching forward, he cupped those wonderful mounds and gave her stiff nipples a quick pinch.
"Shit!" Akeno gasped, digging her fingers into the sheets on either side of her.
"Mmm, this was...oh...not a bad idea," Rias moaned, her thighs tightening around his head as he sucked gently on her clit.
Harry didn't disagree, enjoying the ability to drive both of them towards their peaks at the same time. As he felt Rias' thighs begin to quiver, he knew that she was getting close and decided to push her over the edge. Ghosting the tip of his tongue over her exposed clit, he smirked as she shuddered and cried out before pressing it more firmly against the sensitive nub.
"Cum," he hissed in parseltongue, and he was rewarded almost instantly by her scream.
"YES!" Rias shrieked at the top of her lungs as her climax consumed her.
Harry continued vibrating his tongue against her sensitive flesh, drawing out her pleasure as much as he could. He felt Akeno sit up and wrap her arms around his neck, holding Rias steady. He went still for a moment before continuing to fuck her in the new position. As Rias' second orgasm faded, he relented, and she fell back into Akeno's arms, a panting, quivering mess.
"Harry, I'm so close," Akeno begged. "Fuck me, please!"
Harry grinned down at her and picked up his pace, fucking her hard and fast. He changed his angle slightly, driving upward inside her a bit more. The new angle let him hit her g-spot more forcefully and slide up into the really deep spot that she adored.
"Right there!" Akeno cried.
"Ahh," Rias sighed, rolling onto his back and stretching her arms above her head. "I might not want to try it again, but that was fun.
"I enjoyed it," Harry said through gritted teeth as Akeno began to flutter around his length. "Fucking hell, you're tight."
"Harder!" Akeno screamed, her face turning red as she soared towards her peak. "Don't...ahh...don't stop!"
Stopping was the last thing that he wanted to do, both because he thought she might actually electrocute him if he tried and because she felt so bloody incredible. Rias reached down and began rubbing the other woman's clit while leaning in to kiss her pulse point.
"FUCK!" Akeno squealed, her back arching off of the bed as she came hard.
Harry felt her warm fluids soak his balls as she squirted and smirked down at her. Seeing them writhing in ecstasy like this and knowing that he had caused it filled him with a sort of pride he'd never known. These incredibly beautiful women, goddesses who could have anyone they pleased, had chosen to take him as a lover, and the idea that he could completely overwhelm them with pleasure made his very soul sing. Knowing that he'd be hard again in no time, if he even softened, he let go and came inside her, filling her to the brim with his thick white seed.
"Fucking hell...I adore you two," Harry panted as he caught himself on his forearms.
He kissed Akeno's neck, and the still-panting devil looked over at him with lidded eyes. Smiling widely, she kissed him softly, pouring every ounce of her affection into it. Considering how rough she usually liked him to be with her, he was surprised by her gentleness, but not at all unhappy.
"Mmm, I needed that," she sighed.
"I think you need a lot more," Harry whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
"Much more," Akeno purred, burying her fingers in his hair and teasing his scalp.
"We usually switch when he cums," Rias pointed out.
"Yes, but someone made sure I was as pent as possible today," Akeno said, narrowing her eyes at Rias. That effect was somewhat ruined by the way her lips tugged upward.
"I think you should make it up to her," Harry said, pulling his still-hard cock from Akeno's gaping pussy.
Rias looked down at the river of cum leaking from her and licked her lips, saying, "I suppose that I could do that"
"You say that I can't see the blatant hunger in your eyes," Akeno giggled, crooking a finger and beckoning Rias in further.
"Well, what can I say?" Rias asked rhetorically. "Harry's cum has become one of my favorite treats."
Harry felt his cock twitch at Rias' words and groaned as she crawled up to Akeno and buried her face between the other woman's thighs.
"Oh, yes!" Akeno cried, grabbing Rias' head as she began slurping his cum from her swollen pussy.
Harry crawled behind Rias and took his cock in hand, guiding it to her weeping slit and burying it inside her in one strong thrust. Her muffled shriek was held back by Akeno, who tightened her thighs around her head. He grabbed the gorgeous redhead's hips, digging his fingers into her skin in a way that would have left bruises on a human woman, and worked his way up to a hard, fast pace quickly. She was incredibly wet, and he knew exactly how she wanted to be fucked.
"Ahh!" Rias cried. "Just like that!"
"I could really get used to this," Harry thought to himself as he continued fucking her.
His life had been so chaotic and often unpleasant that he hadn't given much thought to the future before, but as he enjoyed yet another session of wanton debauchery with his demonic lovers, he found himself unable to stop. In his mind's eye, he beheld a vast, ornate bedchamber with a massive circular bed in its center. He couldn't tell how many beautiful women were there as he took in the sight of them engaging in an orgy with him and each other. He recognized Rias and Akeno and thought that a few of the others were vaguely familiar. One had hair much like Rias', while the others had an assortment of hair colors ranging from more typical blondes and brunettes to green, blue, and lavender. Wanton cries of soul-searing pleasure filled the air, as did the all-consuming scent of cunt. He reveled in it, reducing the woman he was mating to a quivering, mind-broken mess. He adored them all, and they adored him, the one who had freed them from the tedium of their normal lives and showed them the true meaning of sin.
"HARRY!" Rias shrieked, cumming hard around his pistoning cock.
Harry grunted and shook his head, clearing away the last vestiges of the bizarre fantasy. He couldn't fathom why in the world he would fantasize about anything while in bed with these two goddesses.
"Aw, Harry, you broke her," Akeno complained, though her grin took away any sense that she was really whining.
"Give...give me...a minute," Rias panted, her sweat-slicked form still twitching as she rested her head on her best friend's pillowy thigh.
