Chapter 46 - Ch: 3-4

Chapter 3:

"Will you come on, Harry? It will be fine!" said an exasperated Hermione, tugging on Harry's robes.

"I think I'm going to be sick," he muttered, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

It was time for him to meet the girls he had summoned to Hogwarts to help save his life. Only now he wasn't so keen on facing them. The joy of last night's tryst with Parvati and Hermione had been replaced by apprehension. His stomach was tied in knots as he worried over whether the others would consent to have sex with him.

The meeting was to take place in the hospital wing, as Madam Pomfrey would be presiding. Harry and Hermione were slowly making their way there, though Harry's pace was starting to infuriate her.

"Honestly, Harry, are you sure you killed Voldemort? Where's your Gryffindor courage?"

He glared at her. "This is not the same. I don't remember you being so enthusiastic when Parvati wanted us to get naked."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, "you were very understanding. It's just that we've been in this corridor for almost five minutes."

"Fine. Let's go," Harry growled, and picked up his pace.

Hermione followed hurriedly, resisting the urge to scold him further. She knew that the others would likely bend over backwards for him, but he was walking like a condemned man to the gallows.

-o-o-o

When they finally arrived at the hospital wing, Hermione almost had to push Harry through the open doors. Gathered inside were Madam Pomfrey, Tonks, Fleur, Luna, Parvati, an old Indian healer, and, to Harry's horror, Professor McGonagall.

"Glad you could finally join us, Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said archly, as seven faces turned to stare at him.

"Sorry," Harry muttered, and made his way toward one of the open beds.

Luna leapt from her perch and gave him a crushing bear hug, a habit she had acquired from Hermione, while Tonks and Fleur approached him at a more reasonable pace.

"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks grinned, and Fleur stepped forward to give him a quick peck on each cheek.

"Er, hello Fleur, Tonks, Luna. Thanks for coming."

"Don't I get a greeting?" Parvati mock pouted.

Harry managed to resist snorting. "Hi Parvati. I 'greeted' you yesterday, I believe. Have you already told everyone what's happening?"

"Hey! I told you I can keep secrets too!"

"Sorry," he smiled weakly.

McGonagall cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. "The Headmaster has been called away on business for the ICW, but has asked that I keep him updated. I will be standing in for him today. Miss Granger, if you would kindly close the doors, we can begin. Poppy?"

Hermione closed the doors quietly and then returned to Harry's side. Pomfrey looked around at the assembled witches.

"Before we begin, thank you all for coming. I assure you that this is a matter of grave importance. With us today is Healer Chatterjee, who has consulted at St. Mungo's for over fifty years. I will explain why she is here shortly."

The wizened Indian witch gave a slight nod of her head and grinned toothlessly at Harry. He tried to return her smile, but was a bit unnerved by her appearance.

He leaned nervously against one of the hospital beds as Pomfrey spoke.

"As a result of Mr. Potter's defeat of the Dark Lord, he apparently received an enormous boost of power. We're not sure why, but his magical core is now so powerful that his magic is literally leaking out of his body. This is very harmful to his health, and could potentially kill him if not treated immediately."

Harry tried not to squirm as everyone stared at him in concern.

"You are all here," she continued, "because we know of only one way to drain Mr. Potter's core of the excess magic without killing him. Healer Chatterjee is familiar with a power-sharing ritual that will allow him to permanently transfer a portion of his magic to you."

There were a couple gasps of surprise, and she paused to let the information sink in.

"You were chosen because you are each close to Mr. Potter, and he thinks well of you. That is one of the requirements of the ritual. The primary requirement, however, is sex between you and Mr. Potter."

There was total silence in the room following her pronouncement. Harry chanced a look around, and he saw surprise and confusion on almost every face.

"Are you bloody serious?" Tonks finally asked.

"I am," Pomfrey answered. "You are being asked to have sex with Harry to save his life. In the bargain you will gain a significant power boost."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, and he blushed under the scrutiny.

"I know this is awkward," he said softly, "and it's asking quite a lot. Too much, I guess. I'll understand if you don't want to participate."

"Are zere uzzer consequences?" Fleur asked cautiously. Despite having spent almost two years in England, she tenaciously held on to her French accent. Hermione insisted that she did it on purpose, since most British males found it sexy.

"Nothing harmful that we know of," said Pomfrey. "The ritual was created for use between husbands and wives, which is one reason why mutual affection is required. There will be no literal bonds formed between you and Mr. Potter, but since you are acquiring so much of his magic, you will likely feel a certain fondness for him the rest of your life."

Harry noticed that Fleur was looking at him appraisingly now, her eyes roving over his entire body. Tonks was leering at him comically.

"Oy, Harry, all you had to do was ask nicely if you wanted to get in my knickers. There was no need for the dramatics."

"Very funny, Tonks," he smiled faintly.

He glanced at Luna, and saw that she was regarding him with an unreadable expression, her head tilted curiously to the side.

He almost flinched when she stepped forward and demanded that he open his mouth.

"Er, what?" he asked, thoroughly confused.

"Open wide, please, Harry. It's important."

Harry obliged his quirky friend, and she stared into his mouth with her huge unblinking eyes. She proceeded to rub her fingers along his gums and examine the inside of his mouth closely. He wondered vaguely if this was Luna's way of assessing his potential as a lover.

"Hmmm," Luna said mistily, "everything seems to be okay. I was worried for a moment that this was a plot of the Rotfang Conspiracy. They're still trying to gain power in the Ministry, you know—dark magic and gum disease is a very nasty combination."

"Er, right. Thanks, Luna," Harry smiled, glancing sideways at Hermione.

Her eyes were closed and she was shaking her head, trying to resist the urge to ridicule Luna's antics. She had learned her lesson when Luna returned from Norway last summer with a crumple-horned snorkack in tow. Melvin the Snorkack was now one of the most popular creatures in Hagrid's third-year class. So Hermione reluctantly bit her tongue whenever Luna brought up nargles, wrackspurts, or one of her father's new theories.

"Over 9000?!" Tonks suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, and everyone flinched from the volume. She and Pomfrey had been having a whispered conversation, and now the matronly nurse was glaring at her angrily.

"Yes, Auror Tonks, over 9000. That information was not supposed to be shouted from the rooftops."

Tonks stared at Harry in awe. "Blimey, Harry; I'm not training with you again until we fix your little problem. You might blow me up."

He grinned sheepishly. "That's probably a good idea. I spent two hours in the Room of Requirement this morning releasing some magic, and I almost destroyed the room by accident."

Tonks snorted, and Harry looked around at the girls again. "I know all of this is hard to believe. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it. But if you help me, I promise I will do everything in my power to, er, return the favor someday," he said earnestly, his gaze falling to the floor.

When he looked up again, everyone save McGonagall was either beaming or smirking at him. McGonagall's face had a pinched look that implied she would rather talk about anything in the world other than Harry's libido.

"Well, you know I'm in," Parvati smiled brightly.

"Me too," chimed in Hermione, trying to encourage the others to agree.

"Me three," Luna parroted dreamily, her eyes locked on Harry's slightly tented crotch. "You can help me find a Blibbering Humdinger in return."

"Gladly, Luna," Harry smiled, relieved that the quirky blonde girl would do this for him.

Tonks just shrugged and grinned at Harry. "You're a bit on the young side for me, Harry, but it's for a good cause. I suppose I can shag your brains out if it will save your life."

"Auror Tonks, please retain some professionalism," McGonagall scolded, and Tonks smirked at her former professor.

All eyes turned to Fleur, who gave Harry a beautiful smile. "Eet would be my pleasure, 'Arry, alzo Gabrielle will be quite disappointed zat she is too young to participate."

He sighed in relief as everyone consented to the ritual. He had honestly expected someone to balk at sleeping with him. "Thank you, all of you. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'll never forget this."

"Oh, I'm quite sure about that last part," Parvati smirked, inspiring snickers all around.

"So how do we do this?" Tonks inquired. "One at a time or does Harry have to shag us all at once in some kind of orgy?"

"One at a time," replied Healer Chatterjee, speaking for the first time. Harry was surprised at her lack of accent. "It would make his magic unstable to transfer so much at once, so the ritual should only be performed once every 24 hours. It will make your own magic a bit unpredictable for a few days, but your power increase should be noticeable fairly quickly."

"Well, what's not to love, then?" grinned Tonks. "I suppose we all know who goes first. But what's the order after Hermione?"

Hermione cleared her throat nervously. "We, er, already talked about that this morning, and thought it would be best if I didn't go first."

Tonks crossed her arms and looked between Harry and Hermione incredulously. "And how did you arrive at that conclusion? You two have been inseparable for years."

"Well, er…" Hermione began, but her face turned an unbecoming shade of scarlet and she was unable to continue. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for the hammer to drop.

Parvati spoke into the awkward silence, delighted to embarrass the pair further. "Harry's a bit girthy," she replied, grinning wickedly. "To, er, ensure a pleasurable experience, Hermione needs a little practice before she's ready for the real thing."

Harry sighed as laughter spread across the group.

"How do you practice for the real thing?" Luna inquired.

Hermione's face reddened even further, and Parvati burst out laughing. "Oh, Merlin, this is too much. Just show her, Hermione."

