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Chapter 14: Christmas Part 1:
Holiday Departures
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There comes a time to know
when to do things directly and when to be subtle. This happens to be a time
when both are needed to confuse. – MN HJP to Dora regarding the current plan.
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Christmas means many things
to different people and to one who was out of the ignorant and indifferent
actions of a supposedly well meaning elder placed with people who were so
hypocritical and run by their own misconceived self worth a time where he would
spend more time just being with his surrogate family. Oh his sort of family
knew that some things were already coming to a head even if some of their long
term plans were still a ways off. Harry was aware that his girls had some plans
of their own and he knew that in certain matters it was far easier to go along
with their plans.
‘Really why they put so much
into a matter they already consider inevitable is quite confusing,’ Harry
thought as he descended the stairs to the common room alone for once as both of
his fairer sex friends were getting their necessities ready. ‘Oh I do look
forward to this last bit of drama between the lot of us, but I do have some
business interests that need to be met before the pleasurable part of break can
begin. Finally being able to resolve the dilemma at Gringott's proper as well
as the matter of Dora’s familial needs is a bit more pressing than finally
experiencing the last forms of sexual and sensual relations that I have yet to
undergo with my property. A shame that her mother seems to be so odd though
considering how some of the society relate to their children there is little
concern for it being more odd than not. Still regardless of Sirius Black’s status
he is technically as good as dead and settling the Black Family matter will be
quite beneficial besides opening doors for Dora. A way to bring Malfoys to task
is always welcome after all. Still with the availability of that cabinet sheer
chance allowed me to acquire from the room the future will be a bit easier to
travel with although I would prefer not to be limited to the single
destinations. Perhaps we can dissect the spells without damaging the cabinet…
eh something to contemplate later.’
Harry’s thoughts were
interrupted not with the hoped arrival of his girls though the exact proper
term for their relationship was one he tended to avoid thinking about as well.
He turned to see several other people that were heading home instead of staying
here for the holidays. It was a time for family after all. For a moment the
notion of an early sample of their future being applied to the ones who had
failed so much in their relation to him crossed his mind. No these were
unimportant people here and with the room there was less reason to simply
practice more than psychological torture on his fellow schoolmates though after
the whispered rumors that Davis and his ilk had spread there was little need
for that.
“Potter,” Roger said with the
terror still fresh in his mind.
“Davis,” Harry said
dismissively.
“Are you two boys done
posturing yet?” Penelope asked as she saw the two and the tension that spiked
in the room. “I would rather not have to deal with any situations this close to
the holidays and either having detentions during or right after the break is
not something any of us want to deal with.”
“Course not Penelope,” Roger
replied trying to flirt with the disinterested girl. “We wouldn’t want to cause
any trouble.”
“As much as I am loath to
ever agree with Davis,” Harry said once more making the boy feel even more like
a brat, “there are times and places for such matters and I would rather prefer
to relax as I wait for my friends to get ready to go.”
“Thank you Harry,” Penelope
said with a smile even as she thought, ‘It is nice that he is so reasonable. If
he continues to be this way even without losing his somewhat aloof manners and
cold disposition, he will be rather use to women throwing themselves at him for
reasons other than his fame. Still he is maturing nicely both physically and
mentally if not socially. Hermione is a lucky girl considering how enough of
the less mature girls would likely do almost anything to secure his fortune
similar to whatever plays they would make for any of the other prominent heirs.
He does have manners and doesn’t act like the Malfoy brat at least.’
“It was no problem Miss
Clearwater,” Harry said with a very slight smile and slight inclination to her.
“I do prefer not to cause either a scene or inconvenience any of the lovely
ladies around. It seems a shame that some of my contemporaries lack such
responsibility.”
“You are such the gentleman,”
Penny said with a giggle again wishing that any of the males closer to her age
had half the manners that he did. “If only fate were not so cruel as to have us
born so far apart, we could be something. Alas it cannot be for only a fool would
stand between you and your most faithful friend. I must morn and lament the sad
lot I have been dealt in this life.”
“Ah alas our time cut short,”
Harry said a real smile tugging on his lips. “Behold as two descend from the
heavens to grace us poor mortals with their presence…”
Penny was open mouthed as the
two descended the stairs. She had seen Tonks in the all together, but there was
something about the way that she looked that made her want to whimper. It
didn’t help that the firstie next to her looked almost the same age if not
closer to her own. Besides the both were not in any way dressed in the form
hiding robes that they had to wear when attending classes.
‘Oh my ready body,’ Penny
thought as she tried to memorize every visible inch of the pair. ‘To be with
one is wonderful, but both would be heavenly. There is no way that anyone her
age should look like that. Dora is bad enough in being every hormonal teenager’s
wet dream without a honey haired seductress walking next to her when they both
have their legs showed off like that. I am amazed that Roger hasn’t creamed
himself and passed out considering that I get soaking wet just reminiscing
about our first mutual encounter. Oh my; was it intense when we woke up and
Dora drove me out of my mind over and over again.’
Dora ignored Roger, even as
she wanted to stomp him until he died, and turned to Penny and said, “Hello
Penny, do you like the new look?”
“You look great,” Penny said
smiling at her friend and contemplating some alone time with her again. “I
didn’t know you two were friends.”
As Harry and Hermione were
watching the discussion between their pet and their prefect, Davis was rather
lewdly looking the two over. Penny was right in that he was very affected by
their clothing or lack thereof. Now with the curse they had put on him, Roger
Davis was riding a very agonizing line between arousal and excruciating pain.
If he was aware of anything that the three had done let alone with what Penny
and Dora had gotten up to he would have died from the stimulation. As it was,
the innuendos the two were about to engage in made him grateful that the layers
prevented the seeping blood from showing. It had been a very well thought out
curse on their part and he likely would suffer it for the rest of their life.
“Oh we are good friends,”
Dora said with a smile between her different lovers. “Besides I feel somewhat
responsible and it will be good practice in a couple of years.”
“Ah planning to be a Prefect
already,” Penny teased her friend even as part of her wanted to ogle both of
them. “Still from what some of the teachers say, these two are rather likely to
be picked for their year. Both of you have been a credit to the house unlike
some people.”
At Penelope’s glare, Davis
scoffed before he retreated at a look from the rest. He was smarter than to
talk about what those three were up to; considering he was grateful that he
hadn’t been gelded that came as no surprise. Even as much as he wished he could
get even with those three, he could now tell that they had at least one prefect
in their confidence or would soon so that made things less certain. It was
complicated enough with how the two were almost teacher’s pets with how some of
them doted on the two, let alone what Potter’s fame and charisma could have
resulted in. Since he had not been seen much before coming to Hogwarts, there were
a lot of people that would easily take his word for things out of gratitude.
Davis was well aware of these
problems and seen firsthand how quick the tides could have turned against him. His
boys had come close to disclosing almost everything and setting him up to take
the fall for all of their actions. He had seen what some of the boys that had
tried to convince the girl to cooperate when Potter had not been around had
undergone. She was even more vicious than he had been. Luckily they had enough
favors owed that they hadn’t needed to go to the hospital wing to get the wands
removed. None of them wanted to be at whatever nonexistent mercies that the
nurse would have. There were rumors that even they didn’t want to get involved
in.
