15. Two More
Harry and Hermione were shaking their heads. "Bad idea. We'll go after the horcruxes only after you get a bit more time to recuperate!" Harry said forcefully. "You haven't been eating or sleeping regularly for who knows how long. We need you at your best when we go for them!"
"The one hidden in the Room had a powerful compulsion charm on it," Hermione explained. "If you don't have someone with you, it might catch you. Plus, there were other charms, too — it will fight you."
"We both have to go with you," Harry concluded.
"But this does make it easier," Hermione said. "You can apparate to places, which will save us having to walk, take a taxi, or the Knight Bus."
He stared at her. "You weren't planning on doing this by yourselves, were you? What about the Trace? The moment you use any magic, the Ministry will know."
Harry grinned. "That was one of the curse-breaking chores we did. According to the books, it's put on any child who gets a wand in Diagon Alley, or receives a Hogwarts letter." He shrugged at Sirius' surprised look. "It took us a while to tease it out of our other magic, but once we did it was easy to dismiss. We had to disable the alert on it to notify the Ministry if it was removed before the person reached legal majority, first, but that didn't take much work. Anyone who had serious curse-breaking training could do that."
"In a couple of weeks, we'll see how much you've recovered and take it from there," Hermione concluded.
Harry waved at the practice manikins. "In the meantime, you can practice your casting and get back into shape while we study."
Sirius didn't like that, but he had to agree he wasn't in the greatest shape, either physically or mentally.
It took a bit more time to convince him that they needed to accompany him, but they finally succeeded.
"We know there aren't any other Horcruxes near Hogwarts," Hermione said, "they're all to the south. I suggest we start with London when you're in better health." She looked at Sirius. "Is there somewhere we can go that won't draw any notice to us? I mean, carrying around Voldemouse will make us rather obvious, even if we illusion the block as something else."
He frowned as he thought. "Well, my family home is in London," he made an expression of disgust, "we could go to the park across the street where there's a Muggle blind-spot and get a reading there. Then there's an alley not far from The Leaky Cauldron entrance where we could get a second one. And there's an alley that's not far from the surface entrance to the Ministry." He gave them a hopeful look.
Hermione nodded. "The line from Hogwarts isn't pointed at the London, but goes through Northumberland, Durham, Yorkshire, Lincolnshire, Cambridge, and Essex. Depending on how far it is from London, any of those three locations will help."
"We'll attract less attention at the park than the other alleys, so we can go there first," Sirius suggested.
They discussed things a bit longer, then took turns playing chess with him. The game made for a good test on his thinking abilities. Especially the speed-games, where each player only had ten seconds to decide on a move. He lost every game, but he was gradually improving as he remembered more and more about the game.
To say he was astonished by their Beach "Day" would be another understatement. They discussed a bit more of Harry's and Hermione's experiences since discovering the Room. They spent part of the day converting Sirius' trunk to match theirs in inside expansion. As they had with theirs, they took samples from Hogwarts to create duplicates for him furnish his new apartment. He would never have to stay anywhere without having a safe, comfortable apartment to live in.
They made sure to include the special spells for the highly-unlikely event of the expansion-spells somehow failing. If those spells did fail, the magic released by the collapsing field would power special runes to shrink everything inside the trunk to fit the smaller space so that there were no outward signs that anything had gone wrong — and nothing got destroyed. If outside the trunk was safe, anyone inside the trunk would be placed outside. If the outside wasn't safe, the person, or persons, would be put in stasis and shrunk with the rest of the items in the apartment. When it was safe to move, the runes would place the person, or persons, outside the trunk, and finite the spells on them.
Sunday in the castle, Sirius had spent in the Chamber of Secrets so the house-elves could access the Room, if they needed to do so. Which was what they planned for Sirius to do from now on — days in the Chamber, nights with Harry and Hermione in the Room.