Hermione glanced apologetically at Harry before reaching into her robes and pulling out a long blue object.

Luna's eyes widened even more than normal as she realized that it was an exact replica of Harry's penis, complete with veins and ridges.

"Hermione transfigured it from a vase this morning," Parvati informed the group. "I think she did a bang-up job."

Luna peered closely at the big blue dildo, fascinated by its realism. "So you will practice by—."

"Yes, Luna," Hermione cut her off sharply, before she could say anything further. "That is exactly how it works."

When she finally picked her jaw up off the floor, Tonks began laughing uproariously. Even Fleur chuckled at this new revelation. She stepped forward to examine the penis closely, looking between it and Harry.

"Zees is like ze real thing, non?" she smiled, getting an exasperated nod from Harry. "Mon dieu, tu es epais," she whispered, tracing the cord of tissue on its underside with one finger.

"What was that?" Tonks inquired, wiping tears of mirth from her face.

"Thick," Fleur replied, still examining it closely.

"And 6.4 inches, before you ask," added Parvati, grinning at Harry. He clenched his jaw and wished he could sink into the floor.

"That is quite enough, Miss Patil," McGonagall protested weakly, her sense of decorum outraged by the sight of the dildo on display in her school. Pomfrey glanced at her in concern, worried that she might faint.

Parvati shrugged and stepped forward, taking the transfigured penis from Hermione's grasp. "Have a look," she smiled, thrusting it into Fleur's hands. "The real thing works properly too," she whispered loudly, winking at Harry.

"I'll just bet it does," smirked Tonks, moving closer and leaning over Fleur's shoulder to examine Harry's equipment.

Harry groaned in embarrassment as McGonagall paled and gave him a reproachful glare.

He was beginning to wish he had never been talked into this plan. Parvati had convinced Hermione that she didn't want her first time with Harry to be painful, so he had reluctantly posed for a transfiguration exercise.

When Fleur was done, Tonks took Harry's penis from her gleefully and waved it around like a wand. "It really is nice and thick," she beamed. "Does it do any spells besides Harry's version of aguamenti?"

Parvati giggled, and everyone but McGonagall cracked a smile.

"Auror Tonks, please…" she protested, her face white with mortification.

But Tonks was on a roll, waving the penis around and pretending to cast spells with it. "Quite a magical artifact, Harry. You could sell these and make millions. 'Harry Potter's Magic Wand'—only it would slay virgins instead of Dark Lords."

The room erupted in laughter, and Harry sat down heavily on the bed, his face beet red.

"That's a great idea, Tonks," he muttered. "You get to work on a marketing plan. I'll just be over here practicing the killing curse. On myself."

"Oh, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," she chided. "I bet Professor McGonagall would even sell them to the upper years for you. It would be like you never left Hogwarts."

"Hey, I know," she added suddenly, turning to approach McGonagall. She held Harry's penis under the elderly Professor's nose, smiling innocently. "Maybe you could use your skills to animate it, Professor; you know, make it function like the real thing."

McGonagall swatted the penis out of her face and glared at Tonks in fury. "That is quite enough, Miss Tonks. I assure you that you are not too old for detention, or to be transfigured into a seat cushion. Now behave yourself."

Tonks chuckled and tossed the dildo back to Hermione, who blushed and returned it to her robes. "Just a thought," she shrugged.

"Yes, well, back on topic," said an amused Pomfrey, who had not embarrassed Harry further by handling the dildo. "It doesn't matter what the order is, but someone needs to go today. Mr. Potter's magic needs to be released."

"I'm on duty tonight and the day after tomorrow," Tonks supplied helpfully, "otherwise I'd be happy to break him in."

"I suppose I should practice first as well," said Luna uncertainly, eyeing Hermione's robes. "Perhaps I could arrange to borrow Harry's penis from Hermione."

Hermione coughed in embarrassment, but otherwise ignored Luna's comment. "Well, that leaves either Parvati or Fleur," she said, trying to assert some control of the situation for Harry's sake.

"Do you 'ave a preference, 'Arry?" Fleur smiled at him.

Oh, Merlin, what a question, he thought. "Er, I think you two should probably decide amongst yourselves."

Parvati smirked at his diplomacy. "Always the gentleman, Harry. As much as I'd like to deflower you, why don't we let Fleur go first, since she came all the way from France and would probably like to return soon?"

"Zat is very kind," Fleur said, smiling brightly at Parvati. "I promise zat 'Arry will be in good 'ands."

"It's decided then," Pomfrey said officially. "Miss Delacour shall go first, followed by Auror Tonks tomorrow, then Miss Patil this weekend. Healer Chatterjee, please tell us a little more about the ritual itself."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Do you know anything about ze veela allure, 'Arry?" Fleur whispered as he walked next to her. She kept her voice down so they could not be overheard by Pomfrey and Chatterjee, who were leading them to the Room of Requirement.

"Er, not much."

"Well, I am only one-quarter veela, but you should know: in a sexual situation, ze veela will always be ze aggressor."

"How so?" Harry asked, his apprehension returning in full force.

"Do not be alarmed when I turn into a bird and throw fireballs at you," she replied seriously. "Eet is ze veela way."

Harry stopped walking completely as her words sank in.

"What?" he whispered.

Fleur looked back at him in concern. "Is zees a problem? You know how to defend yourself, non?"

He swallowed heavily. "But…I thought that…"

Fleur burst out laughing. "Oh, 'Arry, ze look on your face! I am only kidding you. I cannot transform."

"Oh. Ha ha. I knew that," he said in relief, catching her up and trying to recover his poise.

"But when I am aroused I really will be aggressive," Fleur whispered, glancing sideways at him. "Zat is not a problem for your first time?"

"Er, no," Harry replied nervously. He had gained quite a bit of confidence the previous day with Hermione and Parvati, but losing his virginity to a beautiful part-veela was something else entirely.

"You will enjoy yourself; I promise."

He nodded and hoped for the best as they reached the Room of Requirement. The room had already been prepared for the ritual by Healer Chatterjee, and now it only required Harry and Fleur's presence.

As they entered, Chatterjee approached them with a jar of gloopy-looking paint, and Harry knew better than to ask what it was composed of.

"Disrobe please, and I will apply the proper runes," she said brusquely, as Madam Pomfrey looked on in interest.

Harry glanced once at Fleur and quickly removed his robes. It was embarrassing to be standing nude and aroused in front of two old women, but he was growing used to such humiliation. Fleur was now standing nude several feet away from him, but he wasn't quite brave enough to ogle her in their presence.

He chanced a glance sideways when Healer Chatterjee approached her, and his split-second peek revealed a bounty of flawless nude skin that made his heart race.

The healer leaned over Fleur's abdomen and drew a complicated rune several inches below her belly button, then turned to Harry.

She paused to look at his erect penis for a moment, and he wondered if the old woman was just indulging herself. It was unnerving to be aroused in the presence of a witch who looked like she was old enough to have been Merlin's nursemaid.

He gasped when she grabbed it shamelessly and pushed it down to move it out of her way. He shivered as she applied a cold brush to his abdomen and drew on him as well.

Chatterjee stepped back to admire her work, then asked Harry and Fleur to hold hands. They did so, and she placed her hands on both of their stomachs.

Harry shivered again as the old woman chanted in what he guessed was Hindi, then removed her hands.

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward and handed her two smoking goblets, and she pressed them on Harry and Fleur.

"Drink all of it," she ordered.

They complied, and Harry was surprised to find that the potion didn't taste unpleasant at all. It was cloyingly sweet, but it was nothing like the medicinal potions to which he had grown accustomed.

When both had finished, the Healer examined the empty goblets and nodded.

"It is done," she said. "Inside the circle now, please."

Harry and Fleur obediently crossed the room and stood beside a bed that was placed in a circle of six runic stones.

"Once I activate the circle, you must not perform any magic," the old Indian witch said sternly. "Do you understand?"

Getting two nods, she stepped back and applied her wand to each of the rune stones that surrounded the bed. She whispered something in Hindi, then each glowed for a second before returning to normal.

"The ritual will be complete when the boy ejaculates inside you," she said to Fleur, who blushed a little at her frankness.

"Must 'eez first, er, ejaculation, be inside me?" she asked hesitantly.

Chatterjee smirked at Fleur's question. "Plan to get your money's worth, dear? It will not affect the ritual should you wish to, shall we say, enhance his longevity."

Fleur nodded, and Harry wished the smirking old woman would just get the hell out of the room. He was standing next to a naked veela, for Merlin's sake; two elderly healers just didn't belong in such an equation.

"And you are certain zat I do not need ze pregnancy potion?" Fleur asked apprehensively.

Chatterjee shook her head. "You cannot become pregnant. You will be absorbing his magic, but that is the only sense in which he will be impregnating you."

Fleur smiled in relief and glanced at Harry, who returned her gaze with as much confidence as he could muster.

"We cannot re-enter the room after the door closes, but the ritual itself is not dangerous," added Pomfrey. "It will not harm you to leave the circle, but do not do so unless there is an emergency. Should you require assistance, call for Drippy the house elf."

"Thanks. Bye," Harry said abruptly, his patience finally at an end. It was not lost on him that he was about to lose his virginity to Fleur Delacour. His anticipation was overwhelming him as the moment of truth approached.