“Thank you, Miss Clearwater,”
the two first years said with a smirk at the prefect before Hermione approached
her and added a little more. “I’d also like to thank you on both our behalf’s
for looking out for Dora here. We were quite worried that with her other
friends being busy and mostly in other houses that there was a lack of someone
to keep her safe. A prefect should have enough authority to keep the more
subtle yet stubborn from getting into trouble.”
Penny blushed at the praise
the two were giving to her. She really didn’t want to tell them why she was
likely to be even more protective of Dora than most of her other charges. It
never really entered her mind that the two were the ones that Dora had
questioned her about. Sure they looked at least thirteen if not more mature
physically, but it was rare that a girl would go for a younger male at their
age unless they found enough material to work with and were willing to spend
longer training them to not be as disappointing as most of the males around
them were.
“She is my friend and it
would be wrong to let things happen that I could prevent,” Penny said before
leaning over and whispering to Hermione, “Truly it is good for her to have more
friends and it would be good for her to be friends with the both of you. Harry
is a very good example of how I wish more of our schoolmates let alone
housemates were. Sadly, I fear far too many are like Roger, and he is
considered the less perverted type of male here.”
“Why thank you for the
glowing praise, Miss Clearwater,” Harry said from where the two girls had
flanked him. “It is always good to see our mutual friends happy. A shame that
some of my fellow males, well one would be remise to call them gentlemen, but
that is sadly the closest to it save to call them boys, would be in such a way
lacking in their regards to you and the rest of the more gorgeous sex. Still it
depends what one means by pervert though, if they were at least somewhat
respectful of your needs and wants than it wouldn’t be so bad. Now would it?”
“Perhaps,” Penny said with a
slight smile and nod. “It would be nice to be able to date a boy without him
neglecting any of my concerns unless it gets him something. Still there are
enough friends to spend time with regardless of the lack of suitable dates. It does
seem that you two have got your heads on straight and are able to have such a
close and secure friendship. I do hope that neither of you take what you have
for granted. Still a girl likes to know that she is attractive. It looks like
you will be quite the heartbreaker regardless of what you wish. It is nice to
see that there will be some positive role models even after I leave. It will be
nice to have mentored someone though.”
“I look forward to that,”
Tonks said as she looked at her friend as she knew who the last was referring
to. “Still with Hermione here there is little worry that Harry will ever turn
out like Davis. It would be such a shame for so much potential to degenerate
into the likes of him. Besides I think I already see who the prefects for their
year will be.”
“Oh yes they would make the
perfect representatives for Ravenclaw,” Penny said with a nod of appreciation
as she reviewed what she knew about them. “They both have some of the more
academically minded professors thrilled with the opportunities that they will
have in their fields. It is a shame that there is not as many willing to delve
into the more esoteric and interesting aspects of magic let alone life. I have
the feeling that the two of you will be quite sought after for many a field
when you graduate regardless of the Potter family standings.”
“Yes there is that as well,”
Harry said with a soft sigh. “Still there are enough ideas to keep us occupied
years from now. I just do not ever see me settling into an administrative role
in the future. Sure there will be things to manage but I hope I never have to
spend all my time overseeing instead of doing. There is just still so much left
to know, if you know what I mean?”
“Of course she does,”
Hermione agreed as she had researched their past and current Prefects as well
as Head boys and girls. “It is something that most of our house has in some way
or form. We need to know and understand things. Still we need to get ready
soon. It would not do to miss breakfast before we leave. I hope you have an
enjoyable holiday. I know that we are planning on that.”
“Of course,” Penny said with
a nod to the group with a slight smile at seeing such a happy group that she
could find comfort in their being well. “Perhaps we will meet on the train? I
have to do a few patrols of it and I would prefer not to intrude if you wanted
some privacy.”
“If you feel like stopping in
and talking, we have no problem with that,” Harry said after a quick look over
his girls. “While we will likely be sharing a compartment, Tonks will likely
want to spend some time with her non house friends. This year would have been
annoying if we had ended up in different houses…”
“I can understand that,”
Penny said as she moved aside to allow them to soon depart. “There are stories
about childhood friendship nearly destroyed do to house divides. It is one
reason that people tend to group with similar interests as they fear to be
parted.”
“True enough,” Hermione said
with a sad sigh. “We will see you on the train. In the mean time we need to
have something to tide us over on the trip home.”
As Penny watched them depart,
she was able to reminisce about that wonderful morning with Dora and all that
had been settled between them. The conversations had been in depth for more than
just a discussion in their analysis of their techniques in ravishing each
other. Though Penny felt like reminiscing about that with a good amount of time
teasing and enjoying her body, she knew she would need to get down for
breakfast as well.
‘Why do you make things so
complicated Dora?’ Penny wondered as she made her way for a quick change in her
room. ‘Sure you seem to be the best lover I have ever had, but even the fantastic
job you did to screw my brain out there are limits. If this continues, I am not
sure I will be anything more than a sex addict that even Davis would find easy.
As wanton as I was when Dora ravished me, I find myself reluctant to do
anything but that at times. Who else have you driven to madness with your
needs? Or was it that you were serious in the punishment whoever your masterful
lover is? Was this your reason for being so passionate? I don’t regret it, but
I know that far too soon I might be far too conflicted to resist loosing myself
to do what I must.’
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The train ride was normally a
time for reflection and spending relaxed times with ones friends. Penny however
was a Prefect and it was only through a rather excessive number of favors that
she as a mere fifth year avoided the drudgery of patrolling the train for the
whole duration. There was a lot for her to contemplate. The increased interest
in the Boy-Who-Lived was but one of those. She had some heavy things on her
mind she vaguely recalled someone saying. For someone not as interested in
muggle culture as her that was a relatively trendy notion. Unknown to her even
the more aware of the non muggle born were decades behind most things as their
muggle counterparts. Still it was better than the Victorian ideals currently
espoused by the Wizarding World Leadership. Certain things were better for them
than their muggle counterparts, but some things had been reversing more so do
to the loss of families and the constant attacks on what they viewed as their
culture by outsiders.
Still there were many debates
in the various compartments on the train, oddly enough a large number were
again contemplating the enigma that was Harry Potter. He was a celebrity do to
his survival, but was well on his way to being famous for his actions already
as a first year, and those were just the known actions that he had done. He had
thrown them for a loop when he had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The Slytherins
option would have easily been exploitable to label him as dark and dangerous
and yet he had that same aloof manner at times. He was not a Gryffindor and yet
was more than willing to jump head first into action if he saw something that
offended him. His almost Hufflepuff devotion to his few and they were very few
friends was a given from what they had observed. Already the team of Harry
Potter and Hermione Granger were already rising to the ranks of information
brokers as well as rumors of other ventures.
Rumors that had been easily
dismissed pegged them as the ones responsible for defanging Slytherins Silver
Serpent and declawing Gryffindors Golden Boys. That most members of their own
houses had slowly been beginning to think of ways to get them out of their
problems was not something that needed to be told. The two were brats that
seemed insistent on furthering the split in the school and making things
difficult to any that did not join a side. It was unfortunate that the positive
rumors around the dark haired boy were growing and for him in how much they
were doing so among the female portion of the school. He had enough worries
without groupies, fan girls or whatever one wanted to call them.
