Chapter Fourteen
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd
On the twenty third of September, Ginny sat in the Gryffindor common room pouting. The mud-- erm, Muggle-born had effectively staked her claim to Harry and defended it. One of her bi--erm, witches was chatting up the other Boy Who Lived. This was intolerable! On top of that, that idiot Ron was defending Neville's small remaining available time when he was away from Hermione and her witches with elbows and body blocks. Fine, this would just require patience and a few well placed hexes; the mud...ggle-born wouldn't get both boys who lived! Ginny settled, with that decision made, and got back to her homework. It was odd, but she was very good at this stuff. She had never been quite this good at home. Ginny smiled. She was obviously coming into her own.
Later, the Coven piled into the common room and Ginny was pleasant but not pushy. Hermione frowned. What was going on now?
Lavender, Hermione, Harry, and Parvati lingered in the common room. Harry was talking to the twins while Hermione watched Neville pass by Ginny, who gave Neville a thousand-watt smile that stunned him, or at least made him miss a step. Hermione groaned. She had just gotten Neville to be less dependent on Bilius and now the other weasel started. She felt the couch beside her sink under someone's weight and Lavender leaned over and whispered, "That could actually work out, you know. Ginny does have some brains. Properly developed and distracted from Harry...." Lavender left it hanging. Hermione's eyes narrowed.
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Harry walked beside Hermione, leading the Coven second years into their specially arranged Arithmancy class on the twenty-eighth for last period. Cho met him leading her witches out. "Hi, Harry!"
"Hello, Cho." Harry smiled at Cho and she beamed back at him. When are we going to shag her, Harry? She couldn't be any more obvious. Whenever. Not really lighting me on fire, Ne. Padma rolled her eyes. Duh, Harry. She doesn't have brown bushy hair. Harry smiled at Padma and leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. The brainiac speaks. Huh, lot you know. I'm just trying to keep up with Ne. Morgana! Slow down then, Padma. You're killing me, Hermione smiled. Septima Vector watched all this from her seat on the front of the desk. Her favorite class of the day,
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week, year--hell, career--was here. She was so pleased that the Board and MEA had allowed this class after seeing the test results from last year. The other Professors were horribly jealous; well, Trelawney was. Bathsheba was monopolizing the study sessions three times a week and Kettleburn was just trying to get through his last year. The Board should have just allowed Bathsheba to take the Coven into a special class too, but Dumbledore had protested too much.
The Coven ripped through the material as fast as she could lecture. They were already into fifth year material. At this rate they would sit their masteries directly after their NEWTs. What a feather in her cap that would be! Padma Patil was doing as much teaching as she was; the witch was a genius at this, apparently at runes too.
The door closed. "All right, if we're through planning the shagging of Ms Chang, perhaps we can move onto the discussion of the Heisenberg uncertainty principle and its effects on magic." She smirked as the Coven's collective mouth dropped open. "What? Oh, like you aren't going to, Harry. Just push her up against a wall someday, she'll enjoy it."
Harry smiled. "Transference, Professor?" "See me after OWLs, Harry." "Hey!" Septima looked at Hermione and laughed. "Now, Mr Heisenberg says...." H
Su walked back into her common room headed for her trunk to use her tub before study group and found Cho viciously abusing one of the firsties, Luna Lovegood. "Chang, what do you think you're doing?"
"What's it to you, Li?"
Su looked at Luna. "Are you all right, Luna?"
"Don't turn your back on me, Li!" Cho made a mistake. She reached out and grabbed Su's arm. The Ravenclaws--most were in the common room--froze. Cho found herself in an iron grip looking into glowing green eyes.
"What's going on here?" Harry was confused. The bond, or whatever it was, had never reacted to witches tussling before. He looked at an equally confused Su and turned and bore into Cho's mind.
Cho had intended to dominate Luna. Su had interrupted, and Cho had decided she needed some comeuppance. She had planned to hurt Su.
Hermione burst into the Ravenclaw common room with Susan, Padma, and Daphne just as the St. Andrew's cross appeared on a wall and Cho flew to it, losing her clothes along the way. Hermione nodded and a cat-o-nine-tails appeared in her hand. Harry waved her off and mentally directed her to Su and Luna. The rest of the Coven began pouring into the Ravenclaw common room. Su, Lisa, Mandy, Morag, and Kristen glared around the room, instantly quelling the other 'Claws.
Harry took the cat from Hermione and stepped over to Cho. Daphne watched in concern as, without a word, Harry shook out the cat and laid on with a will. She thanked the gods the tails were
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soft leather and not knotted. Daphne counted the lashes and noted that Cho came on the fifth stroke. It wouldn't be the last time. Cho's creamy, light-tan skin reddened swiftly from stripes to a gentle red glow.
Hermione checked Su and then Luna. Neither girl was hurt and Luna was fiercely focused on Harry. "Luna, are you all right?"
"Not really, Hermione. They take my things and make fun of me."
Hermione gasped. Harry's lash strokes sped up. Cho wailed incoherently and jerked spasmodically. Hermione grasped Luna's chin and turned her face to her. "Who's the Prefect?"
"Penelope, Hermione. Does Harry really think that's punishment for her? She has an orgasm every five or six strokes."
Cho was suddenly spun and her eyelids pulled open and she watched her House watch her be whipped from orgasm to orgasm until she passed out, her breasts, back, thighs and sex beaten blood-red, but the skin unbroken. The flags under her were a puddle and the insides of her thighs soaked. Harry Obliviated the 'Claws, minus the Coven, Cho, and Luna, of the incident and put a compulsion on them to go to their rooms and he and the others moved Cho to hers, Harry applied a little wild magic to her to insure she wasn't injured and they left her there. Harry escorted Luna to her room. "You'll be fine now, Luna. Cho will see to it. Penelope will help her."