Meanwhile, having wrapped the presents while in the Room, Harry and Hermione delivered Dobby's present to him while in the kitchens, to the shock of the other elves. Unfortunately, that was when Hermione discovered Winky's drunkenness — which explained the butterbeer bottles accumulating in the Room of Abandoned Things. Her argument with the house-elves had them rushing the trio out of the kitchens.
The trio spent some of the day outside flying. Ron was enjoying having his own broom — especially one that looked and behaved as if it were brand-new while being used. Harry was enjoying the lack of bickering between his two friends as one concentrated on staying on her broom and the other was too busy practicing fancy flying moves.
They used a lot of warming charms.
They noticed Hagrid digging in his garden and Madame Maxime briefly talking with him.
That night, in the Room, they continued their studies in the "mornings" while Sirius worked at restoring some of his rusty wand-skills. In the "afternoons", they worked on their other projects and took turns at repairing the Vanishing Cabinet. The Professor had shown them the exact spells that made Vanishing Cabinets work, and the special wood used to make them. Casting reparo on the destroyed sections made non-magical versions of that wood, which had to slowly absorb magic from the surrounding wood. Only when the entire cabinet was magical, and undamaged, would it work properly.
Throwing more magic at it helped speed that up, but not by much.
Still every little bit helped.
Monday in the castle started with a surprise. While Hermione had started a subscription to The Daily Prophet, and today was the first day it should arrive, seven owls winged their way to her, not one.
The first was an insulting letter stating Harry could do better than her. So were the rest. Fortunately, just as she reached for the last letter, she stopped and stared at her ring. It was one of the three sets she and Harry had made as one of their rune projects. The ring was a lioness wrapped around her finger, with two tiny gems for eyes. Both eyes had a slight glow.
She jerked her hand back from the letter, and the glow went out.
Then she slowly extended it again, and the glow returned.
Slowly, she held up her hand started waving it at the Head Table. "Professor McGonagall!" she called out. "Professor McGonagall!" she repeated.
The Professor stood and headed for them. She knew Hermione would never frivolously call for her help.
Hermione looked at Harry and wriggled her fingers.
He pressed his lips together, frowning, and slowly extended his hand to the letter. His ring's gems, the eyes of a lion, also glowed. He scowled.
The rings had three different checks. One eye glowed red for poisons; the other glowed yellow for substances added that were unusual, like the pranks that the Twins liked to play on Ron; and both glowed for harmful substances.
The rings also heated up and vibrated, in case the wearer was looking elsewhere.
This was actually their first real-life indication that they worked.
"What seems to be the problem?" The Professor said as she walked up.
Hermione pointed at the letter still on the table, the opened others scattered around it. "I think there's something wrong with that."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow, but took out her wand and cast a standard detection spell. Her expression darkened, and she cast a second spell. "Undiluted bubotuber pus," she said with a disgusted look. "I will take care of this!" she stated firmly.
She started to leave, but Harry stopped her. "If Hogwarts is the safest place in all of England," he quietly said, "why don't the spells that make it so prevent this kind of owl-mail from being delivered?" He glanced at her wand. "Why wait until it is actually delivered and could possibly hurt a student before casting a detection spell?" He looked up at the owl-window.
"I mean, what if someone sent an owl with a vanishing curse for whomever opened the letter?"
Ron had been reading the other letters and decided to back Harry up. "Look at this one," he said brandishing one of the letters. 'I read in Witch Weekly," he read out loud, "about how you, a Muggle-born, think you are good enough for Harry Potter! Our Saviour deserves much better, and I will be sending you a curse by next post as soon as I can find a big enough envelope.' Blimey, Hermione'd better watch out for herself."
Harry glanced at the Head Table, and Dumbledore. "It can't be that hard to put a spell on the owl-window, can it? Or is it beyond the Headmaster's skill?"
McGonagall gave him a startled look, then looked at the Headmaster who was watching them.
She looked back at Harry, "I will mention it to the Headmaster," she said, somewhat frostily at his dig at Dumbledore. She reached over and took the letter that Ron had just read, and headed for the Head Table with both.