A discussion of one of the very
exuberant members of one of the Harry Potter Fan Clubs was currently occurring.
Now unlike the vast majority of would be stalkers, they had both met him and
even, if not having long meaningful conversations to measure any compatibility,
had at least talked to him. In fact, one of them had often been required to
repeat word for words the nom almost mythically romantic moment when he
personally saved her life.
“Oh Hannah, tell me about it
again?” Susan Bones asked when they had managed to get settled in the
compartment. “You were so lucky!”
“I was wasn’t I?” Hannah
asked back with a sigh. “Still I wish I had been aware enough to kiss him! Then
things would have been perfect.”
Susan giggled in response
before smiling whimsically at the way her friend was almost sedated from the
recollection of that experience. Oh she tried to explain to her friend how
romantic it was even peripherally to have seen it, but it was something that
they both knew words did not express. Sure he seemed a bit of a bad boy with
his attitude, but he didn’t tolerate what others that tried to be that did. He
seemed to be rarely inclined to interact with others outside of Hermione who
she had learned had been a childhood friend and it seemed likely to become more
in the future.
“Yes, it would have,” Susan
agreed as she watched her friend come back to herself. “So I think I know who
you plan to be your first true kiss, not that a lot of girls are also thinking
likewise.”
“So true,” Hannah said with a
shake of her blond hair as she lay back on the seat with her knees pulled up as
her shoes rested on the cushion next to the door. “Despite all the stories we
have heard, there is a palatable… intensity about him when he decides to act. Normally
you just want to get lost in his eyes, but when he is like that you don’t just
get lost in them. You practically feel like you are drowning; it is that
potent. It is so hard to describe…”
“Tell me about it,” Susan
said with a sigh at how it bothered her that Hannah couldn’t find a way to
describe it. “You have tried, but I guess that you are right that it is
something that one has to experience to understand. Still you have come close
though.”
“If he had asked me to do
almost anything I would have,” Hannah admitted with a sigh. “And it was not
just saving me. I think that if he told me to take a broom up and dive back
into that tree that I would have. When he looked at me I wanted him to tell me
to do something. I didn’t want him to ask me anything at that moment. You heard
some of the older wizards talking about Vela allure right?”
“Yeah, Auntie Amelia talked
about it one time,” Susan said with her face scrunched up in confusion highlighting
her adorable appearance even as that made her look almost too cute in Hannah’s
eyes as she fought the urge to scream out cute and hug her friend like a
stuffed toy. “It is like a wizard looses all sense of reason and would do
whatever he could do to impress her. That they would readily duel to gain her
favor, or even do foolishly reckless things even possibly fetal to do so. Why
do you ask?”
“It was like that or perhaps
more so,” Hannah answered as she moved to rest her head on her arm. “There was
something when he looked at me that made the world feel different. It was as if
I had been in perpetual drizzly fog and then the sun came out.”
“Why couldn’t something like
that happen to me?” Susan asked as she let her mind drift to what she would do
in such a romantic scene. “Still it would be better if he talked more to you.”
“He didn’t need to,” Hannah
said with a sigh as she replayed the feeling being pressed to him had caused
her. “His eyes said it all. He may be indifferent to everyone else but her, but
for a moment however brief it may have been; he looked at me with concern and
caring. He may not be as physically expressive of his emotions as we
Hufflepuffs, but he cares in his own way. I know that if someone like Malfoy or
the Weasley git was picking on someone that he would do something!”
With a sigh, Susan walked
over to her friend and lifted her up from where she was sprawled. Carefully she
sat down and let her friend rest against her. If it was something the two had
embraced about being Hufflepuffs, it was the casual comfort they shared with
each other. Sure they may have been prone to hug each other and confide in each
other about their problems, but that led them to have less stress than the
other three houses. They could see the stress that their fellow schoolmates had
and each exasperated their house in their own way. The Slytherins constant
political fights led to uncertainty as each tried to survive the social wars of
allies, neutrals and enemies at each opportunity. The Gryffindors seemed to be
driven to fight the Slytherins because they were the ‘evil’ house when it was
more often they were driven to it by the Gryffindors and their issues. Last but
not least, the Ravenclaws were far too likely to go crazy in their quests for
knowledge.
“A shame that so many seem to
be like that,” Susan said as she soothed her friend. “Still you got saved by
someone that was not a git, and to make matters better if even for a moment you
got to be saved by a heroic knight. It is nice to see that there are boys like
that in the world. It is something that Auntie complains about more often now. So
since he handled it, there was no reason to call the house to help out.”
“A Hufflepuff is never alone,”
Hannah said with a sigh. “When you mess with one of us, you mess with all of
us!”
“That’s right!” Susan agreed
pulling Hannah closer in a hug. “Although why the Slytherins seem to like picking
on us, I do not know. Still they never mess with us when we are in groups; I
guess we just have to never get separated. Besides if they did more than taunt
than we would react.”
“So true,” Hannah murmured under
Susan’s care. “Still the other houses tend to overlook us as we are not out
there being confrontational…”
“Someone has been studying
more,” Susan teased her. “Then again we are hard workers who know when to keep
working.”
“Hmmm,” Hannah said as she
drowsily talked back. “I think he is too. He just seems so determined…”
“Just rest, Hannah,” Susan
said as her eyes started to flutter. “You’re safe here.”
“He said the same,” Susan
with a yawn, “and then he looked at me and I just sobbed in relief.”
“I would be too,” Susan
whispered as a sudden thought was voiced by her. “Still I wonder why nothing
came of that…”
Soon the two were drifting
off together in each other’s arms. They were friends and they trusted each
other. Still Susan had a number of questions to ask her aunt when next they
met. Far too many things were not adding up. If her friend could almost die
like that, Susan was worried about her other friends as well as what would
happen if a real hero was not around. A shame that the Gryffindors constantly
claimed to be heroes when they were quite often the instigators and left
innocent bystanders caught in there conflicts.
While that was going on,
Penny was making her rounds on the train. Thankfully she hadn’t had any
disastrous encounters in the course of her patrol. Still with the increased
hostility of the two warring houses, she did not think that would last for too
long. The train did have more than enough of the instigators on it, and it
would only be a matter of time before one of them was no longer content to
leave their rivals, enemies and victims alone. That the Weasleys all were on
the train for some odd reason was strange. She had thought that they were
originally staying at the school, but when for some reason she had heard that
they were going to visit one of their brothers there was a moment of wonder at
the sudden change. With the presence of Malfoy and his allies as well as the
Weasleys on the train, Penny was very much aware that, lacking the mediating of
teachers as well as the sanctity of the common rooms, that they would have at
least one confrontation.
