Chapter Seven
When the battle's lost and won
December 23, 1991
Harry was ensconced in a compartment with Hermione, Daphne, Lavender, and the Patils when the door slid open and Pansy Parkinson came in and sat next to him. "What the hell?"
Pansy reached in her bag and fished out a parchment. "I'm not signing this, Potter! It gives you nearly complete control of me!"
Harry blinked at her. "Fine. Don't! I appreciate it." Pansy narrowed her eyes. "What does that mean?" Harry shrugged. "I don't like you, Parkinson. I certainly don't want to father children with you."
"Oh, so I'm not good enough, Potter?" Pansy leapt up and somehow had her robes off in a couple of seconds. Daphne waved an obscuring charm over the windows and Hermione sealed the door. Pansy ran her hands up the front of her body. "I'm young but developing nicely, a natural blond." She turned around. "And I think I have a nice arse.
"My family are all at least moderately powerful and we are very, very wealthy."
Padma stood up and pushed Pansy over so she was bent ninety degrees from the waist. She ran a hand over her ass and to her sex. Pansy squirmed but said nothing. "A virgin too, Harry." Padma let Pansy up.
Pansy glared at her. "There's a charm for that, you know, dyke!"
Harry snapped, "And that's why I'm glad, Parkinson. You're no better than any of my girls but you have a bad attitude."
Hermione tripped Pansy and held her on the floor by sitting on her chest. She reached between her legs and rubbed her sex fairly roughly. Pansy squirmed and writhed. She also got very wet. Hermione forced her to orgasm quickly and then got off Pansy and sat down by Harry. "It comes hard. You could have some fun with it."
Pansy leapt off the floor. "FUCKING MUDBLOOD WHORE, I'LL KILL YOU!" She was an amazing red color.
Daphne slapped her, hard. "Shut up, bitch, while your master decides your fate. Don't interrupt the mistress again." She backhanded her. "That's for insulting my mistress."
Pansy sat stunned, nude, and humiliated. Audrey hadn't acted like this at all.
Hermione nodded at Daphne. "Thank you, Daphne. You did emasculate its potential owner, Harry. You owe it at least a little."
Harry nodded. "Get it to sign and I'll let you give it some cum if you want to."
Hermione turned and picked up Pansy's bag. She unceremoniously shoved Pansy back on the floor and dumped the contents of her bag on the seat.
Pansy started to struggle again and Lavender sat on her chest, facing her head. "Stop, bitch. Mistress, can I test her oral skills?"
Hermione blinked. This was totally unplanned; well, Daphne slapping the crap out of Pansy had also been unplanned. "If you want." Surely Harry would stop her. And what was Lavender doing? She had barely started getting and giving oral sex from her and Parvati!
Harry was slightly stunned by the whole thing and said nothing. He watched in amazement as Lavender slid forward, and then it dawned on him that they were going to rape Pansy. "Stop!" Lavender froze inches above Pansy's mouth. "Pansy, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you don't want to participate in this any further, just say stop, okay?"
Pansy heard Harry and part of her mind howled at her to scream stop now. She opened her mouth, raised her head, and closed her mouth around Lavender's mons, sucking hard and pulling air through Lavender's cotton panties. Her tongue, instead of helping to form a word, strove to rip through the light cotton and bury itself in Lavender.
Lavender sank down on Pansy, pushing her head to the floor, and Padma chuckled. "I'd say that's a 'go', not a stop, Harry."
Harry shook his head; he would never understand girls. The slap he accepted as punishment for calling Hermione names, and they had agreed to see if Pansy was a virgin. She had a reputation, after all. But who knew she'd go all submissive, or that Lavender would force her--and what the hell was Hermione doing?
Hermione was digging through the contents of Pansy's purse, possibly more of an intrusion of privacy than Padma checking her hymen, and dropping items back in one by one. She was finally left with a folio, the thick contract scroll, and a Blood Quill. She opened the folio. Pansy's whole negotiation was laid out including semi-nude wizarding photos of her mother and aunt and a black and white one of her grandmother. Hermione held them up. "What are these for?"
Daphne glanced at them. "They give an idea of what Pansy will look like when she matures. Oh, I hope she takes after granny; she's hot."
"Shmmp iss oossly th waymm," came from Lavenders crotch.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, bitch. Oh my god! Fucking hell, that was good. Talk more--say 'usually' again."
The others in the compartment laughed. Hermione read through the negotiation packet while Lavender judged Pansy's oral skills. Obviously they were of a high order.
Daphne lifted Lavender off Pansy and took her place. "Okay, bitch, let's see how you do with someone with more experienced than our lovely lion."
Pansy's little voice had given up in disgust and was sitting in a corner muttering about sub-slut dykes.
Hermione cleared her throat. "Harry, these requested changes are good--well, some of them. They would have the effect of putting her even more under your control."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione, what part of 'I don't want her' is too complicated for you?"
Lavender chuckled. "You only want the bushy-headed bookworm, Harry. I don't blame you, but there is an advantage to be gained here for the future. The Parkinsons have influence among the Dark families. They and the Greengrasses can help us balance our world."