Later, they found that Hagrid digging in his garden had been preparation for their lesson on nifflers. Ron, predictably, got upset at discovering the gold he had given Harry at the World Cup had been leprechaun gold, and had vanished. Ron was in a snit for the rest of the day.
Each day after that, more hate-mail arrived. Fortunately, no one else sent curses through the owl-mail. Or else Dumbledore had done something to prevent owls from delivering cursed mail. That he hadn't also stopped howlers was another disappointment to Harry.
Both Harry and Hermione groused about it. "Why can't the Headmaster just put up an owl-redirect spell at the edge of Hogwarts that makes owls with howlers return them to the sender?" Harry said rather loudly. "No parent would let a stranger march up to their child and scream at them the way a howler does. And any parent who would publicly embarrass their child with one is clearly into child-abuse." He paused a moment. "That isn't beyond the Headmaster's abilities, is it? Or does he like seeing children publicly abused and humiliated?" He got startled glances from nearby Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Even a couple of the Ravenclaws got puzzled looks or stared at the Headmaster speculatively.
He and Hermione pretended not to see the Headmaster staring at them, frowning slightly.
It was apparent he had listening charms cast at their position at the Gryffindor table.
.o\O/o.
Friday, Luna guided an older Ravenclaw to the Gryffindor table. She stopped behind Hermione, leaned down close, and whispered into her ear, "Room?" She raised her eyebrows.
Both Harry and Hermione stiffened and looked at each other. The name over the girl's head was "Suzanne Dunn, Suzie" It had been years, their time, since Hermione had mentioned that variation of Susie.
After frowning a moment, Hermione scooted over to give them both room. The new girl sat beside Harry while Luna sat between her and Hermione.
She had a fair complexion, with brunette hair, blue eyes, and heart-shaped lips.
Luna leaned forward and started filling her plate. Suzanne slowly followed her lead.
"Suzanne," Luna said conversationally, "has been plagued by nargles since First Year — she's studying for her NEWTs and is really stressed."
"I told her you could help her," Luna looked up from her plate, "make fluttering cheripods, if she wanted, which would make her feel much better. I said that your Quidditch bat would chase away all thoughts about the blibbering humdingers, dabbleblimps, and floating blowguards . . . and leave her completely relaxed." Luna smirked. "That you'd make her NEWTs the last things she'd think about for a short time."
Suzanne just stared at her plate and blushed.
Hermione leaned forward. "Which NEWTs are you worried about the most?"
Suzanne looked over at her and sighed. "Charms and Transfiguration."
Hermione slowly nodded and narrowed her eyes "Theoretical or practical?"
"Practical for both."
Hermione's frown deepened, she pursed her lips, and resumed eating for a moment, thinking.
Luna looked over at Harry with her big eyes. "You wouldn't mind helping, would you?"
He glanced past her to Hermione. He had to take a drink for his suddenly dry throat. "If Hermione doesn't mind, then sure."
Luna squealed and clapped her hands.
Hermione looked over at Suzanne, "Did you get your wand from Ollivanders?"
Suzanne shook her head. "It's my Grandmother Dunn's."
Hermione glanced at Harry and sighed.
A moment later, Hermione jumped as Luna elbowed her. "You'll help, right?" Luna said.
Scowling a bit at Luna for elbowing her, she said, "Oh, yes, we'll help."
Suzanne gave all three of them an incredulous look, blushed brightly, then turned her attention to her breakfast.
As they were getting up for classes, Hermione said, "How about this evening half-an-hour after dinner?"
Suzanne gave her a wide-eyed look, blinked, and nodded, hesitantly.
Luna grabbed her arm, giggled, and stage-whispered, "This'll be so much fun!" Her eyes almost glittered like the Headmaster's. "You won't regret it!"
Hermione gave Luna a long look. "Meet us in the second-floor secret passage behind the painting of Edward Rabnott at six-thirty, okay?"
Luna nodded and giggled. "Three heads are better than one," she said.
.o\O/o.