‘If those two houses would
cease there useless squabbling they might actually accomplish something,’ Penny
thought with frustration at the reoccurring conflict that seemed to be with a
life of its own. ‘It would explain why they tend to marry either Hufflepuffs or
Ravenclaws unless they are in an arranged marriage. All that passion wasted on
such petty things while generations of witches are left frustrated; it is
enough to drive many a witch to dalliances with a few muggle men if not turn
them to seek for the other team as it were. I should really see about finding a
fall back if Percival keeps up his current idiocy. It is unfair to Dora to use
her as stress relief, instead of letting my finger and wand ease the buildup
that those brief encounters have caused. Still it had been the best I have had
for too long. Shame I have to keep focused or I could spend all this wasted
time reminiscing on better occasions. It wouldn’t do for one of the less desirable
to get ideas. At least unlike muggle girls, a witch has some way to resist an
overly amorous and unwanted caller. Still the creation of the memory charm is
disturbing, I find it to be especially as even as it seems that whatever the
original reasons; it is now and for too long been used to cover up
indiscretions and especially with muggles. It would cause quite the stir if far
too many muggleborns were really half bloods who were someones forgotten
dalliances results. Still how many shoddy memory charms led women to either
suicide or atoning for a sin they never really remembered having committed.’
Having managed to work
herself up to a state where the air was permeated with her ire, Penny managed
to cow most of the usual troublemakers just by passing by. While Hogwarts motto
referred to a dragon, it was a little known fact that it had been one of the
female founders that it also referred to. The muggle idiom was to leave
sleeping dogs lie; however, it should have also been one that most knew with
that being: when a lady was in a mood, one should deal with it and when that
mood hits to either not be there or to go unnoticed.
Now that left unsaid that if
one was in a relationship with their significant other in that mood, one should
do whatever they could to sooth the ire that had been raised; however, Percival
was not the brightest wizard that had ever been. He had in fact managed to miss
every single lesson on how to sooth an angry witch that his parents
interactions should have taught him. The case in point was made clear when the
two crossed paths in the midst of their patrol. Considering that the quick
prefect meeting before the patrols had started had been rather disastrous, one
would hope that Percival would have learned his lesson, even if it was solely
for the survival of his future fatherhood potential.
“Hello Penny,” Percy said
when she came close in her march even as he ignored the severe display of
irritation practically emanating from her. “You never answered if you were
doing anything over the holidays…”
“I am spending time with my
family, Percival,” Penelope said in irritation as her wand was a quick twitch
from her fingers. “Why do you inquire?”
“I was wondering if you
wanted to go somewhere,” Percy said even as he recovered from wincing from the
stress she put on his name. “There is the Yule Ball to consider…”
Penny started twitching in
fury at that. He hadn’t asked to meet her parents or offer to introduce her to
his. He had basically asked to be seen at a social event with her, and that was
not the kind of thing she was in the mood for. This was not about her, but what
being with her might mean to his image.
‘Now how best to deal with
this little shit,’ Penny wondered as she began to contemplate hexes or even
curses to use. ‘Maybe I should just cut them off…’
Her thoughts were interrupted
by Percival as he took her silence as agreement to kiss her. He may be a lousy
boyfriend, an anal retentive prefect and an all around prick, but he had at
least managed to become a more than passing kisser. It was one of his few
redeeming points; now while they were becoming less compelling daily, they were
still enough to pull her from the one wrong action and her wrath be upon you
state that she had been in.
When Percy had backed off,
Penny was flushed and it was no longer with rage or irritation. She had been
willing to tolerate a number of his flaws. Now if he managed to actually stop
being as unconcerned with her own needs as well as actually have the balls to
admit anything about them, she would have been more interested in exploring
their relationship. Still as with every encounter she had with him, she felt
her hopes go up as his hands explored and quickly drive and excluded her
irritation from her mind.
‘Ok, let’s see how it goes
this time,’ Penny thought with a sigh as his hands started to reach under her
clothes, ‘and maybe this time I won't to seek release with Dora afterwards.
Well at least he doesn’t just maul about or cream himself when his hand brushes
my thighs.’
As they were no longer in the
direct line of the walkway, Penny readily accepted Percy’s interest. The nagging
voice in her head was however quite insistent that she might agree with him if
he actually got her off first or at least once before leaving. It would be a
small consolation, but she did want the attempts at a relationship work. Still
there were other concerns in her life besides her would be boyfriend.
Soon enough, Penny was
leaning against one of the walls as she allowed his hands to stir her passions.
She eagerly reciprocated and let her hands wander as their tongues dueled
between their joined lips. Soon enough she moaned into his mouth as his fingers
actually started to build her towards release. Smirking into their kiss, Penny
let her hands drift under his clothes as well. Her left hand was fondling his
backside while her right was teasing his front.
Deciding to do everything
possible to make sure that he didn’t finish too soon, Penny was taking care not
to overwhelm Percy this time. She planned to back off whenever he got too
excited so that there was more time and thus opportunity to peak. She was
tempted from time to time just to find a modified body-bind charm so that he
couldn’t move or cum until he finally got her off.
Still he was doing a good job
so she slowly stopped paying attention to how he was starting to throb more in
her hand. He was starting to be less meticulous in his kisses and caresses, and
as she was quite enjoying it, she was more than willing to enjoy things.
Besides the odds of him just going off when she was so close was patently
ridiculous. Penny felt herself starting to pant into his mouth as she thrust
back against his fingers.
‘A little more,’ Penny
thought as she felt she was getting there as her face was flushed and her heart
was throbbing and her body was humming. ‘So close… just a little more…’
Penny felt her body drawing
ever closer to release as the slow clenching of her muscles matched the beating
of her heart. Her hand had moved slightly so that she could easily stroke Percy
as he was actually doing a good job with his fingers with the exception of
seeming to still be ignorant on what his thumb should be doing. Penny was aware
that her thumb was no longer resting on his vein so she was no longer able to
get that clue on when he was coming to close. Her other hand was massaging his
lower back to thighs and was sadly not close enough to his balls to notice them
start to contract.
“Oh, Merlin!” Percy shouted
as he broke the kiss while he twitched and spurted before quickly falling to
dribbling on Penny’s still moving hand. “You’re so good to me Penny!”
‘Ok,’ she thought while
attaching to his neck once her lips were freed as his fingers were still
sliding inside her and yet his thumb still seemed to miss her clit. ‘You can do
it Perce. So close…’
Penny was still slowly
working his softening member up until it went and slipped from her fingers. She
started to contemplate cleaning her hand and him up without charms this time
since he actually seemed to be going to pay attention until she came. Penny was
contemplating how to thank him if he did so.
‘Oh Perce,’ Penny thought as
she felt the warmth of release approaching. ‘I thought it would take more to
actually train you. Just for this, I think I am going to actually go farther.
Maybe next time you can see how long you last in my mouth before cuming there
and on my tits. Just don’t you dare fucking stop, or I will find a spell to
make sure you live a damn long time with blue balls…’
Just as Penny felt she was
there, Percy pulled his fingers from her slick folds and wiped them on her
thigh. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he walked away. She stood there
dumbfounded at what was happening. She felt her rhythmic contractions around a
now empty space with a slight dissipating heat where he had kissed her cheek.
Hell her lips were still moving as if his neck was there.
“Later beautiful,” Percy said
as he gave a wave to the blinking girl as he believed he left her speechless
with his attention even as he vanished his cum from his pants and her hand. “I
got to get back to patrolling…”
Shock. That was what she was
in. There was no way that this was happening. Not after what had been
occurring. This was just a nightmare brought on as she drifted on his fingers
as she soaked them. That had to be it. I mean why else would her current
boyfriend just walk off after covering her hand in cum. I mean he could have at
least waited for her to have a taste and see if that got him hard again. She
swore that this had to be one seriously messed up dream where no matter what
she did, he was barely more than a minute man.