Pomfrey snorted and led her colleague out, finally leaving Harry and Fleur alone. The pair turned and faced each other, for the first time taking in the other's naked form.

His eyes met Fleur's, and he could see the gleam of mirth in them. He let his eyes travel slowly south, noting that her skin was completely without flaw. It seemed to almost glow with an inner light, accentuated by the silvery blond mane that flowed past her shoulders.

A wave of raw desire swept over him as he took in her ample breasts, which were perfectly proportioned with pink, puffy nipples that were already erect. Harry had to resist the urge to rush forward and take one of them in his mouth. He realized that her veela allure was overpowering him, but he simply didn't care.

His eyes flowed hungrily down her body, taking in her flat, firm stomach before arriving at the promised land. His heart pounded as he drank in the sight of a thin vertical stripe of pubic hair, just as silver as her hair. It stopped before it reached two fleshy pink lips that seemed to call out to him in invitation.

He looked back to Fleur's face, and saw that she was observing him with an amused expression.

"Like what you see, 'Arry?

"Very much so," he breathed, hardly able to control his anticipation.

"Well, you are very nice to look at, as well," she purred, closely the distance between them. "You are not at all the leetle boy I met three years ago. Do not be nervous. Zis will be fun."

Harry swallowed thickly and nodded as she gripped his penis in one hand and gave him a playful squeeze.

"You can touch me too, 'Arry," she whispered, and reached down to grip him in both hands.

He sighed as she stroked him, and moved his hands lightly along her hips. He let his thumbs play across her stomach, and then softly brushed his palms against her nipples. Her breath quickened, and he bravely held both breasts in his hands, impressed with their fullness. He kneaded them gently, eliciting a soft moan from Fleur. They were so firm, yet so soft and elastic, that he felt he could play with them for hours.

They touched each other tenderly for a little while longer, then Fleur released him.

"We will both enjoy zis more if you are relaxed," she smiled. "Come to ze bed."

She led him to the bed, where she sat him down beside her. She looked at him curiously when a few seconds passed.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

"Oh. Right," Harry blushed, and leaned forward eagerly to meet her lips. He pressed his lips against her firmly, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, but she drew back almost immediately.

"Non, non, non," she frowned. "Ze English do not understand how to kiss. Softly, 'Arry. Pay attention."

She ran a hand through his hair, and leaned in to gently caress his lips with hers. She kissed him softly, barely making contact before withdrawing again, then tilted her head to bring their faces together.

Her tongue flicked across his lips, and he opened his mouth to allow her entrance. He gently met his tongue with hers, reveling in the sensation as they played lightly with each other.

As they kissed, Fleur's hand found its way to his cock again, and she began stroking him tenderly. She pecked him softly on the lips, finishing their kiss, then stared down at his cock and smiled.

"Stand up, 'Arry," she ordered, and he hastened to obey. "It is rare for a veela to give oral pleasure, so enjoy zis."

She wrapped her fingers around his base and examined his erection closely. A glistening drop of pre-cum was threatening to drip from its tip, so she leaned forward and suckled gently on his head for a moment. Harry closed his eyes in bliss.

"You 'ave a very nice cock," she said admiringly, then took him fully into her mouth without further ceremony.

Harry took a deep breath and exhaled as she swallowed most of his length. She released only a couple inches before devouring him again. Harry moaned as her soft mouth engulfed him almost completely. He could feel a delicious pressure building in his loins, and his stomach quivered in anticipation.

Fleur felt him start to lose control, and withdrew from him teasingly. When he made eye contact with her, she began sucking lightly on his swollen head while her hand pumped his shaft in long, firm strokes. The delicate suction of her lips was more than enough to push him over the edge.

Harry moaned in ecstasy, and Fleur released him from her mouth. She pointed him slightly downward towards her chest and stroked him with vigor.

He panted as orgasm overtook him.

His cock bucked in her hand, and he shot four thick ropes of white onto her chest, his hot release sliding down to decorate her breasts. Twice more he spurted, grunting softly as he coated her. Fleur relaxed her hold on him, only to be taken by surprise as two more quick bursts followed, hitting her first in the chin and then square in the cheek. She reeled back in surprise, but did not let go of him.

When he was finally finished, she looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "Zat was quite a lot," she said dryly, Harry's cum covering her chest and dripping off her chin and cheek.

He looked down at her sheepishly, thankful that he had missed her eyes. "Sorry."

"Eet is alright. You will no doubt 'ave many children," she said in amusement.

Harry snorted softly and watched as Fleur reached behind her on the bed.

"Merde," she grimaced. "I forgot zat we cannot use magic to clean up."

"Oh, er, I can help," he offered, grabbing the edge of the bedspread and gently wiping his release off her chest. She leaned back on her hands and watched him work, smiling as he paid special attention to cleaning her nipples.

When he was finally done, he wiped away the stripe of cum on her cheek with his thumb and looked at her seriously.

"Thank you for this, Fleur. Really."

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, grinning at his sincerity. "How could I not help, 'Arry? You are very welcome…now, I believe eet is almost time for ze real thing. Do you know how to use your tongue?"

Harry smiled widely. "I've had a little practice," he bragged, thanking Merlin that Parvati had been so insistent on educating him the previous night.

She chuckled and slid back onto the bed, spreading her legs helpfully for him. "Well zen?"

He released the edge of the soaked bedspread and climbed onto the bed, eager to please her. He could hardly believe this was happening to him. There were people at Hogwarts who would happily murder him for a chance to bed Fleur Delacour.

He placed his hands on her knees and grinned wickedly at her, surprised at his own boldness. His heart started pounding again as he lowered his gaze to the moist pink lips between her legs. Except for the stripe of silver hair, she was just as bare as Parvati. Her lips were puffy, made to be caressed, and he could just make out her clit between them. The slit below was opened ever so slightly, its edges glistening with wetness.

Harry ran his hands along the soft flesh of her knees and then her thighs, admiring the taught perfection of her skin. He slowly lowered his head, his hands gripping her upper thighs as he finally reached his destination. He rubbed his nose gently against her folds, luxuriating in their softness.

Fleur sighed above him as Harry gently spread her lips with his thumbs, revealing the small button of flesh concealed within. Her clit was pink in its arousal, and he could see all of its detail as it stood out from its hood.

"Now, 'arry," she demanded, growing impatient with his clit-gazing.

He responded eagerly, his tongue playing back and forth across her clit in a gentle rhythm. He withdrew slightly and licked from her clit to her pussy and back, exulting in the wetness that seeped onto his tongue. Fleur moaned, and he gently took her clit in his mouth, rolling it softly around on his tongue.

She hissed in pleasure and grabbed his hair roughly, just as Hermione had. As he continued teasing her clit, he brought one hand to her entrance and tickled it with two fingers. His fingertips came away soaked, and Harry quickly plunged both fingers inside her.

"Oui," Fleur breathed. He was amazed at the softness of her pussy. Her walls were even silkier than Parvati's, and he could hardly wait to feel them wrapped around his cock. He stroked her gently for a few seconds, savoring the softness and heat, then added a third finger.

She groaned loudly above him as he stretched her; he gently twisted his fingers within her, massaging the entire circumference of her pink walls. He pressed his fingers as far as he could into her, past the knuckles on his hand, and grinned as she writhed above him.

"Mon Dieu," she moaned, and Harry found himself being pulled up forcibly by his hair. He looked at Fleur curiously, and the hungry look on her face told him the time had come.

"Enough wiz ze foreplay," she growled, and pushed him roughly onto his back. She nimbly rolled on top of him, her hips now straddling his. His cock was trapped against her, and she rubbed her wet lips against it as she straddled him.

"Are you ready to become a man, 'Arry?"

"God yes," Harry breathed, watching in awe as she rubbed her folds up and down the length of his cock, lubricating him with her wetness.

"Zat feels good, non?" she asked, and all he could do was nod.

She rubbed against him a few more times, her clit brushing softly against his head, then she leaned forward and reached for him with her hand.

"I will do ze work; just relax," she murmured, as she grabbed his cock with one hand and held him upright.

Harry felt his tip brush against her heat, then Fleur leaned back and he was suddenly inside her.

"Oh my God," he whispered, stunned at the soft, wet heat that was enveloping his cock. Fleur pushed down again, and he felt himself buried completely within her.

"Oui," she sighed. "C'est bon. C'est merveilleux."

He closed his eyes as he felt her clench her walls tightly around him. He moaned, and she did it again, just to tease him. Each contraction made him exhale, and Fleur giggled at the expression on his face.

"Here we go, 'Arry," she breathed, and began rocking her hips in a slow, undulating motion.

Harry groaned, trying to savor every millisecond of the sensation. He could feel himself moving around inside her, gripped tightly by her velvet sheath. The friction was glorious, and he felt almost suffocated with pleasure.

She continued rocking her hips, then leaned forward and grabbed Harry by his wrists, pushing his arms wide to each side. He felt totally at her mercy.

Fleur grinned at him, then raised herself slightly off his hips, drawing two inches of his length out, before slowly sliding back down. He whimpered at the feeling.

She raised herself again, drawing more of him out, then slid back down slowly. She too whimpered softly as she bottomed out.

She continued to slide up and down his length for a few moments, both of them lost in the sensation.