Hermione hustled Harry out of dinner a bit early, then told him to wait for the girls at the portrait while she went ahead to set up the Room. She'd open the portal in the middle when they got close.
This time, the room was a bit different. There was a table with a box on it to one-side of the door as they went in. On the table were a dozen wands.
"First," Hermione said to Suzanne, who was staring at the bed with some trepidation, and blushing, "Take out your wand and cast a lumos."
Looking perplexed, the girl did as ordered — Hermione was still quite a bit bossy.
"Now," she said, "I want you to pick up each of these wands and see how hard it is to cast a lumos."
"Where did you get the wands?" Suzanne said somewhat suspiciously.
Hermione sighed. "The house-elves told me that these wands were lost or abandoned in the castle over the last thousand years."
The girl slowly nodded. At Hermione's gesture to hurry up, she stepped over to the table and picked up the rightmost wand. She frowned at it, shook her head, then said, "Lumos!" She pursed her lips at the tip barely flickered.
"That," she said as she put the wand back down, "was surprisingly difficult."
She slowly worked her way down the table. Two wands she gave a surprised look at before saying they were easier to use than her own wand.
When she finished, Hermione nodded firmly at her.
"Ollivander told me," she said officiously, "that the wand chooses the Wizard," she flashed a quick grin at Suzanne, "or Witch, in this case. Most Wizards and Witches can make almost any wand work with them, but only a wand that was matched to them will ever give them truly good results."
She glanced at the pocket in which Suzanne had placed her wand. "So, unless you are exactly like your grandmother, using her wand is crippling your casting efforts." She looked the girl directly in the face. "Has you mother ever said you are exactly like you grandmother?"
Frowning, the other girl shook her head.
Hermione nodded again. "If you want to do well on your practicals, or at least better than you have been, you need a wand matched to you."
"But my parents said my grandmother's wand was good enough for me!"
Hermione shook her head. "The wand chooses the Witch, Ollivander, the wandmaker said, and that wand chose your grandmother, not you. And I think Ollivander knows more about wands than your parents."
Hermione sighed. "Your grandmother's wand deserves to be on a plaque in a place of honour with your family's other old wands. Ollivander would tell you to get a wand the chooses you." She paused. "Ron Weasley, our mate, used to use his brother Charlie's wand, which belonged to one of their uncles before that. It never worked right for him. Finally, in Second Year, it broke. When he got a new wand for Third Year, he said it was much easier to use, and his spells were more powerful."
Suzanne sighed.
"Do you have enough galleons to get a new wand?"
"Probably not," she said quietly.
Hermione nodded, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a handful of galleons — she had apparently prepared for such an answer. "Ollivander charges seven galleons for a new wand. Here's seven galleons." She held out her hand. "This is just a loan until you can pay me back after you leave Hogwarts and get a job. Go to Professor Flitwick when we finish in here, and tell him you are using a hereditary wand, and you think it is holding you back. Ask him if he can take you to Ollivanders for a new one."
She smiled. "I think you'll notice a big difference when you get one. It might not fix all your problems with casting, but it'll probably fix most of them."
Suzanne slowly reached out and Hermione dropped the coins into her cupped hands. She stared at the coins for a moment, then dropped them in her pocket. She sighed and looked around the room, again.
Luna sighed dramatically, grabbed the girl's arm, and started pulling her towards the bed.
Suzanne very reluctantly let herself be pulled.
Luna stopped and stared at her. "Don't you want to do this? I promise, you won't regret it. There aren't any blibbering humdingers, dabbleblimps, floating blowguards, and sleekit weetimorousbeasties in here, just fluttering cheripods!"
The girl shrugged timidly.
Luna stared over her head intently, then grinned, pulled her wand from behind her ear, and pointed it at the girl. "Confundo!" she declared. The charm flashed between them.
Harry's and Hermione's mouths dropped open.
Luna leaned closer to the girl. "Undress and put your robes on that bureau, then lie down on the bed with your legs spread!" she said mirthfully.