“Argh!” Penny shouted as
Percy left. “That... that… Boy! I try and I try and he just can't seem to get
it! He gets me worked up and just scuttles off after I try to keep him from
spurting like a complete virgin. He has no control and no concern after he
cums! Please Morgana be merciful and send me some help!”
Mere moments later, Dora sees
the distressed prefect sobbing in irritation on the ground. Sure she planned on
going to see her master, but her friend needed her. She already was willing to
accept whatever punishment for being late earned this time. She had before and
would willingly do so again. Besides the muttered descriptions were something
she really didn’t want to know. She did pick up on castrate, flay and make the
bastard stop going off like a hair trigger. She really did not want to know how
Penny could not get a good man let alone lay when she was so nice. It just
defied the natural order of things.
“Penny?” she asked as she
squatted next to her friend and touching her shoulder to get her attention
before tilting her head to look eye to eye. “What is wrong love?”
“That boy!” Penny said with a
sob. “Why is it he has to keep disappointing me?”
“You still won't tell me who
it is so I can give him a good hexing,” Dora said with a sigh at her friend’s
predicament as the air hung with her lingering arousal. “So what are you going
to do now? I sure hope it isn’t just sit there and cry about what a
disappointment your current intended is. So tell Dora what it will take to make
things better.”
“I don’t want to keep using
you like this,” Penny admitted reluctantly. “Still every damn time he stops
before I cum. Is it so damn much to ask that he gets me off first or at least
before he leaves?”
“No love,” Dora told her with
a sad look on her face. “You just wish that he would be considerate. So just
lean up against the wall there and Dora will make it all better…”
“Thanks,” Penny said as she
leaned against the alcove and once more concealed by the quick charms from
earlier. “Ah, now that’s the stuff! Suck my pussy, Dora!”
Dora would have responded but
she was far too busy with her mouth driving Penny crazy. Considering how worked
up Penny was, Dora was fairly certain that she would not be getting any
reciprocation from her attention. There were a few things more important to her
than her own release, and that was that her friends were happy.
‘I really need to find out
why the idiot seems to have such odd notions,’ Dora thought as her tongue
ruthlessly and rhythmically prodded Penny’s oft neglected center. ‘Still it was
nice to hear that she is no longer going any further than he does. I wonder
what he will say if she ever tells him that he has to do a better job or he has
to wait till she has her fun first. Well that and do something to get him to
properly ravish her.’
Turning her attention to her
work, Dora was planning on how to best apologize for being late again. Well
that was before she decided she wanted to try something new. A little
maneuvering and she had no worry that Penny would pitch over part way through
as her legs were seated on her shoulders while her hands were able to tease
her.
Penny was no longer able to
form coherent thoughts let alone words. She had no idea where Dora had learned
to do this, and frankly she no longer cared. Still she was tempted to find out
so she could thank them. A vindictive thought lasting a few moments passed
through her mind where she tied Percy down and made him learn to do this. A few
similar ones passed through her mind and they were mostly on things to do to
retrain Percy from being Percival and how to drive it through his skull that
the notions his mother had instilled in him in this matter were wrong.
With the two of them aware of
Tonks visiting her friends as well as possibly seeking out whomever it was she
was not telling them about for a quickie, Harry and Hermione were left alone and
undisturbed in their own compartment. They were both reading several old and
decidedly well cared for books. The train ride would provide ample opportunity
to study without Tonks or others bothering them. It had been a sudden surge of
people trying to enter his chambers that had made them add a few temporary
wards to the door to keep idiots away.
“So how do you think we both
have been advancing in our search?” Hermione asked even as she turned a page in
her book. “There is a rather large amount of data to sort through before we can
be sure of what is truly required. Still an informed opinion would be useful…”
“Our practices have allowed
you to at very least catch up with where Anne was,” Harry said as he seemed to
rapidly read, analyze and cross-reference his own books contents. “As for
myself, I had hoped to have further analyzed and perfected the new avenue that
necromantic fire has provided. The basic fires seem to be simple enough, and
yet there seems to be some mystery in what this almost legendary or even mythic
silver flame is capable of. I can find records of what it can do and yet even
the book seems adamant in remaining mysterious in this information!”
“Who would have thought that
a somewhat aware book would require something to release information,” Hermione
commented as they heard the thump of yet another unwanted being repulsed from
the door. “Do you have any idea how many more people will need to get
repelled?”
“Not too sure how many will
try considering that our rooms in Ravenclaw are quite secure unlike most of
these compartments,” Harry offered as the muffled curses of the most recent
smacking by the wards occurred. “Still it is frustrating that this in
particular seems to elude such an easy solution, I can get the Book to give
definitive information on almost any subject otherwise that is interesting and
yet it seems quite adamant about this. The only thing that it is even close to
restricting is information on true resurrection instead of revitalizing. It
seems that it is a good thing from the tangled and sparse information that Voldemort
still exists at this point. As with raising a significant undead, a significant
sacrifice will be required for a resurrection. Still that thrice be damned
killing curse seems to prevent necromantic revitalization though certain so
called dark arts will allow a similar creation.”
“So there was more to the
killing curse than it would mean from its surface observation,” Hermione said
as her eyebrow rose at a certain passage. “I do believe that is to be expected,
and it would appear that we will need to delve into more than conventional or
restricted information. Considering the ties that the Black Family has with the
Art, would it be possible that there would be such information in their
library?”
“It is possible,” Harry
conceded as he found something that seemed to make things click. “Now this is
odd…”
“What is?” Hermione asked in
interest as another meddler actually tried to force the compartment door open.
“Hmm how long will this one last I wonder?”
“Not long,” Harry said as the
specifically winy voice started to shriek. “It is Malfoy after all. Still I
suspect that Ronald would try soon as well. Those two are definitely not the
sharpest tools in the drawer. Oh right the oddness; well it would appear that
there are unconfirmed reports, but enough to indicate the kind of necessity for
someone to gain the Silver Flame.”
“Really as much as listening
to Malfoy repeatedly electrocute himself is,” Hermione said even as the
distinctive sound of Malfoy wetting himself again sounded from the hallway,
“there are more important things to hear. So what is this certain kind of need
than?”
“Due to being technically
dark, there is a need to be balanced,” Harry said with an awed sound in his
voice. “What few bits of slightly more than speculation shows is this, a purely
light creature donating a piece of themselves of their own free will; now that
is difficult considering that normally any light creature would likely be
distrustful by our presence. I guess that it is a good thing that neither of us
have been called to Dumbledore’s office and that his familiar does not loiter
in the great hall. Even if I did get my hands on such material it must actually
not just be freely given, but given to me personally. I cannot ask for it nor
can I trick whoever into it let alone bargain for it in exchange for any
service.”
“That would make it difficult
and sadly far too many people take a dim view of the Art,” Hermione said with a
sigh as the sound of Malfoy’s minions dragging him off were heard. “Have you
had any luck in removing the difficulties that curse will cause?”
“Well it thankfully cannot
dissipate a construct, but it can prevent one from being summoned,” Harry said
as even the muffling charm did little to conceal the laughing over the Malfoy
scions appearance. “It does give an idea of what creatures are necromantic
constructs. Vampires, zombies and Dementors are unaffected by that curse for
instance. This may be useful though, don’t you think?”