Luna looked at Harry. "Thanks, Harry. So do I give you oral now?" Harry blinked and then laughed. "You don't have to do that, Luna." "Of course I don't have to; it's just a matter of time though, Harry. I see us together." Harry chuckled. "Okay, fine, but you have to talk to Hermione first." "Of course, Harry. I have read the resources."
Harry stood and Luna's eyes lost their focus. He rubbed her head gently and left her room. Hermione arched a brow at Harry and then she and the witches giggled. They could feel Nym giggling too. Harry sighed. What? We don't have to. She can be a vassal.
The giggling chorus of Yes, Harry, of course she could brought a playful growl.
Nym spoke up. Save that thought. You can work off another NEWT result. Let me go to the dungeons! I'll meet you there.
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Cho woke to Marietta Edgecomb shaking her on the twenty-ninth and froze in shame. Marietta looked at the furiously blushing Cho and smirked. "Nice dream, Cho? Want some help?" Marietta whipped the sheet back and slid in, covering Cho's sex with her mouth.
Cho's head swam. How could Marietta be doing this after last night, when she'd shown her entire world that she was a pain slut? Oh gods, it doesn't matter!
Marietta smiled as Cho grunted and flooded her mouth. She lifted off. "Now get ready and let's go.
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We're running late."
Cho, running on autopilot, went through her morning routine with her mind racing through the possibilities and tears of shame threatening to fall any minute. Finally she was dressed and Marietta pushed her out of her room and down to the common room. Nobody gave her a second glance-- well, no more than normal. She was in fact a beautiful girl and was used to the attention that came with that from both wizards and witches. Luna Lovegood looked at her; the girl's eyes snapped into focus with a knowing look and she smiled. Her eyes then unfocused and she drifted away again. Marietta growled and moved toward Luna. Cho grabbed her arm. "Leave her alone, Marietta!"
Marietta blinked but her service agreement kicked in. "Yes, Mistress."
Cho nodded, smiled at Luna and strode over to the girl. Suddenly she felt great! "Luna, good morning. Ready for breakfast?"
Luna smiled. "Yes, Cho." "Good. Come along then."
Marietta looked at Cho, popeyed. Yesterday they had been torturing Lovegood. What the hell was going on now? Cho must be setting the girl up for something, but why was Lovegood just going along with it?
Cho turned at the entrance to the common room and said, "Coming, Marietta?"
Marietta started and followed her mistress with a confused expression on her face.
In the Great Hall, Cho sailed straight up to Harry's table--Slytherin this morning--and dropped off Luna before going to the Ravenclaw table. She wanted to stay, but those knowing looks on Harry, Hermione, Susan Bones, Padma Patil, and Daphne Greengrass were still a little much. Harry beamed at her. "Thank you, Cho."
Cho nearly orgasmed on the spot. Her thought was, What the hell? "You're welcome, MasHarry?."
Marietta watched this whole exchange, expecting a punch line any minute. None came and she followed Cho to the Ravenclaw table, still waiting.
Hermione turned to Harry. "What did you do to Chang, Harry? She wanted to get her breakfast on her knees."
Harry's mouth opened in shock. Prepping the field, Harry. What did you do, though? She very nearly came when you thanked her.
Nothing, Hermione--well, nothing magical, not even a loyalty charm. Hermione smirked. Not magic magic, anyway. Just MasHarry? magic then. Luna reached over and closed Harry's mouth with a forefinger. "Nargles will get in, Harry." Hermione blinked. "What?" H
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Nym smiled when she woke in Hermione's bed at five on Friday, the second of October, and wriggled contentedly. Harry was lodged just inside her as they spooned together. It was a great way to wake up. Harry was dreaming too. Nym cast a quick Tempus and smiled. She had thirty minutes; she would just have to go with a Scourgify until after hand-to-hand. She concentrated on Harry's dream and Luna Lovegood pushed herself back onto Harry and sheathed another inch of him in a viscously tight, warm, wet channel. Harry responded by pushing and Nym/Luna gasped as her virginity was ripped away. Harry froze and his wandering warm hands found both perfect palms full of breast with their nearly invisible pale pink nipples. Nym/Luna blinked away the tears and pushed against Harry. He took up a nice rhythm and woke just as he coated her insides in a bath of come.
Harry looked at the dirty blond hair in front of him and cleared Hermione behind him in one convulsive leap, landing on the floor. Luna Lovegood looked at him from the pallet beside the bed. "Good morning, Harry. Blibbering Humdinger frighten you?"
Harry banged his head on the plank floor. Nym and Hermione's heads appeared over the edge of the bed. Harry rolled to his back and Luna, the real Luna, licked her lips and zeroed in on her standing target. Hermione reached out and grabbed a foot and dragged her back. "No signature, no sucking."
"Pooh!" The girls laughed. Harry groaned.
Nym stepped over him and sank down on him. "Now a quick one for me, Harry, and then I have to go."
Harry's mind tried to sort out what had just happened, while the inner circle laughed in his head and his body took over with Nym. He figured it out when he noticed she was a lot wetter than ususal. Luna lay on her stomach with her head propped on her hands, watching the pair like it was a show in the park. Hermione chuckled. Luna was fighting the signing of the contract. She wanted to just go straight to letting Harry claim her fully and permanently.
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Later at the Ministry a very "on" Nym ran through her classmates and the female Auror who was supervising, and sat grinning.
Auror Dawlish smiled. "Tonks, up and at 'em. You do so well against the witches, let's see how you handle a real wizard."
Nym didn't care for his tone, but she'd had to spar against him before. He always tried to close and use his weight and power. Normally he also copped a feel if he could and then bragged about it to the wizards later. He was a slime; unfortunately he knew Nym was a Metamorph and had been making a big deal out of her having "uses" in intelligence gathering. He thought he was hot stuff because he was on the Minister's detail.