Slowly Fleur began increasing her pace, each downward thrust becoming more urgent. She released his wrists and cradled her own breasts, her thumbs playing over her nipples as she moaned. Harry moved his hands to her hips, in awe of the unbridled eroticism he was participating in.

He closed his eyes to savor each thrust, pulling her hips into him with his hands.

Eventually Harry heard her growl above him, and he opened his eyes to see her staring at him like a hawk watches a field mouse. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them again, then bit her lower lip as she began to writhe her hips more forcefully.

She raised herself up until his cock nearly spilled out of her, then thrust herself down on him as hard as she could.

"Oui," she grunted, and repeated the motion.

Faster and harder Fleur began riding his cock, her pelvis almost bouncing against him when she brought her weight down. Her arse slapped his thighs as she worked, and the pressure made Harry's cock throb.

He concentrated and tried desperately to stave off his orgasm, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. The tight, delicious friction was just too much.

He gave up and began meeting her strokes with his own, pumping his hips furiously into her as she rode him.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Get ready."

Two powerful strokes later, Harry grunted and emptied himself into her, his cock throbbing with spurt after magnificent spurt. He felt her walls clench tightly around him, and almost passed out at the sensation of union as he came. It felt as if their bodies were locked together.

Panting heavily as he finished, he looked curiously up at Fleur. She was still rocking gently against him, and he knew instantly that he hadn't brought her to orgasm.

He opened his mouth to apologize for not lasting longer, when he felt the rune on his belly grow scaldingly hot. Her rune glowed brightly too.

It felt as if his skin had caught fire, and there was a sudden bright flash as all six rune stones lit up with incandescence.

Harry hissed in agony as the rune on his belly pulsed with magical heat. After what felt like an eternity, it finally stopped, leaving him gasping for breath. There was no pain in its wake.

He watched Fleur gasp and fall off him, but he was unable to help her. His head swam, and it felt like he was being pressed into the bed by a tremendous weight. He breathed raggedly for a few seconds, trying to regain his senses, and slowly felt the normal weight of his body returning to him.

He leaned up gingerly on his elbows and looked at Fleur with concern. She was curled up in the fetal position next to him and whimpering.

"Fleur?"

She did not respond, and Harry reached over to caress her back, which was now flecked with beads of perspiration.

"Fleur, are you alright?"

"Goddess yes," she said suddenly, and turned to face him. Her face was flushed and damp with perspiration, and her eyes had taken on an eerie, alien glow. For the first time it was clear to Harry that Fleur had non-human blood in her veins. The look on her face was so predatory that he would not have been surprised if she sprouted wings and claws.

He gasped in surprise as she leapt on him with her full weight and dug her fingernails into his chest.

"Baise-moi. Maintenant," she said fiercely.

Harry didn't speak much French, but he certainly got the gist of those words.

Fleur grabbed his cock, which had only softened slightly, and positioned herself over it again. She then drove herself onto it as if punishing herself.

"Oh Merlin," he groaned, his arousal returning at the aggressiveness of the beautiful witch on top of him. He felt something like unbridled desire wash over him, and he suspected he was getting blasted by the full force of Fleur's veela allure.

She began bouncing off his hips at a furious pace, growling as she impaled herself with his cock. He began thrusting his hips to meet her, colliding forcefully as they met.

She grabbed Harry's wrists again and pressed down hard, pinning him to the bed. He moaned in both pleasure and pain as she continued to drive herself down onto him with reckless abandon.

Harry could not have objected to her forcefulness if he wanted to. He felt overwhelmed with desire for her, and wanted nothing more than to continue burying himself within her incredible heat.

When she began panting loudly, she released his wrists and dug her fingernails sharply into his chest again, this time drawing blood. He exhaled sharply in shock, and could only watch as Fleur leaned back and screamed as orgasm overtook her.

She rubbed herself furiously against him, and he felt her pussy contract around him like a vise, its contractions nearly sending him over the edge again.

When she finally stilled and quieted, Harry looked up at her in astonishment. Her gorgeous silvery blonde hair was wild and unkempt, and she had still not yet said a word.

"Er, Fleur?" he asked hesitantly, moving his hands to her gently heaving flanks.

She opened her eyes and stared at him, seemingly entranced. Then she smiled deviously and began rocking her hips again.

"We're not done yet, 'Arry Potter," she said with a hint of threat, and began rubbing her clit as she rocked against him.

"Oh shit," Harry whispered, for the first time relieved at the presence of his constant erection.

-o-o-o

Two hours later, Harry winced as Madam Pomfrey applied essence of murtlap to his bleeding back.

His ritual with Fleur had turned into a lust-fuelled session of fucking that would have made a nymphomaniac blush. She had seemingly wanted to dominate him, overcome by the power surge that his magic provided her.

He had eventually grown tired of her aggression and thrown her onto her back, whence she eagerly taught him the joys of the missionary position. The new position had certainly not reduced her enthusiasm. She had dug her fingernails into his back as he pounded her, tearing his skin and leaving faint streaks of blood across his back.

She had apologized profusely soon after, not understanding what came over her, and Harry had done his best to reassure her. It had been a mind-blowingly wonderful experience as far as he was concerned, and he figured a few deep scratches on his back was a small price to pay. He had just been deflowered by a veela in heat, after all.

He thanked her repeatedly for consenting to the ritual, and she promised him that the next time, should there be one, would be more gentle.

She was currently passed out in the Gryffindor girls' dorm as Harry received medical treatment.

"I hope we won't be repeating this after every session, Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said dryly, slathering liberal amounts of the murtlap onto his back. "I do believe it's customary for the girl to be the one who bleeds."

Harry turned and glared at the Healer until he noticed the twinkle in her eye.

"You're an awful comedian," he muttered, wincing as she applied the salve to his back with a little more force than was necessary. "You didn't tell us that she would lose control like that."

Pomfrey shrugged. "I wasn't aware of it. It likely had something to do with her veela heritage. Time will tell, but I doubt you will experience a similar reaction from the other girls."

He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"The important thing," she continued, "is that the ritual seems to have worked. Your magical core is slightly unstable, but it did decrease in power. I don't want you performing any magic tonight or tomorrow. I will be confiscating your wand just in case. So just relax and rest until it's time for your appointment with Auror Tonks tomorrow evening."

Harry nodded and thanked Madame Pomfrey as she gently hung his robes over his shoulders.

On the way back to Gryffindor Tower, he reflected in awe at how much his life had changed in just a few short days. He couldn't resist a smile as he realized that he had just shagged Fleur Delacour—repeatedly—and that she had come away from the experience more than satisfied.

"Four more," he whispered to himself, almost giddily, now more in anticipation than dread. "This is going to be fun."

Chapter 4:

The next morning, Harry awoke late and stretched luxuriously in his four-poster bed. For the first time in weeks, he felt a slight relief from the pressure in his chest. His erection was still there, but he assumed that it would become less constant as he performed the ritual more often.

When he returned from showering and brushing his teeth, he found Hermione sitting on his bed and leafing disinterestedly through one of his quidditch magazines. He was unable to judge her mood from her expression.

"Er, good morning."

"Morning, Harry," she smiled, and he relaxed a little. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock," he grinned, and sat down beside her.

"So how was it?" she asked softly, her eyes returning to an advertisement for quidditch goggles.

"It was…magnificent. And a little painful. Fleur got carried away after the ritual; I think her veela blood reacted a bit oddly to the power surge."

"Oh. That's good. I mean, not that she got carried away. That you enjoyed it."

Harry observed her carefully. "I would rather have enjoyed it with you, Hermione. It was your idea to wait, remember."

She sighed and closed the magazine. "I know. I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know what's wrong with me. It just felt…weird…last night, knowing you were with Fleur."

He squeezed her thigh affectionately. "Nothing's changed, you know. Except that I've got some scratches on my back and I had a new experience."

"I know," she said, and rested her head on his shoulder. "It just felt strange that Fleur had the real you and I only had, erm, a few inches of you."

"Hey! You had more than a 'few' inches of me; it was precisely 6.4, I'm told."

Hermione snorted lightly and put her arm around his waist. "Believe me, Harry, I know exactly how many inches there were."

"Did you, er, practice last night, then?"

"Yeah."

"How was it?"

She grimaced slightly, though Harry could not see it. "Do you really want the details? The whole point was to avoid dealing with pain and discomfort."

"Right," he winced. "But you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Sore, and I'm walking like I just took a ride on Buckbeak, but it will be worth it in a few days."

"You didn't have to do that, you know. I would have been gentle."

"I know you would have, but it still would have hurt. You would have agonized over hurting me, and I would have had to put on a brave face. It's better this way. We'll both enjoy it when the time comes."

Harry pulled her closer to him and kissed her lightly on the top of the head. "As long as you know that there's no need to be jealous. You know how much you, er, mean to me."

A companionable silence followed, then Harry got up the nerve to ask a question that had occurred to him while he was showering.

"Are you really going to share my equipment with Luna?"

Hermione snickered softly. "Harry, almost everyone in that room wanted their very own Harry Potter dildo after you left. Tonks nicknamed it the 'Harry Peter.' I thought Professor McGonagall was going to have a stroke."

"Oh, Merlin. What did you do?"

