Lord of Bones

Leave us.

The door opened gently as the Death Eaters left their hostage in the Dark Lord’s inner chambers, keeping their torsos low in a deferential bow. Lord Voldemort watched his servants leave with no expression on his face, waiting till the heavy teak door slammed shut. The serpentine archmage turned to the blue-eyed blonde in front of him, appraising her slowly.

Lazily, Voldemort flicked his wand, conjuring a teapot and two cups. Tea, Miss Lovegood? A cold beverage perhaps? he asked politely, pouring himself a cup and adding two spoonfuls of sugar.

Luna simply stared at the Dark Lord, her expression wooden. I do not fear you, she said dreamily, a steel edge in her voice; I do not fear death.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. How curious. You say you do not fear death, but the question is, how would you know? You’ve never died.

The Ravenclaw stared at the man who was once Tom Riddle, an unnerved expression fleeting across her face. Voldemort took no heed of it, choosing to placidly sip his tea.

He put down the cup.

Are you wondering why I had you abducted?

You wanted to use my Sight, said Luna simply, her voice clear and concise.

The Dark Lord of Magical Britain leaned back on his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. Ah yes, your Sight… tell me Miss Lovegood, what is Mister Potter doing at this very moment?

For an instant, Luna’s eyes became foggy and clouded, words spilling unrestrained from her mouth; He is in his godfather’s house, in the room bythe third painting from the right, pouring over a map of Britain.

Voldemort’s smile continued to be pleasant. I suppose I should’ve rephrased my question: Who is he doing at this very moment?

Luna stared at him, shocked.

The man who was once Tom Marvolo Riddle chuckled. You see, Miss Lovegood, the thing with Seers who have never truly understood their powers is that they tend to have a form of tunnel-vision pertaining to theirvisions. In your case, you fixated on one particular outcome, one that appealed to you the most. True Seers are able to see all possible paths derived from one action and that’s why they make competent battlefield strategists. Seers like you, on the other hand, treat life as a game of chess.

What are you talking about?

You mean you don’t know? You’ve been subconsciously manipulating events to suit your visions, essentially making them come true. You’re unable to focus beyond what you see, unable to see the possible conflicts that could arise or the alternative courses of action you could’ve taken. Sooner or later the visions will come faster and faster, beyond your control… eventually you’ll go mad, unable to live with the burden of believing that only you can thwart fate.

Luna’s face was white. Voldemort placidly continued on. But I doubt it’ll matter. No woman of your line has ever lived past the age of thirty without dying from the madness.

Why are you telling me this?

Voldemort shrugged. Boredom does funny things, Miss Lovegood. Give myregards to Mister Potter and his bedmates. The boy’s becoming rather interesting now… I daresay he’ll be a worthy opponent.

Goodbye Miss Lovegood. You can see yourself out.

Lord of Bones

Ron Weasley stirred in the darkness and opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the poor visibility of the room.

What the hell? he thought dazedly, ignoring the headache throbbing behind his eyes. The last thing he’d remembered was the bright red flash of a stunning spell just as he’d turned his back to Harry and Hermione and apparated to Shell Cottage… 

He grit his teeth at that memory, remembering Harry’s anger and Hermione’s tears when he’d left them. Unbidden, like a poisonous serpent, the anger flowed through him once again, driving its venomous fangs deep into his veins. They were going on behind his back! They were lying about the Horcruxes! Harry had taken everything from him!

Ron groaned again, feeling his headache intensify. He looked up and ran his gaze around the room, his unaccustomed eyes still unable to see much beyond the place’s bare outlines. Had the room been just a little brighter and if he had been just a little more well-read, he would’ve recognized hissurroundings as vaguely Greco-Roman, though with a strangely altered bent.

Awake at last.

The youngest male Weasley looked up sharply towards the source of the voice, his pupils trying to adjust to the poor lighting.

What he saw made his jaw drop in shock and his pants tighten in arousal.

A large square dais stood in the center of the room in a rough, ziggurat shape; several steps of clean, porcelain stairs leading up and flanking to it. On the dais was a large seat — a throne if he guessed correctly. That wasn’t what caught his attention, though.

Dressed in a costume reminiscient of an eastern concubine, Hermione Granger writhed and mewled as she rocked her hips against the slim hand cupping her damp twat. Ron’s eyes bugged out as another alabaster hand yanked down the side of Hermione’s top, exposing a full, dusky pink-nippled breast and squeezing it gently. Behind the moaning brunette and leaning against thefoot of the throne, a woman Ron recognized as Daphne ‘Slytherin Pinup’ Greengrass nuzzled against Hermione’s neck, her long and dark hair flowing down her upper shoulders. Even from his vantage point, Ron could make out Daphne’s fingers rhythmically thrusting into Hermione’s pussy and theglistening of Hermione’s thighs.

To the left of the throne, Angelina Johnson relaxed against the armrests while dressed in a strategically-tattered robe, her lips nursing Fleur Delacour’s pink right nipple. The nubian beauty fingered the silver-haired Veela’s pussy slowly, her own hips rocking against Fleur’s invading digits. The Veela bombshell’s eyes were half-lidded; her breath coming out in soft pants even as her grip in Angelina’s hair tightened.

And in the middle of it all, leaning back on the throne with all the airs of a dark god among his consorts, was Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived’shead rested against the headrest of the seat and rested against his clenched fist; his eyes hooded as though in amusement. One hand toyed with Daphne’s luxuriously thick hair, running the strands through his fingers.

Harry?! roared Ron incredulously, attempting to (and failing miserably to) ignore the semi-nude beauties clustered around his former best friend; What the hell is this? Where’s Ginny?!

Harry pointed, removing his hand from Daphne’s hair.

Ron’s gaze followed Harry’s finger and outraged arousal flashed through him.

At the base of the dais was a large Roman couch, easily large enough for three or more people; but that wasn’t really what caught Ron’s attention.

Lying in the middle of the seat, her satin robe unbuttoned and dark, erect nipples exposed was Pansy Parkinson. The folds of the witch’s robe were spread open, revealing unblemished, milky-white skin; and, face buried between the former Slytherin’s bare legs, her freckled arse high in the air, was Ginny Weasley. Pansy had a tight grip on the younger Gryffindor’s hair;her eyes disdainful even as the Gryffindor’s hands cupped her pert arse. Soft lapping sounds were audible, even to Ron.

Ginny?! he shouted, disbelief in his voice.

The two witches ignored him.

With an irritated snort, Pansy yanked on the Gryffindor’s hair, pulling the ginger-haired girl from the short-haired brunette’s damp twat. The youngest Weasley’s eyes were filled with fanatic horniness; her face was glazed with Pansy’s juices. Mistress…  she whined, licking at the residue around her lips.

Dammit, Weasley; can’t you even eat pussy properly?! Brown was right about you! snapped Pansy.

A soft chuckle was her answer as Susan Bones stepped out from the shadows, dressed only in a short silk robe belted at the front. Both of you have always had high standards, chided the voloptuous redhead, her hand reaching out to gently grasp Ginny’s chin.

Pansy snorted in disgust. You try her, then.

Susan rolled her eyes in good humor. Come here, pet, she coaxed gently, gripping Ginny’s hair to guide her to the stacked woman’s steaming quim. The scrawnier redhead’s face brightened, automatically gripping Susan’s firm arse as she lapped at the auburn-haired woman’s knicker-clad pussy. Susan nudged Pansy over, leaning against the shorter brunette as the youngest Weasley ate her out with gusto.

Pansy sighed. You’re too soft with her, she muttered, tugging down Susan’s robe and kneading the Hufflepuff’s magnificent tits.

Ron tugged his gaze away, shaken at his sister’s brazen behaviour. Angrily, he turned back to Harry, ready to release the infamous Weasley temper.

Just then, Hermione called out commandingly. Slave!

Ginny looked up from between Susan’s thighs.

Impatiently, Hermione gestured to where Daphne was sitting. The blue-eyed brunette was propped against Harry’s right thigh, stroking the front ofhis jeans tenderly.

Ginny brightened and scrambled up the steps, leaving Pansy to gently fondle Susan. She stopped at the foot of the throne.

Already unzipping Harry’s jeans, Hermione called out; You know what to do.

Ron watched with mounting horror as Ginny began to alternate between Hermione and Daphne, her tongue stroking the slick folds of their twats. What the hell is this?!

Harry smirked, even as two tongues began running along his engorged cock.

This… is my world.

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I’m not sure what brought this on. It could be a world where Harry snapped, it could be a possible future for Seel’vor’s Dark Lord Harry fic, it could be an alternate version of Crack’d Mirrors, it could be a dream sequence, it could be one where Harry deposed Voldemort and took his place, it could be Ron’s nightmare… 

In the meantime, don’t forget about the Auror Captain and his Ball conundrum… .

6035 :: Ted Carroll

Your world?

Yes, Harry smirked as Ginny deepthroated him, my world. I noticed

something was missing from my perfect little world and realized that

since I’d killed my court jester in a fit of anger, things had been a

trifle dull. So, Hermione, being the wonderful witch that she is,

suggested I simply summon a replacement jester from another world. Of

course it wouldn’t do to steal another Harry’s jester, that would just

be rude, so I designed the spell to grab an unclaimed jester. So

welcome back my fool.

Ron was reduced to foaming at the mouth fury when he realized what had

happened and started yelling and demanding all sorts of things, all of

which were ignored.

Harry couldn’t help but smile as Ron’s gibbering filled the air, yes

everything was right with the world once more.

Title: One Jester wanted, redheads preferred.

p6467 :: LoB

I was just rereading this, and a few things occured to me; so I’d liketo extend a drabble challenge to anyone interested concerning either:

a) How the girls ended up as Harry’s harem and the dynamics of the group (depending on which ficverse you intend to utilize as the base — Crack’dMirrors or Birth of the Dark Lord). Drabbles on an individual girl’s entryare acceptable. As of time of writing, the girls are: Hermione, Lavender, Daphne, Susan, Pansy, Fleur, Angelina.

or

b) How Ginny ended up as Harry’s harem’s sextoy/pet.

Here’s an inspirational snippet:

The luxurious bed that served as Harry’s place of repose was well-fashioned;with a frame made of specially enchanted and reinforced teak and a divinely soft mattress. Barring winter, the quilt was nothing more than a thin white sheet; the warmth of the bed’s frequent occupants sufficed as far as insulation went.

Harry, leaning back against the headboard, occupied the central front of the bed, engaged in liplock with Fleur. The part-Veela’ s tongue wrestledwith Harry’s own as their lips met, her hand splayed against the front of his bare chest. Harry’s own right hand curved companionably around Fleur’s bare hip, stroking the soft, exposed skin. At his left and tucked under hisarm, Pansy nuzzled against his neck lovingly.

Around them, the rest of Harry’s mates were already deep in slumber, exhausted by the events of the day and their own bedroom activities. Daphne’s longhair was splayed over her pillow, a slim arm thrown over the curve of Pansy’s hip. Susan slept next to her, her arms wrapped around Daphne’s waist. Next to Fleur, Hermione and Angelina were already curled together; the smaller woman tucked under the nubian beauty’s chin.

Pansy and Fleur may have been awake to enjoy a cuddle, but they were hardly the only ones awake.

Lavender Brown stroked the proud length of Harry’s engorged manhood, feelingher lover’s heartbeat with each throb of the massive shaft. The golden-blonde-haired woman licked the tip of Harry’s crown gently, teasing the sensitive head with her practiced tongue. She took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, bathing the wizard’s prick with swipes of her saliva-soaked tongue and letting him bask in the heat of her mouth.

Then, feeling somewhat mischievous, she let him fall from her mouth and gavehim a wink. Slave! Come here! she commanded over her shoulder, careful to not awaken the sleeping women around her.

From the far edge of the bed, naked save for a collar around her neck, GinnyWeasley responded. Mistress? she asked meekly, crawling up the bed.

Lavender wanked Harry off, keeping him erect. Do you want a taste?

Ginny stared at her wide-eyed, her mouth going dry.

Do you want to taste your Master’s cock, slave?! the blonde asked harshly.

Y-yes, Mistress! she squeaked, letting Lavender’s hand fist in her hair. Slowly she came closer to the powerful organ, whimpering in need at the sight of the bead of pre-cum decorating the fat purple head.

Above them, Pansy watched wide-eyed. While there were no real rules among the women in Harry’s life, Hermione (backed by Fleur) had made one thing veryclear — Ginny Weasley was not allowed to touch Harry Potter, unless he specifically asked for her. She wasn’t sure why the youngest Weasley was ostracized — asking Hermione or Fleur resulted in dark expressions coming acrosstheir faces — but it was a rule they were more than happy to enforce. She turned to Fleur, but the Veela’s face was blank.

Ginny’s trembling tongue flickered as she neared the bulbous tip of Harry’s dick, a look of rapture on her face. She closed her eyes just as she was about to touch the emerald-eyed wizard’s prick… 

Only for Lavender to yank her back, chirp Too slow! and take Harry’s cock back in her mouth.

Fleur smirked.

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All things considered, Lavender gets a fairly bad rap in fanfiction (first as Ron’s default love interest, then psycho-bitch, slut, gossip-mongering harpy, etc. I admit I’ve been guilty of this as well) and in canon (Book 6, the werewolf attack); so I’ve taken a different route with her… or not so different… whatever. She’s generally considered the most attractive Gryffindorin terms of looks, so I’m blending that with an aspect I’ve never seen used with Lavender — political savviness, a trait she shares with Daphne. While both she and Daphne are very beautiful, Daphne has the Ice Queen/Queen Bitch routine going for her, while Lav-Lav has the more personable outlook.They complement each other, but Lavender, in a way, is more dangerous. Playing the part of the airheaded bimbo is something she excels in, right up to the point you realize she’s just metaphorically fucked you over.

Ginny hasn’t really deviated from my general approach to her, given my distaste for her character and also since I don’t really consider her… well, attractive (shallow, I know). When the words Hp-verse and hot redhead are used, the first thing that comes to mind is Lily Potter, followed by fanon!(canon?)Susan Bones… something that most non-Ginny fans, and those who HATE, HATE the last two books generally agree on. Other than that… Phlegm.

And beforeI get burned by Luna fans, I simply don’t consider her viable in Harry’s harem. My personal distaste for fanon!Luna aside, Luna strikes me as the meek, quiet sort of person just happy to be around the only person(s) she considers a friend, helping him/them in any way possible… what, with the wholeemotional trauma and ostracization thing. So please, stop bugging me aboutit. My opinion’s not going to change anytime soon.

Anyway, happy writing!

-Lord of Bones a.k.a hellishlord

P.S. While we’re on that tangent, here’re two drabble ideas:

1) Harry, through legal mumbo-jumbo after LV’s death, finds out he owns Slytherin House. Much lulz ensues.

2) Harry finds a secret passageway constructed by Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. Amusingly, or smuttily enough, they each branch off into the bathrooms of the Four Houses.

The women’s bathrooms.

And young, virginal, Professor Sinistra’s.

6500::cloneserpents

Damn you Hellishlord damn you… I want my cookie

Harry followed the secret passageway. He had just found the door a few moments before hidden behind a tapestry just outside the sixth-year boys’ dorm. The mold and cobwebs that covered the stone walls told the wizard that the passageway was ancient, but he knew his father and the rest of theMarauders had not found it since it was not on the infamous Marauders’ Map. The pathway twisted and turned over and over. Soon, Harry hadno idea where he was.

Finally, he saw a bright light at the end of the passageway. Rushing forward, he found himself gazing into the sixth-year girls’ dorm as if one wall was invisible. He half expected the witches in the room to be surprised by his sudden appearance. However when they did not notice him, he assumed that the wall was like a one-way mirror. Whoever had built the secret passageway had charmed the entire wall to be transparentfrom one side, allowing them to peer on the girls unnoticed.