“Yes, it could be quite
useful but would likely need to be kept quite or the sheep would revolt,”
Hermione said as she twitched at the shriek of stalkers wondering where their
eye candy was passed by. “We already know that if they find out about certain
gifts most would think the only reason that ass went after you was as a future
threat to his power and not as their savior. Still such abilities will be
useful especially if the goblins are less than amicable in their business
matters.”
“Everyone knows things or
they think that they do,” Harry said with a slight chuckle. “Goblins may be
greedy and willing to off their own to get ahead, but they do tend to stick to
the letter of their agreements. It’s not necessarily their fault that the
Ministry makes them have so few choices. Still I do hope that there have been
no breaches, it would be bad for the Goblin Nation otherwise…”
“How would it be so?”
Hermione asked in interest. “I still don’t get why wizards are willing to
entrust their entire financial matters to a group that they have repeatedly and
even recently had armed conflicts with. That just does not make sense to me.
Considering that there are far too many things that are restricted or
considered obvious, I must ask is this one of them?”
“In some ways it is to those
that deal with goblins,” Harry said as he almost absentmindedly absorbed the
text in front of him. “Goblins do have odd notions of things to most people’s
beliefs. This does make some interactions difficult. Their sense of ownership
for one among many is an example of this. Goblins do; however, hold an almost
unimpeachable regard to contracts and completing them to the letter. From what
I have gathered, there is an agreement and despite the persecution and loss of
necromancers in general; they will keep to it. Now it turns out that necromancy
has been intertwined in several of their ventures. To be blatant, their more
profitable ventures have almost always been with a joint necromancer effort. Sure
there are taught necromancers out there, but they are unable to reach the level
that I will be able to do. Besides most of those are those that are closer to
druidic or shamanistic leanings. Now while calling on the spirits or the dead
is not solely a necromancer’s pervue, there is a higher difficulty and cost for
those that do so without that gift.”
“So do you plan to use that
in your concerns at Gringott's?” Hermione asked as they heard a few louder
confrontations outside the compartment again. “Hmm… it would appear another
unwanted attempted visitor approaches again. Remind me to see if a modified
muffling charm to filter out his horrible speaking would be a good seller. I do
think most of his own housemates would be willing to spring to block him out or
given the rumors cut out his snoring at the least. A very good thing we didn’t
end up in that house or we would have had roommates to contend with.”
“Yes that is a very good
thing and if I had to share my room with him it is quite likely that he would
have been suffering from amputation for all the attempts to ‘borrow’ my
possessions,” Harry said with a twitch at the noise the youngest male Weasley
made. “I do hope that he eventually injures his voice to be silent for some
time. Perhaps next time make it were if he cannot say anything intelligent he
cannot talk considering that preventing him from insulting anyone did not
work.”
“Something to consider for
next time indeed,” Hermione said as she almost wished he would be skilled
enough to get the door open so she could curse him again. “I do believe that it
is likely that when he is older and no longer able to claim he is a child that
he must be held assuredly for his actions. He and Malfoy both seem to think
that anyone cares for their opinions. A shame that their little duel did not
occur and that one did not at least result in time spent under the tender care
of dear Pomfrey.”
“Yes, that would have been
nice,” Harry said with a slight smile. “Do you think anyone that we wouldn’t
mind visiting will show though?”
“That would be what,”
Hermione asked as she thought about it, “Gred, Forge, Dora and Penny? That is
not a very long list though some of our housemates are not too bad.”
“The ladies are not that bad
you mean,” Harry countered as he thought about the boys in his house. “Thankfully
they are intelligent enough that overt force has not been needed too often. I
do have to admit that unlike the Gryffindors that most of our housemates are
not the stalker type, especially in our year.”
“Image does play a decent
role in that,” Hermione admitted as she reveled in the sinister specter that he
played at. “That a number of the girls are either shy or not yet ready for such
in any seriousness does come into play. A number of the older years especially
the second year girls do give me reason to pause.”
“Considering that any
relationship with a Wizarding raised girl would leave many uncertainties,”
Harry offered with some annoyance showing in his voice. “Groupies and gold
diggers are the least of our worries. Wizarding law has some of the most
convoluted mess there is. Thankfully a few interesting things stuck out if you
remember; although I would like to get them confirmed when at Gringott's as to
their continued applicability.”
“Yes, I can see where those
points would be useful,” Hermione said while in part disgusted by those laws. “Only
thing I can agree with is their consent laws or at least how they were
originally written. It was far better than muggle women at the time being
little more than property; first of their father’s than of their husband’s. Still
it seems the general age of consent for female’s remains as twelve though the
caveats on vassals and similar ties make things simpler.”
“If it has not been struck
from the laws you mean,” Harry said with a slight teasing to his voice. “Though
there are some rumors of marriage contracts and those involved being little more
than their future husband’s chattel. I thought you would be offended because it
is not a willing servitude.”
“It would be offensive for
that reason though given what you and the elves say,” Hermione said with a
sigh, “it is not that bad in some matters. Hard to believe what happens to
unbound elves though. That has to be worse than death…”
“Is it any different than any
other terminal condition?” Harry asked as the question brought a shudder to her
spine. “Still the archaic laws do provide us with a way to protect what is
ours.”
“Yours you mean, master,”
Hermione said honestly with a respect that was entirely freely given. “I cannot
begin to imagine what life without you would be like. It would hardly be called
living though. Still this protects all of us from some of the less savory
purebloods, I shudder to think what would happen if they were still able to
claim we lowly mudbloods as their serfs or slaves. That if that wanker had
succeeded, I likely would have been some purebloods slave, pet or toy is a harrowing
thought. They wouldn’t care for me at all. Not like you do and despite how you
act to others; you do care for us.”
“I find that most purebloods
are the worst sort,” Harry said with disgust practically oozing from him. “The
best way to judge someone is not how they treat their superior but their
inferiors. Truer words have been spoken on the character of someone.”
“Dora will show up soon,”
Hermione said with a sudden certainty. “We had best remember to all be
presentable when we disembark from the train though. I would hate to tip your
hand before securing things.”
“Yes,” Harry said with a
slight nod. “Dora will need something to tide her over while I deal with the
Black matters. She does want to spend some time talking with her other friends
though…”
“True,” Hermione agreed with
a bit of longing in her voice. “Perhaps we should get a slightly better
detailed schedule in the future?”
“I see how it is,” Harry
suddenly said with a hint of teasing. “Someone is worried about either having
too little Harry time or too much where we lose any future time.”
“As if you could tell me that
you would be able to completely suppress your own needs,” Hermione almost
scoffed at the notion. “I find that highly laughable. Balance is far too
important for your own well being to do that.”
“Just because it is a given
for us to indulge in sensual and sexual pleasures does not mean that I have no
care in the matter,” Harry said with a hint of teeth showing more. “I would
prefer to be better than some pathetic fledgling vampire that enthralls any
passing women before shagging her before he feeds on her. Just because I can do
something does not mean that it is the best thing or even the right thing to do
at that moment. Now to set your mind at ease, my dear pet, I know what you are
planning for Christmas. I know that Alice and Anne have their own desires to be
met that day. Business will have to come before pleasure though. Now considering
that we need to keep ahead that means that there will be no excessive play
while we are on the train. Just content yourself with the knowledge that when
the time comes that I will do what you have all but begged for.”