Nym hopped up and set herself, and Dawlish immediately charged her. Nym backpedaled and tried to sidestep, but the full change that morning had thrown her off and she stumbled. Dawlish hooked her with an arm and pulled her to his body. He had her bent over with his crotch against her ass and handfuls of both breasts before she recovered. Nym shrank her breasts out of his grip, turned
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halfway, and threw an elbow back hard. The point of her elbow crushed Dawlish's voicebox and he went down hard.
The watching crowd stepped back. One of Dawlishs's sycophants charged Nym, screaming in rage, and fell to a Stunner from Master Auror, Chief Instructor, Moody. "Anyone else?" Moody looked around. "Someone get a medic before this piece of shite dies." He kicked Dawlish with his wooden leg. One of the cadets legged it out of the training room. Moody looked at Nym and nodded. She was standing there with a look of concentration and something was standing just behind her under some kind of Disillusionment charm.
No, Harry, you can't kill him. Oh yes I can, Nym.
Harry! This needs to be handled through the proper channels if I'm to do well here. I handled it, didn't I?
Very well too, Nym, but he is going to die. After his trial or now, doesn't matter to me.
Nym rolled her eyes and huffed. Alastor nodded. "So, since this piece of shite decided to be an example, we're going to see what happens when a claimed witch is mistreated." He turned to the medics who had arrived and gone to work on Dawlish. "Will he live?"
The lead medic looked up and nodded. "He needs to go to St. Mungo's, though."
Moody nodded. "Fine, after he's processed." He turned to the class. "Okay, who can tell me the steps for processing a wounded prisoner?"
Nym turned and kissed Harry quickly just before he faded away. He still dies, Nym. Nym sighed. Yes, Harry, but after whatever the system is going to do to him. H
On Monday the fifth, Amelia Bones sat down behind the screen to watch the Veritaserum questioning of Auror Dawlish. She very nearly rubbed her hands in glee. She would question him, or have him questioned, regarding everything he had DONE since his Academy days. He was dirty--you could look at him and tell. No telling how much fun this would be.
Alastor entered the observation room and sat. "Duke Potter will kill him. Better get it all now."
Amelia smiled. "Good morning, Alastor. Yes, I thought so too. When Fudge hears of this it will be a madhouse. I already talked to Susan and Lord Black. They're quietly preparing the field. Fudge may very well not survive this."
Alastor laughed outright. "If he interferes in any way with the Potter lad killing Dawlish in public, I suspect he'll join Dawlish on his next great adventure. Tonks is exhausted this morning. I think she had to sit on Duke Potter all weekend."
Amelia smirked. "Why, Alastor! Language, please!"
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"Stop that, gel. You know what I meant."
Amelia laughed. "I'm fairly certain we're both more correct than we know. Susan seemed a little frazzled too."
Alastor shook his head. "The boy is a hazard."
"Only if you cross him, Alastor, or if you're a mannerless, uncultured bore who assaults women, apparently. He seems to have very little tolerance for that sort of thing."
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Hermione looked at Harry in the sitting room of Potter Castle; they had finished both dinner and the second study session. Harry was thinking through the most creative ways to kill Dawlish with first and second year curricula magics. While very creative, and sometimes humorous, most were just gross, especially that thing with the plank in the huge slingshot and Dawlish bent over. "Mother of God, Harry! Get over it already."
Harry pouted. Hermione sighed. "Sorry, Harry." She leaned over and pecked him on the lips.
Nym nodded. "You should be. Harry, I like the plank up the arse. Then we can stick him up in the middle of Diagon."
"Nym! Don't encourage him!" Hermione was upset. She had spent a whole weekend shagging like a mink to distract Harry, but every time one of them wasn't physically keeping him BUSY he went right back to planning Auror Dale Dawlish's spectacular demise.
"Come on, Ne. If you help, we can have it all planned out. It'll be spectacular enough to stick in the idiots' minds for a thousand years and keep me from having to kill more of them."
"Harry! That's blackmail!"
"Neeeeee."
"No, Harry. Harry, no. Harrrrryyy!"
Emma walked in just as Harry lifted his head from a panting Hermione's neck on the silk rug where he had pulled her down. "Don't you all have beds for that?"
"Eeek! Mother! Harry, stop laughing!"
This, of course, brought on paroxysms of levity and Harry was very definitely derailed from the demise of Dawlish. Emma smiled and sat. Eliza came and knelt at her feet. "Please teach me, o natural Slytherin one."
Emma giggled with the others. Hermione harrumphed and pouted. H
Harry paced slowly through Potter Castle supporting Narcissa on the fourteenth, with the Coven following and talking in low tones. Narcissa rolled her eyes. "I'm neither sick nor injured. Stop
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whispering. Harry dear, if you hover any closer, as soon as this practice contraction is over you're going to get burned, like the moth to my flame."
Harry waggled his eyebrows. "Promise?"
Narcissa sighed. "What is your fascination with my grotesque, whale-like physique Harry? Never mind, contraction over. Love me, Harry!"
Narcissa found herself levitated and being towed to the master bedroom at flank speed. She desperately tried to maintain her dignity by pulling her robe tighter around her thighs.
The Coven followed along, laughing. Luna was now an accepted, though still unsigned member of the Coven. She was nearly as stubborn as Hermione and wasn't about to be pushed by her hormones yet. Luna smiled and said, "Just think how much fun it will be to be pregnant with Harry's baby."
Hermione stopped and turned, looking Luna in her very focused eyes. Luna grinned at her and winked. Her eyes then unfocused again. Hermione huffed in frustration. It was as if Luna was two girls, and you couldn't stay mad at either of them. One was a genius and the other was a sweet, goofy little girl.
