Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Wednesday. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: Apologies for the wait on this one. The muse went in a different direction for a while and I had to follow it. That said, I'm back on the Wednesday train and loving it.

More Chapters in current development: Lion of Capua, True Way Of The Sith Part Two, Lord of Night Part Two, and Dread Pirate Harry.

Chapter Eleven - A Needed Conversation

Enid and Wednesday were lounging in their dorm after a heavy day of classes and simply enjoying their individual activities. The former was typing away on her phone to update her blog and the latter was clicking away on her typewriter to add another chapter to her novel. Harry was teaching at the fencing club so they had the evening to themselves for the first time in a while. That solitude was leading the blonde to think back fondly on her relationship and eventually her rapid finger movements stilled as a realization came to her.

"Hey, Wednesday?"

The goth stopped her clicking and swiveled her chair around to look at the werewolf. "Yes?"

"Are we taking advantage of Harry?"

Wednesday raised a brow and answered, "In case you have missed it, Harry rather enjoys us taking advantage of him. He's sent you a slew of emojis and me about five missives today alone emphasizing that fact."

"That's not what I mean." Enid whined. "Wednesday, I've been thinking about it and Harry goes out of his way to realize our kinks and desires, but we've never really asked him about his own. We just kind of assumed he was fulfilled because he's so happy fulfilling us."

The brunette quirked her head in thought, "You are implying that we've been neglecting our man's inherent desires?"

"Well haven't we? He's dominant with me, submissive with you, but what about his own desires from us? I just realized I never asked him about them."

"And neither have I." The goth sounded thoughtful as she began drumming her fingers on her stockinged knee. "This does seem to be an unfair oversight on both of our parts. Give me a moment." Wednesday waved Enid over and promptly opened one of her desk drawers before pulling out a very familiar silver orb as her roommate plopped down beside her in her oversized bean bag chair. After placing the object on her desk and waving her hand over it twice they were faced with the stunning visage of Morticia Addams. By that point Wednesday had given up trying to figure out just how her mother always seemed to know to be by her orb when she called her.

The elder Addams looked at the both of them with apparent curiosity. "Wednesday, dear, and darling Enid as well. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

Wednesday stared her mother in the eyes and answered, "Enid and I have been talking and we have come to the conclusion that we may have been neglecting Harry after a fashion. We wish to know if it is truly so or if we are worrying over nothing."

"Indeed? Well do tell." So the girls voiced what had been on their minds and after a few moments of thought Morticia nodded. "It is good that you came to this conclusion sooner rather than later. Yes, you have been neglecting his personal wants and desires. Oh, to be sure, I believe he is enjoying every moment with you both, but eventually he is going to realize that he is not getting his own points in the relationship as well. It will be better in the long run if you ask him about them rather than waiting for him to have to bring it up himself. Enid, please allow me to congratulate you for having the emotional understanding to bring this issue to my attention."

"T-Thank you, Mrs. Addams." Not for the first time the werewolf found herself immensely intimidated by the statuesque woman speaking. Compared to Morticia's lunar-gothic beauty most other women came up short.

"You are welcome. Now, I would suggest that you call your man over and then ask him to his face just what particular kinks he might have. Ask him how 'you' can best fulfill 'him' sexually. You are a trio so you must look out for each member of your group."

Wednesday nodded her understanding. "We shall do so, mother."

"Good. We all send our love, my little flytrap. Be well and study hard. Also, tell young Harry that we are planning a little get together this summer and we hope that he and his father will be able to attend."

"Will do. To that end, Harry has also mentioned wanting to take Enid and I on a short trip after school lets out as well. Would that be an acceptable situation?"

Morticia winked conspiratorially. "But of course. Why, your father and I took many romantic trips during our time at Nevermore. Have his father send us the information."

"I will be sure that he does. You have my love, mother."

The orb's light faded and the girls were left staring at each other. "Well, are you going to text him?" The goth asked her roommate a moment later. "I could write a letter but Hedwig has already carried off my usual missive for the night."

"You really need to get a phone, girl."

"I have no need of such an infuriating item."

Enid provided a long suffering expression at the expected response but sent the missive off all the same. Considering they both knew Harry was otherwise occupied, it wasn't much of a surprise that it took him about an hour or so to pop into his usual arrival point in the middle of the room. He offered Thing a high five and then walked over to where the girls were sitting surprisingly close together on Enid's bed.

"Hey, girls. Enid, your text said you had something important to ask me?"

"Yeah." Enid stood up and nervously brushed down her skirt before walking over to him and placing her hands on his chest. "Harry, what do you want?"

"Huh?"

"From us in the bedroom? What do you want? What can we do for you that would make you happy."

"You already do make me happy. Should I show you 'how' much here and now?"

