The three had made it unnoticed to the Tower and after answering the question made their way inside. Thankfully none of their fellow housemates were in their common room having gone to their rooms to finish eating and studying instead of just sitting around like Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs. Hermione was recovered enough to walk mostly on her own, but the ritual while empowering had left her feeling somewhat lethargic as her body had adapted to the enhancements. Tonks was however a different matter.

So it was that while Hermione was still holding onto Harry as they ascended the stairs, that he was carrying the metamorphmagus as she snuggled sleepily against him. In fact she was acting a little bit drunk in her levels of lowered inhibitions and had let her hands wander while they walked and despite her conscious notions didn't mind which of her saviors she was touching or more accurately groping.

When the three made it to his room he set the remarkably limp form of Nymphadora on the bed. Hermione started to do some stretches as soon as she could to make sure everything was alright as well as prevent the excess tension from building up. The alteration to bone, ligaments, tendons and muscles required stretching to let them settle nicely or she would have cramped muscles that would move stiffly for a while. As a speed fighter that would be detrimental as while the ritual had increased her strength she was used to reacting fast and the slowdown would be bad when they went hunting.

'Something I can look forward to more now,' Hermione thought as she went through her stretches having shed most of her clothes to allow more movement. 'I finally made my first kill and despite what my younger self would believe I do not feel sadden merely content though if it will be the same with a human I don't know yet even if I have watched people die. How nice it is that physical activities seem almost as calming as studying or meditation, because my temper has been harder to control than when I was younger. Still there is no way that I will let those two boys get away with what they did. Though their idiocy is not enough that I don't think harry or the others would simply arrange an accident for them. Still we need to talk with Tonks anyways. To think that an older girl would crumple like that after such a slight experience is offsetting as I don't think that I am that experienced though Anne seems to be able to take a Harry treatment more and for longer. Something else to work on I suppose. To think that males here are even more dysfunctional than muggles seems strange and that Tonks almost thought it was normal for wizards to demand from witches below their supposed station. How medieval can this place truly be? Although with there at first quaint appearance it might not be that startling on second thought. A culture truly held in isolation and yet still must react and act with outsiders. It would be interesting to study if they were not so dangerous.'

As Hermione went about her inner thoughts while stretching out the kinks in her movements and in part hope to work her kinks in action later, Harry was going over several diagnostic spells to see what he could ascertain from Tonks. He had been tempted to catalog Hermione's exposure and the effects of increased rituals and their energies on her state, but to get a decent baseline for first effect had not been something that he had been certain of. Ambient exposure as well as other things had precluded it. Besides there was something about Hermione which had led him not to categorize her as a potential research subject instead a fellow researcher into the Arts.

"Tonks?" Harry questioned as he tried to get her more cognizant. "Are you feeling coherent yet?"

"Mrmble," Tonks sleepily said as she slowly moved about the bed. "Wha's id?"

"We still need to talk Ms. Tonks," Harry said somewhat coldly. "As much as I will grudgingly admit that your oath has eased some of my concerns there are other issues to discuss. Although it is mostly explaining things enough so that you don't investigate things, get yourself killed or worse get us exposed. Wizards are far from tolerant of anything they don't understand. I find them far too much closed minded as muggles as times."

"D' we 'av to, m'trd?" Tonks slurred as she curled further into the bed.

Harry sighed as he turned to glance at Hermione before looking back at Tonks. As much as he would prefer to have simply removed all trace of their actions from the scene and her mind there was a compulsion that he felt to include the woman. There was something there and it was quite unlike his feelings and instincts as well as reactions as Alice, Anne and Hermione pried their ways into his life, there was something different there and while not feeling like the familial bond between the two it did feel somewhat similar.

'Though given the odds of the interbreeding in this community is there really a chance that anyone who is not of direct muggle decent has some common ancestors?' Harry thought as he slowly lowered his guard and started to draw Tonks out of her sleepy cuddling. Far too much information is held by the families and given how tight lipped most sources seem to be outside of those wholly inaccurate books, there is a chance that most of what I need is hiding in plain sight. Now to get Tonks to be coherent enough to answer some questions and then I can hope to ride out the rest of the night. Man that experience is so making my libido harder to control.'

With that thought he began a subtle and slow series of movements that might seem like the beginnings of a rather sensual massage. Harry had learned that while a simple shower and stretches eased his mind into things there was the fact that physical sensations and as loath as he was to play with just anyone that a good quick euphoric rush helped. His own head having cleared from flying almost as much as the morning wakeup head. Still it was amazing how many areas and ways one could caress, stroke and kneed a person to make them relaxed without going for the major nervous centers let alone the pleasure centers of the body.