Suzanne stood blinking for a second, then started for the bed, pulling her robe up as she went.
"Luna!" Hermione hissed, livid at seeing the charm.
Before she could say more, Luna waved her hand back and forth in a "no" manner, then whispered, "I didn't really cast the charm, you can check and you'll see she hasn't been charmed at all."
Harry was already casting a detection charm, which came up negative for anything except for a mild dizziness spell so weak it wouldn't have affected a mouse — it was just enough to notice.
"She wants to do this, and now she thinks she can and it won't be her fault," Luna explained. "Besides, confundo doesn't work that way, we all know that." She gave Harry a mild push. "Now, you get over there and show her the most fun she's ever had in her life!"
Harry looked at Hermione. "She's right, that wasn't a confundo, and what it was, was barely enough to even be felt." He shrugged, "And a confundo is not gonna act like an imperius. She's taking off her robes because she wants to."
Suzanne watched with wide eyes as Harry came over and started disrobing. When she saw that his John Thomas poked out of his trousers all the way to his navel, she gasped and looked a bit frightened, but also flattered.
He obviously liked what he saw when looking at her. He smiled gently at her. "Nothing will happen that you don't want," he said softly. He glanced over at Luna and Hermione who were also disrobing. "They won't leave me high and dry if you change your mind."
Her eyes flickered over to look at the other two girls and she appeared to relax a bit.
Like Luna, he started with a kiss. After a few moments, as she started to respond, he worked his way to her ear, then down her neck and back up. Soon she was breathing a bit deeply, so he worked down to her chest. It was almost as large as Susan Bones'. He gave both mounds copious amounts of attention before returning to her mouth.
Unlike Luna, oral stimulation wasn't quite enough, yet. But it did prepare her for the next step, which she was anxious about, but in no way wanted to stop him. Her first climax came a bit later.
While she recovered her breath, and her sensitive parts slowly stopped being too sensitive, he took Luna and Hermione for a ride, both of whom were more than ready, and had had their own climaxes watching.
Sometime that "night" the Sexy Sweets came out and she discovered what it was like to host three John Thomases at once. She also discovered what it was like to be one of the three doing the thrusting into a hot, wet, welcoming orifice, as well as doing so solo.
Like Luna, they spent time between bouts talking about life, the universe, and the number forty-two.
Eventually, they fell asleep and then woke up much later.
"Enjoy your nap?" Harry said as her eyes fluttered when he slid inside her. After spending another hour playing, they adjourned to the shower.
"Merlin!" Suzanne said, staggering, "My legs barely work!"
While her legs would recover in a few minutes, the discomfort for so much sex would take much longer. Or, it would have if The Professor hadn't shown them how to brew a crème to solve that problem. They kept extra stock on-hand.
Luna had great fun massaging the crème into both Suzanne's more sensitive orifices, which included shoving her hand almost entirely inside the front one, and several fingers in the other.
Suzanne didn't seem to care, as long as it relieved the ache when they finished their fun. Which it did.
By the time they finished showering and dressing, she was walking normally.
No one would suspect she had spent most of the night in sexual debauchery.
After dressing, she pulled out her wand and cast tempus. Then stared, slackjawed at the result. "Six-fifty-seven!" she shouted. She looked at them shocked and wide-eyed. "That's impossible! We had to have been in here longer than half-an-hour!"
Harry suppressed a grin. They had been in the Room for nearly twelve "hours", but at the rate of twenty-four normal hours to one Room "hour".
Luna giggled. "I told you it would be unlike anything you could expect!"
Harry and Hermione just shrugged. After the last task, they would share the secret of the room with Luna. Although . . ..
Harry gave Hermione a long, narrow-eyed look. He glanced around the room, nodded at the other two girls, and raised his eyebrows.
She sighed and frowned in thought. Then nodded. Why hog the room from their friends? Ron might not be interested, but that didn't mean no one else was.
"When you get your new wand, Suzanne," she said, "tell us and we'll tell you both a secret that will guarantee you will get Exceeds Expectations or Outstandings on all your NEWTs, Suzanne, and your OWLs, Luna."