Hermione, who was dressed for bed in her powder blue nightgown, was lying on her belly with her nose buried in some old tome. Parvati and Lavender, wearing lacy red and yellow nightgowns respectively, sat on anotherbed nearby gossiping loudly.

Merlin, no! squealed Parvati. She didn’t?

Yes, she did. The smile on Lavender’s face told Harry that she had just revealed a juicy bit of gossip. Two of them.

At the same time? Parvati asked before succumbing to giggles. That must’ve hurt in the morning!

Do you two mind? I’m trying to study! scolded Hermione. She shot her ‘I’m upset and you’d better not cross me’ look which Harry swore she only used on himself and Ron at the two girls before returning to herbook.

Harry noticed something in a way that he had not noticed before; Hermione’s bottom. Sure, he stole glances at his best friend’s bum before. But that had been when she was fully dressed. Here she was, wearing a small pair of frilly knickers. A great expanse of her milky flesh was exposed much to Harry’s delight.

As Harry continued to marvel at Hermione firm backside, a pillow plowedinto the back of her head without warning. She shot up and spun around. All right! Who did that? she demanded of her housemates.

Both Lavender and Parvati pointed an accusing finger at one another.

You asked for it! the brunette warned before snatching up the fluffy projectile. She leapt off her bed and bolted toward her fellow Gryffindors, wielding the pillow over her head like a soft cudgel.

As she ran, Harry noticed another thing in a way he had not before – well, two other things, actually. They bounced and shook with each step, threatening to pop free from the loose fitting nightgown. Harry desperately hoped that would happen.

With a warrior’s cry, Hermione swung the pillow directly at Lavender’s face. A soft, muffled thud sounded.

Oi! Parvati was theone who threw it, not me! exclaimed Lavender. Parvati announced herguilt with a giggle.

You saucy witch! cried Hermione as she swung the pillow once again. The swinging action caused Hermione’s round bottom to jiggle nicely.

Oof! Parvati grunted.

That’s what you get for throwing a pillow at me! Hermione gloated.

While Hermione’s attention was on the pretty Indian, Harry saw Lavendersnatch up another pillow and swing it at the brunette. Harry doubtedthat he would’ve warned his best friend of the impending attack for two reasons even if there wasn’t a wall between them. The first being that he hoped that the blow would cause Hermione to jiggle more, and second, because Lavender’s boob had done the thing he had wished Hermione’s had done. When the blonde raised up her arms, her breast lifted but her nightgown, which was pinned under her bottom, stayed in place, revealing her large, pink areolas.

Harry’s face heated up and his loins stirred at the gorgeous sight.

Hermione squealed as Lavender’s blow knocked onto her side. Lavender showed no mercy; as Hermione struggled to get up, the blonde struck hertwice. These blows not only kept Hermione from regaining her balance, but also caused the straps of Lavender’s nightgown to slip down, rendering her gloriously topless.

This is the happiest moment of my life, Harry murmured.

Not wanting to be left out, Parvati grabbed another pillow and swung it at Lavender’s exposed bosom – not that she had difficult aiming for the blonde waswell endowed.

Ow! That’s my tit! shouted Lavender. She raised the pillow over her head, ready to strike in righteous vengeance. However, before Lavender delivered her down-feather filled justice, Hermione’s hand shot up and pinched one of the blonde’s nipples.

No, I take that back, Harry said. This is the happiest moment of my life.

Hey! What is this; beat up on Lavender’s tittiesday? the blonde asked, rubbing her recently assaulted nipple.

Yes! cried Parvati as her pillow hit the blonde’s breasts.

Hermione grabbed her pillow and whacked Parvati’s bottom. It’s also Smack Parvati’s bum day!

All right, this means all out war! snarled Lavender. She swung her pillow back and forth, hitting Hermione and Parvati in rapid succession over and over again. The other two witches responded in kind.

Soon, their pillows were nothing more than blurs of motion. The muffled thumps of the blows echoed off the walls (well, if they weren’t muffled thumps they would have echoed). The witches’ faces were flushed and their hair was mussed and jutting out in odd directions thanks to the pillow war. And, as if to answer Harry’s hormonal prayers, each of the witches’ jerking motions had robbed them of their tops. Six pairs of beautiful, teenaged breasts jiggled, bounce, slapped together, and shook freely for his entertainment.

Now seeing that Harry was a man, and a teenage man at that, he did whatwas natural. Making sure no one was behind him, he opened his zipperand freed his erection.

At one point, Lavender fell forward, pushing her naked breasts into Parvati’s. It looked like four flesh coloredwater balloons were trying to make the other burst by crushing into each other.

Happiest moment, he grunted while stroking himself.

Hermione growled and swung the pillow with all her might. It crashed into Lavender and, sadly ripped open. As tiny down feathers flew into the air, Harry fretted that this joyous moment had ended.

Parvati’s eyes shot open wide. With a fearful look, the Indian scurried away from the raining feathers.

What’s the matter, Parvati, are you afraid of feathers? asked Lavender.

No, I’m just very, very ticklish! Parvati said.

Hermione and Lavender shared a knowing look. Even before the blonde and brunette made a move, Harry said rapturously; Happiest moment of mylife!

Hermione dove at Parvati, tackling her while Lavender grabbed her wand off the nightstand.

NO! DON’T YOU DARE! warned Parvati. Her struggles againstHermione caused their breasts to rub up one another. Lavender waved her wand. A red, silk ribbon bound Parvati’s wrists together over herhand and to the headboard.

I’ve got her feet! Hermione announced, spinning around and sitting onParvati’s knees as Lavender straddled her midsection.

Time to escalate the Pillow War to a Tickle War, Lavender said wriggling her eyebrows.

Hermione and Lavender threw themselves into their attack. Hermione bent over and tickled both of Parvati’s bare feet while Lavender’s fingers danced and scraped up and down the witch’s armpits and sides of her ribs.

Parvati howled. She jerked her whole body, trying to shake her tormentors to no avail.

Harry watched, wide eyed, as all three witches jiggled and as Parvati’s skin grew even darker. Her nipples hardened. The witch’s breath came in short, shallow breath in between barks and squeals of laughter. Beads of sweat made her body glisten.

You know, if some bloke was watching this, commented Lavender over her housemate’s laughter, he’d be wanking right about now.

I don’t mind if I do, Harry replied under his breath.

Should I be concerned that this is turning me on? asked Hermione as she continued to tickle Parvati’s feet.

Oh, thank you, muttered Harry appreciatively, picking up his pace. Thank you! Thank you!

Don’t worry about it. I’m so wet I’m dripping, Lavender replied.

Harry paused momentarily in his task, floored by the blonde’s revelation.

Oh thank goodness, I was afraid that if you saw how damp my knickers were, you’d tease me. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

Grrk, uttered Harry as he launched his seed on the transparent wall. Much to his surprise, his ejaculate soar passed where the wall should have been and splashed on the dorm room floor. As the second spurt flew, he saw all three witches smiling at him.

I hoped you enjoyed the show, Harry, Hermione said with a dark look in her eyes. Those hungry, dark eyes fixed on a great glob of ejaculate as it fell to the floor.

I told you that if we made that secret tunnel, Harry would come, Parvati, who was still giggling, said.

And boy did he cum, Lavender commented, licking her lips as another heavy glob fell from his crown.

Grrk, Harry repeated.

p6601 :: cloneserpents

That’s not evil, that’s downright vicious.

While I work on asmut-tacular ending, here’s a Sick Ending.

A wide, ridiculously goofy,grin stretched across Harry’s face. Not only was he going to lose his virginity, it was going to happen with THREE witches! This was the stuff of dreams and posts to Hot Witch Forum Monthly!

Hermione, Lavender and Parvati stalked toward Harry like three hungry lionesses ready to pounce on their prey. Parvati, who was clearly the most eager of the group, even started to pull down her knickers. Drool flowed freely from the corners of Harry’s smile as his eyes locked on the Indian witch’s fine, dark patch of hair.

Suddenly and without warning, a low chuckle sounded. It was the type of laugh the mentally deficient make. All eyes turned to the young wizard’s left to find, much to their horror, Ron with Harry’s Invisibility Cloak in one hand and his own spent organ in the other.

I knew following Harrywas going to be a good idea, the ginger commented. His voice slurred, intoxicated by the glorious sights he had just seen.

Hermione and Parvati let out a terrified scream and bolted away from Ron and his softening, unwanted member. The brunette dove on to her bed and buried herself under her covers and threw the sheets over her head protectively while the Indian jumped into the wardrobe, closing the door behind her. Lavender looked at Ron’s limp willy in disgust. Turning her head, the blonde threw up her hand in an angry, dismissive manner and announced, in no uncertain terms, Thanks, Weasley, the moment’s dead! and calmly walked into the dorm room’s loo to take a cold shower.

Once the two wizards were effectively alone, Ron chuckled thickly; Wasn’t that awesome.

Harry’s eye twitched. Maybe he could use his Boy Who Lived fame to avoid a life term in Azkaban for killing Ron with the Cruciatus.

p6613 :: cloneserpents

Blame my beta for this one… 

<snip>

Harry’s eye twitched. Maybe he could use his Boy Who Lived fame to avoid a life term in Azkaban for killing Ron with the Cruciatus.

<snip>

Hey, I’ve got an idea! The broad, perverted smile on Ron’s face madeHarry take a step back. How about I wank you and you wank me! That way we pretend it’s the girls playing with our wedding tackles.

The notion of Death by Cruciatus seemed too merciful for Harry. He considered running into the witches’ room to ask Hermioneif she knew any cruse more painful than the Cruciatus.

Oh, wecan ask Seamus to join, too, added Ron. He’s got thesoftest, most supple hands. Loads better than Dean’s. Believe me I know.

p6587 :: Derek Hernandez (ironchefor)

Evil ending:

Ah, well, Hermione pouted theatrically. It’s too bad he’s spent. We all could have had SO much fun tonight!

What?! Harry spluttered as his upper brain began to re-engage.

Yeah, Lavender sighed heavily. By the looks of the mess on the floor, after hours of shagging he could have easily painted all three of us from head to toe!

What?! Wait! No! Harry objected. I’m not done!

I only wish he would have saved his essence for us, Parvati bemoaned, seemingly unable to hear Harry’s objections.

No! No! NO! Harry shouted. I’m still good! I’ve got reserves! I once managed five times in one day!

Oh well, Hermione agreed reluctantly. I guess we’ll have to satisfy ourselves tonight…  our skin flushed with excitement… 

NO! I CAN DO IT! Harry shouted over his beautiful brunette best friend, who also seemed to be suffering from selective deafness.

Our bodies glistening with sweat, musk heavy in the air…  Lavender continued.

Our chests heaving…  our loins aching with desire…  Parvati added in melancholy, appearing oblivious to the wizard.

All alone…  Hermione finished sadly. By this point, Harry couldn’t even manage another ‘Grrk’ to interrupt them. Just listening, he was already—hands free—about ten seconds away from proving he did in fact have another pitcher warmed up in the bull pen.

Good night, Harry! Hermione said cheerfully. Perhaps you can join us same time next week? Just, uh, don’t be wasteful in the mean time, she said playfully, a smirk on her face as she glanced down and saw the desperate state of Harry’s restored erection.

Hermione then grabbed her wand from her bedside table and flicked it in Harry’s direction. The last thing Harry saw as the stone wall faded back into existence was the three of them engage in a three-way French kiss.

AAARRRGGHHH! Harry roared uncontrollably as he achieved his very first (not-a-wet-dream) hands-free ejaculation, blasting the stone wall with his cum.

Strength gone, Harry dropped to his knees and slumped against the newly-returned wall, his manhood still hanging out of his trousers, twitching and tingling with aftershocks.

Pressing his hot face against the cool stone and attempting to regain his breath, he could only watch as his ejaculate began to dribble down the wall a foot away from him.

’Oh well, at least I didn’t hit myself in the face again, Harry thought, thinking back to some of his more explosive wanking sessions where thanks to bad aim, or rather a lack of aim, he managed to impress and disgust himself at the same time.

A few moments later, Harry was largely back to normal, so he got back up and vanished the last remnants of his presence here. Considering he was still nursing a semi, he had to struggle for a moment to stuff himself back into his trousers (something that was NOT helped by the unbidden thought of wondering how the girls would clean up his mess on their side of the wall).

Shirt tucked back in…  penis tucked back in…  Harry gave one last longing glance at the bare stone wall in front of him.

One week…  Harry muttered to himself quietly. I only have to wait one week…  and then…  He didn’t need to even think the ending of that sentence before he felt himself begin to swell again, his trousers more uncomfortable than ever.

Oooonnneee wwweeeeeekkkk… . Harry said slowly as he turned around. He was going to need a LOT of alone time during the next seven days considering all the bum and titty-filled images floating around the inside of his head.

He’d only made it two steps back down musty corridor when he suddenly remembered what Hermione said about being wasteful. She’d effectively told him he wasn’t supposed to wank for the next week.

BLOODY HELL!

p6615 :: vern trumbly

Aye, and another spectacularly disappointing moment in the history of Hogwarts, with the increasingly likely spectacularly awesome moment tofollow. To wit: The disappearance of the youngest male of the well know and prominently poor Weasley clan.

Daily Prophet for Tuesday11 November 1997

Student From Prominent Family Goes Missing at Hogwarts

by Les Gorm, Daily Prophet reporter

It has been reported, though unsubstantiated at this time, that the youngest son of a prominent and historically significant family of Purebloods has gone missing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students have reported to their parents that one Ronald Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly Weasley of Ottery St Catchpole, has not been seen in at least three days. The boy is reportedly a close friend of Harry Potter, 16, aka The Boy WhoLived.

Young Weasley, also 16, He was last seen leaving his dormitory on Friday night with what appeared to be an invisibility cloak, rumored to belong to Harry Potter.He appeared to be closely following the Boy Who Lived, according to a dormitory mate of the two boys, Seamus Finnegan, also 16. Rumor was said to have run rampant throughout Hogwarts yesterday(Monday) as numerous theories abounded as to what had befallen the friend of Harry Potter.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, declined to comment on the situation calling it merely a rumor and insisting that the boy in question was indeed hale, hearty, and happily in classes as of yesterday, according tohis information. He also refused to comment on the supposed possession of an invisibility cloak by a student, namely the well known Harry Potter.

In the fruitless interview, conducted by floo call, the aged headmaster, refused to comment on any of the many question asked, aside from the state of Mr Weasley. The question must be asked: Was he stonewalling, covering up for crimes committed within his school? Hopefully answers will be forthcoming.

Similarly, the same questions asked of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, Amelia Bones, were met with We have no information one way or another at this time. Until the headmaster or a member of the staff issues a formal request for an investigation we are unable to corroborate or deny any rumors.

Given that the aged headmaster of our most prestigious school of magic is also the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Chief Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards is it any wonder there has been little or no attempt to discover the truth behind this reported disappearance? Is he just too busy to keep tabs on our children? Has our beloved hero of the past been shown to have feet of clay? Are we to believe that the headmaster, once the pinnacle of light wizardry, has no idea what is occurring in his school and refuses to admit the DMLE to investigate such claims?

It should be remembered that young Mr Potter was implicated in the murder of Cedric Diggory in June of 1995, and was subsequently declared the winner of the Tri Wizard Tournament after that death. Diggory was also a contestant. Requests for interviews with both the Weasley and Diggory families have gone unanswered. The Boy Who Lived was also prosecuted in August of 1995 for a severe breach of the laws concerning underage use of magic and the Statutes of Secrecy. He was declared not guilty after intervention by his headmaster, again Albus Dumbledore. Is the old headmaster fading enough to harbor a murderer within his school, who has apparently struck again?