So as Hermione continued stretching in just panties, Harry slowly worked the tension out of Tonks who was relaxing into the experience. The slow movements teased the senses and eased the muscles while allowing the slow burn to continue to linger and again grow. Do to all of his previous situations Harry had in general not been the aggressor at least initially with any of the girls. He had drilled into himself to never be like the Dursley's and the only trait he would ever admit to sharing with them was a tendency to make the most out of a situation. The ready access to Hogsmeade instead of the hassle of owl orders would be useful as well as a different view on things.

'Why is it that despite how much he tries to act the cold hearted that he still can deep down care about people?' Hermione wondered as she started to move from simple if sensual stretches to contortions that would make most gymnasts if not contortionists green with envy. 'Despite all that he has done, he still has some compassion for the less fortunate though if it was from their own stupidity he tends to be less inclined to involve himself. Still that doesn't mean that he can't be callous and cold when the situation calls for it, and now to deal with the issues of how best to work with the situation. There is still the issue of how much to tell though given the oath we have there is little worry about that. She can't tell anyone, but there is a chance that she would work against his goals. Halloween of all nights to have another girl here will only lead to complications. Last year was hard enough not being able to do more than squirm after getting him to paddle me until I glowed before the four of us went down on each other. Tonks might be fun though and if she can make my finger feel that erect what else can she do. Still despite our needs I don't want to be like those boys and pressure her to just use her as a sex toy; although thankfully Harry at least is free with mouth and tongue so no more all night session leaving sore fingers for me.'

The series of calisthenics and contortions led to several positions that Hermione planned to utilize in the coming or cuming years as the case may be. Letting her mind drift as her body moved was something that helped her relax and she was grateful that unlike the other houses the private rooms made looking for closets only when one wanted the risk to be caught to excite. Her mind was well used to multitasking from her earlier schooling and letting her body go on auto as her eyes did likewise allowed her conscious mind more room to analyze and process. That she had been fanatic about learning things to improve memory retention and retrieval had led to a more than photographic recall. So as her mind went through scenarios, plans and ideas, Hermione's eyes observed as parts of her mind watched, critiqued and dissected both Harry's technique and how Tonks reacted. It would be useful later to compare techniques especially now that she was cognizant enough to ask for more.

"A pity that you two need to stop long enough to get this talk out of the way," Hermione said as she walked over and sat down next to the still panting Tonks. "So what do you really want to know?"

The first thought was thankfully not voiced by Nymphadora or nothing except pleasurable and pleasant activities would have occurred. The second one was at least somewhat thought out and didn't involve her getting more than teased to awareness and a rosy afterglow. There had been the realization that there would be time for that later and no matter how easily they had turned her on that she would regret giving them an inch or they would take a mile.

"Why?" Tonks said after forcing her more interesting thoughts down for a little while she hoped. "Why do that to the troll and more importantly how?"

"Well the troll was there and we took an opportunity," Hermione said snuggling next to her sweaty and disheveled form. "I guess your own issues were distracting enough not to pay too much attention to why I was there..."

"Weasley and Malfoy," Harry said simply still easing his hands to soothe Nymphadora's frazzled nerves. "How those two plan to get anywhere I do not know? Ignorant impudent and irrational to the extremes are the least of their flaws."

"You forget that they are both bigots and misogynists," Hermione said with a frown. "We need to find out if the vast majority of the so called Pure Blood males in society are so... foolish in their motions."

"Kipling?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Hermione said with a nod as she lay on her side next to them with Harry sitting on Tonks with his hands moving. "Where wizards get the notions they have I have to wonder. Considering that Wizarding society goes before the Victorian it seems odd that they would fixate on such a period."

"From what I have heard it follows to a simple thing," Harry said as Tonks let out a moan as she writhed under his attention. "A longer life and slower need to adapt allowed those in charge to pass on their notions for longer. Add that it is normally those who would be old if not retired are the ones shaping things it makes sense. Someone slowly worked in a strange set of values and from the looks of things it was in the Dark Ages and so a feudal system continues to this day."

"Yes," Tonks said in agreement. "That is exactly right. What mum taught me about it?"

"Tonks isn't an old name," Harry replied. "So I take it pure blood mother and half blood, muggleborn or even muggle father as they reckon things?"

"Yes," Tonks said with a pout as his hands stopped for a moment. "Mum was a Black though so there are certain advantages even if it will be a pain to get a promotion or advancement in the Ministry due to not being a Pureblood or having a suitably available Head of House. How mum succeeded with being kicked out of the family I don't know. Still there is more promotion for skill as an Auror than in the other areas. So why did you do what you did and I don't mean because it was an opportunity and like a Slytherin you took it?"