Now both girls were giving them bug-eye looks, although it was more difficult to tell with Luna's normal protruding eyes.
"Really?" breathed Luna.
Hermione nodded. "No reason not to, actually." She glanced at Harry. "It's not as if we're always using it, now, is it?"
"We can work out a schedule, if we have to," Harry said, shrugging.
As soon as they were in the secret passage, Luna grabbed Suzanne's hand and started dragging her to the fourth floor. After a moment, Suzanne was getting ahead of her. The sooner she saw Flitwick, the sooner she would get a new wand, and get the secret to getting Outstandings!
.o\O/o.
The next day, at lunch, Suzanne and Luna joined them. Suzanne was ecstatic at her new wand. "It feels so different!" she declared happily. "And the spells come so much quicker and more powerful!"
"So, what's the secret?" Luna said conspiratorially.
Hermione looked at Harry and shrugged.
Harry sighed and looked over at his former "best" mate. "Hey, Ron? I promised to help Luna with some spells and she'd like to do that this afternoon. Wanna help?"
Ron frowned as he chewed. He didn't appear too enthusiastic.
Harry could almost read what he was thinking, He wouldn't be learning any new spells, so nothing exciting . . . just revising spells he already knew.
He sighed and looked out at the sunny sky outside. "Could I borrow your broom, instead?"
Harry nodded. "Sure."
Twenty minutes later, after a suitable time wandering in the castle's hidden passages, Hermione opened the door to their "secret" trysting room. This time, there was an additional door to one side. That door was open, the three newcomers saw, and Hermione was beckoning them to come over.
Walking through that door to see the classroom, duelling area, lounge area, and three open doors leading to what were obviously sleeping quarters left them slack-jawed
"Welcome to the Room of Requirement!" Hermione said, waving her arms grandly to indicate the room they were in. "It can become anything you want; this is our work area preparing for the Tournament Tasks."
Hermione grinned at the girls' amazed expressions. "I opened the Room, this time, so I control it." She took a breath. "Before we explore that, let me introduce you to The Professor . . . Professor Hogwarts!"
The figure that had been standing with its back to them, which the other two girls had thought was a manikin from its stillness, turned to face them.
"The Professor, as we call it, has decided to present itself as a female because it believes that will make us feel more comfortable," Hermione said, leading them over to the classroom area. "We call it The Professor when we're in the Castle proper, that way anyone who might overhear us assumes we're talking about a regular professor.
"Professor, these two are Luna Lovegood, a Third-year and Suzanne Dunn, a Seventh-year. Luna would like to score Outstandings on her OWLs, and Suzanne wants the same for her NEWTs. Suzanne also just replaced her inherited wand with one she bought at Ollivanders." She paused. "I figure that two weeks this afternoon in five hours would let Suzanne revise her first three years, while that would catch up Luna to present and get a bit ahead for this year."
The Professor nodded. "Yes, that is doable . . . I presume you would want the same format as before, four days of studying, one day at the beach?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes," she said.
"Wait," Suzanne said, "Did you say two weeks in five hours?"
Meanwhile, Luna was squealing, "Beach!?"
Hermione grinned widely. "That's right, this room can squeeze time. For every twenty-one minutes that passes outside this room, right now, we get a full day, twenty-four hours."
Harry grinned at Luna. "Yep, we can make this room into a beach."
"But first, Luna, Suzanne, The Professor needs to assess what you know. Plus, Suzanne, this will also give you chance to get used to your new wand."
They both nodded, with Luna pouting at not getting to see the beach, yet.
They both blinked at the two Professors standing in front of them, and waving them to follow them. Just as The Professor had done with Harry and Hermione, both girls started going through the spells they knew, and the theory behind why those spells worked the way they did — and each was silenced and hidden behind a grey fog from the other.
Harry looked at Hermione. "Now what?"