She coughed, and he could tell she was blushing heavily. "I, er, may have made copies for everyone."

Harry stopped breathing for a second, not sure he heard right, then he burst out laughing. "Oh, my God, you're joking. Please tell me you're joking. Tonks will copy them and give them away as party favors."

"You're not angry, then?" she asked uncertainly.

"No; not really. It's just a bit awkward, I guess. I don't think they'll actually use them to embarrass me….er, McGonagall didn't ask for one, did she?" he added cautiously.

"Merlin, no. I don't think I would have been able to look her in the eyes ever again. I suspect Fleur will come to see me before she leaves, though. You really did a number on her."

"What do you mean?"

"She's still passed out in the girls' dorm, snoring even. You wore her out."

Harry couldn't resist a fond smile. He was certain that she had been exhausted by the ritual itself rather than his sexual prowess, but it was a cheering thought all the same.

"Why don't we go get breakfast before she charges in here asking to repeat the ritual, then?"

Hermione laughed and glanced up at him. "Look at you, Harry Potter. You're not even blushing."

He grinned, then did blush a little under her gaze. "You get a little indifferent when everyone you know has seen you naked."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Later that evening, Harry was relaxing in the common room with a copy of the Daily Prophet while Hermione and Parvati held a whispered conversation on the sofa. Parvati had more or less decided to move back into the castle while the rituals were taking place. There was too much amusement to be had within its walls.

Fleur had returned to France in the late afternoon, and, true to Hermione's prediction, had sought her out for a souvenir before she left. She and Harry had embraced fondly, and she promised him that she would return later in the summer for a visit. She had family business to attend to in France, or he suspected that she too would have stayed to watch the fireworks.

As nine o'clock approached, Harry began to grow restless. Tonks' shift at the Ministry had ended thirty minutes ago, and any second now he expected her to throw open the door and make some joke at his expense. Whatever else happened that night, he was certain that it would be entertaining.

The door burst open not five minutes later, admitting a smirking Tonks in tight-fitting sapphire robes.

"Oy, where's the boy with the fat willy and more power than Merlin?" she called out loudly to the whole room.

A first-year girl who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room squeaked and raced up the stairs to her dorm, leaving several books behind.

"Oops," Tonks grinned.

"Tonks!" Hermione huffed, and Parvati laughed gleefully. Harry stood with a big grin on his face.

"That would be me, I suppose; can I be of service, fair maiden?"

"I haven't been a maiden in quite some time, Harry-kins. Are you ready to have your mind blown? I think Pomfrey and that Indian Healer are waiting for us."

"I'm not sure how much more blowing my mind can take. You might have to blow other parts of me instead," he leered affectedly.

Parvati guffawed loudly, and Hermione's mouth fell open at Harry's lewd innuendo.

"Look at the stones on this one!" Tonks said in mock admiration. "I think he might just survive this experience after all."

"Ha ha. You might want to note that it was Fleur who slept for 14 hours today."

"And it was you who ended up in the hospital wing, from what I hear," she retorted, grabbing him by the hand. "C'mon, Harry, let's get you laid and me powered up."

-o-o-o-o

Ten minutes later, Harry and Tonks stood naked, side by side, as Healer Chatterjee applied the runes to their bodies. He wasn't particularly nervous about being naked in front of Tonks, and not just because he had already gone through the ritual with Fleur.

He and Tonks shared an easy camaraderie that grew out of the days spent together in his sixth year, when she trained him in Auror techniques and combat spells. She was a fearsome opponent as a dueler, but her constant playfulness made him feel relaxed and comfortable around her. She reveled in teasing him, and he had learned to give as good as he got when it came to her barbs.

He watched with interest as Chatterjee applied the ritual paint to Tonks' abdomen. She was fit and athletic, and her abdominal muscles were very defined. Her breasts were neither small nor large, but looked firm and had small, pink nipples. More fascinating to Harry was the uneven stripe of pink hair that lay between her legs. Its color matched her hair, and he wondered if Tonks considered it a fashion statement.

"Shall I ask Madame Pomfrey to fetch a camera?" she smirked, having noticed him staring.

He blushed only a little. "That's not such a terrible idea, you know. I'm sure some of your fellow Aurors would pay good money for a photo or two."

Tonks quirked an eyebrow at him as Chatterjee finished with her and moved on to him. "You know I'm aware of all sorts of ways to castrate someone, right?"

"Point taken," Harry winced, as the Indian Healer drew on him.

When they had finished their potions, they moved over to the bed, which Harry noticed was slightly wider than it had been earlier. He wondered why the room thought this was necessary.

"As before," spoke Chatterjee, "you must not use any magic after I activate the runes. The ritual will complete itself upon Mr. Potter's ejaculation within you."

"Charming," Tonks snorted. "What about morphing? That won't affect the ritual will it?"

Chatterjee shook her head. "Passive magic will not affect anything. Just to be on the safe side, however, you should revert to your base form before he climaxes. The French girl's veela magic had a rather strong reaction to the transfer."

Harry's eyes lit up and he smiled widely at Tonks, now very eager for the ritual to commence. Her base form had always been a matter of speculation between himself and Neville. She had steadfastly refused to show him during training, and now it appeared as though his curiosity would finally be sated.

Tonks rolled her eyes when she took in his expression. "Don't shoot your wad quite yet, Harry; it's just a body like any other."

"Yes, well, it's a body with ten galleons riding on it. I have a little bet with Neville about what you really look like."

"Were you betting on my face or my tits?"

"Your face and hair!" he proclaimed, feeling a little insulted.

"Alright, then," she smiled. "What do you say we split the galleons if you win?"

"Deal."

"Ahem," Pomfrey said loudly, looking between Harry and Tonks in amusement. "Do you suppose we could begin the ritual? I would like to get some sleep tonight, and Mr. Potter was in this room for three hours last night."

Tonks laughed and looked down at Harry's erection. "I do believe this hippogriff is ready to stud. Let's do it."

Chatterjee chanted softly as she activated the rune stones, then she and Pomfrey walked casually toward the door. Harry watched them go. When they had finally exited the room, he turned to look at Tonks and immediately wished he hadn't.

The nude form of Sybill Trelawney was leering at him obscenely, her bulbous eyes locked on his erection.

"Would you like to see my inner eye, Mr. Potter?" she inquired in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Tonks!" Harry yelled in horror, and hurriedly looked away. He had reflexively glanced down, taking in the seer's droopy, shrunken breasts and unkempt garden of grey pubic hair. He cringed, knowing the image had been burned into his mind forever.

Tonks chortled through Trelawney's thin nose. "Do not be afraid to embrace me, young man. I have foreseen our union in my tea cup."

"Tonks," he growled threateningly, his eyes now tightly shut.

She laughed in her own voice, and Harry turned and opened one eye cautiously to make sure she had transformed back into her usual self.

"Not funny. Are you trying to give me nightmares?"

"Oh, lighten up. I'm just having a little fun. Come back over here."

He turned and faced her, somehow feeling more awkward now that they were alone.

She seemed to sense his apprehension. "Just relax, Harry. I know it's a little weird. Think of it like one of our training sessions, only with more bodily fluids."

Harry rolled his eyes and let his gaze wander over her body. She looked incredibly fit from the front, and his eyes came to rest on her diagonal pink stripe of pubic hair. He looked closely, then his eyes widened.

"You're bloody joking."

Tonks laughed and traced its contours with her finger. She had altered her pubic hair to resemble a jagged pink lightning bolt.

"Do you like it? I thought it appropriate for the occasion."

"Er, thanks, I think."

She grinned and crossed her arms over her chest. She seemed totally at ease being naked. "I've got another little surprise for you. Think of it as a 'Congratulations for Offing the Dark Lord' gift."

"That sounds interesting," smiled Harry, looking around. "I don't see anything else in the room. Are you going to morph into a supermodel for me?"

"Something like that," she smirked, but then turned serious. "But you have to promise me that what happens in here stays between us. I don't normally do this, and I don't want it getting out. Not even to Hermione. I'm not joking."

His curiosity now thoroughly aroused, Harry agreed quickly. "No problem, Tonks. I won't say a word. I promise."

"Right. Well, do you know how a metamorph's magic works?"

"I think so."

"I can't turn in to just anybody. I either have to be around the person regularly, or I have to actually touch them to get all the little details right."

"Okay…" he replied, wondering where this was going.

Tonks continued to smirk at him. "I took the liberty of asking around about the hotties from the last couple graduating classes at Hogwarts. Then I paid them a quick little visit today, just to shake hands and see how they were coping after the war. Official Auror business, you know."

"Holy shit," he whispered.

Tonks chuckled wickedly. "And he catches on. Like I said, Harry, just between you and me, alright?"

Harry nodded, stunned at what Tonks was proposing.

"Why don't you just sit back on the bed, lover boy, and the games can begin."

He sat down on the side of the bed, his legs on the floor and his cock pointing straight up. Tonks stepped closer to him, and then shifted right before his eyes.

Her stature shrank, her skin darkened, and her hair became long and black. Harry stared open mouthed as he beheld the visage of Cho Chang.

Tonks grinned at him with Cho's face. "I thought you might want to take a peek at your ex. You never got very far with her, did you?"