Harry sighed and changed benches. He pulled Lavender into his lap. "I don't really care about the world, Lav."
"But you'll have to, Harry. Our kids will need wives or husbands." "Our kids, Lav?"
Lavender blushed. "Not necessarily with you, Harry, but still ours--and we are yours, so yes, 'ours'."
Hermione smiled at Harry and she and Padma went back to the negotiation document. Lavender squirmed around on the bench and popped Harry into herself. "You may not want her, but she sure made you hard eating your pussy."
"Mmmmph mrrmmrph!" Daphne spasmed and clamped her thighs around Pansy's head.
"Oh gods! Lav, you're right, this little bitch can eat pussy so good! Pansy, he's not yours yet so while I appreciate your yelling, forget the word 'mine'."
Eventually Padma traded with the now wrung-out Daphne, who read through the contract and then traded with Parvati.
Hermione took her turn on Pansy and then with Harry while the others cleaned Pansy up and talked to her about the contract. The modifications were made and Hermione sat impaled on Harry in a reverse cowboy while Eliza was fetched to review the contract.
"God gods, have you been running a brothel in here, Hermione?" Eliza wrinkled her nose. "Just testing Pansy, Eliza." "Hmmph! How'd she do? I might want some." "Shtop! My tongue is sore," Pansy said quickly.
Harry smiled. "Very good, Pansy, you remembered the safe word. I was a little worried." Pansy beamed. Eliza patted her cheek. "You have hands, silly bitch." Pansy sighed and reached for
Eliza's robes.
Eliza grinned and pushed her hands away. "Later, eager beaver. Let's get you contracted so you can clean your mistress and master for your first dose."
Pansy smiled demurely and blushed lightly as the others looked at each other. Something very odd was going on here. Little Pansy thought so too, but the rest of Pansy bricked her up in her corner. If she signed they would take care of her. That was all that mattered. Sure, she'd have Draco around, but he was easy to control now; she wouldn't even need Harry's help. A hint or two of outing his complete sexual dysfunction and it would be over for him; the few remaining fully male Slytherins would eat him alive.
Pansy signed the document they handed her with the Blood Quill after seeing that the three clauses most important to Daddy were in it, then found herself flat on her back on the bench with the Mudblood sitting on her face. She got her first taste of Harry from the Mudblood and worked hard to get it all. When the Mudblood was finished, Padma gave Pansy lessons in sucking cock and she got the rest of her "dose", as Eliza had called it. Harry put a Celtic knotwork ring on Pansy's finger and she curled up on the bench, contently nursing away on him. She fell asleep still gently sucking.
Harry threw his hands in the air. Hermione laughed and covered Pansy, and Harry's lap, with a blanket. She removed the obscuring and locking charms and Eliza rolled her eyes. "You have a voyeur fetish there, mistress."
Hermione smiled. "You don't have to call me that."
Lavender patted her cheek. "We know, sweetie; we just like watching your head swell."
Hermione gave her a pink tongue and the others laughed and laughed. Harry couldn't join them, as Pansy had his full attention. He finally managed to remove her after he had supplemented her dose. He curled up in the corner of the bench with Pansy still maintaining as much contact as possible. Hermione tucked the blanket in around them and rested her arm on Pansy like she was the family dog.
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Remus, Dan, Emma, and fifteen girls stood watching as the students flowed off the train. It was easy to find Hermione--she was on Harry's right arm in the center of a cluster of witches. Dr Emma Granger watched with interest as Harry navigated around upper year witches and over the top of any and all wizards who didn't actually move out of his way. He never made physical contact, and if they saw him and could they moved, but in the end even the ones with their backs turned were moved out of his path. Even from where she was, both on the platform and in her life, Emma could tell Harry was one of those males who could be felt in a space. For Emma it was a curious kind of piqued interest with slightly sexual overtones. She smiled as she imagined what it must be like for an unattached female. Her smile broadened; for the males on the platform it was obviously something different. They gave way, looking slightly surprised in most cases. Some looked very irritated.
Dan noticed Emma noticing. "He's a power, no doubt."
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Remus nodded. "And here is trouble."
Lucius Malfoy stood in front of Harry, refusing to yield the path. Harry looked at him and smiled. "Malfoy."
Lucius blinked. How exactly did this boy know him, and what possessed him to be so familiar? "Your name, boy?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Surprisingly uniformed, Malfoy. Surely you can figure it out. Do try not to be quite so rude in the future." Harry had never stopped walking, and the surprised Malfoy gave a step, then another, and then was clear of Harry's path. Harry nodded imperiously. "Malfoy." He swept by the Malfoys and continued on his way.
Draco approached his father. "That's Harry Potter, father." Lucius nodded and watched Harry walk away. Narcissa watched him too; the boy was obviously fully aware of his status as a head of house. Not only that, he was a power. She could feel him all the way to her--well, never mind. This would prove interesting.
Harry approached the adults. Remus looked at him. "Lucius Malfoy is dangerous, Harry." Harry shrugged. "He's a bully. I never have liked them."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Say hello to the girls and goodbye to the witches, Harry. I don't have my wellies and don't feel like wading in testosterone."