She shrugged. "I guess we're going to finish Astronomy, Divination, History of Magic, Muggle Studies sooner than we planned." She sighed. "Maybe we could use the time to make a rune-trap for Riddle? If you managed to kill his body again, maybe we could capture his wraith and then it wouldn't matter if we found all the horcruxes or not."
Harry ran his hand through his hair and nodded. "Yeah, that might work."
"We'll ask The Professor."
The Professor cleared thier throat, and they looked at a third Professor in front of a third blackboard, with two desks in front of her/him.
"Guess that's our cue," Hermione said dryly.
At lunch, both girls were making progress, and Suzanne especially with her new wand. "It is just so much better!" she said looking at it and turning it over in her hands, "So much smoother when I'm casting."
She glanced up at Harry and Hermione. "Thank you soo much for telling me about 'the wand choosing the witch' and pushing me to get a new wand." She put her hand on Hermione's hand on the table. "I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I can!"
Hermione smiled, "There's no hurry."
By the time dinner came, both girls were tired, but happy, at their revision work. Just like Harry and Hermione, based on their "day's" progress, revising for Luna and Suzie was on schedule to take about one "week" per revised year for D.A.D.A., Charms, Transfiguration, and Herbology.
They decided to relax and show Harry and Hermione their appreciation in bed that "evening" and "night". The bed was triple in size when they entered the bedroom.
The next morning, the other two bedrooms had disappeared.
Harry figured he had to be the luckiest bloke in the castle, if not all of England! Especially when the Luna and Hermione decided that "morning" that robes were unnecessary. Hesitantly, at first, Suzanne joined them.
The Professor worked the two girls through their First Year of revision without a problem while Harry and Hermione worked on their classes and creating a rune-sequence to trap Riddle — that was slow going.
The pool and beach on their fifth day left the two girls gobsmacked. Harry and Hermione showed off their transfiguration and animagi skills, and relayed what Marchbanks had said about extra credit for them. Both girls decided that both would be worthwhile goals — and with the Room's time compression ability, Suzanne was assured she could do it. Luna, naturally had plenty of time, but she had made the decision to try for her OWLs at the end of this year.
The second and third "weeks" they covered their Second and Third years, With Luna's revising catching up with her classmates and starting on new material for the remainder of her Third-year for those classes.
During their second Beach "day", Luna had asked if she could bring in Ginny. Ginny was, after all, a good friend of hers and it didn't seem right to leave her out.
"I don't mind," Suzanne had said, "As long as I get a little stress relief when I need it." She had looked at Harry and smirked. "After my NEWTs I may rent a room at The Three Broomsticks every Hogsmeade weekend until you leave Hogwarts, though." She had reached down and gave him a light tug.
That had precipitated a long pause in the conversation.
"I don't know," Harry reluctantly had said, later. "With the crush Ginny has on me, I'm not sure how she'd react to . . . this," he had said waving his arm to indicate the three girls — all of whom had had the evidence of what they just finished doing slowly dripping down their legs. "The last thing we need is jealousy to come up."
Luna had grinned, "She won't mind, we promised to share if either of us married you — so she certainly won't complain if we share you while you aren't married."
Harry had frowned at her. "Are you sure?"
She had nodded happily.
He had looked at Hermione, who had been lightly chewing her lower lip staring at the waves crashing on the beach. She had smirked and looked at Harry. "It's your call," she finally had said as she glanced down. "But by your reaction, there, I think I know what you want to do!" She had grinned.
He had sighed.
Luna had bouncing excitedly.
"Okay, just make sure she understands that Hermione is in charge, and if she wants to join us in bed, it's because you three agreed to share." He had given them a significant look before looking out at the beach.
Then it was time to return to the Castle.
Before they exited the Room, however, Harry said "We'll do this again, tomorrow, right? We'll meet up at the painting of Edward Rabnott at one?"
Everyone agreed.
He looked at Luna. "And you'll make sure Ginny understands that you invited her, and that you're preparing for your OWLs in June?"
She nodded and hopped excitedly.