We at the Daily Prophet call upon the Minister of Magic to order the DMLE thoroughly investigate this disappearance.

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Harry’s smile was something terrible to behold. Actually, I’ve got

a much better idea, Ron!

Really? Ron seemed genuinely enthusiastic. Brilliant! What is it?

TWENTY YEARS LATER

Hermione Potter raised her hand in farewell as the Hogwarts Express

vanished into the distance carrying her oldest children off on their

journey to their fifth year of education. It’s been quite a ride,

her sister-wife Lavender said to her.

That is has, Parvati Potter agreed. By the way, ‘Mione, Harry

tells you everything, right? Hermione nodded silently. Has he ever

mentioned whatever happened to Ron Weasley the night we force-fed

Harry a clue?

Ron Weasley? Hermione was genuinely puzzled. Goodness! There is a

name that I haven’t even THOUGHT about for a long time indeed! No,

actually it hasn’t come up. It’s weird that Ron should just

disappear like that, though.

No, that isn’t weird, Daphne Poter announced as she walked over

with Padma and Susan Potter, the youngest of the children in their

arms. What is weird is that no one, not even his family, seems to

have cared that he just vanished without a trace one night twenty

years ago!

MEANWHILE AT HOGWARTS… 

Er…  Harry, mate? Any time you want to let me out is fine by me!

Harry? HARRY!!!

Ron was, at last, just beginning to work out what Harry meant when he

asked the Room of Requirement to provide him with a place to hide

something so that it could never, ever be found.

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Follow up, the next morning,

Harry drew Hermione into an empty classroom as they made their way to breakfast, He had spent the night in the common room watching the stairs to the boy’s dorm for signs of movement, too scared to sleep, he had finally found something that scared himmore than Voldemort.

After a quick summary of his conversation withRon he looked at Hermione with his best puppy-dog eyes and said, Hermione, memory charm me, please. I need to forget that.

Tommy

British by birth, Scottish by the Grace of God

p6643::ben sheabhan (cypher3au)

> >

> > Oooonnneee wwweeeeeekkkk… . Harry said slowly as he turned around.

> > He was going to need a LOT of alone time during the next seven days

> > considering all the bum and titty-filled images floating around the

> > inside of his head.

> >

> > He’d only made it two steps back down musty corridor when he suddenly

> > remembered what Hermione said about being wasteful. She’d effectively

> > told him he wasn’t supposed to wank for the next week.

> >

> > BLOODY HELL!

> >

OBJECTION!

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The sixth-year Gryffindor girl’s dorm was quiet and peaceful, the early

morning light just beginning to filter into the windows as the sun

peeked over the horizon. The three occupants were, unsurpisingly

considering the previous night’s activities, all bundled together on the

one bed, naked and snoozing contentedly.

… but not after Pansy Parkinson snorted softly in derision at the

scene, swept her wand through the air, and snickered as the resulting

deafening crack made the three Gryffindor girls jump, shriek, and

scramble blearily for their wands. Parkinson cleared her throat loudly,

holding the three wands in her left hand up where the three witches

could see them. Looking for these?

Hermione hissed between clenched teeth as she covered herself with a

pillow. Parkinson! How the bloody hell did you get in here?

The beautiful Slytherin shrugged. I was told the password… and before

you bring up some nonsense about telling McGonnagal, there’s not a

single rule saying I can’t be here. She eyed the room, visibly

unimpressed. Not like I’d even want to be here; I’m just delivering a

message, and then I’ll leave peacefully.

The brunette frowned, not a little confused and disbelieving. A

message? From whom?

Pansy smirked demeaningly. Yes, a message — from Harry — regarding

your little offer for him to join you next week. In his own words; ‘thanks, but no thanks’.

All three Gryffindors blanched, Hermione in particular paling to a sick

shade of greyish green as realisation hit her like a punch to the gut.

Lavender spluttered. What do you mean, thanks but no thanks!?

The ravenhaired witch’s smirk turned positively evil. In MY words; there are literally dozens of other witches perfectly willing to fuck me

at a moment’s notice, so why should I jump through hoops for a trio of

stupid cockteases? You can take your offer, and shove it up your

arses. Taking a moment to savour the trio’s distress, Pansy tossed

their wands carelessly aside and turned to the door. Now if you’ll

excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to; Daphne promised

me that if I got back quick enough, I could help her scrub Harry in the

shower. She glanced back at the naked witches with a lecherous,

mocking grin. It’s not much, I know, but it’s a damn sight more than

you three will get anytime soon, and I daresay it’ll tide me over until

I get my turn with the stud tonight. She shoved the door open,

cheering Ta-ta! over her shoulder as she cheerily skipped down the

tower stairs.

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Let me try this again…  damn smartquotes… 

What should we do with him now? asked Lavender.

Let’s see if he’s as ticklish as me, offered Parvati.

No…  that’s not very masculine. I want him grunting, not giggling. There was a low, growling rumbleto Hermione’s voice. With her hungry eyes still fixed on Harry’s rod (which was staring right back at her), the brunette ran her fingertips up and down between her breasts absentmindedly. I say we tie him to the bed, strip him, and have our way with him.

Harry was in shock. His mind couldn’t absorb the information;it was inconceivable. This was a scenario that he had never even dared entertain; three witches lure him into a room, put on a highly erotic display for him, and then molest him? Such thoughts were far too…  wait…  molest him? The shocked and confused expression vanished from Harry’s face, replaced by a very goofy grin. Best moment of my life, he said, ridiculously happy.

I think Harry’s up for that plan, giggled Parvati.

Damn right he’s ‘up’ for it, commented Hermione throatily. Her eyes had yet to leave his erection.

As the three witches circled Harry, the best description to describe his mood was deliriously randy. The only cognitive thought in his brain was Don’t cum walking to the bed! Don’t cum walking to the bed! The rest of his mind was filled with swirling images of breasts, bottoms, and vaginas.

Hermione and Lavender took Harry by the hand while Parvati, giggling madly, took hold of the wizard’s throbbing organ. Biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, Harry repeated his mantra Don’t cum! Don’t Cum! to himself.

The witches led him to the bed. Turning him around, they pushed him backwards so that he fell on the bed. Lavender waved her wand and Harry’s ankles and wrists were bound with invisible ropes to the bedposts, spreading his arms and legs wide. Another wave and his clothes and glasses vanished with a pop.

Put his glasses back on. His eyesight is terrible and I want him to see this, ordered Hermione.

Besides, I think helooks cute wearing noting but his glasses, added Parvati.

Yeah, your right, Lavender said, waving her wand once more.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief once his glasses returned. He gazed at the three topless beauties before him. They stood there, appraising his erection with lust in their eyes.

What should we do first? asked Hermione.

I know; we can rub him down with baby oil! Lavender offered.

Hermione shuttered. O-oh, Harry all wet and glistening… 

The blonde scampered to the small dresser next to the bed and retrieved a bottle of the clear liquid. She popped the cap, pointed it at her sizable breast and squeezed the bottle, squirting a thick stream of the oil onto her breasts.

I thought you said you were going to rub the oil on Harry? asked Parvati.

I never said how I was planning to apply it, now did I? returned the blonde, still squirting the oil. She continued to shoot oil onto her chest until thick rivers of the fluid trickled like a slow running river between her breasts. The blonde crawled up Harry, the baby oil falling from her bosom like heavy rain, sprinkling on his feet and legs. Once her chest was over his manhood, she lowered herself, mashing her titties down and around his erection. Slowly, Lavender began to move her upper body in a small circle, rubbing her breasts into him. His cock jerked as if fighting against its fleshy prison.

H-ha-happiest mo-moment, he muttered.

Weren’t you going to rub his whole body down with baby oil? asked Hermione, upset that the blonde’s breasts were blocking her view of Harry’s organ.

His cock feels so good between my titties, purred Lavender.

Merlin, Lavender, you’re talking like a qudditch hooligan! Parvati reprimanded.

Retrieving the discarded baby oil bottle, Hermione squeezed several ounces on her bare chest. Harry hoped that the brunette would join with her housemate in rubbing her oil-coated breast on him. However, what Hermione did caused the young wizard to utter Grrk for the third time that night.

With the oil dripping from her mounds, Hermione approached Parvati and pushed her chest into the Indian witch’s. The two witches locked eyes as they both began to rub their breasts together, smearing the oil over their bosoms.

Happiest moment!

Hermione then leaned forward and took Parvati’s lower lip in a kiss. Holding the lip between her teeth, Hermione pulled back slightly and Parvati let out a shuttering moan.

Harry’s organ was no longer jerking between Lavender’s breasts;it was now doing a jig – bouncing this way and that, threatening to spill its load. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the urge to releaseaway. He knew, despite his teenage virility, that if he came again he’d be done for the night.

As if sensing his distress (probably because of his organ’s seizurelike motions between her breast), Lavender announced; Enough teasing; let’s get to shagging.

The blonde crawled off Harry while Parvati and Hermione separated. Both Lavender and Hermione began pulling down their knickers. The two gave each other a threatening look.

Just what do you think you’re doing? asked Hermione.

I’m going to mount Harry and make him a man. What do you think you’re doing? the blonde shot back.

What makes you think you’re the one to take Harry’s virginity? the brunette demanded, hotly.

I spent the better part of a week making that damn tunnel to leadhim here, Lavender replied, setting her jaw in defiance. I say all that hard work earned me the right to be the first one on Harry.

While her two dorm mates argued, Parvati looked at Harry and placed herforefinger to her lips, indicating that he should remain silent.

I’m the one to put the various Compulsion Charms on the tunnel thatensured Harry would be the only one lured into the tunnel. Besides, I’ve been Harry’s best friend for six years. That alone givesme precedence in taking his innocence. Hermione placed her fists on her shapely hips.

Parvati pushed off her knickers and silently crawled on top of Harry.

You’ve been Ron’s friend for years. Why don’tyou go shag him, too?

I don’t know if I should get violently ill over such a disgusting suggestion or smack you across the face for making it. Maybe I’ll do both!

Looking over her shoulder at the bickering witches, Parvati knew she didn’t have much time before she was discovered. She had wanted to take this slow, but the situation did not permit such a leisurely pace. So in one deft motion, Parvati impaled herself on Harry’s impressivemember.

OH FUCK! HIS COCK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! she cried out in pain and ecstasy.

You bitch! snarled Hermione. That was mine first!

We were still arguing whether it was or not, Lavender said to Hermione. The blonde then lectured Parvati; Now who’s talking like a quidditch hooligan? ‘Cock’ indeed.

Harry sputtered; Happiest moment! as Parvati’s hot, wetsex squeezed around his organ.

Parvati held her breath as she slowly rose up his shaft before pushing herself back down. H-oh boy,that’ll fix what ails you.

Hurry up, it’s my turn next, prodded Lavender. She looked at Hermione, daring her to contest this claim.

That’s fine by me, Lavender, the brunette returned smugly. Now that Harry’s no longer a virgin, he can save the best for last.

Parvati slammed herself down on Harry’s rod for the second time.

It was all too much for the poor wizard – titties rubbing together while he got a tittie-shag, witches fighting over who shagged him next whilea beautiful Indian made him a man. His manhood seized up and shot off, spraying Parvati’s insides. He whimpered in defeat as his organ began to soften. Not only had Parvati not climaxed, but now that hewas growing flaccid, he wouldn’t be able to shag Lavender or Hermione.

Don’t worry, Harry, Pavarti said comfortingly. We’ve heard that wizards cum real soon their first time.

And Hermione, being the studious and prepared girl she is, made a potion for you, added Lavender.

Here, drink this, Hermione said, holding a vial to Harry’s lips. It’s a virility potion.

A virility potion? he asked.

Yeah, I got the idea for it when I accidentally came across a certain blue pill in my Dad’s medicine cabinet this summer.

As Hermione tilted the vial, Harry gulped down the potion. Less than two seconds later, he felt a familiar and welcome pressure in his loins.

Wow, that’s an unusual sensation, commented Parvati while Harry’s manhood grew to its full size in her sex. She began to ride Harry rhythmically.

I’m not waiting my turn, Hermione announced, tugging down her knickers. She grabbed Lavender’s wand and waved it over Harry, canceling the bounds that held him in place. She mounted the wizard’s face, saying; Lick my pussy, Harry.

Smiling, Harry wrapped his arms under than over Hermione’s legs to hold her in place and dove toward her muff. The brunette yelped as Harry pushed his tongue onto her labia and began rolling the pink organ this way and that. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. Hermione was moaning and groaning in pleasure in seconds.

Not wanting to be left out, Lavender took her position behind the riding Parvati. If Parvati had seen Lavender’s face, she would’ve seen an evil smile stretch across the blone witch’s lips. Lavender placed her hands on the sides of Parvati’s ribs, much like she had done when the Indian was tied to the bed.

What? Don’t you dare! threatened Parvati.

Lavender’s fingers danced and Parvati began squealing. The ticklish witch began thrashing about on top of Harry, pushing his cock in every direction inside of her. She bounced and jerked, trying to free herself from Lavender’s tickle attack, only forcing Harry deeper and deeper.

A fire quickly built in Hermione’s belly as Harry’s tongue pushed into her folds and his nose rubbed her clit. Gripping the headboard for support, Hermione felt her first orgasm approach.

The combination of Harry’s rod stretching her out and Lavender’s tickles was too much for Parvati. In a few short minutes, ecstasy claimed her and she popped. Her walls clamped down on Harry as she cried out in a moanand a giggle.

Parvati’s contraction forced Harry to cum for the third time. He grunted into Hermione’s womanhood.

The vibrations from Harry’s grunt sent Hermione over the edge. With her own cry, Hermione’s release coated Harry’s chin and filled his mouth.

Wow, that was weird, commented Lavender as both Parvati andHermione collapsed on top of Harry. One came right after the other. I bet that doesn’t happen often.

Only inpervert’s dreams, Hermione said between deep breaths.

Okay budge over you two, it’s my turn, commanded Lavender.

Just as the two witches crawled (or, in Parvati’s case: rolled) off of the wizard, Harry shot up and tackled Lavender onto her back.

Neat! He’s frisky! the blonde cheered happily while Harry spread her legs wide.

As Harry pushed his soaked organ intoLavender’s sex, Hermione eyes Parvati’s recently shagged womanhood. Looks like you’ve got a mess there.

Yeah, having a bloke cum in you twice will do that, panted Parvati.

Let me clean that up for you, Hermione said throatily.

While pumping into Lavender, Harry watched as Hermione buried her face into Parvati’s cunny.

Happiest moment ever! he said before asking the witch he was presently screwing; Do they do that often?

OH just every – MERLIN YOU’RE A BIG ONE – Friday night, the blondereplied. Saturday’s my – IT FEELS LIKE YOUR COCK’S NUDGING MY PANCREAS – Saturday night’s my turn for licking. And it’s a Daisy Chain with all three of us on Sunday!

Remind me – UGH – to spend all my weekend night here.

Several minutes later, the grunts, groans and moans from the four lovers echoed off the walls.

I’m gonna cum, warned Harry.

Cum in me, baby. Fill me up with your hot, sticky spunk until it flows out of my wet pussy, Lavender groaned.

You do talk like a quidditch hooligan.

JUST CUM IN ME!

With an animalistic growl, Harry did just that.

Hermione jumped up from between Parvati’s legs and called out; It’s my turn now!

Pulling out of Lavender, Harry marveled at his still hardorgan. Wow, Hermione, your potion works like a champ.

You can show your appreciation for my potion making abilities by making me cum like a freight train, the brunette said. How do you want me?

On your hands and knees, he saidsmiling.

Hermione flopped down onto her hands and crawled around until she presented her bottom to Harry.

Lavender looked to Parvati and said; Clean-up on aisle me!