Dan huffed, "Emma!" He got a look and a raised brow.
Around the platform parents had watched Harry and his witches come off the train. Frank looked at Alice. He was pensive; Harry was everything he had wanted Neville to be. He looked around and there was Neville looking exhausted and bedraggled. Frank sighed.
Harry went around meeting the witches' parents. The Bells were a perfect example. Harry moved up to them with Katie on his left arm and Hermione on his right. "Mrs Bell, Mr Bell, I'm Harry Potter. This is Hermione Granger, my fiancée. I'm glad to meet you."
After a couple of sentences of small talk, Harry moved on to the next family. It took forty-five minutes to clear the platform.
Marie Caldwell led them out to the coach that had been arranged by the Squib Squad and used to pick up the Grangers and Remus at the Grangers' house. Harry was impressed. "Good job, Marie. This is very nice."
Dan nodded. "Better than driving, even. Harry, we have a couple of appointments. We have to be in court on the second of January at nine in the morning for your custody hearing, and we have Sirius Black's trial on the third at ten."
Harry nodded and Hermione whipped out her day planner and added the appointments. "We have Lavender and her parents this evening at six, Harry."
Emma nodded. "Oh, and Hermione, our Floo is out. We decided it was safer that way. You can Floo out and either Harry can Apparate you home or you can use the trunks to get home."
Harry looked around. Constance Lipardi of the Squib Squad, a black-haired, brown-eyed, petite girl of fifteen with a killer body and a heart-shaped face accentuated by a deep widow's peak, put her hand on his arm. "The driver's a Squib, Harry, and there's a silencing charm around his position."
Harry nodded. "Good idea on the Floo actually, Mrs Granger."
Dan nodded. "Thanks. Emma and I have given up on keeping you two apart, Harry." He grinned tightly. It had hurt to realize that Hermione was already committed to this boy, but Harry's obviously complete commitment assuaged it somewhat. That he was obviously good for her moved Dan along too. Besides, the Squib psychologist had shrugged and explained it to him and Emma exactly the way Lily, James, Remus, and Minerva had: "It's rare but it can happen." Dan was mostly over the protective-dad stage and approaching the sympathizing-father-in-law stage really quickly now.
"And Pansy, Hermione?" Harry asked.
Hermione consulted her planner. "We can do her parents on the fifth at two, before the Greengrasses, Harry."
Emma blinked. "Harry, I thought you didn't like her. Also, didn't we write a draconian service agreement her father would be sure to decline?"
Hermione snorted. "Power apparently means more to them than we considered." She handed her mother the copy she had made of Pansy's contract. "Harry emasculating Draco made Harry her next most viable option."
Emma buzzed through the contract. "She signed this? It gives Harry complete rights to her. He can give her to others--anything really, as long as he gets her pregnant at least once every five years. This is slavery! Who added these three clauses?"
Hermione sighed. "Her father."
Dan, having by now read through the modifications to the much-discussed contract, looked at Harry. "Harry?"
Harry shrugged. "She put up with quite a bit of rough handling by the girls during the negotiation, Dan. I never touched her until she signed. It was really odd; she struggled until I told her she could stop whenever she wanted to. For some reason that lit her fuse, so to speak. She served all the girls, signed the contract, and then served me. She serviced me orally twice, actually."
Dan blinked while Emma nodded. "A subservient girl. Hermione, you have to be careful with her. She'll get the same urges to dominate the others as soon as she's comfortable in her position with Harry, just like you, missy. Harry, she'll want you to 'force' her like Hermione does. You need to be careful too."
Glynnis Householder, another of the Squib Squad, groaned. "Oh gods, not another one." She was grinning hugely, though.
Hermione gave her the tongue. "You like it and you know it, bitch!"
"Hermione!" "Sorry, Mum."
Dan looked at Harry, who had his face in his hands, and sputtered and then laughed uproariously. Harry pouted. Emma came to his defense. "Dan! Really! It's fine, Harry, I'll help you with Mistress Bushy-Head?."
"Mum!"
"Hush, Hermione!" Now Hermione was pouting and the rest of the bus was laughing.
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Near Potter's Bar, England, early evening 23 Dec 1991, the Brown house
"Well?"
"Shhh, Allen, I'm reading."
Allen Brown looked at his wife Tracey, then his daughter Lavender. "You're happy with this, Lavender?"
Lavender sighed. "Daddy, Harry is great! Powerful, rich, and he cares about us. He'll never hurt us- -well, he will when he won't marry us, but he does love Hermione. Never mind, you wouldn't understand. Yes, I'm very happy, Daddy."
Allen blinked and started to reply when Tracey spoke. "It's all in order, Lavender. A service contract to the head of a noble house, perfectly honorable given the current conditions. Who helped you with this, Lavender?"
"We looked it up, Mum. Harry's Mum and Dad's painting, Remus Lupin and Amelia Bones and Professor McGonagall? reviewed it, and we signed it."
"How amenable would your lord be to changing it to a house-to-house contract, Lavender?" "We can ask him in thirty minutes, Mum." "Wait just a minute. Why would I want to obligate the house?" Allen asked.