Harry shook his head dumbly as he took in Cho's naked form. Her breasts were small and pert, and she had long nipples that pointed up at an angle. Her stomach and thighs were toned from spending so many hours on a broom, and he was surprised at how defined her muscles were. Between her legs was a small black bush of inch-long hair, which somehow seemed both thick and neatly trimmed at the same time.

He looked up at Cho's face apprehensively, and Tonks could tell that he was conflicted about what she was doing.

"I won't tell if you won't," she whispered. "She'll never know. Don't forget it's really me in here."

Harry nodded and swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing at the sight of Cho's nudity.

He reached out almost unconsciously and trailed a hand along her toned abs, then ran his fingers through her soft, straight pubic hair. He cupped her pussy gently, fascinated by the short dark hairs that lay flat along its folds. Mesmerized, he rubbed his thumb across her clit and inserted the tip of his middle finger into her.

It slipped in easily, and Harry was surprised that she was already wet. It made him ache with anticipation to know that Tonks was aroused by this game she was playing. He grinned up at her, then reached his finger further in, delighted by her heat and by the soft squelchy sound made by his movements. He wriggled his finger playfully for a moment, and she sighed above him.

"That feels good," whispered Cho's voice, and he added another finger. He had to remind himself that it was Tonks staring at him behind those dark Asian eyes.

He pulled her close and took one of her long nipples in her mouth, his free hand gently squeezing her arse. Tonks moaned in appreciation and ran her hands through his hair as he fingered her. She closed her eyes to savor his efforts and her breathing became rapid. He was surprised when she pulled away from him thirty seconds later.

"Not so fast, Harry," she whispered, slightly out of breath. "The show's not finished yet."

Harry grinned and leaned back on his hands, wondering what she had planned now.

She concentrated and morphed before his eyes again. Her frame gained several inches in height, her skin became much paler, and her hair turned a long blonde. Her pubic hair expanded in width, but remained dark, while her breasts grew substantially. They became large and round, but not did not sag in the slightest.

Harry looked up once at Tonks' new face, then stared in wonder at the near-legendary breasts of Daphne Greengrass.

The Slytherin princess had always possessed an enormous rack for her frame, and to Harry's knowledge no one had done more than speculate about its secrets. She certainly hadn't deigned to date any of the boys from Hogwarts.

He reached out and caressed one of the soft, white globes, impressed with its firmness. His thumb traced a circle around her nipple, and a small pink button stood to greet him.

"She's got quite a rack, doesn't she?" Tonks said admiringly, and Harry had to agree. They were even bigger than he imagined them to be. He suddenly wished he had been friendlier to Daphne over the past seven years.

"They're huge," he acknowledged, and let his hand rove down her soft, pale belly to the downy triangle between her legs. He was surprised at the darkness and fullness of her pubic hair, given her blonde hair and light skin. His fingers ran through it luxuriously, and he had the sudden urge to bury his face in it.

"Pity the carpet doesn't match the drapes," Tonks smirked. "I think Miss Greengrass has been using liberal amounts of dye."

Harry nodded, enthralled as his hands explored her thighs, hamstrings, and arse. He pulled Daphne's body closer to him and gave her a soft kiss on the belly button, then cradled her breasts in both hands. He massaged them delicately from below, transfixed by their weight. They seemed to be made for squeezing.

Tonks chuckled at his fascination. "You haven't seen anything yet, Harry."

As he groped her, Tonks morphed yet again. Her breasts expanded in his hands, and he was astonished that they could get any bigger. But they continued to grow. And grow. And grow. Harry's eyes had widened in astonishment by the time they were finished.

He looked up and found himself gazing into the amused eyes of Millicent Bulstrode. It was an expression he'd never seen on her thuggish face. The massive girl stood six feet tall and weighed over 15 stone, and was known for scowling and intimidating people rather than smiling.

"Holy fucking shit," he whispered in awe. "Are they really that big?"

'Millicent' burst out laughing at his expression, and the sound made Harry's skin crawl. "I didn't change a thing."

He stood up to cop a better feel, and his eyes stared in wonder at her colossal mammaries. Each was bigger than his head, and likely as heavy, he thought.

"Wow," he breathed, and plunged his hands into their softness. They spread out around his hands, expanding to an even more prodigious size. He sat back down, stunned, and let his eyes examine the rest of the girl's body.

She wasn't fat so much as hulking, and Harry gaped at the sight of her huge thighs and the wooly nest of brown fur that made its home between her legs. He had no intention of putting his hands in there. Apparently it was not a Slytherin tradition to trim one's pubic hair, no matter how expansive it was.

He shivered. "Who in the name of Merlin told you that Millicent Bulstrode was a 'hottie?'"

"No one. But I remembered her from my time here training you, and I was always impressed with her mass. She's quite a brute."

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. "Next please," he whined, trying to get the vision of Millicent out of his mind. He would have felt bad about belittling her had she not possessed such a poisonous personality.

Tonks laughed and shifted again. "Maybe this one will be more to your liking."

When he opened his eyes, he was staring at the naked body of Susan Bones. He clamped them shut again hurriedly, but not before he caught a vision of creamy skin, curvy hips, and trimmed, reddish-blond pubic hair.

"No way, Tonks. She's dating Neville, and I see her all the time."

"Oops. How about this lovely young lady then?"

Harry opened his eyes and his breath caught as he took in the nude form of Katie Bell. He hadn't seen his former quidditch teammate since she graduated, but it certainly looked as if she were staying in shape. Her legs and stomach appeared just as firm as Cho's, and a dark, trim patch of brown hair rested between her legs. But it was something just above that inviting patch that caught Harry's eye.

Katie Bell had a tattoo.

A small golden quidditch hoop rose from her pubic hair, and an animated quaffle buzzed around it in small ovals, scoring continuous goals.

"Whoa," he breathed. "That's awesome."

He traced the outline of the tattoo with his index finger, then ran it softly through her trimmed bush. When he was younger he had often fantasized about the Gryffindor chasers, but never thought he would get the chance to see one of them naked.

Unable to resist the temptation, Harry cupped his hand and gently stroked her pussy with his finger. She was just as wet as Cho had been. Tonks giggled in Katie's voice, and he found the sound delightful. Her clit seemed hidden from him, and he felt odd about searching for it too thoroughly.

He pulled back and looked up at Katie's pert breasts, which were exactly as he had imagined them. Her nipples were a dark pink and stood out in arousal. He rubbed his palms gently across them, and Tonks sighed as he did so.

"We're not done yet, Harry," she whispered, a wicked gleam in her eye that made Harry suddenly nervous.

Tonks morphed again, and Harry found his hands playing across the small, pink nipples of Ginny Weasley.

"Care for a little ginger? You know you were curious about the potions princess."

Harry sighed, and gave in to the temptation to ogle Ginny's naked body. The girl's desire to have him as a boyfriend had caused an irreparable rift between him and the Weasley family. Her popularity had taken a nose dive after her plot was discovered, and she had become more withdrawn and quiet.

He actually felt sorry for her now that some time had passed. He was polite to her whenever their paths crossed, even though there was no recovering their friendship.

Now that she was a little older, her body was less boyish. She was still narrow at the hips and thin in the waist, very unlike her mother. A patch of fiery red hair crowned her pussy lips.

His eyes trailed slowly upward, noting the soft clear hairs that adorned her belly, and rested on her chest. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, with light pink nipples that stood out prominently. Patterns of freckles dotted her chest everywhere, and Harry couldn't resist the urge to trace them with his finger.

"She's actually quite beautiful," he mused, his gaze returning to the fiery redness of her pubic hair.

He ran his fingers gently through it, then parted her pink lips to gaze at the clit hidden beneath. He squeezed it gently between his fingers, surprised when it expanded a little under his touch.

Tonks grinned down at him. "Right now she is, Harry, but you dodged an unforgivable. Just think what she'll look like in thirty years."

Her body morphed suddenly into a wider, paler, dumpier package, and Harry pulled his hand back in shock.

The naked body of Molly Weasley was now standing much too close for comfort.

"Gah! Tonks!" he shouted, and slammed his eyes shut. He had gotten a glimpse of a pale, flabby stomach and an unruly patch of fire at her crotch, and that was more than enough.

He heard Tonks laugh boisterously, a bizarre sound coming from Mrs. Weasley, and then he gasped as he felt her hand grip him firmly by the back of the hair.

Harry suddenly found his face pulled forward and buried in the soft, fleshy bosom of Molly Weasley. He was so shocked at first that he didn't struggle, but it didn't stop Tonks from pressing his face firmly into her enormous globes.

He gave a muted scream and tried to push away, but Tonks had a firm grip. She wriggled her breasts playfully, mashing his face in her cleavage and nearly suffocating him.

"Isn't this n-nice, Harry, dear?" she cooed in Molly's voice, barely able to restrain her laughter. "If you had only dated my Ginny, we could do this every day."

Harry finally pulled his face free, then wrestled out of Tonks' grasp and leapt on the bed. His face was flushed with exertion and outrage.

"Bloody hell, Tonks!" he screeched and shivered violently. "That's just not fucking cricket!"