Wednesday let out a note of exasperation at her boyfriend's usual flirty manner and stood up herself to walk over and start running her fingers through his hair in the way she knew he liked. "She is being serious, Harry. We both are. You pander to our kinks without a thought, but we have not done the same for you. It is an oversight that cannot be allowed to continue. What turns you on specifically? Is there anything you would like us to do that we currently are not? Our sex life is not a one way street, you know."

"Are you being for real right now?" He asked warily.

"Deathly."

"Well… if you're both willing…" He hedged.

Enid, being her usual golden retriever self, began to bounce in place before him, drawing his eyes to the interesting things the motion caused her breasts to start doing within the light confines of her sweater vest, and said, "Really, really, willing."

"Uh, well,"

"Focus, Harry." Wednesday sighed.

"Uh, right. Well, I would kind of like it if you both… talked dirty to me. I 'really' like it when your voices get all sultry and smooth and you beg me for more. I'd love to hear more in those voices. You know, maybe get a bit more vocal about what you want me to do while we're going at it?"

"Oh! I can do that." Enid chirped helpfully.

"Me as well." Wednesday nodded. "There is more, I can see it in your eyes. Do not be afraid to tell us, my love. We would never judge you."

Harry gulped slowly and added, "Do you think you two could try… wearing outfits?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

At the girls' flabbergasted expressions Harry elaborated with, "I'm kind of interested in… cosplay sex."

"Oh!"

"That makes sense." Wednesday's voice was full of consideration as she added, "You did take an awfully great interest in my cat costume during the canoe race."

"And my pilgrim dress." Enid agreed. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Harry shrugged as his girls led him over to the bed and sat him down. "I don't know. It was embarrassing, and I loved doing everything else with you two, and I guess I was worried about screwing up a good thing. A great thing. The best thing in my life. I love you girls."

"Aw." Enid cuddled into Harry's side and nuzzled him happily. "We love you too. And speaking for myself, I'm more than happy to dress up for you anytime you want. Oh, maybe I could wear a french maid outfit while you boss me around!" The blonde squeed at the dopey look her idea brought her man and kissed him happily as on the other side Wednesday developed a more thoughtful expression.

"The idea of cosplay holds a bit of appeal. I admit to being curious if it would change the overall feel and experience of our dark passion. I am willing to partake in it as well."

"Thanks, girls." Harry held his girlfriends tight for a few seconds more before suggesting, "Since I'm here, and we're all having an already emotional moment, should I transfigure your clothes into some costumes I've been thinking about recently and see if we like it?"

"Yay!"

"That is agreeable."

Time Passes

Wednesday was making her way forth on an evening walk on the school grounds when she became aware of an odd noise. The branches of the tree overhead were rustling… but there was no breeze. Acting on a dime she twirled in place, pulled her cane sword from its umbrella sheathe, and jabbed up into the foliage only to find her strike halted in its tracks.

A moment later her uncle Fester dropped from the branches with her blade clasped hard between his palms. "Well that's just a lovely way to greet family." And from his pleased tone it was clear that he actually meant it. "A few more years of practice and you might actually kill me with that move."

"Uncle Fester." Wednesday greeted, in her usual monotone octave, as she sheathed her hidden blade once more. "What brings you to Nevermore?"

"Oh you know, the usual. A bank heist went bad and now I need to lay low again for a bit. I figured I'd visit you while I did."

The goth sighed and asked, '"Why do you even rob banks at all? You're fabulously wealthy already."

"Because it's fun."

Wednesday let loose an exhausted sigh and shook her head with clear exasperation. "You and Harry have far too much in common. He claims to rile me up for the same reasons."

That got the bald man's attention at once. "Harry? Your new beau? Oh Gomez and Morticia have been singing his praises to high heaven. Is it true your mother severed his spine and he didn't make a sound?"

"More or less." She still wasn't fond of that memory and her hand wrapped around her umbrella handle once more to show it. She'd never considered herself a girl averse to pain, but seeing Harry in agony that she herself had not caused had been a horrendous experience. "Are you planning something similar?"

"Not at all… well maybe a bit of poison slipped into his drink to check his constitution."

"Nothing lethal. I reserve that right for myself in the case that he someday displeases me."

"Perfect. I have to meet him. Is he around?"

"I suppose I can summon him without issue for you." The girl knew from experience that her favorite uncle wouldn't be put off after having such an idea. So she held her arm out level with her shoulder and a few seconds later the snowy form of Hedwig descended from the sky to land on it. Wednesday had no idea of the bird's hunting schedule, but somehow she always seemed to be on hand when she had need of her. The goth rubbed the snow white chest feathers for a few seconds before asking, "Could you bring your master here? There's someone that wants to meet him."

Hedwig stared imperiously down at the girl that had interrupted her hunt for a while, as if judging whether or not the request was worthy of her time, before finally nodding decisively and flapping away. As she did, the bird decided to make her master transfigure a snake into a stuffed turkey for her later as a reward for the inconvenience.

