Susan just smiled at her friends. Yes they were all friends even if Harry and Hermione had not completely let them into their lives, yet. She had that smile on her face eve as she opened her lips and lent her tongue to lapping the combined juices of her two female lovers. Hannah had given Harry a very quick suck before letting him slide down her throat and drawing his slickened juices to a manageable level. He was still glistening with Susan and her spit mixed, but the head was cleaned off. As he stepped around, Hannah dove into Susan with a gusto far too reminiscent of Weasley the Mouth that is as she slurped, licked and nibbled the flushed and fluid drenched area.

Harry moved away to give Hermione a kiss from her gymnastic position near Susan's head. He could taste some of Hannah still lingering on his girl's lips. He looked over and saw that the little hottie from Hufflepuff was wagging her ass again. It seemed that her being well ground by Hermione had not totally sated the girl.

"Hermione," Harry whispered huskily into the slowly moaning girl's ear. "I think that Hannah needs some personal attention for a bit. Afterwards once Suz gets you cleaned up a bit, I want you two to taste the mix of the four of us on her while I give you some attention. I don't think they will mind and they do like to watch..."

Hermione chose not to answer with words, but her growl of excitement was obvious in its response. They had fucked in front of the two before and had the two lapping both of them clean, but this just seemed a bit different and that was always a good thing for the most part at least. Letting things fall into any real monotony or routine would make things boring, and they were passionate in their drives either intellectual or physical.

He leaned enough to give her a passionate kiss and managed to slide his cock between Susan's already attention attracting aroused and flushed mounds. The girl squealed into Hermione who moaned into his mouth and while he wasn't able to see it he heard Hannah purr as Susan did more than just squeal. It was something that he found his magic had helped with, as normal males take long practice and mental preparation to approach being multiply orgasmic. The girls just seemed more prepared after their fun was reached to achieve more and higher heights of pleasure.

He moved away causing Susan to grown in disappointment at the lack of attention. Hermione merely gave him a look as Susan had gotten her nonverbal already. He seemed to flow to suddenly appear kneeling behind Hannah's waggling ass. He felt the sudden scream of his libido, hormones and other inherited male directives practically demand that he just spear the waggling ass and pound it until he came filling her receptive womb. Despite the lack of complete iron will since Halloween, he managed to keep from doing that as he slid along her dripping and spread furrow.

"Well, Hannah seems to like this," Harry remarked getting Susan to swivel her eyes from where they were closed and she had been savoring oral attentions on both ends. "You really thought that we would hold out on a needy friend, really what kind of people do you think we are Suz?"

As her mouth as held against Hermione, all the girl could do was wave an arm about dismissingly before Hermione pulled it to resume fondling her body. She shuddered as Hannah went quite vocal if muffled in her sounds into her muff. They could all see that Hannah was enjoying it and there was nothing wrong with friends having fun.

They lost themselves in their fun until Harry slid himself and nudged just enough in like he had with Susan. He knew that the two Hufflepuffs relationship would be strained if he jumped order with them. He had been half tempted to pull their plugs and send them to their room with their asses having his cum splashing inside even if he hadn't explored them there yet.

"Hmmm, I wonder how you three will like this mix," Harry said with a smirk as he saw the two seem to recover and move. "I don't think we ever tried mixing all four of us together before..."

Hannah and Susan were suddenly sprawled on the floor and lapping each other. Hermione had moved and gave him a smirk before sucking him clean and setting him to sit down and watch. It didn't take long before she spun around and sat in his lap. With the bare minimum of movement, Hermione lifted up and placed him in position before she sunk down.

"Ah," Hermione purred as she watched the two friends playing. "Now that hits the spot!"

"It does," Harry agreed as she settled to slightly moving in his lap. "I think that if they pass this time things will get interesting."

"By interesting you mean we get two girls as happy and friendly lovers and not just as prospective pieces of ass," Hermione said with a smirk. "I don't think they would mind either in the short term. Still I do want to introduce them to our pet..."

"As much as you want our pet to show us her friend," Harry said with a slight bit of teasing to his tone. "I do wonder if the three will deal well with each other or our other friends."