“You don’t have to be cruel
about it,” Hermione said almost pouting. “I know Dora will likely be content to
suckle you while you continue to read. Once things are settled, I can tell that
she will want you to take possession of her in as many ways as possible.”
“I thought that was a given,”
Harry said with a sigh of frustration. “It is still amazing that I have managed
to avoid any of you ladies wiles as much as I have. I know that Anne has this
need to cleanse herself and for some reason considering her past wants me to be
the one of all you girls to be sodomized by me. Considering that I have, so far,
managed to use the justification that I don’t want to harm any of you from
doing either that or outright shagging the lot of you. Irregardless of healing
magics, I will not do such a thing at this time.”
“Considering some of the
things we already like, I can see why you added that qualifier,” Hermione said
with a smug grin. “You just lucked out in having girls that are so willing to
do so many different things. You can at least say that your life is boring. Now
if only you didn’t have this need to make sure that we are not torn up
internally, we could have been properly reaffirming your dominion.”
“I do have to wonder which of
your parents that you really take after,” Harry said with a shudder. “Still I
don’t think that you would like to find out whatever they have been up to…”
“I am not a child and I can
proudly say that while I have no inclination to see them intimate,” Hermione
began as she was so worked up into a tirade that she placed a bookmark, as she
would never dog ear a book, to keep her place and set her book down, “that I
can say that I am glad that they care for each other as much as they do. Besides
what they do is there business not mine and I will not act like those immature
brats that ignore that my parents are people with their own needs too!”
“Did you know that you are
positively entrancing when you get worked up?” Harry said as he placed his
book, likewise marked, down so he could gaze at her with the sudden hunger and
need that her current state was causing. “I do hope that I can see you get
worked up like this on any number of causes; because if it had not been for
that one circumstance, I would have you pinned to the seat and be thoroughly
ravishing you!”
“We have done a fair bit of
studying haven’t we?” Hermione asked with a flush face and eyes lit with her
emotions that could cause almost any man to envy him for being the recipient of
it. “I do wish that we could do that right now, but I do expect a proper
ravishing later. Now in the mean time, there is the fact that we have been on
the train how long and yet to do anything naughty on it…”
“Why I do believe that is an
invitation,” Harry almost purred as he pinned her with a long and hungry gaze.
“Does my naughty little Kitten need some attention?”
“Why don’t you come over here
and put that tongue of yours to a better use,” Hermione replied as Weasley once
more was slammed away from the door even after his friends had left after the
first few jolts. “Your kinky kitten needs you bad, sir!”
With a growl, Hermione was
against the cushions with a very eager Harry kissing her thoroughly. He knew
that they needed to find a balance between work and play again, but he was
willing to accept that he needed a bit of playtime with all the business that
would need to be dealt with before they could enjoy and celebrate the holiday.
While things unfolded
elsewhere on the train, Dora had finished her discussion with her friends and
it had been nice. After that, Dora had run into Penny. Thinking back it had
been a good thing even if she had been let wound up from it. She had thus
decided to seek out her future and she hoped to have it officially, Lord and
Lady.
‘At least that would be the
case in polite society,’ Dora realized with a flush of contentment. ‘Still in
private, they will treat me like I need and want to be treated; however, I have
a slight worry that even if the embarrassment would make me cum like mad, that
I will be mortified when my friends find out. They do tell me that I should be
more outgoing socially, but there is a difference between dating and having
fun, and being the pleasure pet for two underclassmen especially when they are
a sort of couple. Still it is nice to spend some time with them…’
Dora realized a bit more as
she made her way down the train in search of them. Some of these were rather
profound to her and some were not as much. Still each one was necessary in
their own manner, and she could reflect on her life better with them to allow
her to understand the wonderful changes she was having in her life.
As she did not exactly know
which compartment they were in, Dora had stopped and knocked on a few that were
likely with those being the ones not claimed in the previous years or now
vacant from formerly being claimed by seventh years. This left her with the
ones claimed by the first years and thankfully as houses did tend to gather
near each other she would just need to find the area the first year Ravenclaws
claimed. Oh she was aware that there would be spillover as the train was like
the Library, a neutral ground where those in various houses could once more
intermix with those friends in other houses much like she had done with her
friends in their exception to the house clustering tendency compartment.
Poking her head in on one of
the unlocked compartments she saw a pair of first year Hufflepuffs. She
recognized one of them as being related to Madame Bones from the few times she
had been a tag along when either of her parents went to the Ministry. She
smiled for a moment at the now dozing pair. They seemed to be rather close and
given the ruffled clothes been doing something fun. As she was leaving, Dora
overheard the mutterings of a very strong crush from the other.
‘So that is Hannah Abbot,’
Dora thought as she recalled the incident. ‘Well considering she lucked out and
was personally rescued by Master, I don’t feel bad for her crushing on him more
than others. Besides it is not my place to decide who he is with. Still I hope
that I don’t need to search through too much of this train. Though I hope that
my friends are not gossiping in why I chose to go look for something. I know
that they wouldn’t buy even for a moment an excuse of needing to go to the
bathroom, especially if I do not return before we get to the station…’
That she had confessed that
she had some other friends she wanted to talk to had been daunting for her.
Thankfully she had avoided anything which would have implicated that she was
planning to find one of her lovers to scratch an itch or more oft than not
servicing one of them. The encounter with Penny had been helpful in it had
eased one of her concerns while frustrating as she looked back on it.
As she checked the unlocked
compartments, she suspected it would have been embarrassing and got her hexed
to disturb those seeking some privacy in intermingling. Still the number of
houses mixing made her smile. She was grateful that she had not encountered any
of the nastier factions and that none tended to drift from whatever compartment
they eventually claimed. There had been the obvious compartments with the
Slytherin first years as well as the Gryffindors. They had the Hufflepuffs as a
bit of a buffer between them; however, Dora knew that they would get into some
fight before the trip was over. It always happened although it depended on the
situation at the school on how confrontational it got. The holiday would tend
to make them less prone to more violent hexes, and that was something she was
thankful for.
Stopping at a compartment a
little past the last where she had shuddered at the trampy beauty makeover she
had witnessed, Dora turned to knock on the door. It was rude to just open the
door and head in and one thing that her lovers had seemed to show a fondness
for was manners and courtesy when in public. Sure Harry and Hermione were
sarcastic, but they had their own standards of civil behavior.
“Yes,” Came the voice from
inside the compartment. “Who is it?”
“Tonks,” Dora said in answer
with a sigh as she tried to place the name. “Do you mind opening the door?”
In answer the door opened and
she saw who was inside. They had yet to change out of their school attire
unlike some people. She glanced at the house crest and was relieved that she
had managed to find the right area.
“Thanks,” Dora said with a
smile. “I wasn’t sure if I made it into ‘Claw territory yet. Sorry for
disturbing you.”
“It’s alright,” Su Li said
shyly. “Not to be rude, but was there someone you were looking for?”
“Yes, there is,” Dora said to
the shy girl. “Although thinking about it, I probably should just look for a
rather warded compartment. I just was rather reluctant considering that the
Lions and Snakes seem to be agitated for some reason.”