Tonks nearly doubled over in laughter, still in Molly Weasley's form, and looked up at him with a face so red it was glowing. "Oh…oh, Harry, dear…don't be shy," she wheezed, tears streaming down her face. "I just want you to taste my t-treacle tart. It's dripping with gooey sweetness, just for you."

"Holy fuck," whispered Harry, and jumped off the other side of the bed for his own protection. "You're insane."

"Don't say such th-things, my dear," Tonks continued wheezing, crawling across the bed toward him, Molly's breasts swinging pendulously as she shook with mirth. "I just want to make sure you're eating enough: how about some spicy g-gingerbread, or I could butter you up a strawberry muffin. I'd even let you lick the honey from my pot!"

Unable to continue further, she collapsed onto the bed and buried her face in the bedspread, howling with laughter. Harry just stared at the pasty nude arse of Molly Weasley in disbelief.

"There is something seriously wrong with you, Tonks."

When her laughter finally subsided, Tonks morphed back into her usual form and propped her head up on her hands. "Not into gingers, are you?" she grinned.

"Not into vomiting," he retorted, shuddering as he looked down on her. "If you turn into Umbridge, I swear I'll snap your wand when we get out of here."

Tonks snickered and shook her head at the prospect. "I'd sooner AK myself; don't worry."

"Are you done trying to scar me for life then?"

"Aw, did Harry Potter's Tonksie gross Harry Potter Sir out?" she cooed, mimicking Dobby's favorite form of address. Dobby's slavish devotion to Harry was a running joke among his friends. "Come here and I'll make it up to you."

Harry eyed her warily for a second, then stepped to the edge of the bed. She scooted forward on her elbows, her face now within inches of his cock. She stared at it for a moment, her heels kicking her arse playfully as she examined him.

He flinched when she pushed his cock to the side with her finger and then let it go. She grinned as it swung back and forth in her face.

"You're actually a lot bigger than I would have expected, Harry-kins."

Harry snorted. "Hermione said the same thing. I'm so glad you're not disappointed."

Tonks shrugged. "No offense. You've got a small frame, is all."

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Would you like to stare at it a little while longer?"

"Growing impatient, are we?" she smirked, and let her hands trail teasingly along his hips. His cock was now directly in front of her nose, and he could feel her breath on it.

"Fair enough. Any special requests? Would you like to get a blowjob from Professor McGonagall, by chance?"

"Thanks, but no," Harry winced. "How about the real Nymphadora?"

She rolled her eyes. "What is it with people and my 'real' form? You'll see it soon enough; but just for that 'Nymphadora' you'll have to wait."

She morphed quickly into Daphne Greengrass and smiled wickedly up at him.

"You'll want to keep your eyes open for this, Gryffindor Golden Boy," she purred in Daphne's voice.

Harry watched as 'Daphne' leaned forward and took his head in her mouth. He expected her to tease him with her tongue, but instead she grabbed his arse with both hands and pulled him forward roughly. He stared open-mouthed as she swallowed his entire length in one smooth motion.

"Bloody hell," he whispered in surprise, almost losing his balance. He could feel her throat expanding to accommodate his length and girth as she buried her nose in his pubic hair.

Tonks wrapped her lips tightly around his base and contracted her throat around him, squeezing him tightly. Harry was nearly overwhelmed at the sensation.

She released him slowly, causing him to groan at the suction, then kissed his tip tenderly when she was finished.

"Not bad, huh?" Daphne's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"More please," Harry breathed. It had not occurred to him how useful her metamorph skills would be for such a task.

Tonks chuckled and morphed quickly into the form of Cho Chang. She took him into her mouth and swallowed him whole again, suctioning him tightly. He moaned in pleasure as she tickled his pubic hair with her nose, moving her head in small circles to tease him.

He watched with rapt attention as she withdrew most of the way and then morphed into Ginny Weasley. He gasped and closed his eyes as she stroked him three times in quick succession with her mouth, and when he looked down again he was staring into the brown eyes of Katie Bell.

Katie bobbed on his length for a few seconds, then her features shifted to those of Hermione. Harry watched in awe, unable to look away, as first Hermione, then Parvati, then Luna, then Fleur feasted on his cock.

The delicious pressure and the medley of changing faces was too much to withstand, and he felt his orgasm approaching like a barreling train. His abdominal muscles quivered and he had to lean into the bed to keep from collapsing.

"Tonks, I'm gonna cum," he breathed, and couldn't resist grabbing handfuls of ever-changing hair beneath him.

Tonks released most of his length, then plunged back down again quickly. She dug her fingernails into his arse cheeks, and his body stiffened as orgasm overcame him.

"Oh…God," Harry grunted breathlessly, and his cock pulsed repeatedly in her throat, spurting copious jets of cum down her esophagus. He thrust his hips as he came, and her nose remained buried against him.

When he stopped pulsing in her throat, she released him until only his head remained in her mouth. She suckled it gently for a moment, extracting the last of his cum as it seeped out. Harry moaned softly as she sucked.

When she was finally finished, Tonks pulled back and reclined on her side. She had returned to her usual form without him noticing.

"Well, whadja think?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"I think I'm in love," Harry blurted out, then blushed.

She laughed gaily and sighed. "Whatever that was, it certainly wasn't love, Harry-kins."

"I, er, didn't mean it like that," he admitted sheepishly. "It was bloody fantastic. Amazing. Marvelous. You pick a word."

"Being a metamorph does have its perks. I thought about morphing into Trelawney as you came, but I didn't think you'd ever forgive me."

Harry shivered. "I would have challenged you to a duel. Please don't do that when we're, er, you know."

"Fucking?" Tonks supplied helpfully, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah, that," he smirked, and sat down on the bed next to her. His legs felt weak from the release of his magic.

After a few seconds of agreeable silence, he smacked her lightly on the arse. "So is the show still in progress, or would you like me to demonstrate what I can do with my tongue?"

She laughed and threw herself back against the bed. She rested her head on the pillow and gave him a huge smile.

"Ickle Harry is all grown up and talking like a man. Who would have thought three years ago that we'd be doing this now? I feel like I'm about to spread my legs for my little brother."

Harry's proud grin turned into a wince. He sighed and moved himself between Tonks' legs. She opened and closed her knees for him teasingly.

"You have a way with words, Tonks; you know that?" he grumbled.

"It's a gift. Now get down there and show Big Sis how much you love her."

He gave up and laughed. There was no end to Tonks' playfulness. He gripped her knees firmly and spread them apart, then leaned down to examine her pussy.

Aside from her hairy pink lightning bolt, she was bare. Her lips protruded from a prominent pelvic bone, and he did not need to spread them to access her clit, which was pink with arousal and protruding from them clearly.

He rubbed his index finger teasingly up and down the swollen tissue, and she writhed her hips in response. He flicked it gently with his finger tip, and smiled when she flinched.

"Less teasing, more pleasing," Tonks whined.

"You got it, Big Sis," Harry grinned, and buried his face in her snatch.

He rubbed his nose gleefully around on her clit, smiling as she moaned, then leaned forward to take it in his mouth. He sucked on it very gently, as if it were a nipple, and Tonks bucked her hips in encouragement.

"Good God," she gasped, and thrust her hips upwards, straight off the bed and into Harry's face. He laughed at her enthusiasm, and reached underneath her to support her arse. He grabbed twin handfuls and squeezed, then rubbed his nose across her clit again. Tonks sighed loudly and grabbed both sides of the pillow, pulling them hard over her ears.

Harry opened his mouth and engulfed her entire pussy in a wet kiss, parting and exploring her folds with his tongue. He was intoxicated by the taste and scent of her arousal, and the awareness of how much he was pleasing her made his cock tingle in anticipation. He let his tongue play along her soaked folds for a few seconds, then took her clit in his mouth again, sucking on it tenderly.

He was momentarily shocked when he felt it pulse against his tongue, and when he continued suckling her he was sure that it had doubled in size. He suspected Tonks was morphing her clit to make it easier for him to pleasure her. Whatever the case, he happily complied.

He sucked her clit greedily, slowly increasing the suction until her breath came in shallow gasps.

"Don't stop or I'll kill you," Tonks panted, and pushed her hips more firmly into his face. He was starting to lose feeling in his hands as he now supported much of her weight.

Sensing her desperation, he withdrew for a split second and then pressed down hard on her clit with his tongue, mashing it into her lips.

Tonks made a high-pitched, keening sound and bucked her hips against his face. Her clit throbbed against the pressure of his tongue. She tightened her thighs around his head and panted as her orgasm arrived. Harry watched her hair alternate between pink and purple as she came, and he knew for certain that he needed to invest in a pensieve.

She spasmed for almost twenty seconds, then collapsed as her hips fell back to the bed, nearly trapping his hands underneath her.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled contentedly. "Well, that was worth the price of admission."

Harry crawled forward and lay down next to her, licking her juices from his lips. "It's a gift," he smirked, and Tonks chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair affectionately.

"Just give me a minute, and then we can finish the ritual," she smiled, her face still flushed.

"Take all the time you need," he grinned, caressing her hip and flanks with a hand.

They maintained eye contact for a while, neither saying a word, and Harry was surprised by the intimacy of the moment.

"This is less awkward than I thought it might be," Tonks said softly after awhile.

He gave a one-shoulder shrug as he leaned on his elbow. "I'm sorry it's awkward at all. Thank you for doing this for me."