"You mean the plethora of girls back home that would gladly spread their legs if you even hinted you were interested," Hermione said with a slight giggle of how similar his two world's girls seemed to be. "It is not that different from here except that they know you and what you did and not what you seemed to miraculously survive. Just so long as you don't go say saving damsels left, right and in-between will you have that to worry about for a few years."

"True enough I suppose," Harry said as he watched the two not paying attention to them and could relax his guard on his speech. "I think they are a bit like Alice in Wonderland at the moment, but are they ready to really see how deep the hole is?"

"Perhaps," Hermione conceded as she took time to enjoy the slow sensations compared to the outright rutting previously. "We still are not throwing them into the deep end just yet."

"There is that," Harry agreed as he enjoyed Hermione moving just so in his lap. "We can't leave them here nor take them to our room tonight. So I was thinking sometime over the short holiday if they actually pan out. Not that they haven't given a sure inclination so far, but it is better to hedge ones bets in such matters."

"Hmmm," Hermione said as she noticed his gaze and how it seemed to watch their asses writhe about. "You were tempted not to just leave a bit in their unfucked cunts, but inside their virgin asses while their willingly accepted plugs kept them stopped and topped full while they walk. I can tell, and I think they will like that, but perhaps not tonight."

"Next time, but before the culmination then," Harry said as he watched them in interest. "We will have to get them to their common room eventually, but I think we should let them cuddle tonight. Well unless you don't think they have earned it?"

"They have," Hermione agreed as she watched the tenderness start to overcome the girls' passion as they settled. "I guess it is a good thing that you added that bed then..."

"Yes it is," Harry said as he sighed and felt himself drain almost emptily into Hermione. "Let's get them to bed. They were only half watching us though."

"They still watched," Hermione said as she was held tight as he stood up still inside her. "Once they are in bed I want one last go."

"Ah, we haven't done that in front of them yet," Harry admitted with a smirk. "You want them to spend the night dreaming about why we gave them those plugs..."

"Yes indeed," Hermione said as they two maneuvered to lift the connected pair while they themselves remained connected. "This is interesting; remind me to try the 'Cowgirl Position' when we are on a swing. I think it will be interesting..."

Harry just snickered in agreement and the foursome made it to the bedroom. The girls reluctantly moved to gaze at the pair. Hermione moved so that the girls each got a different licking in. Hannah got to spend the time sucking him while Susan lapped at the cum dripping cunt of Hermione. The two looked on as Harry withdrew the plug from Hermione and set her in his lap. She was facing him and the girls watched as Hermione spread her cheeks and Harry aimed.

The look on their faces as they watched Hermione skewer her ass on his cock was priceless. That they could see how hard it made her cum would linger with them for some time. Hermione had not just gushed she had sprayed them as she howled in pleasure as Harry worked her tits hard and she had been bouncing roughly on him.

That image was burned into their minds as they drifted off once Hermione settled down to snuggling still with Harry inside her. The day would come soon enough and the two were contemplating on the level of excitement that Hermione had showed in that encounter. They were a bit apprehensive of fitting Harry in there, but realized that if he hadn't just rammed into their unprepared cunts that he would not simply bend them over and spear an unlubricated or warned ass.

The four dreamed of different things, but they all seemed to focus on the growing family. Harry and Hermione were more detailed as they knew more of the future group's members. Hannah and Susan had a faceless yet beautiful collection of women joining them in friendship and fun. They slept well and deeply that night. Elsewhere things were different, but the future was mostly uncertain even if it seemed to be heading for interesting times.

Nicolas was quite disturbed when a pitch black bird bypassed his wards and dismissively waited for him to remove the letter hanging there. He noticed something odd about the bird, but not even Fawkes had so arrogantly entered his domain. It looked like a raven, but there was something there that was unsettling him about the bird.

"Now what could you have brought I wonder?" Nicolas asked as he absentmindedly settled in to read while one of the slave girls resumed her head bobbing. "Perenelle, get over here! Something important has come up and I don't think we will like it..."

Her growl tore across the somewhat quite home. Soon Nicolas saw the irate form of his wife of so many centuries stalk into the room. Her glare would have caused lesser men to run in fear, but he was used to her rages over the past several centuries. The first time she had been regressed to near puberty had led to him being grateful that they had long since gathered muggle servants and slaves. Her tantrum had left a number of the male ones needing to have both their balls and dicks regrown.