As the Indian crawled toward Lavender’s sex, Harry hungrily eyed Hermione’s bum. Giving into the desire, Harry bent over and bit into her flesh.

OH MY! cried Hermione.

Worried that he had hurt her,Harry released his bit and apologized. Sorry ‘bout that.

Don’t be! she said joyously. Bite me again!

He smiled before sinking his teeth into her flesh.

That’s it! Mark me! Make me yours!

After a moment, Harry pulled back and examined his handiwork. There, in Hermione’s milky white skin, were two set of welts in the form of bite marks.

Now, if I can paraphrase the quidditch hooligan over there,"Hermione said, indicating a moaning Lavender who was being eaten out by Parvati. Slam that big cock of yours into my dripping cunny!

Unlike what he had done with Lavender and what Parvati had done with him, Harry moved slowly with his best friend. Not because he was worried over hurting her, but because he wanted to tease her a bit. He pushed his crown in and elicited a gasp from Hermione. Then he pulled outand rubbed his bulbous head up and down her labia. He repeated this process – pushing just the crown of his organ into her, pulling out, and rubbing it against her engorged sex – five times.

A frustrated Hermione looked back at Harry and barked; Get on with it!

Beg me, he said coyly while he continued to rub his crown on her.

She huffed; Fine. With her lip quivering theatrically, she pleaded; Please, Harry, fuck me.

Harry slammed into her. Hermione’s eyes shot open. Yep, he’s definitely packing a pancreas nudger.

Does my cock feel good in you? he asked in a throaty whisper.

You know, you should’ve asked Lavender that – she’s the dirtytalker, she returned. She added, still in a conversational tone; But to answer your question; Yes, your cock does feel wonderful. Do you like my cunt wrapped around your fat beef?

I thought you weren’t a dirty talker? he asked casually.

Not really, but it does seem appropriate, she replied. Now answer the question: Do you like my cunt wrapped around your beef?

Oh, Merlin yes! He said and pulled all the way out only to slam into her.

In a few minutes, Hermione’s dirty talk had turned from a conversational tone to passionate cries. She exclaimed such thingsas I LOVE YOUR COCK! and FUCK MY SOPPING PUSSY! FUCK IT LIKE AN ANIMAL, YOU WILD BEAST! at least a dozen times.

With sweat raining down his face and body, Harry once again warned; I’m gonna cum.

Lavender and Parvati, who were apparently cleaned up and where watching Harry and Hermione like spectators, suggested; Cum on her face!

Hermione, who was always one to try something new, pulled away from Harry and turned around. She held her face, with her eyes closed and hermouth wide open, in front of the wizard, ready and eager to be painted.

Harry grabbed himself and pumped furiously. Suddenly, his world exploded like a light bulb blowing. A tiny speck of his seed launched from his organ and hit Hermione right on the nose. Happiest moment of my life, he grunted and his eyes rolled up into his head. A goofy, satisfied smile split Harry’s face as he fell backwards ontothe bed and instantly began snoring.

That’s it? Hermione asked, her eyes crossing in order to seen the miniscule drop of spunk clinging to the tip of her nose. I wanted to get blasted! I wanted my face coated and dripping with his seed!

Hermione, the poor by came five times already, Parvati said. His body can only produce so much cum in one night.

That’s easy for you to say! You got two of his loads, Lavender commented.

Yeah, I did, the Indian said proudly.

Well, first thing tomorrow, Harry’s going to cum on my face, Hermione said with the same determination she showed whenever faced with an academic challenge.

We’ll give you a hand with that, Lavender said, making a crude gesture with her thumb and fingers forming a circle.

Meanwhile back in the sixth year boys’ room… 

… four young and naked wizards stood shoulder to shoulder in a semicircle.

Where’s Harry? asked Ron, impatiently. I told him we were going to do something new and fun tonight.

Maybe he got tied up, offered Neville, not realizing how close to the truth this was.

Well, it’s his loss, announced Ron.

Everybody grab the fella to your right, said Seamus, eager to get the fun started.

Ron held his right hand in front of Dean’s face.

What? the black wizard asked.

Spit in my palm, the red-head said.

No, you spit in your own hand.

If I rub your willy with my own spit, it’ll make it gay, Ron said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. They’re certain rules we have to follow

All right, fine, Dean said before spitting in Ron’s hand. Ron copied this action by spitting in Neville’s hand while Neville spat in Seamus’ hand and the Irish wizard spat in Dean’s.

Neville and Dean closed their eyes while Ron and Seamus had excitement in theirs.

This is so much better than doing it yourself! commented Ron as each of the wizards took hold of the person to their right. Harry’s missing out on all the fun!

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Here’s the smut. Now where’s my cookies!

I hoped you enjoyed the show, Harry, Hermione said with a dark lookin her eyes. Those hungry, dark eyes fixed on a great glob ofejaculate as it fell to the floor.

I told you that if we made that secret tunnel, Harry would come, Parvati, who was still giggling, said.

And boy did he cum, Lavendercommented, licking her lips as another heavy glob fell from his crown.

Grrk, Harry repeated.

“What should we dowith him now?” asked Lavender.

“Let’s see if he’sas ticklish as me,” offered Parvati.

“No… that’s notvery masculine. I want him grunting, not giggling.” There was a low,growling rumble to Hermione’s voice. With her hungry eyes still fixed onHarry’s rod (which was staring right back at her), the brunette ran herfingertips up and down between her breasts absentmindedly. “I say we tie himto the bed, strip him, and have our way with him.”

Harry was inshock. His mind couldn’t absorb the information; it was inconceivable. Thiswas a scenario that he had never even dared entertain; three witches lure himinto a room, put on a highly erotic display for him, and then molest him? Suchthoughts were far too… wait… molest him? The shocked and confusedexpression vanished from Harry’s face, replaced by a very goofy grin. “Bestmoment of my life,” he said, ridiculously happy.

“I think Harry’sup for that plan,” giggled Parvati.

“Damn right he’s ‘up’forit,” commented Hermione throatily. Her eyes had yet to leavehis erection.

As the threewitches circled Harry, the best description to describe his mood wasdeliriously randy. The only cognitive thought in his brain was “Don’t cumwalking to the bed! Don’t cum walking to the bed!” The rest of his mindwas filled with swirling images of breasts, bottoms, and vaginas.

Hermione andLavender took Harry by the hand whileParvati, giggling madly, took hold of thewizard’s throbbing organ. Biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, Harryrepeated his mantra“Don’t cum! Don’t Cum!” to himself.

The witches ledhim to the bed. Turning him around, they pushed him backwards so that he fellon the bed. Lavender waved her wand and Harry’s ankles and wrists were boundwith invisible ropes to the bedposts, spreading his arms and legs wide. Another wave and his clothes and glasses vanished with a pop.

“Put his glassesback on. His eyesight is terrible and I want himto see this,” orderedHermione.

“Besides, I thinkhe looks cute wearing noting but his glasses,” added Parvati.

“Yeah, yourright,” Lavender said, waving her wand once more.

Harry breathed asigh of relief once his glasses returned. He gazed at the three toplessbeauties before him. They stood there, appraising his erection with lust intheir eyes.

“What should we dofirst?” asked Hermione.

“I know; we canrub him down with baby oil!” Lavender offered.

Hermioneshuttered. “O-oh, Harry all wet and glistening…”

The blondescampered to the small dresser next to the bed and retrieved a bottle of theclear liquid. She popped the cap, pointed it at her sizable breast andsqueezed the bottle, squirting a thick stream of the oil onto her breasts.

“I thought yousaid you were going to rub the oil on Harry?” asked Parvati.

“I never said howI was planning to apply it, now did I?” returned the blonde, still squirtingthe oil. She continued to shoot oil onto her chest until thick rivers of thefluid trickled like a slow running river between her breasts. The blondecrawled up Harry, the baby oil falling from her bosom like heavy rain,sprinkling on his feet and legs. Once her chest was over his manhood, shelowered herself, mashing her titties down and around his erection. Slowly,Lavender began to move her upper body in a small circle, rubbing her breastsinto him. His cock jerked as if fighting against its fleshy prison.

“H-ha-happiestmo-moment,” he muttered.

“Weren’t you goingto rub his whole body down with baby oil?” asked Hermione, upset that theblonde’s breasts were blocking her view of Harry’s organ.

“His cock feels sogood between my titties,” purred Lavender.

“Merlin, Lavender,you’re talking like a qudditch hooligan!” Parvati reprimanded.

Retrieving thediscarded baby oil bottle, Hermione squeezed several ounces on her bare chest. Harry hoped that the brunette would join with her housemate in rubbingheroil-coated breast on him. However, what Hermione did caused the young wizardto utter “Grrk” for the third time that night.

With the oildrippingfrom her mounds, Hermione approached Parvati and pushed her chest intothe Indian witch’s. The two witches locked eyes as they both began to rubtheir breasts together, smearing the oil over their bosoms.

“Happiest moment!”

Hermione then leanedforward and took Parvati’s lower lip in a kiss. Holding the lip between herteeth, Hermione pulled back slightly and Parvati let out a shuttering moan.

Harry’s organ wasno longer jerking between Lavender’s breasts; it was now doing a jig †bouncingthis way and that, threatening to spill its load. Harry squeezed his eyes shut,forcing the urge to release away. He knew, despite his teenage virility, thatif he came again he’d be done for the night.

As if sensing hisdistress (probably because of his organ’s seizure like motions between herbreast), Lavender announced; “Enough teasing; let’s get to shagging.”

The blonde crawledoff Harry while Parvati and Hermione separated. Both Lavender and Hermionebegan pulling down their knickers. The two gave each other a threatening look.

“Just what do youthink you’re doing?” asked Hermione.

“I’m going to mount Harry and make him a man. What do you think you’re doing?” the blondeshot back.

“What makes youthink you’re the one to take Harry’s virginity?” the brunette demanded, hotly.

“I spent thebetter part of a week making that damn tunnel to lead him here,” Lavenderreplied, setting her jaw in defiance. “I say all that hard work earned me theright to be the first one on Harry.”

While her two dormmates argued, Parvati looked at Harry and placed her forefinger to her lips,indicating that he should remain silent.

“I’m the one toput the various Compulsion Charms on the tunnel that ensured Harry would be theonly one luredinto the tunnel. Besides, I’ve been Harry’s best friend for sixyears. That alone gives me precedence in taking his innocence.” Hermioneplaced her fists on her shapely hips.

Parvati pushed offher knickers and silently crawled on top of Harry.

“You’ve been Ron’sfriend for years. Why don’t you go shag him, too?”

“I don’t know if Ishould get violently ill over such a disgusting suggestion or smack youacrossthe face for making it. Maybe I’ll do both!”

Looking over hershoulder at the bickering witches, Parvati knew she didn’t have much timebefore she was discovered. She had wanted to take this slow, but the situationdid not permit such a leisurely pace. So in one deft motion, Parvati impaledherself on Harry’s impressive member.

“OH FUCK! HISCOCK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!” she cried out in pain and ecstasy.

“You bitch!”snarled Hermione. “That was mine first!”

“We were stillarguing whether it was or not,” Lavender said to Hermione. The blonde thenlectured Parvati; “Now who’s talking like a quidditch hooligan? ‘Cock’ indeed.”

Harry sputtered;“Happiest moment!” as Parvati’s hot, wet sex squeezed around his organ.

Parvati held herbreath as she slowly rose up his shaft before pushing herself back down. “H-ohboy, that’ll fix what ails you.”

“Hurry up, it’s myturn next,” prodded Lavender. She looked at Hermione, daring her to contestthis claim.

“That’s fine byme, Lavender,” the brunette returned smugly. “Now that Harry’s no longer avirgin, he can save the best for last.”

Parvati slammedherself down on Harry’s rod for the second time.

It was all toomuch for the poor wizard †titties rubbing together while he got a tittie-shag,witches fighting over who shagged him next while a beautiful Indian made him aman. His manhood seized up and shot off, spraying Parvati’s insides. Hewhimpered in defeat as hisorgan began to soften. Not only had Parvati notclimaxed, but now that he was growing flaccid, he wouldn’t be able to shagLavender or Hermione.

“Don’t worry,Harry,” Pavarti said comfortingly. “We’ve heard that wizards cum real soontheir first time.”

“And Hermione,being the studious and prepared girl she is, made a potion for you,” addedLavender.

“Here, drinkthis,” Hermione said, holding a vial to Harry’s lips. “It’s a virilitypotion.”

“A virilitypotion?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got theidea for it when I accidentally came across acertain blue pill in my Dad’smedicine cabinet this summer.”

As Hermione tiltedthe vial, Harry gulped down the potion. Less than two seconds later, he felt afamiliar and welcome pressure in his loins.

“Wow, that’s anunusualsensation,” commented Parvati while Harry’s manhood grew to its fullsize in her sex. She began to ride Harry rhythmically.

“I’m not waitingmy turn,” Hermione announced, tugging down her knickers. She grabbedLavender’s wand and waved it over Harry, canceling the bounds that held him inplace. She mounted the wizard’s face, saying; “Lick my pussy, Harry.”

Smiling, Harrywrapped his arms under than over Hermione’s legs to hold her in place and dovetoward her muff. The brunette yelped as Harry pushed his tongue onto her labiaand began rolling the pink organ this way and that. What he lacked inexperience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. Hermione was moaning andgroaning in pleasure in seconds.

Not wanting to beleft out, Lavender took her position behindthe riding Parvati. If Parvati hadseen Lavender’s face, she would’ve seen an evil smile stretch across the blonewitch’slips. Lavender placed her hands on the sides of Parvati’s ribs, muchlike she had done when the Indian was tied to the bed.

“What? Don’t youdare!” threatened Parvati.

Lavender’s fingersdanced and Parvati begansquealing. The ticklish witch began thrashing abouton top of Harry, pushing his cock in every direction inside of her. Shebounced and jerked, trying to free herself from Lavender’s tickle attack, onlyforcing Harry deeper and deeper.

A fire quicklybuilt in Hermione’s belly as Harry’s tongue pushed into her folds and his noserubbed her clit. Gripping the headboard for support, Hermione felt her firstorgasm approach.

The combination ofHarry’s rod stretching her out and Lavender’s tickles was too much forParvati. In a few short minutes, ecstasy claimed her and she popped. Herwalls clamped down on Harry as she cried out in a moan and a giggle.

Parvati’s contractionforced Harry to cum for the third time. He grunted into Hermione’s womanhood.

The vibrationsfrom Harry’s grunt sent Hermioneover the edge. With her own cry, Hermione’s releasecoated Harry’s chin and filled his mouth.

“Wow, that wasweird,” commented Lavender as both Parvati and Hermione collapsed on top ofHarry. “One came right after the other. I bet that doesn’t happen often.”

“Only in pervert’sdreams,” Hermione said between deep breaths.

“Okay budge overyou two, it’s my turn,” commanded Lavender.

Just as the twowitches crawled (or, in Parvati’s case: “rolled”) off of the wizard, Harry shotup and tackled Lavender onto her back.

“Neat! He’sfrisky!” the blonde cheered happily while Harry spread her legs wide.

As Harry pushedhis soaked organ into Lavender’s sex, Hermione eyes Parvati’s recently shaggedwomanhood. “Looks like you’ve got a mess there.”

“Yeah, having abloke cum in you twice will do that,” panted Parvati.

“Let me clean thatup for you,” Hermione said throatily.

While pumping intoLavender, Harry watched as Hermione buried her face into Parvati’s cunny.

“Happiest momentever!” he said before asking the witch he was presently screwing; “Do they dothat often?”

“OH just every â€"MERLIN YOU’RE A BIG ONE †Friday night,” the blonde replied. “Saturday’s my †ITFEELS LIKE YOUR COCK’S NUDGING MY PANCREAS †Saturday night’s my turn forlicking. And it’s a Daisy Chain with all three of us on Sunday!”