The two shared a look before saying in unison, "Our Art."

"Hmm... it looked like a ritual of some sort," Tonks said with a frown. "You do realize that any ritual dealing with blood is considered Dark by the Ministry and carries a hefty fine and time in Azkaban?"

"Wow they make an entire branch of Art illegal for unfounded reasons," Harry said rather sarcastically. "Can you believe that Hermione? The Ministry calls one of the most useful and socially necessary branches of magic illegal. What next legislating anyone who uses enhancement rituals as non humans?"

"Well," Tonks shuddered. "Some of the more ardent Pureblood want that though they want to be grandfathered in."

"So Blood Magic and most rituals unless sanctioned by the Ministry are illegal," Hermione said with a frown. "That means most of the more complex and useful magics leaving more and more charms and simple spells. No wonder there are so few experts in the higher arts. Potions less studied than it should be and alchemy practically relegated to old timers."

"Dumbledore worked with Flamel though," Harry said after a moment. "Why the twelve uses for dragon's blood are considered new when it was a mere rediscovery is disconcerting now isn't it?"

"Ministry and other idiocies destroying information," Hermione said with a fire in her eyes. "All it does is leave the people less prepared for things and it will lead to a magical Dark Age as wizards and witches become more sedate and slow witted! That the muggles are noticing real ghosts again and the like is an indicator to how things are going..."

"You don't think..." Harry begins to say trailing off as the implications sink in. "Considering their prejudices it is likely anything that is a rare ability will be vilified and declared dark. Our art is most likely one of those covered..."

"What is your art anyways?" Tonks asked through the renewed haze of pleasure.

"Do you really want to know Tonks?" Hermione said as she let her hands wander to join Harry's in their actions.

"Yes," Nymphadora said with a shudder.

"Well since you really want to know," Harry said with a shudder causing whisper. "I might as well tell you as long as you don't panic..."

"Promise us that you won't panic," Hermione said as she caressed Tonk's face. "You can do that for us can't you?"

"Yes," Nymphadora practically purred. "I won't panic just keep doing that..."

"Well since you promised," Hermione purred as she trailed her caresses down her sides. "We might as well tell you..."

"Our Art is quite powerful though it can seem callous at times," Harry said as he worked at the small of her back. "It grants us a rather significant physical and magical enhancement and that is just a side effect."

"There is the ways to gain knowledge and our allies to consider," Hermione said having slid her hands under to knead at Nymphadora's taunt mounds. "To think all of that for such a low price..."

"Of Sacrifice," Harry said causing a shudder to flow through her rubbing her against him. "A bit of blood is all it really requires. Life is a balance after all. So it goes without saying that sometimes things need to die for others to live and sometimes death happens without reason."

"It isn't really about death but life," Hermione said with her hands worked under Nymphadora's shirt. "It is such a misnomer really."

"Still the more memorable aspects do deal with death," Harry added as his hands finally reached to massage her perky butt. "To bring rest to the restless and motion to the motionless is at times a burden, but it is so worth it. Think about it call on ghosts for information or call the very forces of the dead to fight for you. Though I feel there is just something about the name... Necromancy. It just gives a happy feeling."

"You are saying that the two of you are Necromancers," Tonks said through the teasing and touching the two were doing. "There hasn't been one in a while at least in Britain. Oddly enough my mother's family, the Blacks, used to have quite a few necromancers in the family. There was even a preference for a necromancer to become Head of the Family regardless of line of succession."

"Black did you say?" Harry asked as something came to him. "Now where did I hear that before...?"

"Not from most of the teachers," Hermione said with a frown. "It was in the books about you though. Your godfather was Sirius Black, scion of the Noble and Ancient House of Black, who despite and in spite of the family was sorted to Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. He was disowned at least in some ways. According to that book he was your parents Secret Keeper and revealed them to the self stylized as a Dark Lord. It seems odd though..."

"Yes if my parents trusted him enough for that responsibility it makes little sense," Harry said with a frown. "The name is familiar for another reason though what was it?"

"I remember!" Nymphadora shouted in glee and pleasure. "Your grandmother was a Black..."

"So since Sirius Black is either dead or in prison and as scion was next Head there are more complications,"

Harry said with a feral grin. "If I recall if a godparent dies without issue, their assets pass to their godchild. As for another family member contesting there is a blood connection and the trump..."

"So our dear future Lord Black what do you plan to do with this information?" Hermione asked. "More resources will make things even easier."