"While she recovers, I can take over," Harry said, leaning in and giving Akeno's pussy a long, slow lick.
He switched to speaking parseltongue a second later, and the brunette squealed in pleasure, writhing on the bed as she came again. Harry smirked and backed off, pushing Rias' face back between their lover's thighs as he began fucking her into the bed again. He had no reason to let his mind wander to anyone but them, especially when he had a day's worth of pleasure to make up for.
Hours later, Harry was finishing cleaning up with Rias, Akeno having already returned to Japan to go to sleep.
"And you were worrying about being able to handle us and Luna," Rias scoffed. "You get much better, and Akeno and I might need a third woman just to keep up with you."
"Is this normal?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow. "I mean, I learned pretty early on in our training sessions that I couldn't hope to take either of you in a fight, and yet…"
"It is odd that you can outlast us as you do, Rias admitted, "but I'm willing to chalk that up to natural talent."
"Just imagine what I'll be like when you can finally use one of your evil pieces on me," Harry rumbled, and Rias shivered at the thought.
"I guess I'm going to have no choice but to build a harem to satisfy your utterly bestial urges," she sighed dramatically, making him grin.
His odd fantasy from before came back to him, but he dismissed it.
"I hardly need a harem," Harry said, pulling her in and kissing her softly.
"It would be less for you and more to help me retain my ability to walk straight," Rias said.
Harry snorted at that and dismissed the shower. Drying himself off, he spelled on his clothes, and Rias walked him to the door.
"I'll be available late tomorrow," she said.
"I'll summon you when I can get away," Harry said, smiling at her.
He opened the door and kissed her.
"Good bye," he said.
As he walked out into the usually empty corridor, Rias rushed out after him and turned him around, pulling him in for another kiss.
"Good bye," she said.
He just smiled and watched her turn around and walk back into the room, his eyes darting, as they often did, to her magnificent arse.
"...and so by killing sorcerer prince Achaemenes, Andros the Invincible made possible the victory of the Greeks," Krum finished.
"Wow," Hermione said. "I've never read about the magical aspects of the Greco-Persian Wars, and our history classes tend to focus more on goblin-related events."
"That is shame," Krum said.
"Andros is a sort of hero of yours?" Hermione asked.
"Da," Krum said. "His tale continues spread millenia later in Greece and more. He was man who let no one tell him what he could do. Lived life on his terms and his alone."
"Is that something that you feel you don't get to do?" Hermione asked.
"Da," Krum said, scowling. "Quidditch is first love, since I was boy, but fame, reporters, Karkaroff, these are trouble."
"Your headmaster?" Hermione asked.
"I am credit to Durmstrang," Krum said. Grinning, he added, "Most famous student not to start major war."
Despite herself, Hermione laughed at that.
"There are better students," Krum said, "but not as famous and not here."
"He didn't bring anyone along who might have been chosen over you?" Hermione asked.
She had thought it was odd that their star athlete would also be their most capable student, but she had dismissed that as her own prejudice, especially given that Cedric Diggory was also a major quidditch player.
"To win tournament as most famous student would add to profile of school," Krum said. "Karkaroff did not ask."
"Ah," Hermione said. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Krum said. "Sadly, I must go."
"I'll be back here tomorrow evening," Hermione said.
"I might come," Krum said. "Good bye, Hermyownee."
"Good bye, Viktor," Hermione said, smiling.
As he left, she thought back to what Harry had said earlier about her being led on. She was under no illusion about Viktor's regards for her, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't find him attractive. Beyond that, however, she was truly enjoying his company. Then her mind shifted to Harry's promise to dance with her at the ball, and she felt her face heat up. She might have found her new friend attractive, but that paled next to how handsome she thought Harry was, and he seemed to be growing rapidly hotter.
"Meeting Luna was an experience," she thought to herself.
She really didn't know what to make of the blonde who Harry had been spending so much time with. Their interaction was brief, and Hermione was still too focused on her irritation with Ron to really get much of a sense of her aside from her oddness. Harry liked her, though, and Hermione was likely going to have to at least tolerate her for now. She hoped that she'd come to see whatever he did, as that might make it easier to ignore the pang in her chest.
Thinking of her best friend reminded her of the map she'd taken to look at frequently ever since Harry entrusted it to her, and, making sure that no one was looking, she pulled it out.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Hermione said quietly, nearly managing to say the pass phrase without rolling her eyes.
The blank parchment was instantly filled with information, and as she took in the familiar sight of the live map of Hogwarts, she wished yet again that Sirius knew more about how they had managed to create such a wonder of magic. She could understand someone accidentally managing to create something while experimenting and never managing to replicate the results, but that didn't make it less disappointing.
"I swear, Professor Moody is the most antisocial person I've ever met," she thought to herself.
Every time she'd looked at the map so far, she had managed to find him between classes, and each time he'd been locked away in his office. It was odd, but no less odd than the man himself, so she didn't give it that much thought. His most frequent visitor was Barty Crouch, something she'd wondered about for a moment before recalling that, according to Sirius, Crouch was the one who had him shipped to Azkaban without trial. As an auror, she supposed that Professor Moody would have worked rather closely with the man in his role at the DMLE.
"No one looks out of place or is hanging out with people that they don't usually," Hermione thought to herself.
She had worked to learn as many names of the less sociable students as she could and checked them against the map. Not one had failed so far, but she hoped that someone would eventually. Solving the mystery of who put Harry's name in the goblet would go a long way towards figuring out what their next move might be, and that was something that she was desperate to do. No sooner did this thought of Harry pop into her head than his name appeared on the map.
"What's he doing all the way up on the seventh floor?" she wondered. A moment later, she spotted something that put a different question in her head. "Who's Rias Gremory?"