Tracey rolled her eyes. Hufflepuffs were hard working and as faithful as an apostle, but they didn't think long term. Still, it was good for her inner Ravenclaw to have some grounding. "The Dark Lord is still active, Allen, or someone like him is. Muggles are attacked often and the Muggle-born population, mysteriously, has not grown since his fall. Logically it would have as there are more Muggles all the time. House Potter is creakling ancient, so noble they should bleed blue, enormously wealthy, and if the boy is anything at all he'll command significant support amongst the light and neutral families. We're in on the ground floor here, thanks to Lavender."
"I'll have to meet this wizard and talk to him first, Tracey."
"Of course, dear. Now Lavender, come along and let's talk for a moment." Allen turned to his small bar in the sitting room. He definitely did not want the details which he expected Tracey was
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about to cover very thoroughly.
Allen was right. "So, Lavender, what have you DONE with this wizard? That contract would allow you anything; more importantly, it saves him from anything."
Lavender didn't even blush. "Harry has had me every way possible. My mistress likes to have him use us."
Tracey frowned. "Your Mistress? This Hermione girl? Every way?"
Lavender rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, and yes. If you want the details I can give you a memory and you can use one of the Pensieves in your office, Mum."
Tracey was a clerk for a law firm that handled both wizarding and Mundane business. "Don't be fresh, young lady. What about what you want, Lavender? Do you get what you want or does your 'mistress' control that, too?"
Lavender laughed. "It's a game, Mum--fun, but still a game; and yes, I get what I want. We let Hermione dominate us and then she feels guilty and we get to use her as a submissive. She's very talented."
Tracey shook her head and chuckled. "You were so boy-crazy I never thought you'd be into witches even as an experiment, or 'practice' as we used to call it. I guess boarding school has changed, though. We didn't do anything with the wizards until third and fourth year. Of course by the end of fourth year there wasn't a virgin left, except for that one religious girl. What was her name? Anyway I think she was lying; she spent a lot of time in broom cupboards."
Lavender shook her head. "No change. The boys are still idiots. Only Harry is different. Well, among the first through third years. He's respectful and caring and protects those who can't protect themselves. He's modest, and so handsome. You won't believe it."
Tracey smiled at her daughter. "Good. I can start working on a brother or sister for you since you've settled now."
"Why did you wait until now, Mum? I would have loved a little sister."
Tracey patted her daughter's cheek. "We aren't Weasleys, baby. Accidental magic can kill, and let's face it--you weren't exactly the most stable girl around. It was all high Drama until now. Fun most of the time, but two of you would be dangerous. Anyway, I'm only thirty-three and have had you already, so it's fairly safe for me to have more. Remember, most witches don't go through the change until up in their eighties. I could probably have four more kids and wait between them until they went to school if I wanted to. I won't, though, but we did want at least one more."
Lavender hugged her mum. "It's five till. We'd better wait in the entry hall."
Tracey nodded and put her arm around her daughter. They walked out to the entry hall, where they found Allen waiting. The fireplace flared green and a matched couple spun to a halt and stepped gracefully from the grate. Allen watched intently, as did Tracey. The wizard--and there was no doubt this was a wizard--was five feet tall with messy black hair, bright green eyes, and a confident smile. He was apparently well muscled and healthy, maybe a hundred and ten pounds. The witch-- and there was no doubt of that either--was also five feet tall with BUSY brown hair, bright brown eyes, and a developing figure that hinted at a spectacular young woman lurking in there, slightly
coltish as was the nature of teenage girls but still a healthy looking girl, perhaps ninety pounds.
The wizard extended his hand after looking at his companion and waved a wandless, mild cleaning charm over them both. "Harry Potter. You must be Mr. Brown. A pleasure to meet you, sir."
Allen shook his hand and then was introduced to Hermione Granger. He introduced Tracey and they all followed her to the sitting room, where Harry seated Hermione and then sat quietly beside her. Allen had a thought. "Drink, Harry?"
Harry smiled. "I'll be happy to get them for us, Mr. Brown, if you would just point me?"
Allen blinked. "Erm, no, that's fine, Harry. I'll get them, but what would you like? The ladies are having tea, I'm sure."
"Oh, an alcoholic drink. No thank you, sir, I don't drink. Tea will be fine for me also." "Daddy!"
Allen cringed; he knew that tone. Harry saved him. "It's fine, Lav. I'd want to know too, and that was fairly subtle."
Allen frowned and Harry smiled. "I really don't drink though, not even butterbeer. A few of the members of the group I grew up with tried drinking. It always made them silly, morose, then ill. I was never very impressed with it."
Allen laughed. "Try just drinking an ounce or two, Harry, or one or two beers. It's not quite so bad then, and sometimes a shot of Ogden's just makes a bad day at the office fade away. But right you are: no need to start that until you have an office to go to, eh?"
Harry smiled and nodded. "So what are your questions? I mean, Lavender's told us so much about you two and she's such a fine witch, it's easy to see the apple didn't fall far from the tree. I feel like we know you all already."
Tracey smiled. "Flatterer. You can keep this one, Lavender!"