Hermione turned into the bedroom to find a nude Narcissa laid on a bearskin rug in front of the fire being massaged by Harry. She was slick with an oil they had discovered that eliminated stretch marks. She glowed a golden red, like some kind of pagan fertility goddess cast in copper.
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Narcissa longed for Harry's comforting hands in the early morning of the seventeenth as his baby spun and twisted after another contraction. "Shhh, angel. We'll go to hospital in a little while." She frowned. Lucius was adamant that this baby be delivered at St. Mungo's--why, she had no idea. The midwives could do just as well at home.
H Dobby appeared in Potter Castle's kitchen. "Otto, it's Mistress's time. They will go to St. Mungo's." Otto nodded and he and Dobby both disappeared. H
Harry nervously went through PT, breakfast, and classes until noon. The Coven knew what was going on and closed ranks. The Coven's wizards closed ranks around them and the rest of the students steered well clear of this hard-eyed group.
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Narcissa chuckled ruefully as Lucius retreated to the waiting room and the midwives orbited her. She stopped when the contraction hit. "Don't push yet, dearie."
Narcissa favored the midwife with a gimlet eye. She got an earthy chuckle in return. The midwife looked down, saw the crown of the baby's head, and used her wand to cut a quick episiotomy. "All right, dearie, a big push with the next one."
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Narcissa nodded and as her contraction hit she bore down and pushed. The midwife did her magic and Narcissa was delivered of a healthy baby boy: eight pounds and four ounces, and twenty inches long. She would not see him for a few moments yet as the medi-witches and midwives swept in and did their work, cutting the cord and cleaning the baby. Narcissa was left in the care of the midwives, who delivered the placenta, healed the episiotomy as if it had never been, and applied various charms and potions in a whirlwind of efficiency.
Soon enough Leyland William Malfoy was laid in his mother's arms and nursing at her breast. Narcissa was smiling with a tear running down her cheek, in a welter of hormones, adrenaline, and exhaustion. The midwifes, medi-witches, and orderlies continued their activities, preparing mother, child, and room to meet who they thought was their lord.
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Meanwhile, in the waiting area, Lucius had been maintaining his sneer as Lord Black waited silently and expressionlessly. Lucius, who had been awake since Narcissa had gone into labor yesterday, could stand it no longer. "Your purpose here, Black?"
Sirius smiled. "Why, to see my dear cousin, Lucius. The Blacks are not so numerous as before, what with the losing ways of half-blood mongrels and their lieutenants. Family, however, is very important to us. It always has been."
Lucius tried to puzzle that out but his mind kept sticking on the slap at him. He was one of those lieutenants Sirius had just spoken of.
His contemplations were interrupted by a witch. "Lord Malfoy, you may see your lady and son now."
Lucius left the waiting room, concentrating on the next few moments and not noticing Sirius trailing along silently.
Lucius entered the room and saw only the baby. He moved to Narcissa and took the child from her arms. Ignoring Narcissa, he examined the child. Lucius could actually feel pulses of magic. They were small, but they were there. He smiled. Lucius held the baby aloft and told the room and the world, "I present you, Leyland William Malfoy, the next Lord Malfoy."
Sirius watched this and nodded. His little voice said, "And your death warrant."
The room full of midwives, medi-witches, and orderlies smiled. Now the new mum would get hers; always so romantic, this part.
Lucius handed Narcissa the green-eyed, black-haired, already obviously magical baby back, sneered at her, opened his mouth, and saw Sirius. "Too late now, Black. The heir is named and claimed."
Sirius nodded. "Yes, I saw. Odd, those green eyes, what?"
Malfoy snapped. No one would ever know what had caused it--sleep deprivation, the tension of twelve years of hiding what he was--no one would know. He snarled and drew his wand. A surprised Sirius drew his wand and cast the first shield that came to mind. Lucius's vicious Sectumsempra slammed into the shield from less than a meter away and rebounded instantly. The
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upper and lower halves of the late Lord Lucius Malfoy parted company. Narcissa pressed her boy to her breast.
The midwives actually moved first in the ensuing silence. They reached Lucius and shook their heads. He could have been in an operating room and the best Healers in the world would not have been able to save him.
Narcissa opened her mouth and then clapped it closed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked into the green eyes of her lord for a moment, before they disappeared again.
Sirius gathered his wits and drew himself up to his full height from his defensive crouch. Narcissa looked at him. "We seek the protection of our paternal house, Lord Black."
Aurors skidded into the room just in time to hear this line. Sirius's mind worked quickly and he nodded. "Of course, Lady Black Malfoy. I regret your loss."
Narcissa looked at the cooling Lucius under the sheet the medi-witches had drawn over him. "Thank you, Lord Black. I regret my husband's actions. Why he attacked you unprovoked I will never know."
The Aurors blinked. Madam Bones entered the room. "Lord Black, Lady Malfoy, what in Circe's name is going on here?"
Narcissa felt a lingering kiss as Sirius explained to Madam Bones what had happened, and the hand left her shoulder. Oddly, she felt a familiar feminine kiss shortly after that and barely smiled. Her lord and lady had both attended her in her need.
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At Hogwarts, if Minerva McGonagall? was surprised when Harry and Hermione disappeared toward the middle of class she was even more amazed when Daphne stood and waved her hand and the other students, minus the Coven, went to sleep. "Daphne!"
"Sorry, Professor. Harry had to go. Sirius killed Lucius, or Lucius tried to kill Sirius and ended up dead. Something. Oh, Narcissa has just delivered a boy, eight pounds and four ounces and twenty inches long. Hermione says he looks just like Harry but with better hair, what there is of it. Oh, and she says he's definitely magical."
The Coven tittered excitedly
Minerva blinked. "Well, all right. Saves me having to be on guard against the hazard that Mr Weasley has become. What do we do about these students?"