“Remind me †UGH â€"to spend all my weekend night here.”

Several minuteslater, the grunts, groans and moans from the four lovers echoed off the walls.

“I’m gonna cum,”warned Harry.

“Cum in me, baby. Fill me up with your hot, stickyspunk until it flows out of my wet pussy,”Lavender groaned.

“You do talk likea quidditch hooligan.”

“JUST CUM IN ME!”

With ananimalistic growl, Harry did just that.

Hermione jumped upfrom between Parvati’s legs and called out; “It’s my turn now!”

Pulling out ofLavender, Harry marveled at his still hard organ. “Wow, Hermione, your potionworks like a champ.”

“You can show yourappreciation for my potion making abilities by making me cum like a freighttrain,” the brunette said. “How do you want me?”

“On your hands andknees,” he said smiling.

Hermione floppeddown onto her hands and crawled around until she presented her bottom to Harry.

Lavender looked toParvati and said; “Clean-up on aisle me!”

As the Indiancrawled toward Lavender’s sex, Harry hungrily eyed Hermione’s bum. Giving intothe desire, Harry bent over and bit into her flesh.

“OH MY!” criedHermione.

Worried that hehad hurt her, Harry released his bit and apologized. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t be!” shesaid joyously. “Bite me again!”

He smiled before sinkinghis teeth into her flesh.

“That’s it! Markme! Make me yours!”

After a moment,Harry pulled back and examined his handiwork. There, in Hermione’s milky whiteskin, were two set of welts in the form of bite marks.

“Now,if I canparaphrase the quidditch hooligan over there,” Hermione said, indicating amoaning Lavender who was being eaten out by Parvati. “Slam that big cock ofyours into my dripping cunny!”

Unlike what he haddone with Lavender and what Parvati had done with him, Harry moved slowly withhis best friend. Not because he was worried over hurting her, but becausehewanted to tease her a bit. He pushed his crown in and elicited a gasp fromHermione. Then he pulled out and rubbed his bulbous head up and down herlabia. He repeated this process †pushing just the crown of his organ intoher, pulling out, and rubbing it against her engorgedsex †five times.

A frustratedHermione looked back at Harry and barked; “Get on with it!”

“Beg me,” he saidcoyly while he continued to rub his crown on her.

She huffed;“Fine.” With her lip quivering theatrically,she pleaded; “Please, Harry, fuckme.”

Harry slammed intoher. Hermione’s eyes shot open. “Yep, he’s definitely packing a pancreas nudger.”

“Does my cock feelgood in you?” he asked in a throaty whisper.

“You know, youshould’ve asked Lavender that †she’s the dirty talker,” she returned. Sheadded, still in aconversational tone; “But to answer your question; Yes, yourcock does feel wonderful. Do you like my cunt wrapped around your fat beef?”

“I thought youweren’t a dirty talker?” he asked casually.

“Not really, butit does seem appropriate,” she replied. “Now answer the question: “Do you likemy cunt wrapped around your beef?”

“Oh, Merlin yes!”He said and pulled all the way out only to slam into her.

In a few minutes,Hermione’s dirty talk had turned from a conversational tone to passionatecries. She exclaimed such things as “I LOVE YOUR COCK!” and “FUCK MY SOPPINGPUSSY! FUCK IT LIKE AN ANIMAL, YOU WILD BEAST!” at least a dozen times.

With sweat rainingdown his face and body, Harry once again warned; “I’m gonna cum.”

Lavender andParvati, who were apparently cleaned up and where watching Harry and Hermione likespectators, suggested; “Cum on her face!”

Hermione, who wasalways one to try something new, pulled away from Harry and turned around. Sheheld her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, in front of thewizard, ready and eager tobe painted.

Harry grabbedhimself and pumped furiously. Suddenly, his world exploded like a light bulb blowing. A tiny speck of his seed launched from his organ and hit Hermione right on thenose. “Happiest moment of my life,” he grunted and his eyes rolled up into hishead. A goofy, satisfied smile split Harry’s face as he fell backwards ontothe bed and instantly began snoring.

“That’s it?”Hermione asked, her eyes crossing in order to seen the miniscule drop of spunkclinging to the tip ofher nose. “I wanted to get blasted! I wanted my facecoated and dripping with his seed!”

“Hermione, thepoor by came five times already,” Parvati said. “His body can only produce somuchcum in one night.”

“That’s easy foryou to say! You got two of his loads,” Lavender commented.

“Yeah, I did,” theIndian said proudly.

“Well, first thingtomorrow, Harry’s going to cum on my face,” Hermionesaid with the samedetermination she showed whenever faced with an academicchallenge.

“We’ll give you ahand with that,” Lavender said, making a crude gesture with her thumb andfingers forming a circle.

Meanwhile back inthe sixth year boys’ room…

…four young andnaked wizards stood shoulder to shoulder ina semicircle.

“Where’s Harry?”asked Ron, impatiently. “I told him we were going to do something new and funtonight.”

“Maybe he got tiedup,” offered Neville, not realizing how close to the truth this was.

“Well, it’s hisloss,” announced Ron.

“Everybody grabthe fella to your right,” said Seamus, eager to get the fun started.

Ron held his righthand in front of Dean’s face.

“What?” the blackwizard asked.

“Spit in my palm,”the red-head said.

“No, you spit inyour own hand.”

“If I rub your willywith my own spit, it’ll make it gay,” Ron said as if it was the most obviousthing in the world. “They’re certain rules we have to follow”

“All right, fine,”Dean said before spitting in Ron’s hand. Ron copied this action by spitting inNeville’s hand while Neville spat in Seamus’ hand and the Irish wizard spat inDean’s.

Neville and Deanclosed their eyes while Ron and Seamus had excitement in theirs.

“This is so muchbetterthan doing it yourself!” commented Ron as each of the wizards tookholdof the person to their right. “Harry’s missing out on all the fun!”

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<ironchefor@… > wrote:

> > Shirt tucked back in…  penis tucked back in…  Harry gave one last

> > longing glance at the bare stone wall in front of him.

> >

> > One week…  Harry muttered to himself quietly. I only have to wait

> > one week…  and then…  He didn’t need to even think the ending of

> > that sentence before he felt himself begin to swell again, his

> > trousers more uncomfortable than ever.

> >

> > Oooonnneee wwweeeeeekkkk… . Harry said slowly as he turned around.

> > He was going to need a LOT of alone time during the next seven days

> > considering all the bum and titty-filled images floating around the

> > inside of his head.

> >

> > He’d only made it two steps back down musty corridor when he suddenly

> > remembered what Hermione said about being wasteful. She’d effectively

> > told him he wasn’t supposed to wank for the next week.

> >

> > BLOODY HELL!

> >

*The next Morning*

AN: AU, Harry continues his Remedial potions that’s why he’s out

walking late, the Tunnel in along the route from the dungeons to

Gryffindor common room.

Morning Harry Hermione practically purred, running her fingertips up

and down her friend’s spine while he attempted to eat breakfast.

Um, Morning Hermione Giving his friend a strange look

So did you consider our…  arrangement? Hermione continued to touch

Harry.

What arrangement, Hermione? Harry was becoming uncomfortable with

Hermione’s closeness.

You know, the one with Lavander, Parvati and I Hermione pointed over

at the two Gryffindor girls who waved back, winking lewdly.

I still don’t know what you’re talking about Hermione

Last night, after your Remedial potions with snape There was a

slight desperate edge to her voice.

Hermione last night I went to the R.O.R. after Remedial potions I

had a theory about the room’s capabilities

No, your kidding right, you have to be kidding Hermione was

desperate, now clutching to the front of Harry’s uniform.

No, I found out the the R.O.R. has some kind of storage room, I found

a whole lot of stuff including a cabinet and some instructions, can

you look at them?

Harry stop joking…  If you stop right now you don’t have to wait I

talk to the girls we can do IT tonight Hermione had begun to rub up

against Harry hoping to appeal to his baser instincts, he wouldn’t

take a joke this far would he?

Hermione I don’t know what your talking about, if you want to make

some kind of arangement we can talk later, I still have to finish that

last paragraph for Flitwick. Harry manuvered out of Hermione’s grasp

and left the great Hall. Hermione moved over to her acomplaces, soon

all three young women had returned to ther Tunnel of secrets and

begun to discuss what had happened the night before.

I may or may not continue this.

MagnaMorbius

Azkaban.

Hell on Earth.

They put me here, because I was inconvenient.They banished me to have my mind destroyed by Dementors, because I do not fit in to their view of the future of the Wizarding World.

Fuck ‘em.

For the past 16 years, I have lived in a 10-foot by 6-foot cell, my magic kept bound by runes and wards that counter every spell I attempt. I once attempted to shatter the wards by overloading them with spells, but their reaction time, less than 1/100th of a second, meant that they countered the spell before I could finish thinking it.

Bugger.

I have one friend left in the world. I think.I do know that I was royally shafted. The Weasleys were up to their necks in it. They saw me as a ticket to the high life, befriended by their youngest, who, if I ever get out of here, will enjoy some quality one-on-one time.

With a chainsaw.

What can I say? I’m feeling a little resentful over here. Who else? Oh yes…  Dumbledore. There’s one old bastard who needs taking down a peg.

When I’m wielding that chainsaw, let’s just say that the Weasleys won’t be lonely.

In fact, it seems as if everybody in the Wizarding World decided that I wasn’t acceptable to them. Dark or Light, it seems as if the Purebloods decided that my blood wasn’t worthy. They engineered a sham trial for the murder of Draco Malfoy. Sure, I’d had my run-ins with the irritating ferret, but who hadn’t? After a trial lasting just over 90seconds, I was sentenced to life in Azkaban, in the maximum security section, with no possibility for parole. In a gesture of ‘mercy’, the Dementor’sKiss was not enforced.

I’m touched.

What made this particularly entertaining is that, just a week after I arrived, Draco came to visit my cell. Take Polyjuice potion, add one muggle, and what do you get? Railroaded in to hell.

I’ve no idea what day or month it is any more. The Dementors keep it cold enough for me to lose track of the seasons. The only reason I know that I’m 32 is that the guard told me when I asked. Ofcourse, he didn’t tell me how long it’s been since my birthday, so I don’tknow the date now.

I’m rambling. Trying to keep your thoughts oftrack in Azkaban is like trying to juggle bars of soap while wearing oven gloves; difficult and time consuming, but possible, as long as you don’t mind looking an idiot.

I tell you, tangents are wonderful things. I mean, just by thinking about keeping my thoughts on track, I’m now trying to imagine the perfect shape of soap to juggle with. Do you go for a sphere,and try to keep it aloft, or do you go for a tube, something that you can crush between the mitt?

I wonder what Voldemort’s up to these days. Is he still alive? Is he ruling the Wizarding World with an iron fist, or ishe deader than dog food?

As Luna would ask, I wonder if he’s sitting there, eating pudding. What pudding does a Dark Lord eat?

I can hear an alarm in the background, echoing through the cold stone hallways. I haven’t heard that alarm before. Is ita prisoner escape? Next time I see Sirius, I should ask him. Of course, that might be the next life. I wonder what the old dog is up to. I remember reading that a celebrity from Wales, who moved to Los Angeles, used to have bottles of authentic Welsh air shipped across, so that she could close her eyes, breathe deeply, and be reminded of home. My friends and I had something similar; we’d just kick Padfoot until he farted.

Someone’s coming through the hallway towards my cell door. Whoever it is must be pretty tough; there are at least 3 squads of Aurors between the landing point and my cell, and I can’t see one of them attempting to stop the man walking towards my cell door.

Stand back.

The voice sounds familiar, so I scurry backwards, pressing my body against the rear wall of my cell. With a wave of a wand, the entire front of my cell is pulled away with a shriek of torn metal,and a torrent of rubble. The man steps forward, the meagre light from my window bringing his harsh face in to vision. He smiles at me, and I find myself smiling back, but unable to speak.

Hello, Hermione. I’ve come to take you home.

I stumble backwards, welcome oblivion claiming me.

Lord of Bones

Percy Weasley was a smart man.

He had some of the best grades of hisHogwarts batch. He was a prefect and then later Head Boy. He was an up-and-coming worker in the Ministry of Magic, despite the little snag of his superiors being unable to remember his surname properly. (’Weatherby’, indeed!Seriously, the Weasleys were known through out all of Britain and even a bit of Europe for their abnormally large family.) He was even from an old and prestigious pureblood family (A very important criteria for a successfulcareer! Minister Fudge had said, something that had been reinterated by Scrimgeour) AND he had the distinction of being very highly thought of in the workplace.

That is, if being highly thought of included people notmaking eye contact with you and ducking their heads whenever you walked past them.

Poor Percy had yet to realize that his co-workers did so because they were trying not to laugh whenever he showed up.

You see, Percival Weasley was an ambitious man.

He had clawed his way to the position of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic himself after Dolores Umbridge’s disgrace, cunningly cutting his ties with his own family once their beliefs threatened his ascension through the bureaucratic ranks. He constantly sucked up to most of his superiors and, best of all, he had quickly aligned himself with those he believed would lead the Wizarding World into a proper age.

There was also the fact that the Minister had picked him, HIM!, as the Ministerial liason to one Harry James Potter. That he had once scorned and pleaded with his siblings to do the same to the young saviour was irrelevant in Percy’s mind. He was sure that young Harry would understand the circumstances behind it. After all, politics, no matter how necessary, was a very dirty business.

But, alas, there was one more matter he had to attend to.

His ex-girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.

So here he was, on his way to the former Ravenclaw’s apartment inLondon. With his new job, position and salary, he was sure that Penny would take him back. It was only logical, after all. He had a secure post and future with ample opportunity for advancement. She wouldn’t be able to resist him.

The fact that she’d left him because of the horrendous way he’d treated his own family completely slipped his mind.

The third Weasley child came to a stop at the door to Penelope’s apartment. With a flickof his wand and a grandoise exclaimation of Alohomora!, Percy let himself into the modestly-sized suite, shutting the door behind him quietly.

He wanted to surprise her, after all. He was sure, certain even, that she wouldn’t mind. Especially after the news of his successful career got out.

Then he frowned.

Penny’s apartment looked as though no-one was home. The lights were out, the curtains shut and the doors of each roomwere closed.

She must be out, he muttered, looking around the place curiously. Shrugging, he plonked himself on the sofa, deciding to wait until she returned. He frowned as his hands touched the cushions feeling an odd sensation. Why are they so wet?

A piercing shriek seemed to echo throughout the room, jolting the redhead to his feet. Ignoring the strange sensations from the couch, the Undersecretary slammed open the door to the room where the scream originated from, wand in hand… 

… before freezing in shock at the sight in front of him.

The ever so proper, immaculate, Penelope Clearwater was leaning against the wall, straddling the shoulders of a dark-haired young man whose face was buried under her short skirt. From the way her nipples were straining against her shirt, and theway her hands were fisting in his hair, it was fairly obvious as to what the man was doing. The tell-tale hungry, slurping sounds coming from the man’s hidden face was also a fairly good clue.

Another orgasmic shriek tore out from Penny’s throat as she came again. The man drew back, his mouth and cheeks glistening with her juices. Like that, eh?

Penny moaned in reply as the man stood up, kissing her full on the lips. She reciprocated madly, groping the front of his jeans as she deepened the kiss, tasting herself on his mouth. The man unbuttoned her shirt, breaking the kiss to suckle a perky breast.

Oh Harry! wailed the curly-haired blonde, whimpering as her lover assaulted her pink nipple with his tongue.

’Harry?!’ thought Percy his eyes comically widening as he just stood there watching the act in front of him. His eyes almost poped out as his meek ex-girlfriend pulled her glistening tit from Harry’s mouth and sank to her knees, unbuttoning his jeans as she did so.