The group laughed and the ice was broken. They all spent a pleasant couple of hours in what was a very nice question and answer period covering everything from school to politics.
Later, after Mr. and Mrs. Brown were sworn to silence and shown the trunk network and Harry had gone home with Hermione, Tracey was curled into Allen's side in their bed. "Well, that's a good start on Lavender's sibling. Thank you, dear."
Allen smiled. "No, thank you. Are we crazy, though? I mean, first we let Lavender get involved in this and then I'm left wishing Harry was my son."
Tracey laughed. "He is a power, no question. Hermione too, she's quite brilliant, frighteningly even. No wonder Lavender's grades are so much better this year, if she's in charge of the study group.
"I don't think we're crazy to let them do this. Lavender would experiment anyway. Oh, don't get your back up now. You already let her lover leave unscathed, which she and I appreciate, by the way, since she managed to find a decent one. Anyhow, as I was saying, Lavender would
experiment. She's been attracted to boys for a couple of years now. We couldn't have picked a better boy, and he comes with built-in sisters for her--girls her own age who she can talk to and who can, together perhaps, regulate him."
Allen lifted his head. "Darling, I love you, but in this you're wrong. They're not regulating Harry. He is regulating them. If they had their way he would never see the light of day again and one of them would be mounted every moment he was awake, and perhaps if he got an erection in his sleep."
Tracey giggled. "If Hermione and Lavender are any guide, I would agree. Did you see them looking at him every time a question was the least bit personal?"
Allen nodded. "And I saw his eye-rolls. You're right too. He's good for her to at least 'experiment' on. If she has to learn, she could have DONE much, much worse."
Tracey nodded. "And the things I hear are happening!" She shuddered. "There won't be any of that foolishness with Lavender. Harry would kill somebody."
Allen smiled. "From what I hear down at the pub someone has been nutting Slytherins at Hogwarts. It's apparently a dispute between one ancient and noble house and all the Darker noble houses."
Tracey raised her head and looked into Allen's eyes. "By 'down at the pub' I take it you mean around the Ministry? Good. Someone needed to put a leash on them years ago. Dumbledore won't do it. Harry did. Good for him, and Lavender."
Tracey paused. She had been doing some research on a case like this. "I have a case like this at work. A young scion was emasculated and the house was seeking wergild. In this case, though, they want an heir. I researched the potential remedies, and the only way it could be DONE was for a patriarch to give his wife or the eldest daughter of the house for the purpose. I can't see it happening, but you never know with these Darker houses. Hey, wait a minute--why couldn't the Head make his own heir?"
Allen grinned. "Down at the pub they say it's the Dark magic. I don't see how, though, or wouldn't it have affected the wives?"
Tracey shook her head. "The only two Dark witches I know of are Lestrange and Carrow. Lestrange was apparently barren and Carrow was never afforded the opportunity, let's say. The Death Eater wives were just that, wives of Death Eaters, not Death Eaters themselves."
Allen lay thinking. "So Harry could be forced to impregnate one of these matriarchs or daughters and then be forced to give the child to some Death Eater to raise? I don't like the chances of whoever tries to force that issue."
Tracey shuddered and curled closer. "You'll be out sick that day." Allen chuckled.
Lavender pushed herself off the wall silently and padded to her bedroom with a perfect little Mona Lisa smile. Mum and Dad would speak to the Bells, Patils, and Abbots. The order of meetings would pay off as the Slytherin in the coven had planned, leaving the toughest for last, and now that the Parkinsons were committed the Greengrasses would have to get on board, and Hermione and
Padma's trap play would work. HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH
Back in Crowley, Dan looked at a smiling Harry and Hermione and shook his head. "So you had a good evening then, children?"
Hermione nodded and over the next thirty minutes she filled her parents in. Harry even managed to get in a few words. Finally Emma shooed them off to bed at about eleven, and Hermione dragged Harry away to her bedroom.
Harry stood in the middle of the room looking sheepish as Hermione went about getting ready for bed.
Downstairs Dan looked at Emma. "Have you shown Harry where he's sleeping?" Emma looked at Dan and blushed. "Oh my god!" Dan stood. "I'll take that as a no, then."
He took off upstairs, and with Emma in hot pursuit opened Hermione's door to find a blushing, fully dressed Harry telling a panty- and camisole-clad Hermione, "But it's your parents' house, Hermione. We should at least ask."
Dan smiled. "I like him, Hermione. You can keep him, but not in your room until you're married." "We are, Dad! He's just being all noble and stubborn." "WHAT?" Hermione cringed. "Uh, well kind of, you see...."
Finally, at one in the morning, Harry drifted off to sleep in Hermione's bed. She had stopped crying now and Harry had pulled her in to him. The row with her mum had been spectacular and shocking to Harry and Dan both. Unfortunately for them they agreed with Hermione on her big "ceremony later" plan.
For some reason, mainly because Emma was as avid a reader as Hermione, Hermione wearing the Potter Matriarch's ring had stopped Emma from questioning the whole "sort of married" thing cold, but then she'd taken off on a jag about wedding planning.
Dan had narrowly avoided a night on the couch. Harry sighed. It had ended okay, but that was an experience he intended never to repeat. Dan and Emma would be read into everything from now on.