Daphne smirked. "Harry and Hermione will be back in a moment and then we go on with class when he or I wake them. They'll think they drifted off in class and thank Morgana you didn't catch them. Bilius's problem is that wand of his, Professor. He broke it and taped it back together with Spell-o-tape."
Pansy laughed and the Coven joined her. "You have to teach me that sleeping thing, Daphne!"
Minerva frowned. "Not before she teaches me, Miss Parkinson." Minerva walked over to Ron and looked at the wand. She shook her head. "I'll have to write Molly and Arthur."
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This brought more giggles. Harry returned with Hermione. "Sorry, Professor."
Minerva smiled. "Congratulations, Your Grace, a healthy boy, already showing signs of being magical. Well done!"
Harry blushed furiously. "It was all Narcissa, ma'am."
Minerva looked Harry in the eye. "Not all, unless you changed the process of course. If you did, you can just change it right back!"
Harrys blushed deepened and the witches laughed and then talked for a minute while he recovered. Minerva nodded, Harry waved, and class continued.
Neville came awake with Ron's head on his shoulder. He pushed Ron off and they both got a glare from McGonagall?, but she didn't say a word to them. Neville groaned. He had to quit playing chess with Ron until so late at night.
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That night in Potter Castle the parents and Coven conversed as Harry hovered protectively over a smiling Narcissa and child, eyes glowing. It had all the mums sighing and the Coven discreetly waving charms at themselves. Merlin's staff, but he--hell, they--were sex on a chaise.
Andromeda leaned in and turned Nym's head back to face her. "Nymphadora?" "What, Mum?" Andromeda sighed. "How is the Academy, dear?" "In a tizzy, Mum. Sirius killing Lucius has them all freaked."
"Hey, it wasn't me! He killed himself!" Sirius raised his hands palm out in protest.
Amelia snorted and then nodded. "They aren't the only ones. The Wizengamot has lost its mind and demanded someone be charged. We may have to have Harry occupy his seats if one more light- sider goes over to the other side on this issue."
Augusta gaped and recovered. "Even after that Veritaserum-induced questioning of those witnesses and those certified Pensieve memories?"
Amelia shrugged eloquently. "Dumbledore is rousing the rabble. He is, as always, working in the background, but this has his 'greater good' stamp all over it. He has it in for Sirius for some reason."
Susan turned her head to the group from her position, chin in hand, watching Harry with Narcissa and Leyland. "To separate him from Harry, worst case, that case being he's discovered his error and is now taking steps to secure the true Boy Who Lived; or he just has it in for Sirius and is using him to improve his base--being seen to be in agreement with the Dark could pitch him some of the neutrals--best case."
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Everyone in the room turned to look at her. Susan blushed. "What?" Tracey leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Our own little political savant. We're so proud!"
The conversation really got rolling after that. Narcissa, having finally had enough attention from Harry, and with Leyland sleeping in her arms and herself feeling really good, finally joined in. "Sirius, you idiot. Why did you kill Lucius, anyway? Now you can't annul the marriage and I can't have Harry for a year!"
Harry perked up and growled. Sirius blanched. "Uh, no, Harry, that isn't true at all. Padma says you can put a sigil on her any time. Just don't make it a Potter crest and everyone will think she's under the protection of the Black house, after all, as she did claim it immediately. And again, I didn't kill him, I only shielded."
"Are you saying you aren't going to protect me and Leyland, you dog?"
"Narcissa! How could you? You know I will!" Sirius said, unintentionally using his head of house voice.
Narcissa blinked and then recovered. Her lord was, after all, sitting right there holding their child. "Oh hush, Sirius. Good idea, Padma, although I still won't be able to have Harry publicly for a year and I'll have to wear black. Hmmm. I need a tan. I look better in black with a tan." Narcissa paused, thinking. Harry stuck his sigil on her left ring finger, whereupon it crawled over the Malfoy Matriarch's ring and bound it as if it was in a silver cage.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other.
Hermione beat Harry to the punch by milliseconds and an oddly stereophonic "Publicly?" burst from them with a minor reverb.
Narcissa looked into snapping brown eyes and confused green ones. "Mistress, I would never even attempt to supplant you. Come here and touch me and know the truth. Master, yes, publicly."
Narcissa watched the green eyes start to roll up and said, "No, Harry, not that! Unless you want to, of course, but it will be us being seen together publicly. The dog has made it so that he'll have to escort me everywhere for a year, or perhaps Remus if he takes him into the Black family. Draco could do it, but I expect he won't be suitable when he learns of this. Sirius will be BUSY stomping on him and his claims to the fortune. Not too hard to do, as any scan will prove he's no male, but still I'd hate to have to kill him for trying something on Leyland. Now, if you do want to establish your claim in public, Master, there are some traditional locations. I think I prefer the Holy Thorn and missionary position."
Harry's eyes had gone all glowing at that last and Narcissa beamed. Hermione huffed. "Fine for you to fire him up, Narcissa. You won't be on the fire brigade for six weeks."
Now Narcissa's pale blue eyes were confused. "Beg pardon? Why not?" Hermione made a vague motion over her lower abdomen. "Don't you have to heal?"
Narcissa chuckled. "Hermione, dear, we are magical. You've seen bones healed overnight, regrown even. The episiotomy was healed after I delivered Leyland's placenta, which needs to go in the
vault, Harry, along with his cord, and three potions will restore the rest by tomorrow." Emma looked at Dan. "This one's being born by a witch midwife."
Harry caught Hermione on the way to the floor. He was beaming. Emma turned on him. "And should have her legally married, Uncle Harry there to greet her!"
Harry opened his mouth and Hermione put her hand over it. "Mother! Again with this? And Harry will be her brother-in-law."
"Yes, Hermione. If he's going to be stepping out on you, how can I be properly mad about it unless you're married? But with the age difference, Uncle will work."