"What is it?" Perenelle hissed her question as she turned to look at her husband of so long seeming to be his usual indulging self with one of the prettier slaves giving him head. "I don't see anything important here..."

"This bird got through our wards like they were not there and left this message here," Nicolas said with a growl. "Now if you don't mind I am going to let some aggression out on this bitch while you read that thing!"

Not giving Perenelle a chance to respond, Nicolas yanked the girl off his dick before he spun her around and skewered her pussy forcefully upon which he began to slam into the girl with no concern for how prepared she was or was not. As it was the girls had been practically bred for their uses and lubricated readily. He took his time slicking up while he fucked her until she soaked his cock. Withdrawing as the lubrication had eased his passage too much for his rage; he withdrew and sunk into her ass where he began to vigorously ream her.

"Let's see what has you so wound up," Perenelle said with a frown as she sat in his vacated seat and spread her legs where a waved over pair of lips soon started to lap as she began to read the letter.

The room fell into a quite only broken by the background of Nicolas trying to vent his anger and annoyance on the random slave's willing ass. He had been shocked that the bird had managed to enter their home and had not been detained in their owl and mail room. That it had made its way both through the filtering and redirecting wards and then violated their private places was disconcerting. Nicolas was uncertain, but he had a very unsettling feeling from the bird as if there was something about it that needled his memories.

"I see," Perenelle said after she finished reading. "Nicolas this is quite distressing. Someone knows where our stone is, they know exactly what it is and how it was made, and they seem quite amused that we would permit Dumbledore so close to something he would either steal or destroy. They also seem quite amused that we are so well protected and are entertained that we would toy with leaving that meddler some crumbs while hiding our as well as the stone's real natures. Whoever it was has proven to be quite interesting as this bird of theirs pierced our wards with impunity and seems completely apathetic to any threat we pose to it."

She turned to see Nicolas being rather rough as he continued his rapid gyrations even as the girl alternated whimpering and shrieking in ecstasy. She felt a momentary bit of irritation, but given how much effort they had put over the centuries to make their home more impenetrable than Hogwarts, Durmstrang, the various Ministry buildings and the Goblin strongholds she could understand his frustration. Not that her husband needed a reason to indulge his more unrestrained appetites, but the stone and the elixir's peculiar quirks had allowed them not only to lengthen their lives but to enjoy the time. They had indulged in sex magic to forestall both death and old age before they had deciphered the requirements for the stone.

Perenelle could see where this mysterious person would find deviously deviant delight in mussing on Dumbledore's reactions. She could understand that their piss poor attempt for a student would be very put off if he ever discovered the stone's true nature. Dumbledore had been useful in attracting the recent Dark Lords to have a more intriguing target and allowed them less uncertainty of others seeking the stone or other things of their accumulated wisdom. They had horded their tomes to an extent that a dragon could sympathize. Still there were issues with their collection, the least of which were the various ministries seeking to control things again.

"I should have known," She mussed as she opened herself to enjoy her current lover's attentions. "I suppose that being confronted with this would drive you a bit more fervent in need. Too many things to consider and I do need some physical stimulation to better my mental faculties. You, girl, see about some more persuasive play!"

Perenelle decided that instead of grumbling some more about Nicolas's play to relax and further enjoy her own. It had been something they had relished in utilizing that the strange sense of clarity when the mind is in that particular euphoria. They had tried with potions, elixirs and even muggle chemicals, but there was something distinct that even the rush of other similar acts did not provide. It was more than physical exercise and even the euphoria in dueling was not as cathartic or capable of inducing that level of brilliant cognitive leaps. The closest thing they had seen was the great performers loosing themselves in the show.

So Perenelle reclined and let her mind drift as each piece of the letter was dissected, debated and derived while she let one of the eager and fanatically subservient slave girls worship her body. They were trained well and the particular practice could be sickening in its aspects, but the slaves were too loyal to ever think to rebel and would escape to return to their service if given the chance. Some would stay their whole lives while others were really indentured servants exchanging their time for a favor. They had sponsored and educated a number of muggleborns and some destitute houses and all in exchange for serving them in all ways. They had spent the past six centuries enjoying their lives and furthering their own pursuits.