The man groaned as she unbuttoned his boxers, one small, cool hand wrapping itself around his rapidly stiffening erection. Her head darted forward, pink lips parting as a wet longue basted the man’s crown with warm saliva before she took his thick meat into her warm, adoring mouth.

Penny’s mouth struggled to accomodate the prodigious erection she was happily pleasuring, her throat muscles expanding to take in every burning inch. However, not once did she stop her intake, pausing only when her mouth touched the very base of the dark-haired man’s meaty hardness, brushing against his heavy ballsack.

Percy felt a surge of jealousy (and envy) as his eyes met the man’s own.

Percy choked, and gasped in surprise.

Harry Potter’s green eyes stared back at him, a smirk on his lips.

Hi Perce! he said cheerfully, as though the Undersecretary’s ex-girlfriend wasn’t squeezing his arse as she fucked her face on his erection. Say ‘Hi’ to Perce, Penny!

She neveronce stopped what she was doing, nor did she give any indication that her ex-boyfriend was even in the room except to give him a small wave behind her. The pretty blonde’s verbal greeting was muffled by the thick slab of cock in her mouth. The words themselves causing a pleasurable surge through Harry’s body as her muscles played around his crown. He moaned out loud, gripping the blonde’s long, curly hair as her mouth enthusiastically went to work on him.

Re-release Penny at once, Potter! commanded the flustered redhead, watching the slim woman enviously. Why hadn’t she ever done that for him?

Harry looked down at the feasting beauty. Do you want meto leave, Penny? he asked.

The woman shook her head (or at least, tried to) in response, her protests muffled by what was in her mouth.

I suppose that’s a ‘yes’, then, said Harry, his hips retracting as his member to slide out of the girl’s mouth.

Penny’s eyes widened in horror.

MMPH! MMMPH MMMPH! she protested, wrapping her arms around his lean waist and driving back his cock into her steamy oral cavern.

Sorry Perce, but I’m pretty sure that’s a definitive ‘No’, commented Harry, rebuilding his rhythm.

He groaned out a warning, feeling the familiar sensation of his balls tightening. Penelope slid her head back, till only the crown was in her mouth. She jacked off Harry’s exposed length, swallowing as he unloaded blast after blast of hot cum in her mouth. The blonderelished the saviour’s hot, salty, semen, greedily gulping down his release before letting his cock slip out of her mouth and decorate her face with a few more spurts.

Percy stared in shock.

Penelope’s face brightened at the Potter scion’s still erect member. She placed a delighted kiss on his ‘head’ before getting off the floor, pausing only to clean off her face and lying back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. She made a’come hither’ gesture, cooing Come on, Harry. I’m waiting.

As theyounger man clambered on top of her, his head brushing teasingly along herslick folds, she turned to Percy with an amused look on her face.

Be a dear and close the door when you leave, Percy, she purred, feeling Harry slowly fill her with his cock. Her back arched as he forced the last few inches in, another hoarse scream ripping from her throat. Penny forced the dark haired man’s head to her breast, urging Harry’s powerful thrusts as he nursed on a stiff nipple. His teeth grazed the pink tip playfully beforepulling away from the perky orb.

She barely heard the door shut with a ‘click’ when Harry growled into her ear.

Cock-hungry little slut! he hissed, fucking her relentlessly as her inner walls rippled along his member, holding on to him with a vice-like grip.

Penny mewled in reply, whispering into his ear Only yours… 

Harry smilled ferally at that, expertly reversing their positions so that she was bouncing on him. His hands squeezed her breasts from below as her wails grew louder, her hips grinding against the younger man’s own. She finally screamed as she came, her juices gushing around his dick as he spasmed inside her steaming-hotpussy, filling her to the brim with warm spunk.

Outside, Percy disapparated with a look of shock on his face. He mentally reminded himself to buy several cases of Kleenex as what he’d just seen finally caught up to him.

Back in the apartment, Penny was on all fours, her pert rear swayling enticingly as cum leaked from her well-fucked twat. Harry’s hands gripped the creamy skin of her hips as he forced his lubricated cock into her tight backdoor.

A grin crossed his face as Penny thrashed under him, her scream for More! in his ears.

All in all, he couldn’t help but think… 

It’s good to be me.

Lord of Bones

Hints of H/Hr. Parvati/Harry’Lavender smut. Primarily HP/LB. Because Lavender deserves some lovin’… and it’s a bit odd that the Golden Boy of Gryffindor never seems to have a Gryyfindor harem. Hell, there’s the unity ofthe houses already: Gryffindor girls (Lav, Hr, Parv) + Slytherin girls (Trace, Daph, Pansy) + Harry = Profit!!!
Lord, someone must write a drabble about that.
But on with the fic.

In retrospect, Hermione could admit to herself with a great deal of reluctance, getting Ron as a boyfriend was the worst thing she could’ve planned for.

It wasn’t his pig-headedness. It wasn’t his atrocious, chimpanzee-like table manners. It wasn’t his god-awful study habits. It wasn’t even his tendency to talk about Quidditch (may that sport burn in the pits of Avernus!) to theexclusion of everything else.

It was his lack of respect for her and her gender that drilled in how much of a worthless catch he was. So far his thoughtless comments about the proper place of a woman in the householdhad been driving her mad with gut-wrenching fury and if she had to listen to another diatribe on how women should leave the ‘real work’ to men… 

Though it was funny when he had his rant near the so-called Queens of Slytherin. She never knew Davis, Greengrass and Parkinson were that good at human Transfiguration.

Ginny’s disapproving words came back to haunther.

As much as I love my brother, Hermione, she’d warned, He’s not good enough for you. Ron still has a lot of growing up to do before he can actually hope to be someone in any sort of meaningful relationship.

And, as much as she’d wallowed in her own self-pity, she felt sorry for Harry as well. He was the one she’d forced into dating Lavender Brown to get her away from Ron, something she now regretted. The jealousy that once sparked whenever she saw Ron and Lavender together paled in comparison to the blaze she felt whenever Harry passed by with Lavender on his arm.

Though she always wondered why Harry had a gigantic grin perpetually active nowadays. Lavender’s satiated, ‘the-cat-that-got-the-canary’ smile was even more suspicious.

Shaking away those thoughts, Hermione resolved to make it up to Harry. With flick of her wand and a mutter of Point me Harry Potter she began to make her the way to him, mentally reviewing the speech she was going to give to him over and over.

She made her way to the Room of Requirement, where it was apparant that, that was where Harry had run off to. Her head still up in the clouds as she opened the door to enter the room when a small moan broke into her fogged mind.

She frozeat that.

Warily, Hermione examined the corridor, searching for the source of the odd noise but nothing seemed suspicious… 

… Until another moan cut through the air.

It was coming from the Room.

Her insatiable curiosity piqued, Hermione discreetly shielded herself with a Disillusionment Charm before sneaking into the Room, turning only to shutthe door with a soft ‘click’. The moans were getting progressively louder behind her.

She turned around.

Her jaw dropped.

Barelysix feet from her, dressed in a shirt and blouse, and facing each other, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were each straddling one of Harry’s legs. The moaner was Parvati, and Hermione could tell why.

Both girls’ shirts were unbuttoned, their proud breasts exposed to the cold air. Lavender crooned softly as she ran the fingers of one sleek hand through Harry’s perpetually messy black hair, her eyes closed in pleasure as a contented smile crossed her lips. Harry’s left hand was skillfully manipulating the blonde beauty’s left breast, toying with the ample mound’s pink nipple with practiced fingers. The Boy-Who-Lived’s mouth was attached to her unattended boob as he hungrily suckled away, his tongue lapping at his girlfriend’s nipple.

Parvati, on the other hand, was moaning for an entirely different reason. Harry’s right hand had snuck into her skirt and his fingers were furiously pumping into her dripping snatch (not that Hermione could see that from her position). The Indian girl ground herself against his intruding fingers, wailing out his name as he finger-fucked her.

Suddenly, Lavender let out a high-pitched squeak. Hermione’s startled eyes leapt to the blonde’s face, noticing her dorm-mate’s grey eyes widen with shock.

H-Harry! she shrieked, grinding herself furiously against the dark-haired wizard’s leg as Harry’s teeth tugged at her nipple, P-please, don’t tease!

Harry let Lavender’s breast fall from his mouth, proudly watching the erect nipple glisten with his saliva. Lavender tugged his head upwards, where their lips met in a steamy kiss. Their tongues mated in their mouths before Harry broke away, nuzzling his lover’s neck lovingly. Lavender cooed approvingly.

Parvati whimpered, feeling neglected at the affection displayed by her best friend and her boyfriend. Lavender nudged Harry, drawing him away from her neck. Harry’s green eyes fastened to the expanse of dark skin Parvati proudly displayed, kissing her fiercely before edging downwards to nip at her neck and collar-bone, and finally to tease her dark nipples.

That drove Parvati over the edge, as a tremendous shriek escaped her throat. Harry smirked into her neck, feeling her inner muscles ripplealong his fingers. He made an exaggerated showing of slowly pulling out his fingers despite Parvati’s mewling protests, licking one glistening appendage clean before offering the other to the buxom blonde beside him. Lavender gently suckled his fingers, keeping both eyes locked on Harry’s own before letting them slide out of her mouth. To his surprise, she yanked a stunned Parvati to her, locking their lips together.

Harry groaned out loud at the sight, even as a highly aroused Hermione slipped a hand into her own knickers.

Finally disengaging from each other, the two girls slidoff Harry amd kneeled in front of him. Harry stood up from his seat, allowing Lavender’s small hand to unzip his jeans and bring out his large cock.

Hermione’s eyes widened as her mouth went dry.

Lavender smiled at Harry, letting Parvati nuzzle the side of the blonde’s well-hung boyfriend’s member. She leaned forward to kiss the dripping head, but Harry evaded her. Playfully, the Would be defeater of Voldemort brushed his cock against Lavender’s cheeks and lips, enjoying the pout on her face. Parvati giggled at the sight.

Finally, Harry gave up his little game and pressedhis dick against Lavender’s lips, letting the unresisting blonde draw his swollen cockhead into her warm, wet mouth. She suckled Harry’s cock, bobbing her head slowly along his length. Parvati was teasing Harry’s balls, drawing the each portion of the heavy sack into her mouth and lapping away witha keen tongue. They traded places often, Parvati entertaining his straining member in her mouth while Lavender basted his balls and length with her own.

Harry’s slowly fucked their mouths, exulting in their oral skills. Finally, with a heavy groan, he bellowed his release. Lavender grinned as her man’s ballsack tightened, the potent cock in her mouth throbbing as jet after jet of white-hot semen blasted into her mouth. Happily, the beautyswallowed what she could and let the still spurting member out of her succulent mouth, just in time for Parvati to seal her lips around the member and suck in the last few spurts. The dark beauty cleaned Harry’s cock lovingly, the warm saltiness of his cum still present on it.

At this point,Hermione was seriously wishing they’s left some for her as her fingers worked in and out of her pussy furiously.

Parvati finally released Harry’s glistening, still-erect dick, prompting a murmur of Good Girl, from Lavender, who was leaning against Harry’s thigh and watching her amusedly. The brunette stood up and walked to the bed, her long braid swaying enticingly behind her shapely backside. The Indian girl disrobed slowly, presentingherself to Harry with the air of a favored concubine. Harry’s eyes roved over her shapely front, immedaitely fixing on the tiny strip of dark hair over Parvati’s pussy.

His cock twitched.

Parvati lay on the bed, her pert arse held high in the air. She wiggled it invitingly.

Harry responded instantly. Lavender unbuttoned his shirt, placing kisses on his jaw and collar before banishing his trousers. He gave her a chaste kiss and moved behind Parvati, stroking her pussylips with the head of his dick before impaling her in one stroke. Parvati’s wail was muffled by the tasty snatch her face was buried in, the trimmed triangular blonde curls tickling her nose as her lips fastened to Lavender’s dripping hole.

Hermione cupped a breast, the other hand busy with her own clit as she tried not to moan, her eyes riveted on the scene in front of her.

Harry relentlessly pounded into Parvati, one hand squeezing a perky breast while the otherwas busy with the chocolate-skinned vixen’s own erect clit. His teeth fastened to her shoulder as he fucked her hard, relishing her cries and screamsfor more. Lavender, tired of the inattention she was recieving, wrapped her fingers around Parvati’s braid and brought her back to the blonde’s slit.Parvati lapped and suckled at her best friend’s pussy in earnest as Harry’s massive cock plundered her again and again, stretching her to her limit.

A final, brutal thrust; and Parvati came undone. Her scream of ecstasy rattled Hermione’s eardrums as her powerful inner muscles clamped on Harry’s member again and again. Harry held on through sheer willpower, finallyslipping out of the dark skinned woman and rolling her onto her back. She smiled up at him tiredly, though her eyes widened apologetically at his erect cock. She reached out weakly, but Harry shook his head. It’s okay, Parv. Rest. You earned it. He brushed his lips against hers, tasting the familiar taste of Lavender’s release.

Turning away from the smiling Parvati, he towered over Lavender. Gently, he pressed a loving kiss to her lips,his dick resting on her trimmed curls. Lavender broke the kiss, cupping his cheek and giggling as she felt his cock throb on her lower stomach. Harryslipped downwards slightly, slipping his erection into her inch by inch until he was fully buried in her.

God Lav, he hissed into her ear, So…  Tight!

Love you, she murmured back, her hips already finding a rhythm. Unlike the harsh fucking he gave Parvati, this was slow lovemaking. Lavender moaned whenever Harry thrust into her, his mouth savoring a pink nipple. He abruptly broke away and grit his teeth, stuggling against Lavender’s impossibly tight pussy. The buxom blonde simply smirked and wrapped her arms behind his neck, bringing him back to her aching nipple.

Their hips met again and again, the wet ‘slap’ of flesh echoing in the room. Lavender whimpered as Harry slowly fucked her wet twat, feeling each throb of his erection as he made love to her. Finally, with a hoarse scream, she came hard and strong; her copious juices speeding up Harry’s thrusts.

Finally, with a roar, he blasted her channel with spunk, filling her tothe brim with white-hot cum. She milked his spurting dick with her inner muscles, cooing approvingly as jet after jet of cum filled her tight pussy. Harry collapsed on top of her, pillowing his head on her breasts. Parvati watched indulgently, a smile on her lips.

Until Hermione’s keening wail of orgasm drew their attention. Three pairs of eyes widened in shock as a close-eyed, not so prim and proper Hermione Granger brought herself off in front of them, one hand massaging a nicely-formed breast, the other inside her hiked up skirt.

Lavender’s eyes narrowed as Hermione’s widenedin shock and embarassment. The blonde smirked.

Someone’s been a bad girl, drawled the blonde, and bad girls get…  Punished…  Don’t they dear?

Harry nodded numbly.

So what are you waiting for? shepurred out, Punish her.

’To hell with it,’ thought Hermione. She turned around and placed her hands on the wall for support, letting Harry’seyes fixate on her curved rump.

Come on Harry, she mewled invitingly. Punish me.

p7626 :: LoB

Just snog, although there’s something amusing about a frustrated-about-Ron Hermione assuming that Lavender’s sleeping because her drapes are shut, when in reality Lavender’s trying not to make a sound while Harry’s shagging her.

Here’s what I wrote for any possible Ron scenes:

This is a oneshot, but, yeah, it is rather strange that Harry/Lavenderor Harry/Parvati have never been that popular. I’m also annoyed by the wayLavender is portrayed as a whore in fics (though I’m guilty of that too), but in truth the plot bunny came to me when a poster on a Yahoo group wondered why Lavender was always getting shafted.