"What are friends for?" she smiled, running a hand through his hair. "It's not as if I'm really making a sacrifice…plus you're pretty easy on the eyes for such a scrawny little guy."

Harry narrowed his eyes and poked her in the nipple with his finger. "Yes, well, you're not so bad either for such a decrepit old woman. I may or may not have always watched closely when you did your stretching exercises."

She laughed at his confession. "Oh, Harry; don't ever change."

He gave her his most charming grin. "So do I get to see the real you now?"

Tonks returned his grin, shaking her head at his persistence. "I suppose you've earned it. It's not the big deal you think it is, but still—it stays between you and me, alright?"

"I promise," Harry said earnestly, and watched as she closed her eyes and concentrated. His heart beat faster and he held his breath, as if some momentous revelation were at hand.

Tonks' pixie-like features slowly morphed into her 'real' appearance. Her spiky pink hair became long and black; her skin became perceptibly darker, and her nose elongated slightly.

Harry leaned back to take in her whole body, and noticed that her hips widened a little and her breasts became larger. The pink hair between her legs became black, and her nipples too became larger and darker. Her abs and legs looked just as toned as they did in her preferred form.

She lay completely still in her reclining position, giving him the chance to take stock of the changes. His gaze moved up and down her body fervently, as if trying to memorize her appearance. She was recognizable to him as Tonks, although she did look markedly different with long black hair.

"Well?" she asked after he had perused her several times.

"You…you're a very pretty, very normal girl. I don't get it. What was the big mystery?"

Tonks grinned slyly. "There isn't one. That's the mystery. I look like any old member of the Black family, but it doesn't fit my personality. So I changed my hair and lightened my skin, and made a few subtle changes here and there."

"Huh," Harry mused. "I was expecting you to look radically different. You look like Tonks with black hair and a tan."

"I am Tonks, you dimwit," she smiled, and poked him in the chest.

"You know what I mean…Why do you shrink your breasts, though? Those are quite nice."

She shrugged. "I'm an Auror. Big boobs just get in the way."

"Are you, er, going to stay like this?" he asked curiously, knowing that the time to complete the ritual was upon them.

"I suppose I should, just to be safe."

Harry looked into her eyes once again, and felt a strong urge to kiss her. The secret they now shared cemented their friendship more firmly than ever.

He leaned forward and kissed her hesitantly, and relaxed when she responded favorably. It was somehow more intimate than anything they had just shared. He pulled her body a little closer and deepened the kiss. She gave him entrance to her mouth, and their tongues played softly together.

He ran his hand up and down her sides, then gently kneaded her breast. It was slightly fuller than it had been, and Tonks moaned into his mouth as he caressed it.

Her hand reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, and Harry shifted to give her better access. She began stroking him gently as they continued their soft, sensual kiss.

Harry's hand roamed down her body and came to rest between her legs, and Tonks opened her thigh to grant him access. His palm rested on the small black tuft of hair as he swirled his middle finger in small circles around her inner lips. He could feel her heat and dampness returning, and his own arousal began to beg for release once again.

He plunged a single finger into her wetness, and she sighed in his mouth. He put a second finger inside her, and she thrust her tongue forcefully against his. They continued caressing each other, their urgency growing, until Tonks finally broke the kiss.

"I'm ready for you, Harry," she whispered.

"How do you, er, want to do this?" he asked.

She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, then rolled onto her back. She spread her legs wide and pulled her knees back almost to her ears.

Harry took one look at that position and became harder than a rock. He crawled in front of her and stopped for a moment to admire the view.

"Merlin, Tonks," he whispered, staring down at her pink lips, which were spread and waiting for him. He could see the wetness glistening within her pussy, some of it leaking out to shine along the edges of her arse.

"Come and get it, Harry," she purred. "No need to be gentle."

He leaned down and climbed eagerly atop her. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a wet, lusty kiss. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as he placed himself at her entrance and rubbed softly against her, seeking the right angle.

When he found it, he pushed in hard, and Tonks gasped into his mouth as he filled her. Harry groaned at the tightness and heat and moved his hips in a small circle, savoring the sensation of being sheathed completely within her. She clenched her walls around him hard, and he wondered if she was adjusting her pussy to fit his dimensions.

He withdrew slowly and then began pumping in and out of her in long, slow strokes. Tonks kissed him fiercely, grunting softly when he pushed deep within her.

"Faster, Harry," she whispered, and her hands moved to the top of his arse as she closed her eyes and gave into the moment.

Harry adjusted his angle of entry so that he could push down with his hips, then began fucking her in earnest. He drove into her roughly, his pace increasing as his thighs slapped her arse from the momentum.

Over the next few minutes he developed a rhythm, every so often alternating his rough strokes with slow, sensual thrusts. When he wasn't kissing her, he watched her face closely, enthralled by the effect his actions were having on her.

"Yes," Tonks moaned loudly, and began pulling his arse toward her when he buried himself. "Harder."

Harry was starting to sweat with exertion, but he was determined to make Tonks scream in pleasure. Her position beneath him, spread-eagled with her legs pinned near her ears, awakened something primal within him. Fleur had demanded similar treatment from him after their ritual, but he had been so overpowered by her allure that he barely remembered the experience. He intended to savor every second of this one.

Not worried about hurting her thanks her to skills, he began pounding her in a frenzy of lust, until her arousal was leaking out of her pussy and dripping down her arse onto the bedspread. She moaned as if in pain and pulled her knees apart with her hands, spreading even wider for him as he buried himself inside her again and again. His own orgasm built relentlessly, and he knew he couldn't take such a pace much longer.

"Gods…Yes…Almost there," Tonks panted, and suddenly gripped him with her walls so tightly that he knew for certain that she was morphing. She held him so firmly that he could barely move, and the delicious pressure nearly sent him over the edge. It felt like his cock was trapped in an oven of softness and heat.

"I can't last much longer if you do that," he whined, his eyes shut as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm.

"Don't care…Fuck me," Tonks whispered, and began rubbing her clit vigorously.

Harry pulled out slowly, shocked at the effort required. She let out a keening whine as he did. When he was finally out far enough, he drove in as hard as he could with his hips, knowing he was about to pass the point of no return.

She was slick with lubrication, but so overwhelmingly tight that it hardly mattered. Harry lost control just as Tonks cried out and grabbed her engorged clit between her fingers. She panted as her walls began spasming around his cock, its contractions gripping him with unnatural pressure.

He gasped and shuddered as his second orgasm of the night tore through him. Her sheath gripped him so tightly that he could not move, but he panted in time with the bursts of cum that pulsed from his cock. His own spasms warred with Tonks' in a contest to occupy the same space in one body. The pressure was so intense that his orgasm seemed to last forever.

As his cock finally stopped pulsing inside her, the rune on his belly lit up and he hissed in pain. Tonks too cried out as she felt it. She gripped his ribs with her thighs in what felt to Harry like an attempt to crush him.

Time seemed to stop for several seconds as both held their breath, and then they collapsed onto one another in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Harry lay on top of her, still inside her and his full weight pinning her to the bed. Tonks didn't seem to care.

At long last he recovered the strength to push himself onto his elbows, and he looked into her face with concern. Her eyes were shut, and he could see her pulse thumping wildly in her neck as she breathed raggedly. Her long, black hair seemed to be shifting through all the colors of the rainbow in a rapid lightshow. Her face was flushed and sweating profusely.

"Tonks?" he whispered hoarsely, his own head swimming from the release of his magic.

She seemed unable to hear him.

"Tonks?"

"Shut up," she whispered. "This is amazing."

He continued to stare into her face for another thirty seconds. Her eyes remained tightly shut, and she seemed lost in some personal bliss. Her hair slowly stopped shifting between colors and returned to her natural black.

She finally breathed in and then exhaled deeply, relaxing her hold on his ribs. "Oy, get off, Harry; you're crushing me."

He snorted and raised himself off her, his cock only now able to pull free. He sat back on his haunches and grinned as his head began swimming even more violently.

"Oh, wow," he breathed, and grabbed the bedspread to maintain his balance. "I feel like I'm drunk off my arse."

Tonks tilted her head at him as she sat up, amused by the goofy look on his face and his dilated pupils.

"Are you alright?"

"Never better," he giggled. "Your hair was freaking out a second ago."

"I don't doubt it," she sighed, and was overcome by a huge yawn. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life. I can't even begin to describe it."

Harry grinned at her, swaying lightly. "You're not going to jump me and demand more sex?"

Tonks yawned widely again and rolled over onto her side. "Must have been a veela thing," she murmured. "I feel like I could sleep for days."

Harry too felt exhausted, but not to the point of collapse that she was showing. "Go ahead and sleep, Tonks. I'll get Pomfrey to check on you, just in case," he said, petting her calves as if she were a cat.

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled, her breathing already becoming deep and rhythmic.

"Another satisfied customer," he murmured softly to himself, then giggled at his own words. His sense of exhilaration and giddiness seemed to be growing rather than diminishing.

He stepped cautiously off the bed and looked back at Tonks.

"I'll go get Pomfwey—Pomfrey, I mean," he grinned, swaying drunkenly. "You just rest."

Harry turned and stumbled out the door of the Room of Requirement, oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked and still had a huge erection.