"You forget that it might make staying completely out from either the Ministries or the Headmasters control more likely," Harry said with a smirk as Tonk's began to shudder again. "I trust neither of them given the evidence that I have gathered. Someone interfered in placing me there and made sure that any attempts by the muggle authorities ended without change. Later information extraction revealed memory charms and a piss poor attempt to sterilize the records as only the paper copies were dealt with, but as the witnesses had no memories of what they witnessed the cases were buried."

"Who would do that?" Nymphadora questioned while falling further and further under their caresses. "It doesn't make any sense..."

"I suspect that whoever it was wouldn't believe that those people could act like that," Harry said as he finally finished working down and then back up her legs to massage her ass. "My main suspect is our beloved Headmaster as he likely did so thinking that family wouldn't do that as it is anathema to do such in Wizarding culture. He did likely wish to keep me from the threat of whichever Death Eaters managed to worm their way out of Azkaban. Sadly things could have been worse however since getting those things settled requires going to Gringott's that merely means that we will have to go during the Hols."

"Your thinking of taking her with you?" Hermione asked as she worked Tonks front as Harry kept working on her behind. "So what little plan do you have in place now? I can tell that you are thinking of something and it has to do with the practically mewling witch between us..."

"A new Head could reinstate her mother and acknowledge the marriage thus freeing the more restrictions from Tonks future," Harry said with a smirk. "Now while Nymphadora here would be quite happy and it would give us a favorable connection that doesn't mean that we would use it or her with so little regard."

"You are definitely becoming less of a callous and cold man," Hermione said as her fingers moved to check on a suspicion. "We have a randy witch almost begging for some fun and you actually are likely to not go cold shoulder on her."

"Well it is that time of the year," Harry said in explanation. "Although you have helped me realize that all work and no play makes me cranky and unable to focus."

"True," Hermione said with a smirk as she caused Tonks to gasp before leaning close and whispering in a purr, "So how far are you willing to go? We wouldn't want to be like those prats now would we?"

'How could these two be anything like them,' Tonks thought in confusion as she felt Harry ease up enough to form coherent thoughts. 'The prats would be more concerned with how they can use me to feel better than how I feel. Considering that I have gotten off more times so far than I have in a week, I feel a little more likely to indulge in well... practically anything they want. Besides what upset me wasn't that they wanted me to shift, but that they didn't care if I got anything out of it. I'm a teenager I want to experiment! Just means that those boys are never getting a date let alone anything more. I want to try things with both of them and despite kissing practice never had the same... umph as this. The thing is would they think badly or would they accept me?'

As Nymphadora was struggling to answer as questions on how they would react to her sudden decrease in inhibitions due to the heightened levels of trust and lust, Harry and Hermione were trying to find a way not to simply tear all of their clothes off and rut like wild animals. Harry himself had started to slowly grind against Dora's perky rear while Hermione was trying to not shove her fingers to far into her as she rubbed her soaked panties against Tonk's leg.

"Well it feels like your rear is rather relaxed," Harry said with a shudder as his arousal slid between her covered cheeks. "Still it wouldn't do not to be thorough and only massage one side completely. Hermione do you mind helping me turn our new friend over?"

"Not at all Harry," Hermione purred as her hands found a good purchase to coax her over. "It is hard to reach anything with her lying on her stomach so. It might have been easier if she was partially inclined..."

"Next time," Harry chided as he ran his hands around her hips and waist while sliding along her thrusting ass. "You do want us to continue don't you?"

"Yes!" Tonks shouted as Hermione's hands tweaked in rhythm.

"Well that sounds like agreement to me," Hermione said as she reluctantly withdrew her hands. "Come on Harry let's give her a spin."

With that a quick spin had Tonks on her back with Harry seated with her legs to either side of him while her head was resting against Hermione's panties. Harry reached over her and gently worked his way down while this time Hermione went for the sensual massaging while his went towards the more sexual. Hermione caressed her rapidly cycling hair and flushed face as Harry worked down her body. His hands teased towards the exposed flesh of her breasts as Hermione's actions had left her unbuttoned and bared.

Tonks for that matter was too out of it to notice that her head was wet from where it was rubbing against the moist and quickly becoming transparent panties. All she was aware of was Harry's hands and the sensations rushing and cascading through her body. She felt a throbbing as he passed around her tits teasing the sensitized skin near them but easing away as her panting increased. In her attempt to get more attention to them, Nymphadora started to buck against him. This had the added effect of grinding her head into Hermione's sopping sex.