"That type of thinking is what's stopping me right now, Mother!"
Melba sighed. "Merlin's truth! Stop that, you two. We're drifting off course here. What are we going to do about the Wizengamot? Then we can argue over weddings some more."
Luna looked up from her seat next to Narcissa, where she had taken Leyland. "Augusta should talk to the GOLs. Pull the vassal card early and often. Remind them Harry says it was an accident at best, suicide at worst. Sirius needs to work the Black vassals. We'll have enough votes in an inquest to rule Malfoy's death an accident. Both sides will be unhappy, but it will work. The Dark will keep quiet as long as Narcissa isn't seen publicly with Harry. Harry will need to kill Jacques Malfois when he challenges Narcissa as Head of the Malfois and make the Malfoy/Malfois house a vassal house. Because he'll be her and Leyland's Champion, Hermione."
"Luna, please at least let me ask the question first," Hermione said in a longsuffering voice. "Okay, Hermione," Luna returned brightly. "Now, Mother...."
Harry walked back over and took Leyland, sitting between Luna and Narcissa as the Coven and its family watched the wedding scuffle like a tennis match. It was all cold reason this time, though, an amazing display from two powerful, logical minds. Harry found out he would be married on the day after his seventeenth birthday in a ceremony that would rival the royal wedding at Glastonbury Abbey. At least that seemed to be the agreement that resulted. Harry hoped that settled it and wondered how much it would cost to rebuild an Abbey.
Daphne's amused voice sounded in his head. It doesn't need rebuilding, Harry. That's all Muggle- repelling charms that are so powerful they work on Muggle cameras. Who knew the daft things would make it a landmark all these years later?
Daphne? So all the ruins in this country....
Only about half, Harry, and none so famous as the graves of Arthur and Gwenhwyfar, the last of the high elves.
Harry resisted the urge to groan. Something almost had to go oddly with this setup. He would end up being Merlin reincarnated or something. Luna kissed him on the cheek. "Don't whinge, Harry. It will be fun!"
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Harry and the others trooped into the castle dripping wet after practice on the twenty-fourth of October. Harry was living a dream. The witches looked so sexy with those wet clothes plastered to them and those hard nipples. He wished the spectators hadn't just sat in the rain, but apparently it was a solidarity thing or something. He led the way up the stairs, and halfway up the first staircase he stopped. He turned, and Argus Filch smiled horribly at him and waved. "Never you mind, Your Grace. Mrs Norris and I have it." Argus put the Dial-a-Spell? on a dry patch of floor and Mrs Norris weaved through the puddles and pressed the button. Her fur ruffled in the passing charm, and you could hear her purring all the way up to Harry.
That's obscene! That cat is getting off on that!
Maybe, Hermione, but what I want to know is how is a cat making it go? You have to have at least some magic.
Really, Padma? So my mum and dad are Squibs? Hermione was well pleased.
Not in the classic sense. Apparently all humans have at least some magic and so can function rune controls, Padma supplied.
Susan suggested, Kneazle mix, maybe?
Nym added, Probably. That would explain how she tracks so well. I've tried everything and she always finds me.
Daphne shivered. Now that the cat Mystery is solved can we please use someone's trunk and go through to Camelot? I want in the hot tub.
Harry threw an arm around her and Daphne groaned. "Harry, how do you make that warming charm go into me like that?"
Eliza rolled her eyes. "Well, Daphne, when a wizard likes a witch...." She couldn't continue and the chase flowed through the Gryffindor common room, into the dorms, and then to Camelot in such a whirlwind that none of the Gryffindors even thought to check who was who. When Neville came out of the shower after Ron, he looked for Harry and smiled. He would give them some time before he went through his own trunk. No sense getting his eyes burnt out again.
Ron just shrugged at Harry's empty bed. He wasn't worrying about Potter any more. Between his mother's Howlers and this wonky wand, he hardly had the time to keep an eye on Neville and Ginny. "Chess, mate?"
Neville smiled. "Sure, Ron, but only one game." He led the way down to the common room.
When Neville and Ron were seated, Ginny came and perched on the arm of Neville's chair with her arse nearly touching his arm. Neville lost spectacularly--that warm butt millimeters from his arm was very distracting--and Ginny dragged him away. "Neville, can you help me with my homework?"
Neville smiled hugely. Perhaps his eyes were safe after all. Ron watched the pair thoughtfully.
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Draco charged through the Slytherin common room to avoid the insults and taunts he knew were coming. Father was dead, and now the pure-blood scions were turning on their housemates. He could be attacked at any time.
Mother, the useless bitch, had had that spawn Father had got on her, and Father had named it the heir just before he apparently committed suicide. The thing had to die. Mother would have to be reasoned with. They could get an heir on some witch by some wizard and then blood-adopt, or just take a magical child and blood-adopt it using Draco's blood after they killed its family.
Slytherin! This couldn't continue. The only thing holding the House to any kind of civilized behavior at all was the portraits reporting to Professor Sinistra and her laughing and taking points, while issuing detentions with complete abandon. Nott-Theodore?, not Audrey--had even physically challenged her and been laughed at and found himself stuck to the wall for two days. No one had given his tormentors--and there were many--any sort of punishment at all. Slytherin was at its lowest ebb in living memory and the dark lady Sinistra just laughed and told them, "You will bend to my will, or I'll break you all. Your choice."
That was all fine, but how were they supposed to know what her will was? Draco fumed. The witches seemed to be doing fine, though. Gods, they were vicious when one of the scions got points taken. Nobody had girlfriends any more and the House was feeding on itself; the wizard side, anyway.
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Harry led the slightly green witches to Camelot on the thirty-first. Sir Nicholas's death day party, while interesting, had been vile.