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That will be ere the set of sun
On the morning of Monday the twenty-seventh of December Harry's eyes popped open at four forty-five. He slipped back from Hermione with a raging hard-on and smiled evilly. Hermione rolled onto her back, still sleeping, and Harry slid down her belly, nuzzling her. He hesitated when
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she mumbled, keeping her asleep but getting her more and more excited.
Harry worked his way down and nuzzled into her folds. He licked, nibbled, and sucked on the moaning witch, studiously avoiding her clit. When she was well lubed he slid back up, stopping at her nipples for a moment, and then fully sheathed himself in her in one thrust.
Hermione's eyes snapped open as she convulsed in an orgasm and she leaned up and took Harry's lips. Her legs snaked up and around him, and with her subconscious in control she rammed herself on him again and again. After her second orgasm she rolled them over, rose up, and turned around. She sat on Harry's head and buried him in her throat. Harry only lasted a few more strokes, and as he came in her mouth he nipped her clit gently. Hermione locked in orgasm again.
Harry rolled them back over, still buried in her mouth, and tried to pull away but Hermione threw her arms around his hips and dug her fingers into his ass as she sucked for all she was worth. And pulled herself all the way down Harry's cock. Harry finally managed to escape by leaning over her and tonguing her to her fourth orgasm. Hermione burped and giggled. "Beg pardon. Hey! Come back here and fuck me."
"Hermione!"
"Not me? Hmm, how about Christine Mulligan, then? That little redheaded Irish slut needs another good eight inches. We should make her get off the pill and fuck her full of babies." Hermione got up and went to her Harry trunk, gloriously naked.
Harry rolled his eyes and caught her halfway there. Hermione was soon on her hands and knees on the rug with Harry buried in her. "Oh yes! Doggy too, good, treat me like your bitch, Harry."
"Hermione, shut up." "Come on, Harry, fuck the bitch harder!"
Harry rolled his eyes and gave in to what she was trying to get him to do. He drew back and slapped her rounded ass hard. Hermione squealed and sprayed him and herself. Her upper half collapsed on the rug and Harry held her hips up as he drove in her hard, finally releasing in her as she clenched on him. Harry rolled Hermione over and leaned up and took her lips in a burning kiss. "You are crazy."
"Yes, master, all for you."
"How do you know I like it?"
Hermione licked her lips and wriggled her bottom. "I can taste it and you're still leaking out of me. That's the first time you made me squirt, though. We'll have to remember that. You will need to hit me more often."
"Hermione!"
"Please, Harry? That was great. You can't imagine how it feels." Harry was slowly sawing in and out of her. "Although this is very nice too."
Harry smiled. "But we have to stop. We should do PT."
"It supposedly burns twelve hundred calories an hour and I can take you for a hell of a good abdominal workout, remember?"
"Yes, but then you have honeymooner's syndrome." Hermione flexed her hips upward. "I don't mind, and you can shag the others while I heal."
Harry's eyes flared and he pinned her arms above her head and rammed into her hard. "I don't want them."
Hermione smiled and breathed, "Fuck me then, master, like you mean it."
Hermione got her wish and Harry pounded her viciously. She smiled. She wasn't in the mood to make love. She wanted him to dominate her, and he did.
They finally made it into the trunk mansion at five thirty and Hermione went straight for an analgesic and an anti-inflammatory potion.
Eliza found herself pinned to the back of the couch and Harry keeping warm in her. "Hermione! Again? If you're going to wind him up like this every day...mmmm, never mind, wind him up every day. Oh gods, yes, Harry, right there!"
Harry had stuck a finger into her along with his cock and was rubbing the little wrinkled patch of tissue on the top wall of her vagina. He watched interestedly as he pushed Eliza into and held her in a series of orgasms. The other witches entered the room and smiled at Eliza and Harry as they prepared for PT.
When everyone had arrived Hermione pulled Harry off Eliza, finished him with her mouth, and levitated Eliza along with them to the Potter Castle so they could do PT on the grounds. Using the track Otto and the other elves had prepared, Harry prepared to cross-country-ski five miles instead of doing their run. Eliza kept falling and everyone would chuckle at her dazed face as they helped her up.
Dan and Emma were just heading out, along with Remus, Amelia Bones, and the Browns, Bells, Cadwalladers, Patils, Abbots, Joneses, and most of the Squib parents when they returned. Gwenog walked over to the steaming Hermione. "Lady Potter, have you thought any more about our offer?"
Hermione nodded. "I don't mind, Gwenog, but again I'm not the one you're up against. Harry has to agree, wouldn't you say?"
Gwenog nodded. "He's so different. Usually any wizard we look at tries to get between our legs. Now that I'm sure of you, though, we'll work on him. I'll tell you what, though--the other witches, just like me, aren't going to go for artificial insemination. We want him."
Harry had walked up. "Uh, you know I'm eleven, right?"