Her mind drifted in disjointed ways as she tried to deduce what happened as her eyes were closed and she let her body feel the caresses and kisses traveling around her body. Something about this was fairly familiar, but her mind was taking time to sort through things. One thing she had been irritated with the vampires over the centuries was that they were able to sort through their memories as quick as when they were new even centuries or longer later. The latest group passing into service had commented on some of the things at the muggle universities that seemed more like a passing fad they had seen a few centuries prior.

She recalled the mechanical constructs over the years and how they had done things such as telling the time, playing chess and performing shows. Oh the magical variants had been more entertaining, but these programmable machines with their ability to tabulate, calculate and cross-reference was a godsend that would make things easier if there was a magical version. She rather wished she could recall things in that way, but the best she could do was something like an index and table of contents to her knowledge. It was frustrating, but she worked with what she had and was not one to not use methods to facilitate things.

Oddly enough she was both approaching her peak of searching and feeling when she heard Nicolas growl out his release before she noticed distantly a look on his face. She let her passion and release carry her over as she let her mind drift in bliss even as she felt her release soak the girl's lips. She looked half lidded as her husband ground himself as he shuddered and held the groaning girl as she went limp. His face seemed to shift from euphoria from his orgasm to white shock and he seemed to wordlessly mouth a word as he snapped his head to look at the bird still perched nearby.

"Holy fuck!" Nicolas said mixing his still twitching pleasure and dread. "The bird, it is necromantic! We got a real one out there again!"

'Oh great,' Perenelle thought as she blinked as the girl drew a string of pleasure from her body. 'This is going to complicate things, but at least there was no sense of blackmail in the letter...'

She let Nicolas rant as the girl drew her into a concussive wave of intense and overlapping releases. She decided to see about making sure that this particular girl was not leaving anytime soon. Some women were just naturally gifted with skill, but even they could become better with practice. She could always claim the girl in an apprenticeship and thus keep her a bit longer. Nicolas never minded before and he had done the same with some before as well.

"Yes," she said as she stretched while the girl had slowed to gently kissing her in adoration. "I get that there is one out there and as the bird does not have the usual flaws that only means one thing. There is a born necromancer out there. Hmm, it seems we overlooked something. The back of the parchment has a watermark seal as does the spot for a sigil. It is complete Nicolas. There is the normal four, but also the fifth is present."

Nicolas seemed to be torn between a state of shock and wanting to vent at the terror that had flashed through him. That was something that was legendary even when there had been more necromancers around. It was something that was spoken by the few necromancers they had known with reverent awe.

"Are you telling me there is a Silver Necromancer out there?" Nicolas managed to ask as the shock had won out verbally while the venting was physical in his still jerking movements inside the willing girl. "To make things more complicated that they have a very good idea of what we had to do to make our stone, and that they are either in possession of it or able to freely acquire it from under Dumbledore's grasp?"

"Yes that seems to be the case," Perenelle said with a calm sigh. "At least we know that they would not sell our secret out to Dumbledore or others as well as they would have no interest in it anyways. I suppose we will still need to negotiate something in exchange since we were too trusting that Albus wouldn't seek it."

"Yes, they have always been quite mercenary in business dealings," Nicolas said with a sigh as he felt the girl readily pushing him to slowly savor his current state. "That means that whomever it is that they have at the least explored the four main paths. They also will have to have delved into the secrets of life and death to a fascinating degree. So who could it be that could get into Hogwarts and do this? I doubt that the teachers would be likely as the only one to have changeover has been the Defense position for the past several decades, and yet I find the prospect of a student doing so to be quite difficult to believe."

"True and as a most likely teenager they would have little antagonism to our lifestyle," Perenelle said as she contemplated some of the things they could offer in exchange. "Still every necromancer we have ever met has been as sexual as any vampire. I suppose that they will wish for some other things as they seem quite able to entice people to be their sexual playthings and even the sinister ones can compel as good as any vampire..."

"There is that, but also they can enthrall similar to vampires," Nicolas said as he recalled the many times he had heard of or seen either of the blood magic types ensnare and bind people to them. "Given the link between the two that isn't that difficult to understand. It might not be that bad having them visiting with their pets. It has been a while since we had some fresh blood from Hogwarts."