Meanwhile Wednesday was moving her uncle aside a few steps. "We'll have about thirty seconds."

"Until what?" Fester blinked. "And why are you moving me away?"

"Because I don't want Harry to apparate right on top of you. Hedwig will give him my exact position through their familiar bond and he'll teleport over. I'm not sure what would happen were you two to be in the same place then but I assume it would not be good."

"It could be a fun experiment though."

"Uncle, Harry pleases me, and I would be very 'dis'pleased were you to get in the way of him continuing to do so."

"Message received loud and clear. Damn, but you're just as territorial as Tish."

Any further conversation on the subject was suddenly disjointed by the popping sound of Harry apparating into the clearing ahead of them. "Wednesday!" The Brit ecstatically crossed the ground and pulled the shorter girl into a hug. Fester couldn't have missed the way her cheeks heated at the gesture if he'd tried, though he was rather impressed that her face didn't otherwise twitch a single muscle. "Hedwig said you needed me. What's up?"

Wednesday, without breaking his hold on her (the only gesture she would make to show she enjoyed being held) reached up with one hand and tilted his chin in the direction of her impromptu guest. "Harry, I'd like you to meet my Uncle Fester. He's visiting for the day."

Harry blinked and shuffled over to a couple feet from the other man, gently lifting his girlfriend with him. She was just so cuddly when she was trying to be serious. "Fester? Fester Addams?"

"One and the same." Fester grinned.

"Ever spend some time in Tibet?"

"Oh? You've been? How is the Grandmaster?"

Harry kissed Wednesday, clutched her close, and then clenched his core, rotated them both, and sent a roundhouse kick right into Fester's face, sending the other man careening over the leaf covered ground while he settled back upon his feet with his girlfriend before him.

As her uncle groaned below, Wednesday nearly giggled. God, but she loved it when her man got violent; and kissing her right before the destructive act itself… it was a little early in the day for foreplay, but she decided to definitely don her catsuit for him the moment he got her back to the dorms.

"Harry," she rested her cheek on her boyfriend's chest as she watched Fester gingerly reclaim her feet, "Not that I don't love to see you dominate other men, but why did you attack my uncle out of the blue?"

"Just a promise I made to an old man. I'm good now. Alright there, Fester?"

The bald man kipped back to his feet and chuckled darkly. "Oh of course. I had an iron plate grafted into the right side of my skull back in '85. But that kick… I take it the Grandmaster is still a bit annoyed that I escaped his monastery?"

"A bit." Harry nodded. "The good news is that I've officially followed his directive so we're good going forward." He held out his hand, "Harry Potter."

Fester shook his hand and together all three of them began walking back through the woods, chatting about the intricacies of their lives and the various illegal acts they'd gotten up to in the course of them. After a while, the bald man blinked at a particularly juicy bit of information. "So it was you and your father that knocked over the bank of Juarez? Color me impressed. I wanted to hit it myself but by the time I got there the Federales were already out in force."

Harry smiled fondly at the memory and nuzzled his girlfriend's hair, delighting in the fact that she let him do so. "Well we didn't set out to rob the bank. It just sort of happened."

Wednesday looked up at him and asked, "How does robbing a bank just 'happen'?"

"Sirius got drunk, porked a local Cartel Jefe's mistress, and the guy sent a crew into our hotel to steal our passports in retribution. Just turned out the guy was stashing them along with his laundered drug earnings, in gold of course, in the same bank. After my old man sobered up we threw on some invisibility cloaks and liberated both from him. The Federales used the opportunity the break in provided to run a raid on the place and the rest is history."

Wednesday let out a breath of astonishment. "So that's why all the bathrooms in your house have solid gold toilets."

"Seemed a better use for the stuff than whatever illegal shit that Jefe would have gotten down to. So how long are you in town for, Fester?"

"Not long." The gaunt man answered. "I'll head out in the morning. I just need to lay low until the police move on out of the state after my false trail."

"Op went bad?"

"Something like that."

"You could always stay at my place instead of a cramped dorm. Hell, stay the week."

"Really?"

"Yeah, my old man could use a friend while I'm at school. He spends all his free time mooning over Principle Weems and he needs to get out more."

Wednesday allowed a slight curl of her lip as she noted, "I suppose that'll mean you need to stay 'elsewhere' during that visit?"

"That was my idea." He teased back, nipping her ear fondly. "Think there's room for a sleeping bag in your dorm?"

"I think a better option would be pushing mine and Enid's beds into one so we can all sleep together."

As the teenagers kept walking down the path, Fester allowed himself a moment to shake his head fondly at the sight of the younger generation. They really were far too much like Gomez and Morticia. The Addams' definitely knew how to pick them. But he was looking forward to finally meeting this Sirius fellow. To hear his brother tell it, the Black Lord could put down Whiskey like no other, and Fester couldn't wait to see if someone could finally take the belt from himself in a contest. Maybe his little detour could end with making a new friend.