Shuddering in a definitive climax, Dora was able to sigh at the contentment she was awash in before a moan of loss as his hands moved away. As he started to add lips to where fingers were before her sight was obscured as Hermione leaned over to add her own lips and tongue to the teasing. With her distracted with Hermione's added attention, Harry began to caress his way down trailing kisses from between her swelling succulent shining and flushed feminine arousal forecasters.

Harry was having fun and putting all the experimental experience he had gained from the girls in his life to work on exploring each and every area to find her new sweet spots. It was nice to indulge in some heavy make out sessions without the worry of being interrupted or as he still dreaded Anne waking him with his dick chaffed from being impaled inside as unprepared hole. He may heal fast but having the skin almost sanded off was a major off put to her incessant desire for him to bugger her if he wasn't ready to shag them like the randy ladies they were.

'The odds of me making it through Christmas without either finding myself being given a virgin pussy or ass is getting lower,' Harry thought as he approached the only part of her unexposed body. 'I know that by next Halloween that I would be unable to keep even this low of a level of control. Sex is rather enjoyable. No to be blunt with myself it would be as the Red Headed Simpleton would say, 'Bloody Brilliant!' Still as much as I enjoy it I know if I let myself get carried away that while I would damn well love my life, I would not love myself as I would have put my ambition, drive and goal on hiatus. If only they would wait a bit and just be satisfied with some head!'

Stopping with his hands teasing the edges of her soaked and clinging panties, Harry turned to look at Tonk's flush face partially obscured by Hermione's hair cascading to tease Tonk's chest. It was a sight that the other boys that had bothered her would almost give a hand to see. Part of him wanted to just pull her panties off and see if he could drive her completely out of conscious thought.

"Tonks," Harry called her name to get her attention. "Do or die moment here. So mind if I get a taste since you seem so excited?"

Tonks merely blinked in confusion. Someone was saying something to her, but it was hard to focus around the growing throbbing in her chest and belly. Seeing that she wasn't able to focus, Hermione smirked around the nipple she was teasing and went to work. With a sudden cry Tonk's came as she felt a sudden sting and twist to her nipples.

Letting go of the shuddering woman's throbbing nipple Hermione asked, "Lovely Dora, mind if Harry tastes you? He makes a point of it in the morning though normally I get to him first and he has to wait for his breakfast while I savor mine."

It took a few moments for her mind to process what had just happened and then what had been asked. Despite the fact that Wizards allowed women into societal positions before the mundane that didn't mean that the society was as progressive and was oddly Victorian in its mores which was at odds with its past. Now while Dora was raised mixed there had been the fact that her mother was a pure blood and thus unfortunately passed some of the conventions she had been raised under. It as normal for a girl to go down on a guy, but sadly the reverse was as rare as an open in their world. The patriarchy was still there though wither it was worse than the matriarchy had been and still was in other parts of the world was yet to be seen.

In the end it was one thought that would influence things. One moment of tossing the general notions to the side would allow a radical shift. She had snogged before and even let hands wander in a broom cupboard, but that was after a somewhat lengthy period of time and it had never gotten to beyond being felt up as it were.

'If this so far feels this good,' she thought with a shudder of anticipation, 'what will it be like if there is more?'

"Please," Dora moaned as she felt his breath through her sodden panties. "More."

With that finally settled, Harry went to work and slid her panties out of his way. Skillful fingers and tongue worked at and around her sex. There was a teasing and testing as her pulse raced and she shuddered again and again as Harry went about his task with the same intensity as he would anywhere else. As he did so Hermione was not idle and was working her lips, neck and tits over in a duet with Harry as each tried to find a new trick and point to get her off harder and faster.

Finally after being left panting completely divested of clothing and flushed with afterglow, Tonks was trying to catch her breath as the two had calmed a bit to let her recuperate. With much mutual kissing Harry worked his way back to sitting next to Hermione at her head. They both worked to ease Tonks over her first romp with them or at least the mostly foreplay part.

"Well Dora," Hermione said with a smirk as she ran her hands through the tussled and cycling hair. "You don't mind if we call you that our Adorable Dora... now do you?"

Nymphadora Tonks was content and wouldn't mind what they called her even if it was degrading at this point. She had at first had a minor trepidation of what would happen even though she had orgasmed under stress before being carried to his bed. So completely feeling mellow, the now christened Dora merely nodded which rubbed her head against Hermione ever so tantalizingly.

"Great," Hermione said with a grin. "Now Harry has done a very good job in making you feel very good. So you really don't think it's fair that while you got off several times as a matter of fact that he just sits there with his balls aching now do you?"