Gwenog eyed him up and down boldly. "And you can shag any number of teenage witches silly, yes, we know. If we're going to carry your children we want your attention, Harry. Not some Muggle with a turkey baster. The witches who agree to this are generally at the end of their most active playing time. We'll always be older than you, so what's the difference? You'll find us attractive and add us to your little harem for a while or you won't. We accept that. We'll care for your children in the best way we know how, and if you don't approve we'll lose them. We read the
contract."
Gwenog, wearing a spandex body suit under her robes, opened them and watched as Harry took her in. Large but firm breasts, prominent hard nipples. Narrow waist flaring to broad hips surrounding a flat, hard stomach and very nice, well muscled legs. Gwenog chuckled throatily. "Yes, Harry, there are benefits for us both." Her brother Lester walked over.
"Again, Gwen? Pardon us, Harry--oh, still coming at two, right?"
Harry nodded and Lester smiled and toddled off, dragging his sister. A furiously blushing Megan apologized. "I'm so sorry, Harry. Aunt Gwen is, well, she's--"
"Horny and wants a belly full of Harry's sprog," Nym supplied. Megan nodded. "Yes." Harry laughed and hugged Megan, leading them all away. "We noticed. Hot, though." HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH
Back in the Castle, down where you would expect dungeons, Harry and the coven soaked in a very warm swimming pool. Eliza came over to Harry and sat in his lap gingerly after checking that he wasn't hard. She really couldn't take another go right now.
"So Harry, what's the plan for tonight?" "A quiz, Eliza? Again?" "Yes, Harry."
"First we go to the Jones's. If I can escape without being raped by Gwenog we will then Floo through to your father's country house near Wood Norton. Your father Lincoln isn't a Death Eater, but his brother Walden is. I'll answer his questions as I have all the others and we'll see what happens. I'll be pleasant and everything will be fine. Your father may test me with a duel."
"He will test you, Harry. Use your wand and your natural quickness. He isn't looking for spectacular, he's looking for you to be able to defend me. Don't tell him anything important until he's sworn to you."
Harry nodded and wriggled. Eliza dove off his lap and swam away. "Oh no! Someone else can fix that for you. I can't believe you got that while we were talking about my father!"
"Phht! I got that while your perfect soft ass was rubbing it. Hmmm." "No! No buggering me until after Daddy is sworn." "That's blackmail!" "An incentive, Harry."
Nym stopped the argument by sitting in Harry's lap, directly on his hard cock. "Who do you want, Harry?"
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"Grrrrr, you, Nym, I've told you." "Spoilsport. Here, do Jodie Foster. You like her in that creepy sheep movie." Harry laughed. "Silence of the Lambs, and she's a lesbian." "Not right now, she isn't!" Emma shook her head. "That's so strange." HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH
Eventually everyone ended up in the sitting room of Potter Castle, and James and Lily joined them via a landscape painting there. A nice, easy Monday passed as they considered the holiday so far. Harry was happy, of course, but he was easy; as long as he and the girls weren't threatened, he was happy.
The Squib Squad and their Witch Auxiliary had been BUSY producing and acquiring more and more items: study guides for all subjects, bodice-rippers, and an array of study aids were developed and put on sale. Flash cards, an OWL and NEWT jeopardy-style game, magical Trivial Pursuit, and all kind and manner of electronic devices were being disassembled, tested, and prepared for production. Rune-driven devices and an odd "dial-a-spell" device were in various stages of research and development.
The dial-a-spell was a stone with a pointer surrounded by spells. You dialed it to the spell you wanted and pushed a button, and et voila! Your dishes washed or dried themselves, your laundry washed, dried, and folded itself, or the room the device was in cleaned itself. Emma loved it. The next step was to add a cooking dial-a-meal dial-a-spell, but that one was proving complicated and would be expensive.
When they went over Daphne's books, the adults were amazed that she was doing ten thousand a week gross and making a profit of around four thousand Galleons. Of course, it helped that she was the sole supplier to Scrivenshafts of nib pens and wire-bound, micro-perforated parchment notebooks. This market would be cyclical, but with the other products they were developing it looked like a solid, stable enterprise.
Henri Patil was full of ideas for production and wholesale sales. The Bells, Abbots, and Joneses all wanted in on the deal too, and it appeared that they were going to form a partnership with the Squib Squad and Witch Auxiliary.
Meanwhile the mums were happy with Harry and how attentive and supportive of their daughters he was, as the Squib Squad mothers had been. The fathers found him to be a pleasant, modest, helpful boy. A good leader, too, and a powerful young wizard. He would do very nicely for their daughters. If they had to go through having a wizard, they could do much worse. At least from the stories down at the pub.
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At two, Harry and Hermione stepped gracefully from the Jones's Floo into the maelstrom that was the extended Jones family. Harry was at first stunned and then dragged into discussion after discussion, sometimes involving a little work around the house; rebuilding the basement of the
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gigantic rambling mansion seeming to be the current "little work". Hermione was immediately pulled away and into the Jones's witch's world of cooking, straightening, and talking about people whose names she would never remember. Even with her memory this huge family overran her abilities, and soon enough the women had her loosened up and just going with it all.