The feast laid by the elves in Camelot's dining room was anything but. The now complete Coven fell to with a will. Jasmine Moore paused and burped, then giggled. "Nym, they have courses in forensics at some of the universities. Would that help you in your work? I mean after we adapt the methods to magic, of course."
Nym shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I don't know. I mean, you all know as much about this as I do. We review all my lessons and practice the hand-to-hand and magical dueling, so what do you think, Jasmine?"
"I'll do a rough draft of some books I've read about procedures, collection analysis, and rules of evidence and we can go from there."
Nym nodded.
Narcissa smiled at Harry, who after he had finished eating was sitting on a silk rug with his legs spread and Leyland between them, giggling at the faces his father was pulling and trying to roll over. Harry was a great father, and when he could he took Leyland from her to let her rest or just sit and relax. It just couldn't get better than this! Emma Cadwallader favored her with a huge pout. Narcissa just beamed at her. "How's your cover wizard William coming, Emma?"
Emma smiled. "Fine, actually. I'll get one of those in just a few years." She nodded toward Leyland.
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Narcissa pulled a moue. "It's not all roses, Emma. We're BUSY being a non-sleeper now. Two or three hours at a time at best, then we have to find Bessy again."
Harry looked up. "You could express milk and an elf could nanny him, Narcissa."
"No!" Narcissa blanched. That had been much more emphatic than she intended. "Beg pardon, Your Grace. I don't want to do that, though. That's traditional and how Draco was raised. I will raise Leyland myself. If my social schedule suffers, so be it. As long as you have what you want from me I don't see any other more pressing concerns than raising our son properly."
Harry beamed at her. "Okay. I want you to be Narcissa Black Malfoy. Stop worrying about being yourself around me, Cissy."
Narcissa warmed at the smile and then arched a brow. "Nothing else, Master?"
Ella Caldwell sighed in exasperation. "Narcissa how can you make a simple question and sitting in a chair make me wet? I'm not even that into witches!"
Narcissa smiled mysteriously. Padma missed the whole conversation and Tracey noticed. "What is it, Padma?"
"We're ready on the diary. But I'm afraid of it. Well, not it, it's rigged to go up in flames at the touch of a rune, the stone under it anyway. I'm afraid of Harry getting near it."
"So why don't we freeze some of his boys like they do at those Muggle fertility clinics we investigated before Cissy worked out so well?"
Padma unfocused for a moment, then Tracey got dragged down on the rug and thanked thoroughly while Harry was fully distracted by Cissy and Susan. Hermione sat with Leyland in her lap and a bright smile on her face.
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Ron watched in disgust as Ginny nearly offered Neville her breasts--what there was of them; more like bumps with nipples--for dinner. Mother would be scandalized when he wrote to her. Where had Ginny even gotten that top? And this wand! He couldn't even protect himself from the hexes the little witch threw at him every time her eyes fell on him. It was so unfair. She was his sister and he couldn't hex her in return.
His attention refocused on Ginny dragging Neville to his feet, a bright smile on her face. "So we're off then."
Neville looked at Ron. "Just for a walk, Ron, some fresh air. We'll be back." "Oh. All right then." "Uh, alone, Ron, just me and Ginny." "What? Braaack cluck-cluck-cluck braaack!"
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Neville blinked in surprise and then laughed with the rest of the student body as the professors chased Ron the chicken. Ginny took advantage of the confusion, nodded at the twins, and pulled Neville away. Percy glared at the twins, who smirked back, and George nodded at the chicken. Percy huffed and turned back to the Halloween feast.
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Draco sank back in his seat, suppressing the nearly overwhelming urge to kill the chicken. It wasn't possible with nearly every Professor surrounding the thing.
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Out in the nearly moonless courtyard Ginny shivered a bit theatrically and Neville spun his outer robe up and over her. "Want to go back in?"
Ginny shook her head and burrowed into his side. "No! Uh, I mean not unless you want to. This is nice."
Neville steered them to a bench and swept the snow off. He sat and found himself with a lapful of witch who had her lips locked inexpertly but nearly desperately to his. It was a nice feeling. Neville leaned into it and began his own inexpert movements. He finally pulled back and gasped, drawing in a huge lungful of cold air. Ginny lay in his lap, gasping a little herself. They were both seeing spots. "Breathing--how do we do that when we're doing that?"
Ginny smiled. "Let's try it breathing through our noses. And Neville, you can move your hands."
Neville blushed at what he thought she was telling him. Ginny laughed and leaned in, locking her lips to his again. She turned so she was astride him and ooched forward until her panty-covered vulva hit his hard, trouser-covered cock, then she let her weight down on him. Neville grimaced and pushed her back up with his hands at her waist. He didn't quite throw her on the ground but they ended up standing, a look of pain on Neville's face and one of Horror on Ginny's. "Oh Morgana, Neville, I'm sorry! What happened?"
Neville wouldn't speak; he simply led her back into the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, where he pecked her good night and went to his room. Ginny went up to her room and flung herself on the bed, bitterly disappointed and highly aroused.
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Golden eyes flashed at the empty hallway. Nothing! Why had Master called? Where was the Master?
A vast slithering filled the hallway, followed by an ethereal exclamation and a splash. H
In Potter Castle Harry felt a tingle up his spine and froze in concentration. The feeling went away and he shrugged it off and turned back to the "after" conversation they were having. He felt the inner circle's eyes on him.
I don't know.
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Harry felt more than saw their concerned acquiescence. He ran his hand up Morag's back and around to her front. She moved her arm and allowed him full access to her breast as she kept talking to Millie.
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In his rooms, having just returned, Albus felt the wards trip and rose to find the cause. He could not afford another scandal.
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Very late that night Ginny woke and listened. She heard the feminine groans issuing from Granger's room as usual. Someone was getting what she wanted! Hey, wait a minute. They never lock that door! Most of the time it's open, even. I can see what's supposed to be happening!