Explained like that it did seem she had been rather selfish though given Harry's enthusiasm he had enjoyed making her cum. Some of the things she had promised to do while his tongue was in play suddenly hit her. Causing her eyes to widen and she licked her lips.

"Now while neither of us plan on prying to see how experienced you are," Harry said looking at the girl he had just spent what had been a rather enjoyable time tasting. "It would be nice to know if you plan on anything more or if you are going to just lay there like a limp noodle while Hermione gets to enjoy all the attention you worked up..."

"Either way works," Hermione said with a shrug. "Even if you said you would blow him as well as see how far you could swallow him before letting him fuck those alterable titties before spurting on them, that does not mean that I would be left out and instead will get to get a repast from the source instead licking and sucking your cum covered tits."

"My my my," Harry chided with a husky voice. "It seems our newest playmate likes it when you talk dirty to her. She started dripping again when you described what should happen. So Dora, are you a big girl or are you going to let an ickle firstie beat you? Although I have to admit that Hermione is one kinky witch and if you couldn't tell is as focused on pleasurable research as she is on schoolwork..."

A long moment passed as her eyes drifted to his readiness and then to Hermione's licking lips. Decisions, decisions, it was just so hard to decide. Considering the fact that she had barely managed to make it through the day without one of the males that now lobbed her into the even if she denies it she is a slut and can't say no mindset from having grabbed her and disarmed her before forcing her to have them not just demand a blow but fuck her face without a concern, is it any wonder that the notion that she had a choice to wither she would lick his dick before some more sexual things happened was daunting.

In the end she merely nodded and turned her head towards his lap. With practiced ease Hermione fished him out and Tonks just stared at him. He was while not overly developed a good deal more physically defined than most of the male population short of the older Quidditch players. In fact she stared so long that Hermione had started to slowly stroke him in front of her.

"Well time waits for no one," Hermione said before winking at her and twisting so that she could reach his cock. "It would be a shame to waste a perfectly good hard on like that."

So Tonks watched as Hermione contorted to kiss Harry's cock while her hand stroked it. She saw as Hermione trailed kisses and demonstrated a variety of ways to use her mouth and tongue to Harry's obvious enjoyment given his verbal moans and his bodies shuddering. Wide eyed accessing as Hermione went from just teasing his head before slowly swallowing him.

Backing off to observe the aroused Witch, Hermione smiled before asking, "Now didn't that look like fun want a try? After that we can mix and match..."

With Dora nodding her head, Hermione moved so that Harry was within range of Dora's mouth while working around so that both would be able to reach him. It had been something she had planned to try instead of tag teaming and it would be interesting to see what three could do though she would settle for two now. For a moment Hermione pondered what she wanted to do later after Harry got some relief and for her turn.

'Hmm,' Hermione thought as she watched Dora take her first attempts to suck Harry's dick. "I don't want to overexert Harry's tongue so maybe have Dora see if she can eat my pussy after she has sucked and tit fucked him. A shame that I know that if Harry slides his dick into one of us that the rest will be upset until he does the same. Though with her being two years older than me she is less likely to have the issues of being torn up. Anne still doesn't get why he doesn't just do more than slide his meat between lips or cheeks. If he can't get three fingers in then we would be reamed too much and would need potions or worse medical help. If it happened in the muggle world we would be in trouble unless we wait off for another few years. A good thing that the Wizarding laws were never updated so Harry is at the bare edge of legal and if we keep things undercover no one will know.'

In the mean time she whispered to them whenever she didn't have her mouth full and was enjoying the shuddering her words caused both of them. So cataloging which words and phrases made them hotter, Hermione worked through several notions and found it odd that what Dora had feared also turned her on something fierce. Still she had her voyeuristic fantasies as well though the threat of being found especially when he eventually started shagging and given Anne's enthusiasm buggering them until they were raw and sore.

'The side effects of the enhanced body would allow for more extremes in sensations without being overwhelmed,' Hermione thought as she smirked as Dora was slowly working her way down. 'Wonder why she doesn't alter her throat to accommodate? Ah well given Harry's balls are tightening in my mouth it is best to ease off as I want to see him rut between her breasts... considering I want to try that after a good session of spanking and grinding before spraying my reddened ass, I might as well see how it looks.'

To distract Dora, Hermione quickly darts her hand to her sopping slit and stimulates her to cause her to let him pop out of her mouth to shriek at the sudden orgasm. Hermione simply smiled at Harry as he had slowly started to thrust upward as they had been trying to get him down her throat. It was nice to see him throbbing like that and the break would let him ease into a rhythm.