A few moments later, they were back in the castle, proper, coming out of a random, empty classroom.
That night, Harry and Hermione spent only one "day" in the Room with Padfoot, after explaining their afternoon. They were at the beach, of course.
They decided that would be the plan until they saw how things would go with the other girls.
.o\O/o.
Luna showed up with Ginny, who looked extremely nervous even before she saw that Harry was waiting with Suzanne, who had asked them to call her Suzie, just inside Rabnott's hidden passage. They headed further in until they reached the spot the door normally appeared, which did so as soon as they were close to it. Hermione always fixed it so the passage-door only appeared to those who had already been in the Room of Requirement . . . just in case they were followed or another student happened to go through the passage while they were in it, too.
This time, the three girls started revising Potions from their first year while Harry and Hermione continued on their classes and projects.
Ginny was just as nervous at lunch and dinner. The Professor led her aside after dinner, though. S/he wanted to take two hours each evening to assess her abilities in the other subjects until she caught up with the other two girls.
The others decided to play gobstones to relax before hitting bed. Ginny did join them in the game two hours later, looking very tired, but happy.
Harry, at first, thought she might use the other bedroom. He was surprised, however, to see her come into the group bedroom with them later that evening. He was further surprised when, after thoroughly embarrassing the girl making sure she knew the contraceptive spell, Hermione started to usher the other girls out of the room.
"No," Luna said, "I'll stay." She glanced at Ginny. "We promised to share, and I want to reassure her that there won't be any blibbering humdingers, dabbleblimps, floating blowguards, or sleekit weetimorousbeasties interfering."
Ginny was stiff, at first, and reluctant to disrobe, but seeing Luna almost fling her robes off, she slowly removed hers. Seeing Harry nude for the first time had her nervously almost falling off the bed when he climbed onto it.
It took a few minutes of kissing before she began to relax. Apparently, she and Luna had practiced kissing when they were younger.
She was still startled when he finally worked his way lower. Her climax made it easier for her to decide to go all the way.
She didn't regret it. When she finally cried, "Enough!" he switched over to Luna, who had been eagerly waiting. He didn't notice the other two girls coming in until they started to climb onto the bed.
With four girls vying for his attention, he got far less sleep that night than any of them. He decided it was well-worth the lost sleep,
Revising Potions took Luna and Ginny all the way to the actual Potion that they would do that coming week in Snape's class. Suzie, of course, finished all her Third-year classes.
History of Magic, Astronomy, and Potions likewise take about a year per "week" with Potions taking the most time. Thus, Saturday and Sunday took the first three school years for all three of them. They didn't need to have a heavy schedule after that. Luna only needed the rest of her Third-year, then Fourth- and Fifth years, which, if she progressed at the same rate as Harry and Hermione had, would take only thirty "weeks".
The same was true for Suzie.
That meant that starting the next day, Monday, the three girls would need only five Room "days" every other Castle day — one-and-a-half hours of real-time — in the afternoons or evenings. They would alternate the afternoons and evenings so other students wouldn't notice them regularly disappearing at the same time.
They would have plenty of time to prepare for their OWLs and NEWTs.
With the spare time available, Suzie decided to pick up Arithmancy and Runes.
Harry and Hermione resumed their studies in the Room after curfew, and left the girls to their afternoon or evening Room hours. They had Dobby pop the two into the Room on the girls' Beach "Day" for Harry to their "stress".
The girls seemed as addicted to shagging as much as Harry was. Harry and Hermione thought that maybe his Death Agent had "enhanced" things before sending Harry back, especially in view of his comment to shag as many girls as possible.
Hermione did admit that having the other girls there for Harry made her feel better about passing out or falling asleep while Harry was still able and willing to continue.
It was, Harry decided, good to be Harry.
Because the Room was now going to be used every other evening, or afternoon, depending on when their classes let out of it it was a weekend, Dobby happily agreed to always have the Room prepped and ready whenever the three girls wanted to use it. That way, Hermione didn't have to set aside that time for that daily chore.
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