While Harry pitched in with a will in the basement, learning construction spells and amazing the Jones men with his power, Hermione watched the buxom, handsome Jones mums, wives, girlfriends, and sisters. Melba, the matriarch of this tough family of magical builders, liked what she saw. The witch needed educating in the duties of a matriarch, but the innate skills were there. She listened attentively and processed rapidly. She was fair in her judgments, too. It was obvious the girl had power, too; all in all a fit companion and helpmate for her youngest daughter's warlock. "Hermione dear, you do know we can all see that ring. You can stop pretending to be other than what you are, Lady Potter."
Hermione blushed and Melba chuckled. "There's a good lass. Now what does your warlock intend?"
"Mother!"
"Shhh, Megan. Your head witch can speak for herself, and don't think I haven't seen what you've been doing and your aunt prancing around here with her tail in the air trying to get topped. You could just go drag him down, Gwenog."
"Phht! Tried it, Melba. He had me tied up and stuck to the ceiling before I got a hand on him. Now I'm negotiating with Lady Potter."
Melba shook her head. "You'll never change. Well, Lady Potter?"
Hermione sighed. "Harry really just wants to be left alone, but somehow things happen near him and he won't see anyone abused. Especially girls--errh, women."
Melba grinned. "Lester was the same way, still is. Left alone he'd happily spend his entire life building on this house or fixing it. Now, what about the sex? Why are you allowing that?"
"I'm not, actually. I kind of have to force it. The girls and witches are safe with Harry and he enjoys them immensely. He won't stay with any of them, though. They have to stay with him, if that makes sense."
"Oh aye, I've had the same problem through the years with Lester. He's safe for them and they want him, but you have to hit him over the head with them before he takes the hint. It worked out, though; nice big clan and we need fear nothing."
Hermione nodded. "The wizarding world is odd, everyone walking around armed and it seems that fully half of them are crazy."
Melba nodded. "More than seems. You all stick together, though, and you'll see through." Hermione beamed at her. "Now go get your warlock, dearie. Time to beard the Dark. Just remember, they want the same things: their family, safe and whole."
Hermione nodded and an ecstatic Megan dragged her away to find Harry. They followed the thumping and banging. "Hermione, that was great. Mother approves! I can stay with Harry as long as I want to. Thank you sooooo much!" She spun and pulled Hermione to her and kissed her full on
the lips. Hermione was a little dazed. "But I didn't do anything."
"Except be you. I knew Mother would approve--well, I was fairly certain. Aunt Gwenog trying to jump in made me very sure and now Mother likes you. We're good."
Hermione followed along, thinking, More than seems, indeed!
Back in the giant kitchen Gwenog stood and Melba looked at her. "Gwenog, you'll not queer this for Megan. You're older and you'll know if the warlock is upset or uncomfortable with you and your coven. If he is, you will back off. You'll not be taking other lovers when you're with him either, nor will your witches. Clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Melba nodded and went back to tomorrow's bread dough; kneading bread always left her mind clear to think. Not that this required much thought. They were a good lad and lass; they would find their way. The witches and these Squibs with them would have a very nice life. Dumbledore was wrong about these lads. If he couldn't see Potter was the boy who lived, he needed a new cane. A white one.
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Meanwhile, in the basement, Harry had impressed all the Jones wizards by keeping up with Lester and learning spells easily. Lester finally called a break and he and Harry sat while the others knocked down the temporary cribbing from the groin vault he and Harry had just laid. "So, warlock, how's me daughter, then?"
Harry tensed and Lester laughed. "We all know the facts of life here, Harry. I can see she loves you. I've seen the way you treat her. I know you have your primary but she'll pick others for you. Perhaps it's their nature, but they do it. Megan seems happy to be part of it. Don't hurt her and you'll have no trouble with me."
Harry relaxed and sighed. "There's no way to get them to stop?"
Lester laughed long and hard; the other Jones males joined him. "It's been fifty years for me, Harry. She still finds 'em somewhere. Widows now, to be sure, and not so many, but still...no, there's no way I know of to get her to stop. Still and all, they've all ave married well or seem happy and it keeps her happy, so who are we to say no?"
"So they'll go off and marry then?"
"Oh aye, Harry, some will, even do it for love. Of course others will find cover wizards like those two poufters over there." He pointed at the two biggest men in the room. "But they're good blokes, just don't take any showers with them." The Jones men laughed again.
Harry put his head in his hands just as Megan and Hermione came into the huge room and looked around in awe. "Daddy, what have you DONE to Harry?"
"Sorry, lass, I told him the awful truth about you witches."
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"Daddy!" Megan stamped her foot.
The Jones men roared and Harry smiled. He stood and offered Hermione his right arm and Megan his left. "Mr. Jones, thank you, I had a wonderful time."
Lester grinned. "Come back any time, Harry. We've the whole north wing to revault yet."
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Hermione and Megan steered Harry away amidst the shouted goodbyes. Megan got them through the hearth and sighed contentedly. Gwenog walked up and hugged her. "Aye, ye chose well, lass."
"You too, Auntie. Worth the wait?" "I think it will be, Megan. He's a power and she's his match." Megan just nodded. Then giggled. "They have no idea, either." Gwenog held her at arm's length for a moment. "You all are so bad!"