With an almost drunken stumble, Dora had crawled over Harry's now sprawled body and proceeded to continue where she left off. With a wet pop she let him slide out of her mouth before focusing for a moment. While she was new to people knowing she could change that did not mean that she hadn't tried to change the parts she had been apprehensive about. So while at fourteen she had enough curves to be eye catching, Dora decided to add a bit more as Hermione was an early bloomer.

So Dora wrapped her tits around his wet cock and proceeded to bring him again to the edge. Hermione looked on at the look of concentration and pleasure mixed on his face as Dora slowly shifted into what could be described as a walking wet dream. There had been minor shifts to draw attention to areas where she had been aroused by being fondled to get more attention there, but this was more exaggerated as her curves became more defined while her waist thinned as her hair lengthened for a second use.

Fitting her head to reach his dick as it slid so the head protruded from her breasts, she took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around tasting it while trying to inhale him from the obvious outline her cheeks made from the suction. She continued oblivious to Hermione watching them with her hands distending her soaked panties. She had when first seeing them wondered why they said Cute Cat on the waistband. If she had been able to think about it as busy as she was then she would have noticed the other phrase on the back, Kinky Kitten.

Hermione shuddered watching them as Dora leaned back and let him pop loose. Her eyes were on the bobbing and twitching form of her favorite sucker as it spurted onto the almost impossibly expanded mounds. She licked her lips as she waited for Harry to lie back so she could join in. As soon as that happened, Hermione crawled between them to quickly give Harry a lick clean before turning to the panting and glazed Dora.

With herself seated in Dora's lap, Hermione proceeded to kiss and lick her clean much to Harry's enjoyment. So Harry simply reclined watching the entertainment of Dora shuddering and shivering from the attention paid to her cum sprayed tits as soaked panties rubbed against her own wetness.

'And I wondered why it was so difficult to not agree with girls,' Harry thought as he licked his lips at the sight before him. 'This will make mornings and evenings more spontaneous. Still with more of them there is a greater chance that I will end up exhausted and dehydrated more often and sore in new ways. I get a feeling I know what will be the girls' Christmas present.'

Scooting away from her with a come hither look, Hermione reclined with her hand tracing her almost completely as good as painted on panties. With a pout Dora followed after as she wondered why the warmth moved away.

"Now delicious Dora," Hermione purred as she watched the personification of sex crawl to between her legs. "We have been very good hosts, yes? So why haven't you been a good guest and helped both of your hosts out..."

It took peeling her panties off and tugging them out of her twitching lips, but Hermione got the point across and Dora got her face close enough to get a good sniff. Warring with herself as she had already gone down on Harry and him on her while Hermione had practically dry humped her while bring her off several times while cleaning her cum splattered chest off, it started with a tentative lick before being urged on.

Harry eyed the elevated ass that practically wagged side to side as she started to eat Hermione out. Seeing Hermione of all people using a girl's hair as a harness to maneuver her while whispering what she liked in more and more explicit and foul language was wearing on his resolve. Watching someone who played at being the perfect school girl and role model swearing and saying degrading things while commenting on how Dora likes to be treated since she was moaning so much into her sopping slit as she tried to stretch her poor tight little twat with her eager tongue.

Harry would admit that at times he tried to over control his emotions and actions. Now while it is possible for a man to turn down sex even if there is not the sense of impending doom there was a limit. With shaking hands Harry crawled behind Dora's upturned rear and decided to shock her a bit. So there he was kneeling behind her swaying ass moving like a cat that was lapping some cream with his dick dangling beneath and almost touching her slick slit. He barely managed to stifle a groan as drips of her juices fell on his over eager arousal.

Slowly Harry raised his hand up and with a sudden movement spanked Dora hard. The sudden shift lowered her slit to rub along his length while forcing her head deeper into Hermione's sex. The muffled scream caused the tongue and mouth to almost vibrate.

"Fuck!" Hermione shouted as she almost crushed Dora's head between her hand and sex. "Do it again Harry! Her scream made me squirt!"

"Whatever you say Hermione," Harry said as he started sliding along her slit causing her to moan into 'Mione's muff before kneading her round ass before beginning to spank it in earnest. "She really seems to like that though you know that turnabout will be fair play..."

"Of... course," Hermione moaned out as she practically fucked Dora's tongue. "You can spank my ass while I get to eat her and we can alternate with whoever isn't blowing you as well..."

"So you really like a good spanking?" Harry asked while giving her a thoughtful look. "Wonder what other like games we can play..."

"Considering I seem to be almost hot enough to try everything and anything," Hermione trailed off with a shriek.