As for the ‘punishment’… well Hermione’s okay with it, his girlfriend’s okay with it; so he mightjust say Screw it! and screw his best friend’s brains out. As for Ron… who knows? Chances are (if H/L were discreet) that he’d be pissed that Harry got into Lavender’s knickers before he did; or that his (ex-) girlfriend is now shagging Harry; or he could just walk in on Hermione and Lavender making out, run and complain to Harry, only to find that Harry and Parvati are testing the many positions of the Kama Sutra; or find Lavender and Harry educating Hermione in the Library/Common Room/whatever.

But anyonewho wants to write them out can do so, since I’m not really in a writing mood at the moment.

There’s also the House Unity option where Gryffgirls (Hr, Lav, Par) + Slyth girls (Daph, Pansy, Trace) + Harry = Profit!!!

--- In seelvorfanfiction@yahoogroups.co.uk, alastorgodofvengeance <padenfain13@… > wrote:

>

> Agreed wonderful smut although I sincerly hope that the only thing Lavender did with Ron was just snog cause the thought of him do anything else to any woman except maybe Umbridge is ‘ewwww’. On second thought I now need some brain bleach for that image I just gave myself gahhh!

> -AlastorGodofVengeance

> --- In seelvorfanfiction@yahoogroups.co.uk, Red Jacobson red.jacobson@ wrote:

> >

> > That’s a WIN!!!!!!!!!!! Nice smutlet, and I can’t wait to see Ron’s

> > reaction when Harry and his girls walk into thecommon room, and Hermione

> > straddles Harry on the couch (with or without a public snog with Parvati and

> > Lavender)

> >

> > red

> >

> > On Tue, Mar 10, 2009 at 11:23 AM, hellishlord hellishlord@ wrote:

> >

> >

> > --

> > Somewhere in the world, two aardvarks are humping

> >

>

Sunni Brendan

So I was bored and reading some different Hr/L stories and got this urge to write my own. So here is the first part. Any comments/critiques?

Her Lover

I sit, and watch, and wonder.

How is she so sweet and carefree? How do these hard times not show in worry lines on her smooth face? Her long blond hair billows out behind her as she jogs across the school grounds. Looking for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks I suppose.

But I wouldn’t know. I sit here, lucky to catch sit of her out this wide window I hid in, watching her gaiety. Her protuberant grey eyes sparkling and a smile on her pink lips. How I wish to run my finger over them, feel as her little red tongue tentatively flicks against my fingertip. Goosebumps rush down my arms at the thought. She would stand there in shock, I think, staring at me unblinkingly, such an expression of herself. Perhaps, she would smile shyly, kiss my finger, her hand gently touching my arm in acquiescence.

I can’t help but be shocked at my brazen thoughts, my laugh quiet but bitter. If I ever found the courage-Gryffindor indeed-to approach her in this way, I am sure she would rebuked me in the harshest manner. And yet, in all my imaginings, I can’t seem to put on her face that look of disgust I know would be there. I had never before seen any but carefree complacent smiles or radiantly shining giggles on her face. I can’t stand the looks of pain she hides after an extended stay with her housemates. How could they be so cruel?

My hand ran back through my hair, scratching my scalp, fisting in the bushy mass. Outside the window her pert derriere was outlined by the wind in her colorful skirt as she bent over looking intently at something on the ground. Suddenly she dropped on her stomach, knees bent and feet waving gaily in the air. Is she reading a book?

A smile and a wave of affection for the pretty witch grip me. We have more in common than expected, with both our love of learning and knowledge. Only she didn’t let it overcome her sense of decorum. Or maybe, she did. Everyone seems to think she is crazy with her accounting of strange magical creatures, but isn’t her search but for knowledge. Even I can’t begrudge her that.

I can feel the chill October air creeping in through the glass window. She isn’t wearing a cloak, the silly chit. She’ll catch her death of cold. I can’t help myself as a daydream of being rewarded for bringing her wrap cause a smile on my face.

She’ll never know of this, of my longing for her. Of how I wish to take her petite hands between mine and pull her close, leaving light feathery kisses across her face, down her neck. Of how my body wishes to press close to hers, feeling our hearts beat wildly in concerto. How I wish to claim her as my own.

She must have felt my eyes boring into her, for she jumped to her feet and turned, looking quite eerily in my direction. I knew she couldn’t see me but still I heard my squeak as I fell in a dive off the window ledge, hiding from her penetrating gaze.

Maybe someday, I’ll find my courage.

EthanC

Just a fun little drabble as I try to overcome a touch of writer’s block for HP’s 6th year.

He was watching her again. He had been watching her constantly for the past two months. She intrigued him, he was intrigued. He felt like some kind of predator stalking its prey. Only this prey wanted to be caught. That was a fact. He could see it ever since that day two months ago when she had walked in on him taking what he was owed from Pansy. The goody-goody little Gryffindor prefect girl had just stood there as he was pumping away at Pansy.

He had locked eyes with her immediately, but hadn’t stopped his motion. At first, the Prefect’s eyes were wide with surprise, but when Pansy whimpered with pain, her eyes darkened with lust and her nipples hardened. There was a darkness in that girl that he just knew wanted to be let out. No, it needed to be let out. And he was just the man to bring it out of her.

He noticed that she kept a closer eye on him from then on. He watched her watch him. He watched her lick her lips and her breathing quicken every time their eyes met. She was watching him even when she was hanging off the arm of the Golden Boy. She needed something that scarhead could never give her. He could give it to her. He was going to give it to her, and once she had it from him, she would never be able to go back to that green-eyed goody two-shoes.

So, here he was, two months later. Two months of watching and waiting. Two months of more patience than he had ever shown. She was alone now, it was late at night and she had snuck into the library for some late night research. He had followed her in here and was watching her the whole time. Tonight was the night he was going to pounce. She stood from her table to return a book. It’s proper shelf was higher up in the stacks. She had to stand on her toes to put it back. His gray eyes darkened in lust as he took in her lithe form stretched to his fullest. He was already achingly hard even as he moved in behind her, trapping her against the bookshelves.

She let out a small gasp as he grabbed her wrists and held them together with one hand above her head. He pressed himself into her firm backside as the rest of his body pressed hers into the immovable bookshelf.

Hello, Granger. I’ve been waiting for this. I bet you have, too.

Malfoy! What are you doing?!? gasped Hermione, quietly.

I’ve come to set you free, Granger. I’m here to give you what you really want. Not what that ponce, Potter gives you. Said Draco silkily

What do you think I really want, Draco, Hermione practically purred.

You have a darkness in you, Granger. You want to let it out. You want to let my darkness in. Don’t try to deny it, Draco said as he spun her around and pinned her against the books again, this time pressing his hardness into her hip. I’ve seen the way your eyes darken in lust and your nipples harden every time you have looked at me the last two months. The way your breathing has sped up ever since you saw me with Pansy.

He could feel her rapid heart beat through her chest as it pressed against his as she answered in a voice that was just dripping with sexiness, You’re right, I do have a darkness. I do need someone to bring it out in me.

As she spoke he leaned in closer and closer to kiss her. Their lips were brushing against each other when she had finished her statement. He was about to claim her lips as his in just a moment’s time and he could tell by her ragged breath that she wanted it.

But then he felt someone firmly grab him by the hair and yank him backward.

His gray eyes widened as she smirked at him and said, But that someone is clearly not you, Draco. You are about as dark as your bleached hair. Hello, my love, you kept me waiting long enough.

She stalked forward and Draco could hear her kiss whomever was holding him by the hair. The Malfoy scion started to move to get out of the grasp of whoever was holding him when he was suddenly slammed face first into the bookshelves. Draco’s nose broke as it slammed into the unabridged copy of Hogwarts: A History.

The voice of his worst enemy sounded out behind him and said, Now, now Draco. We can’t have you running off just quite yet. My dear Hermione has spent the last two months planning what she was going to do to you for what you did to poor Pansy.

Potter?!? Draco shrieked like a ten year old girl.

Of course it’s Harry. Snarked Hermione, patronizingly. Who, in this school do you think I would allow my true self out for? Who would love me enough to allow me to kill for them? My Harry provides such wonderful prey for me to hunt. You should have heard his muggle relatives squeal like the pigs they were I started in on them. Mmmmmm, that was the best sex we’ve ever had. Do you remember when you buggered me as we forced your Aunt to eat her own son’s fingers? Hermione shivered in a mini-orgasm at the memory. She was currently grinding herself on Harry’s hip even as he pinned Draco against the bookshelf with one hand.

That’s not the type of thing you forget, love. Harry said with a wry grin. Now, what have you got planned for the ferret, love? I know it’s going to be good. You hate rapists.

The evil smile that plastered itself across Hermione’s face almost had Harry lose it in his pants in ecstasy.

Draco did loose his bowels in his pants, but that was out of sheer terror.

Harry and Hermione were not seen for the next full week, but when asked about it, they had perfect alibis, confirmed by Luna Lovegood, Padma Patil, Susan Bones, Hanna Abbot, Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown.

Two days after that, Draco’s head, with his final look of horror still on his face, appeared on a pike at the foot of the girls dorm rooms. It had a sign attached to it that read; ‘No one will touch you again.’

If anyone had looked at Pansy Parkinson at that moment, they would have seen her wipe a tear out of her eye and utter a thank you to some unknown person.

KafkaExMachina

This one’s for you! You know who you are…[br]Oh, and translations are at the bottom.

Harry was forcefully awoken from his nightmares by Neville frantically shaking him. Harry, Harry! You’ve got to get up. Harry groaned and blearilygestured for Neville to politely sod off.

Harry… you’re going to be late for the first task! Neville said, ignoring the sleepy boys subtle hints to go bugger himself.

That woke Harry up. Ah shit, he said as he tore out of the bed, grabbinghis glasses and wand.

He promptly tripped on… something. It hurt worse than he’d expected. Groaning, he looked up at Neville who was gaping at him with the kind of expression Harry would only expect to see on the pudgy boy’s face if Snape suddenly dropped to one knee and proposed to the lad in the great hall.

Err… Nev, what’s with the look? Harry asked.

Neville pointed at the floor with a shaking finger. Harry looked down. Hepromptly wished he hadn’t.

Instead of his expected Harry Jr., an elephantine appendage appeared attached. Its length dangled to the floor, was coiled into two loose loops before continuing its way back up the four-poster bed and disappearing into themess of covers Harry left on the bed.

I… am going to bloody kill Ron, Harry grumbled. Hey, Nev, you got anyidea how to undo this? Neville shook his head. Great. Just great. Anyideas on how I’m supposed to get to the field?

Neville simply pointed his wand at a nearby stool, and transfigured it intoa medium-sized wheelbarrow – the kind used to haul around large bags of fertilizer.

…  that’ll work, Harry said as he proceeded to reel in the offending member and loading it into the wheelbarrow as Neville grabbed a spare robe from his trunk.

Neville, Harry said softly as he stared at the wheelbarrow and his bed indespair, I think we’re gonna need a bigger wheelbarrow.

Pale as an Eskimo’s arse, Neville nodded.

…

Hermione paced frantically at the base of the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. Oh no, she mumbled, he’s definitely going to be late. Honestly, I can’t believe Ron didn’t even try to wake him up! I know they’re having a little spat but this is- Her monologue was interrupted by the dormitory dooropening. Neville came out first, shaking his head. Neville! Hermione exclaimed. Whatever she was going to say next vanished from her mind as shesaw a very large wheelbarrow with a couple robes tossed over top emerge from the dorm, evidently being pushed/levitated by a rather unhappy Harry. The robes seemed to be concealing some great lump, as the edges barely made past the rim.

Harry? She asked. What… I mean… um… wheelbarrow?

Harry shook his head. I really don’t want to talk about it, he mumbled as he brushed by her. I’m going to kill him, or the twins. Maybe both. They better be able to bloody well fix this before I compete or by Merlin I’ll… Harry’s angry rant was interrupted by Hermione’s hand moving to lifeup the edge of one of the robes.

Hermione, don’t! Harry exclaimed a moment too late, judging by her suddensqueak and massive blush.

She suddenly had the uncanny desire to grab an oboe and try her hand at snake-charming.

…

The crowd milled about, obviously wondering where the fourth champion was. Dumbledore calmed the fretting judges, not once betraying his own anxiety.Suddenly, a great deal of confused exclamations erupted from the stands as people noticed Neville and Hermione running towards the converted Quidditch pitch, followed by Harry pushing some sort of over-large wheelbarrow in front of him. The murmurs only grew louder as Barty Crouch Sr. hurried over to Harry’s position. They noticed that the two were having some sort of heated exchange before Crouch Sr. took a quick peek under the robes nearestto Harry.

… Bloody Hell! Crouch’s shout of shock was heard over the crowd. Everybody fell silent as they tried to listen in on the conversation.

… so its attached? Crouch asked. Harry nodded. Well, there’s not helping it. It’s against the rules for you to take the time to see Madame Pomphrey. Crouch said. Harry replied with something unintelligible. Crouch shook his head. …sorry …you’ve still got to …at least we know none of the …just do your best.

Crouch jogged over to the tent and poked his head in. A moment later, LudoBagman appeared. The two men had a quick conversation. Ludo looked utterly flabbergasted, then horrified. Crouch shrugged and said something to the man. Bagman returned to the tent while Crouch walked away, slowly shaking his head as Harry (plus wheelbarrow) made his way towards the tent. Dumbledore met Barty Sr. at the judge’s stand. The two had a quite conversation. Dumbledore looked as shocked as Crouch, but turned to the crowd and gestured for silence.

It appears, the Hogwarts Headmaster said solemnly, that somebody has decided to play a most inappropriate prank on Mr. Potter. Fortunately, none of the other champions were punished for breaching the contract, so we know that it wasn’t intentional sabotage by the other contestants. Unfortunately for Mr. Potter, he will have to compete as-is. Dumbledore shook his head for a moment, before crying out Let the first Trial begin!

…

Harry made his way into the champions’ tent. Fleur, Krum and Diggory looked at the robe-draped wheelbarrow.

Err… isn’t that against the rules? Cedric asked before anybody else could. Ludo looked rather put-out, and a bit frantic.

I’m afraid to say that Harry’s managed to get quite the… the man paused, searching for the right word, handicap. Yes, that’s it. Anyhow, there’s… err… nothing in the wheelbarrow that he wasn’t born with… well, I mean, there is but not in the way you think… I mean, ah… oh Hell, this really is quite the pickle, isn’t it Harry?

Harry groaned. The other champions looked at him. I got cursed. Harry said shortly.

Krum scowled. Vat kind of curse vould make you haf to haf a veelbarrow? I see all of your…  vat is vord? Limbs? Limbs are normal.

Fleur coughed politely. I zink zat per’aps it iz a bit more of a… perzonal problem, no?

Harry blushed tomato red.

I haf not the understanding of your vords, Krum grumbled.

Why don’t you take a quick look, zen? Fleur said with a mischievous smile.

No! Harry quickly shouted.

Vy not? Krum asked, glaring at the young man.

Err… well, ah… it’s not the sort of thing that I want another bloke poking about with, alright?

Cedric blinked. You don’t mean…

Yeah. Harry said.

Wow. All of that? Cedric asked.

Yeah.

Damn, Cedric replied.

Krum scowled. Still I am not understanding.

Cedric smirked at the glowering Bulgarian while Fleur daintily whispered something in his ear.

Krum’s eyebrows tried to launch themselves into orbit. All of… He waved his hand at the robe-covered lump.

Harry groaned, but nodded.

Vell shit, Krum replied.

Couldn’t have said it better myself, Cedric said.

I zuppose I zall not be calling you… little boy, no? Fleur said while waggling her eyebrows obscenely.

Harry groaned. The rest of the conversation was cut off by Ludo pulling out a bag. Each of the champions withdrew an animated statue of a dragon. Harry’s, of course, was a big nasty Hungarian Horntail with the number four painted on its side.