Ginny crept up to the second year girls' dorm and through the door. Lisa Turpin was astride Harry, who lay on the bed on his back, and she was rising up and down. Ginny crept closer. Oh Merlin! It's that big? Oh gods, I can't do that. It's, like, huge!
"See something you like, Ginny?"
Ginny jumped and spun. Hermione chuckled. "You're not mad? I wasn't going to--well, anything really. I want Neville. I just need to figure something out."
Hermione looked at her and led her to Lavender's bed. Ginny's eyes never left the sweat-slicked form of Lisa Turpin, forcing herself down on Harry over and over. "What did you need to figure out, Ginny?"
"What? Oh, Hermione!" Ginny focused as Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender chuckled. "Well you see, I was out in the courtyard with Neville. We were kissing and I straddled him like Lisa is Harry. We kept kissing and I slid up and sat down on him like she's doing, and he almost cried."
Lavender snickered. "You probably broke his boner."
Ginny looked horrified and about to cry. Hermione shot a look at Lavender. "You can't break it, it's not bone. Neville was probably getting hard, Ginny, and in an odd position in his pants. When you put your weight on it, it probably bent him at an odd angle. A sharp enough bend could be very painful."
They all snapped their heads around as Lisa growled out, "Haaaarrrrryyyy" and Harry grunted and locked his hips. Ginny was fascinated. Hermione sighed. "Come on, I'll show you what I mean." She pulled Ginny over and the now collapsing Lisa fell over off of Harry. Hermione grasped his member. "See, it's really a special type of tissue called erectile tissue that fills with blood and gets really firm and hard. Here, feel." Hermione took Ginny's small hand and put it on Harry's hard, slick cock. Ginny leaned forward and looked as she rubbed up and down. Harry was a reddish color, and while it might not have a bone it was very hard; smooth and slick though, so warm too, and the veins in it squirmed under her fingers. She could feel Harry's pulse. She could also smell Lisa and something else, it must be Harry. How would he taste?
Lavender looked at Parvati with a raised brow as they watched from her bed. Hermione hadn't Scourgified Harry. Ginny was in contact with his sperm without a contract.
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Ginny leaned closer and Hermione pulled her back. "No! Not without a contract."
Lavender smiled at Parvati. Hermione hadn't lost her mind, then. Ginny blushed. "Sorry, just looking."
Hermione eyed her. "You know you can't get a wizard's sperm inside you without a contract, Ginny. Unless you want to be Harry's and my fuck toy."
Ginny shook her head. "No, I want my own. Erm, to be my own. Neville will do very nicely!" Her blush was epic.
Hermione nodded and put a hand on Harry's chest. His eyes were glowing just slightly. It's fine, Harry. I'm just showing her. We'll probably have a few sessions like this.
She felt Harry's mental start. We will? Really? Hey, I don't have to shag her, do I? She does look just like Mum except for the eyes, Hermione. You know she's going to be wearing her fingers out later too.
I thought Susan looked more like your mom, Harry. She'd be doing that anyway. I mean, she already watched you shag Lisa. I bet I can make her come with a Scourgify when she leaves.
Mom now, Hermione, Susan looks like Mom now. Ginny looks like first year Mum. So much so it's uncanny. Only difference is the eyes really. Didn't you look at those photo albums? What's the bet.
Okay, Harry. I get it. No, no shagging. If it gets to that I'll show her with a stick-on. You get to have sex with me.
Daphne, awake, listening and watching, tossed in, I'd be glad to show her, Ne. Like we weren't going to do that anyway, Ne.
Harry rolled his eyes; Hermione smiled and went back to her lecture. "Okay, so this is the hard version--excited, if you will. There's also another state where the penis is soft and smaller."
"Which if you're lucky you'll never see, Ginny."
"Lavender!" All four other witches snickered at Hermione, who rolled her eyes and continued. "Now, when you got Neville excited he grew, or started to. He might have gotten trapped in his trousers somehow and bent."
Hermione reached over and grasped Harry with one hand at the base and the other toward the top and bent him. "Ouch!"
"Sorry, Harry. So you see, even bending it a little hurts the wizard. Putting your weight on it would, or could, bend it all the way back on itself. Very painful. Parvati, come here, please."
Parvati leapt up and crawled into Hermione's now crowded bed. "I think what you wanted to do was this, Ginny. Make sure his penis is free and hard and lying up against his body. Use your hand over his trousers." Hermione pushed Harry up and tight against his belly. "Then bring yourself up gently." Parvati complied slowly and carefully after she had straddled Harry. "Ease your vulva up against him." Parvati did. "Then gently apply your weight." Parvati groaned as her vulva pressed on
Harry. "Thrust with your hips."
Parvati did, and Ginny watched in amazement as Parvati's vulva swelled, reddened, and parted on either side of Harry, who was now slick with Parvati's juices. Hermione went on describing and Parvati demonstrating--in her case through orgasm after orgasm as Harry was rubbing against her clit as she had rocked her hips forward--until Harry growled, grabbed Parvati's hips, drew back, and pushed her up and then sank into her in one stroke. They both collapsed shortly afterward.
Hermione looked at Ginny. "That's why you wear panties. Any questions?"
Lavender rolled her eyes. "Ginny, dry-humping is fine. In other words, keep your panties on. If you go farther than that you need to be damn sure of your wizard and/or have a contract. No cock- sucking either, same rules. Oh, and practice your Scourgify. Neville will come all over whatever you're wearing."
Ginny nodded and impulsively kissed Hermione. "Thank you, Hermione!" She ran out the door and Hermione just managed to hit her with a Scourgify on the way. Ginny squeaked and stumbled. Hermione smiled all the way down Harry's length and rolled her head from side to side with him buried in her throat. Harry levitated her around and his smiling face disappeared under her.