"Need to get someone to get us some toys than," Harry murmured as the visuals almost made him shoot against Dora's silky smooth and taunt stomach.

"Now I think a bit more attention for our guest is in order," Hermione said with a grin. "She has been a very good guest now and it would be rude not to ease things..."

"So think you might like trying this position?" Harry asked as he felt his cock rub Dora's slit and run over her exposed clit.

"If you remember to not be as soft with me," Hermione said before a slap was heard. "Hmm seems Dora doesn't mind spanking at all."

With a grin the group moved about and Hermione got clit fucked while getting her first direct taste at Dora. She knew that she would be stiff in the chairs in the morning but it would be worth it. they slowly began to settle down into a mix of oral, heavy petting and non penetrative fucking with a ready application of smacks to the girls' reddened asses. Dora passed out as Hermione went for one last ball draining blow of Harry who was dozing with Dora's still expanded tits as a pillow.

As all that had happened, none of them noticed the slight hum in Harry's magic or the inaudible sounds of a different girl, no woman with the voice being too mature and husky for that, shrieking as if experiencing a mix of their encounters. In an empty limbo a redhead sex goddess shuddered as the blinding white light pulsed stronger around her. The lights reflected off the sheen of sweat and the copious amounts of arousal dribbling down her legs. Her existence had been so much better after the black light faded. She was glad that she was forgetting how much pain those eternities had been. It reminded her of when she had almost crushed that dark haired man's hand when she had been in so much pain. When that pain had ended though there had been such a feeling of elation at the small form before her. A name for the feeling came to her... Harry. Though she wasn't sure who that was exactly though the name resounded with the white light.

'Whoever you are Harry,' she thought shuddering again as her voice screamed in pleasure. "I will thank you when I see you...'

Things were not going as anyone had planned. Harry was not the golden boy of Gryffindor and it left several major players confused in how to react. In his room, Quirinus Quirrell was placating his master on how dismal his troll had done in distracting the rest of the staff from the stone. If there were as few students here over the Holidays it would be an even better time to act as the Ministry was going to be once more taking Dumbledore's time for social occasions. Yes Christmas would be a good opportunity and with the likelihood that the Boy-Who-Lived would not be here than there would be less attention paid to his movements.

As for the well meaning if hopelessly naive Headmaster well he was trying to see how things would work out. The stone was safer here than Gringott's since no one could enter without his invitation something the goblins could not provide. It was at times like this he had wished things had gone so different so long ago. Why couldn't his friend have understood that force never really fixed things it merely made one new enemies. It was strange though that the portraits as well as the ghosts seemed rather reluctant to inform him of small groups' activities. How could one boy no matter how interesting affect them when it took almost a serious threat to cow them so?

Meanwhile two troublesome nemesis slept on unknowing the hell they had unleashed upon themselves. One Gryffindor the epitome of pureblooded Light prejudice while the other was a Slytherin the epitome of a dark Pureblood aristocrat with all of those flaws. While the redhead was accustomed to the Twins pranks they were never truly mortally emotionally mortifying. By the time the lovers were done venting their rage at them, Ronald Weasley would wish his mother was the one punishing him as it would have been at least less unpleasant. As for Draco Malfoy he unknowingly in his arrogance would cost himself and his father everything.

OMAKE

Harry, why is a unicorn following you?" Hannah asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry said with irritation as the unicorn nuzzled him affectionately. 'Maybe I should have let Riddle eat it,' he thought. 'Nah even something this affectionate and cute doesn't deserve that.'

"But they only like virgin girls?" Susan asked in confusion.

"I know," Harry said with a sigh. "Still follows me though."

"I don't get it either," Hermione said as she wondered why it was following him as well. "Still she is willing to donate some rare ingredients and this way there are no problems."

"She," Harry said with a look of dread on his face. "I should have known..."

"It's not like your collecting strays or anything," Susan said before he gave her a look.

"They just seem to follow me home," Harry said while blinking confusedly. "Then when they feel better they act like I need all the help I can get. How... strange."

Later

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall began before trailing off, "Is that a Unicorn?"

"Yes," Harry admitted with his head hung down. "Don't ask why it is following me as I don't understand it either."

"Creatures from the Forbidden Forest are not allowed in the school," Snape drawled as he appeared. "Fifty points from Ravenclaw."

The unicorn took one look at the man and aimed its horn at him.

"That probably wasn't the best of ideas," Harry said sagely as he looked at the man. "Most definitely."

With that the unicorn willingly left Harry's side and tried to impale the evil man that threatened him.

"Severus," McGonagall said as she watched in shock. "Stop antagonizing the Unicorn."