Cedric’s comment summed up the day/year/lifetime perfectly.

Man, it sure sucks to be you.

…

Finally, it was Harry’s turn. His stomach no longer held rabid chipmunks on Meth. Instead, it was a giant lump of lead. With no small amount of trepidation, Harry pushed his burden out of the tent. The crowd was silent as Harry emerged. He looked up at the stands. Hermione was standing next to Neville, who was next to Ron, her worry obvious even in the distance. Neville was still pale as a ghost. Ron looked confused. And rather hungry. At least some things were normal.

Harry glared balefully at his former best mate. If this is your fault, there won’t be another generation of Weasleys, Harry swore. He looked at the dragon, who was eyeing him hungrily. Well, my original plan’s pretty much bollocks now. He shrugged. Still, I suppose I’ve got to try something. He scratched his head, trying to come up with something on the fly.

Bugger it. Accio Golden Egg!

The egg didn’t budge.

Didn’t think so, Harry said with a shrug. He turned towards the judges’ podium. Well, that’s it. I guess I’m going to have to-

His words were cut off by a thunderous roar. Absolutely not wanting too look, Harry turned and faced the dragon. It was really pissed. Harry swallowed. The dragon took a lumbering step towards him. Harry started to sweat. It lurched forward, snapping the chain attached to its neck. Harry swore.

The dragon roared once more as it prepared to lunge towards the tasty snackin front of it. The crowd gasped while the dragon handlers rushed forwardto subdue the beast. With a single pump of its wings the dragon blew the puny mortals onto their backsides.

Harry swore the beast smirked as it roared its intensions once more. He silently prepared to see his parents again. At least he couldn’t right well piss his pants.

Then the impossible happened.

…

The crowd gasped in horror as the great beast prepared to turn the Boy-who-lived into the Boy-who-didn’t-quite-make-it. Hermione screamed as she gripped her face in terror, her fingernails digging crescent wounds into her cheeks.

I can’t look! Ron gasped out as he hid his face in Neville’s bosom. Neville automatically wrapped the cowering red-head in a comforting embrace.

In that moment, Hermione realized what her true feelings towards her raven-haired friend were. She knew it was too late, but unlike Ron she couldn’t bear to look away, hoping beyond hope that somebody, something, anything would save Harry.

Then the impossible happened.

…

Dumbledore swore into his beard as the dragon lurched free of its restraints. Although the methodology was certainly… unorthodox, to say the least,this whole chain of events just screamed Voldemort. Well, not the overlarge body-part bit, but certainly the irate dragon trying to fry his student part.

He still couldn’t quite get over the overlarge body-part bit. Unfortunately, his hesitation was going to cost Harry his life, unless a miracle occurred.

Then the impossible happened.

…

Under the concealing robes, something roared back.

In the small part of his mind that wasn’t screaming, Harry felt a strange sort of stirring in his crotch. A great deal of crotch, and a fair bit of stirring at that. For the briefest of moments, he almost hoped that the dragon would hurry up and fry him; if only to prevent the utter humiliation hewas sure to undergo.

Another roar erupted from the wheelbarrow. The dragon paused, peering downat the small two-legged snack, as if it were attempting to suss out exactly what the walking meal was trying to do.

With a motion that could only be described as a saurian shrug, the dragon roared again.

Harry felt the weight of impending doom, and not of the draconic variety.

Suddenly, like the Kraken emerging from the abyssal depths, his Todger arose from the wheelbarrow. It towered over the Quidditch pitch, casting a great serpentine shadow across the makeshift arena.

Again, in the part of his mind that wasn’t screaming, a small part of Harrycouldn’t help but have flashbacks to his second year. Well, aside from two small facts. First was the thankful lack of a phoenix coming to claw at the phallic monster’s eyes… erm, eye. The other was that the thousand-year-old basilisk would have felt positively inadequate next to his gargantuan Shaft.

…

In the small part of her mind that wasn’t screaming, Hermione noted that the long-standing question amongst the girls of her year about whether or notHarry was circumcised was finally answered with a definite no.

…

Somehow, without lungs, Harry’s Johnson roared again. Then It lunged for the dragon.

The dragon, being a quite reasonable member of the saurian species, took a great deal off offense at being assaulted by a fleshy man-worm and let loose a great gout of flame.

Evidently Wang studied under the great kung-fu master Hung Lo. With a speed that belied Its size, Wang whipped about, avoiding becoming grilled bratwurst. It reared back, as if accepting the challenge.

…

Deep in the bowels of Hogwarts, an ancient elf bowed its head.

And so it begins. He has arrived, the wizened creature rasped.

Whos has arrived, your great and venerable geezerness? A much younger elfasked of his elder.

The Legendary Overfiend. The antediluvian elf whispered.

…

Harry closed his eyes. He just knew what was coming next.

The small part of his mind that wasn’t screaming groaned at the unintentional pun.

…

In order to preserve their sanity, everyone involved immediately purged thememory of the two titans grappling in mortal combat.

Well, almost everybody.

…

Before the gout of dragon’s blood and… something else splashed against the shields that protected the audience, Hermione was struck with the sudden urge to learn Japanese.

…

In the Ravenclaw stands, a small blond girl was heard saying Itadaki-masu!

…

In the professors’ section of the stands Hagrid hugged himself while rocking back and forth. I shouldn’t have seen that, he mumbled over and over. I shouldn’t have seen that.

…

Harry wanted to cry with a combination of relief and horror as his Rod released the mangled remains of the Hungarian Horntail before delicately picking up the golden egg with Its… erm… mouth and dropping it into his arms.Then, It gently coiled itself back into the wheelbarrow, not forgetting to carefully reposition the robes over It.

He turned to the judges’ stand. Can I go see Madam Pomfrey now? Crouch seemed to nod. At least, he twitched in a vaguely nod-like fashion, which was good enough thank you very much.

Harry took his Todger to the tent.

Hopefully she’d cancel… whatever it was that happened, and he could forget all about It.

…

After a long and most suspenseful hour (during which people heard Madam Pomfrey saying the most indelicate things in the most indelicate manner), Harry emerged from the tent sans wheelbarrow. His was immediately impacted in the front by a fast-moving female. This was expected. What wasn’t expected was the slightly lesser impact in the back.

Oh Merlin Harry I was so worried! Hermione sobbed into his chest. I thought you were going to… are you grabbing my arse?!?

Huh? Harry answered. His arms (and thus hands) were firmly trapped in Hermione’s vice-grip embrace. No chance of unintentional arse-fondling there. Seriously, his fingers were already starting to go numb. He peered overher bundle of bushy brown hair to note a pair of delicate pale hands gripping Hermione’s rear. Turning his head he noted that the hands were, as expected, attached to a pair of arms which were (this was not nearly as expected) attached to a blond-haired waif.

Um, who are you? Harry asked eloquently. In the small part of his mind that wasn’t screaming, Harry noted that Hermione apparently didn’t consider being groped a good enough reason to loosen her death-hold on his torso. She did, however, glare a bit over his shoulder.

Hajimemashite! The blond said breezily. Luna to mou shimasu. Douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu!

Right, Harry replied.

Hermione evidently didn’t consider the girl wasn’t sufficient reason to delay her interrogation either. So, um… Madam Pomfrey fixed your little…um, big… err, I mean… your, err, guy problem. Yeah, that’s it. Your guy problem. She sounded rather proud of the turn of phrase.

Yeah… I mean, isn’t it a bit obvious considering… Harry was suddenly struck by the realization that Hermione was indeed in the perfect position to discover his return to normality on her own, since her hips were pressedquite flush against his shrunken schlong.

Harry blushed as he realized that a certain unruly (and previously entirelyoveractive) part of his anatomy was pressed up against his female (and Harry found himself quite unable to ignore that fact) best mate.

His female best mate that was still hugging him, even though he wasn’t wearing pants.

His wriggling and rubbing female best mate.

Stop that! Hermione commanded over Harry’s shoulder. Harry looked over Hermione’s shoulder. The girl’s hands were definitely kneading and pressingthe rounded rump under her fingers, which caused Harry to undergo all sorts of complicated chemical reactions that were previously focused on a certain Chinese Ravenclaw.

…what was her name again? Ko? Cha? Harry couldn’t quite remember. Actually, he couldn’t quite string together a single coherent sentence at the moment as Hermione vainly tried to wiggle away from the girl’s grasp while simultaneously glaring at her over Harry’s shoulder.

The small part of his brain that hadn’t shut down due to hormonal overload happily noted that yes, Hermione had a rather nice set of breasts and yes, they were indeed smooshed against his chest. Not only that but evidently even gross molestation wasn’t sufficient cause to loosen her grip on Harry one iota.

Sumimasen! The molester in question squealed into his back, making sure to grind her emerging assets against his spine.

And that was that. Harry popped a hardcore bone. Right into Hermione’s thigh.

Hermione’s wriggling and rubbing female best mate thigh.

Ah jeez… Uh, I mean, um… The part of Harry’s mind that wasn’t screaming with embarrassment was quite thankful that his little… um, big… err,I mean… his guy problem was already solved, or else Hermione might have found herself suddenly relocated to the top of the Gryffindor tower.

Harry had a sudden flashback to a movie he watched through a cracked door as a child. He saw himself helpless as his Handcock scaled the tower with Hermione in its ‘clutches’, batting away red-headed aurors who were flingingspells at it while flying about on brooms.

That, Harry noted, was finally enough to convince Hermione to loosen her death-grip on his torso.

…enough to grab his arse and squeeze.

Hmwha? Harry asked.

We need to talk, Hermione said in a husky voice. Privately! She growled over Harry’s shoulder.

Oishi! The girl said happily in response.

…

Ron was still up in the stands trying to wrap his mind around the last houror so. It was akin to attempting to coil a two-foot-long ribbon about a three-thousand-year-old redwood.

‘I mean, he really could have died…’ Ron thought, ‘so maybe he really didn’t put his name in the cup… but he’s got a great big magical dick… so am I happy because he’s alive… or mad because he can slay dragons with his dong…’ One could almost hear the gears grinding against each other in his skull.

Unfortunately for Ron (as well as the house-elves tasked with cleaning the stands) the still-coated shielding finally gave out – leaving him as stuck physically as he was mentally.

‘Seriously though, he’s my best mate… and he could have died… but he killed a dragon with his pecker! Why can’t I kill a dragon with my pecker? I mean I could probably squash a bug if I really tried, or it was kinda slow, but that’s not the same. Then again, I wouldn’t want to worry about morning wood punching a hole through the ceiling. And what’s that smell?!?’

…

More to come… err, follow. Yeah, that’s it. Follow.

Translations – in order of appearance:

Itadaki-masu – A phrase said before eating. Means ‘Thank you for the food.

Hajimemashite – Nice to meet you (for the first time).

Luna to mou shimasu – My name is Luna

Douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu – Nice to meet you (Please be nice to me).

Sumimasen – Excuse me

Oishi – Delicious!

Lord of Bones

Good morning, Order of the Phoenix, Minister. Are you feeling well?

Funny taste in your mouths? Feeling as though you’ve been hit by a speeding dragon? That is generally typical of diluted Nundu Essence. Fatal in regular amounts, but a potent sleeping agent in its marketed form.

Is that realization I see in your eyes, Professor? Horror? Anger? The mighty Albus Dumbledore, brought low not by spell or curse, but by a simplechemical. How the mighty have fallen, eh?

I really must thank Daphne for that.

Where are you? I’m surprised, Minister. Don’t you recognize your own office?

Or rather, my office.

The Ministry? The Ministry? Poor, poor Rufus; you don’t understand, do you? I am the Ministry.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m disappointed, Dumbledore. Did you really think I would be satisfied with Lord Voldemort after these eighteen years? Did you really believe I would scrape and bow to you the way my dear Gryffindor brother, the Boy Who Lived, would? You simply traded one Lord for another.

Dark Lord, Toby? Is that all you have to say? Feh.

Look out those windows, Dumbledore. Tell me what you see.

A bright and glistening world? The beacon of the light? I don’t know whether to laugh or vomit. Do you know what I see, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore?

A dying, derelict world meandering towards its own ruin by virtue of its own intolerance. I intend to change that. Poor Lovegood saw the truth ofthis world, and it killed her.

You mean you didn’t know? Lovegood was an untrained Seer, incapable ofcontrolling the visions that were slowly causing her to lose focus of reality. The strain was too much for her, at this point she’d have either gone irrevocably insane or committed suicide. Fleur was telling me about it lastnight.

Tears, Hermione? From you, my love? That’s rich.

What’s that, Sirius? I’m mad? I suppose so, but that’s rather strange coming from someone who betrayed his kin and creed.

Did I touch a nerve? Pitiful.

My plans, Dumbledore? Rebuild. I have dissolved the Auror forces.

I can’t do that, Tonks? I already have. Why the long face, Nymphadora?

Good lord, woman, it’s just a name. Fine then, Tonks, why can’t I? Given your… experiences… .it would’ve just been a matter of time before you’d have ended up on your knees or bent over a desk. On the other hand… .

I have reinstated the War Wizard units, but they need someone to help in co-ordinating the new Spying and Infiltration division. We’ll be speaking later, Tonks.

As for the rest… the Department of Mysteries has been… divided, I suppose. Necromancy, Demonology, Chronomancy… all the so-called dark and forbidden arts now fall under the new Department of Arcane Sciences. The old Department of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts is gone, replaced by the Department of Technomancy. I’m even dissolving the old Hogwarts curriculum. Sinistra, Vector and Flitwick will be retained, of course; with a broader range on their chosen subjects. Magical Theory, Spellcrafting, Magical World History… that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Even the old Apprenticeship course has been revived.

Hagrid has been sacked. Please, he’s hardly qualified as a professor. Sir Fawcett now teaches the class… he even has international magical naturalists coming in every few weeks to give talks and practical demonstrations.

I’m destroying the world? Please, you did that job long ago. I’m rebuilding it. I’ve even invited the old families back… the ones you exiled. There’s even a lich or two coming in to join this new world, along with sirens, Veela, naga…  I’ve even taken a page out of the Grecian Ministry’s bookand instated fauns as bankers. The goblins, on the other hand, now have a monopoly over the magical artifacts sector. Some of them are even opening apprenticeships with young witches and wizards.

I’ll be defeated, Professor? Amusing sentiments. I suppose I could be assassinated, but I have contingencies in place for that. The native familes will protest, of course, but Lucius Malfoy was more than happy to discussthe new order with me. I may loathe Draco, but the senior Malfoy knows better than to cross Narcissa.

Why am I doing this, mother? I suppose it could be due to the abuse and neglect you heaped on me over the years, but that’s a bit too Freudian anexcuse.

What’s that, father? You never meant it? You couldn’t control it? You love me? Novel sentiments.

So willing to bare your mind to me, Hermione? You as well, my dear parents? Oh, very well. It should be good entertainment at least… 

… 

… 

No.

NO!

Damn you! Damn you all! I have hated you all these years for nothing! FOR NOTHING!

That’s another to your list of crimes, Dumbledore. This may have altered my plans slightly… but in the long run, this changes nothing.

For the greater good, Albus? You know what they say about the path to Hell.

As for you, Sirius, Remus… what’s your excuse? None?

Pity.

You understand, of course, that hardly any country will take any of you in, now. I could simply just lock you up and throw away the key, but I’m hardly a tyrant. I have no doubt that you’ll try to oppose my reforms just for the sake of opposing me, but that’s your decision.

As for you, Dumbledore… .

Well, that’s settled. I suppose we could have a touchy-feely bonding session… 

Yes, mother. I’m ‘all grown up’. That’s fairly obvious.

And Tonks? Report to Commander Jameson tomorrow for your briefing.