"Like you are one to talk," Perenelle said with a laugh. "You got me fresh out from there and I haven't left yet! Still it is possible that there will be a few and at least one trained apprentice. So we should send a reply and keep it somewhat clear and yet not blatant in content as that bird may not be easily intercepted, but the letter itself could be summoned or the like. Whoever wrote this does have some wit about them unlike the ramblings that most modern magic users seem to have fallen to. I suspect that they will wish to play with our pets and they might allow us the same with theirs. You do recall the last time don't you?"

"I do," Nicolas said with a shudder as the thought was enough to entice him to continue his entertainment. "The only time I recall having as wild a time was when we entertained some Veela, a Metamorphmagus and that master less vampiress. The last time we had similarly exhausting games was when you decided to see how muggle music had change what three decades ago?"

"Hmm that had been interesting," Perenelle said with a purr as she thought back to the fun they had acting like youngsters among the positively Romanesque muggles those years. "It was like something the older masters had spoken of when we were young before this strange state befell the Magical World. It seems odd that they have spent most of the time since the Statutes of Secrecies acting like the muggles were when those were made. The old traditions and ways seem to have been mostly abandoned. A shame that so much useful thing falls and it was odd to see muggles act like when we were children..."

"Yes that is something that I feel Albus of all people should have done something about," Nicolas said with a slow sigh as he felt himself being drained dry this time. "It seems as if the Wizarding Britain and most of Europe has become a strange reflection of Victorian England. The traditions of old have been abandoned as you said and it is beyond odd to see muggles trying to reclaim what culture we once had. Oh they seem to try to sugar coat things like those films from what was that place?"

"Disney," Perenelle said with a shiver of disgust. "They took perfectly proper stories and butchered them with making them nice. You saw what they did with the Story of Sleeping beauty and they wonder why the muggle children are running about like they have been! Simplifying things down does nothing but make them less prepared for reality. Some of those people are so naïve that they seem to want to be nice to everyone and actually think that kindness and being soft does anything but make you seem like weak prey! They actually want to rehabilitate their criminals in places that are better than some of their homes! What kind of madness is that?"

"I know," Nicolas said as he moved to sit while the girl gingerly moved to her knees to suck him clean. "To make things worse some of them believe that if they do not bother others that they will not be bothered. People will always do whatever they can that they can get away with! Power is the one truth in life and as cruel as it is one must understand that. While we may wish it to be otherwise, the powerful will use the weak and all that one should worry about is that they do not overly prey upon them..."

"Yes, the idealists are amusing to watch when they see their so called victims turn on them," Perenelle said with a smirk as the girl seemed willing to just nuzzle while she calmed down. "Albus was such a disappointment since he seems to have almost become a pacifist as of late. His willingness to allow almost all of the Death Eaters to walk free does not fill me with confidence. Though it was odd that only those outspoken that the recent clamant to the Dark Lord title and that Sirius Black fellow went to Azkaban, but that still does not make me feel things are any different than before. How odd is it that the recent purebloods are the ones that are so outspoken on purity?"

"So you think they will be quite receptive to things than," Nicolas said as he relaxed while the girl slavishly cleaned him with care and devotion. "I suppose we should as whoever it is knows enough, but it is better to try to get a conversation going. Silvers at least are less prone to random killings and violence from what we know. If it had been a necromancer coming from the Blacks then it would be a different matter. That family would be likely to try to get their hooks into us by any means necessary."

"Yes, the Silvers were supposed to be quite different in some matters," Perenelle said as she reflected back on what she had managed to acquire from the encounters over the centuries. "Supposedly they had a method far better than the Imperious and entirely undetectable at that to completely convert a subject's behavior..."

The two turned their thoughts to how best craft a correspondence with this enigmatic necromancer. They could always find a way to visit Hogwarts in such a way that their wayward apprentice would be unable to bar them. Still they had to know more about how one could pop up under Dumbledore's eyes. Whoever it was definitely would not be one of that man's followers as their natures were quite opposite. At least they would have less worry that either of them or their household would be at risk compared to when they had been coerced to entertain some vampires.