“Oh,” Padma said as she
thought about it. “I heard Weasley and Malfoy along with their associates make
their way further down the corridor. They were rather unhappy when they came
back. They were not really quiet in their sulking though.”
“Thanks and that does help,”
Dora said with a nod as she realized what that meant. “So I should be off. I
hope you both have a good holiday and all.”
“You’re welcome,” Padma said
as Dora departed the doorway. “Well that was odd. I wonder why she was looking
at me like that.”
“Could she have run across
your twin?” Su asked as she considered what would set the girl like that. “Parvati
does have some odder habits…”
“Especially with her already
trying to attract boys,” Padma groaned as she closed the door. “I really am
worried what could happen…”
Dora sighed as she heard what
the two said as she went to the next compartment. The door was open and she
glanced in. It was Morag McDougal, Lisa Turpin and Mandy Brocklehurst along
with Megan Jones inside. They were chatting amicably and a pang of sympathy for
friends and acquaintances in different houses passed through her. With a sound
of a thump down the corridor, she knew she was getting close and walked swiftly
towards her goal. So focused was she that she paid no attention to whatever
they were talking about.
Now while it was good to
spend time outside of Hogsmeade and the odd gatherings as limited as the damn
Gryffindor/Slytherin feud allowed with her friends in other houses, she had
been feeling very needy again even with the Penny encounter. Besides she knew
in the depths of her deviant decadent desires that she would soon be under her
seemingly too prudish and controlling mother’s tender care. It would be a hell
almost as bad if not worse than her recent punishment had been.
‘I really hope she doesn’t
get even the slightest hint of what I have been up to,’ Dora thought as she
walked down the corridor to where she knew her owners were since she was close
enough to tell from the obvious signs. ‘I just know that it would end badly
even if I know that they would take me from there at the first opportunity.
Still somewhere I want to know what drives her to do what she has done. Do you
fear me doing something that you did and whatever disaster it may have had to
your life? Regardless I have made my choice and will stick to it! Even if it
was that you made a mistake in who it was that you trusted, I have made a far
better choice and when he takes his legacy; I will gladly serve him. I have
been more cared for under their tender mercies than you have for the past too
long.’
Dora had been unknowingly
working herself into a thundering and passionately headlong experience. She was
letting her frustrations as well as her bubbling emotions consume her. The
quick encounter with Penny had only managed to stoke the fire that had been
building ever since she suffered listening to her girlfriends discussing their
own relationships. That she had someone that would take her into their arms and
make slow sweet sensual bliss until she surrendered to unconsciousness or drive
her to the heights of pleasure or even the depths of depraved decadent
sensations of delirious dark passions without regard for her overtaxed body was
something she needed. She needed one of those things now and she really didn’t
care which it would be. Hang her from the ceiling and ply her with sensations
or coax her into a thousand deaths of subtle bliss, she didn’t have a care as
she knew one of those was her soon to be experience.
Looking at the slightly
singed and repeatedly battered form of Ron Weasley slumped across the hall from
a door; Dora immediately knew she had found their compartment. With a slight
rap on the door, she waited to be called in. With a sigh, she opened the door
without incident and saw the two in a heated embrace. Blinking at the lack of
sound emanating from the now open door, Dora crossed into the room and closed
the door behind her.
As soon as she had crossed
the threshold, Dora heard the no longer silenced moans. Licking her lips in
appreciation of the sight before her, she without hesitation removed her
clothes before folding them and placing them on an unoccupied seat. For a
moment she was unsure of how to react now that she was there. Did she immediately
join them or politely wait as she asked for permission? It was a momentary and
difficult question for Dora to have to answer.
Dropping to her knees, Dora
crawled next to the pair. From her position, she saw Hermione’s skirt flutter
up as she moved against him. It revealed that they were doing a bit more than
dry humping. She was actually watching them do everything short of penetration.
For a moment she was disappointed that they were facing each other as otherwise
she could have been able to readily aid both of them.
Her first attempt to get
their attention was ignored. She was in a way almost like furniture or a
companion; always there and thus not immediately alerted to her presence while
they were playing. With a sigh, Dora gave in and joined them. Kneeling between
Harry’s legs, Dora stuck her head under Hermione’s skirt and proceeded to kiss
and lick their touching heated flesh.
The pair blinked as they
broke their kiss to the sudden moan of Dora’s added assistance. Hermione was
burying her head against him while Harry looked down to see Dora’s head draped
with Hermione’s skirt. As he felt Hermione cling to him, he made a decision do
to being in the position that they were in. As he was unable to move enough to
pull Dora to where he could add a hand to include her, he moved his right leg
such that his ankle at least was under her skirt and pressed against her.
Harry was well aware that
Hermione was not going to be willing to move from her straddling and sliding.
Still he was able to move his leg enough that he felt the vibration from Dora’s
enjoyment. The three continued to move until Hermione arched her back and let
lose a triumphant shout as she climaxed from both their attention.
“Well done, Pet,” Harry said
to Dora as he felt her lapping at both of them. “Now as I know both of you
quite well, Hermione never is satisfied with a single cresting and just needs a
moment to come off this one. You are quite the same way as well; so I have a
rather interesting spin to try.”
“Hmm,” Hermione murmured as
she let Dora’s attention prolong her wave. “Dora is here and likely wants a
goodbye go. Well more than just from your foot rubbing her until she soaked
your pants. So what is your plan?”
“Why suspending Dora between
us as we both drive her nuts of course,” Harry answered with a smile. “So one
more time with her tongue until the matter with Gringott's is settled for each
of us…”
“And one more time rubbing
her swollen lips until they sooth any friction away,” Hermione answered with
her own smile. “Only problem is that means we have to make her stop what she is
currently doing.”
“Yes, there is that
unfortunate bit,” Harry agreed as neither of them wanted to move from where
they were at the moment. “Still the sooner we can extract her the sooner we can
ravish her.”
“Just a little longer,”
Hermione said as she felt Dora slither her tongue between them. “Remind me to
see what her tongue can do inside after you properly fuck me and cum inside.”
“I will,” Harry promised as
the thought was one he was finding difficult not to force ahead of schedule. “Still
I guess you can come up now Dora. You can lavish your tongue and lick us clean
later.”
“Yes, sir,” Dora said after
retracting her tongue and kneeling on the seat next to them. “So who is taking me
first, sir?”
“First I think we both need
to give you a kiss,” Hermione said before turning and capturing her lips in a
searing kiss. “Hmm… we do taste good together especially on you. Now give the
girl a kiss, please.”
“Of course,” Harry said
before giving Dora a toe curling and arousing unto wetness kiss. “Now Dora, I
think that Hermione should rest her legs while you give her a good licking. She
was bouncing a bit you see and I was just sitting here. So get yourself in
position and have your legs spread. I may not be penetrating you and you best
not do that to Hermione either.”
“Of course not, sir,” Dora
said as she tried to look contrite as she moved to stand so she was the
distance of waist to head from Hermione’s lap. “I know that you are the only one
that may take our virginities. I do ask that you let me do what mistress wants
and lick and suck and tongue fuck her clean after you spray her insides with
your cum, sir.”
“I have no problem with
that,” Harry said as he reluctantly stood while Hermione scooted off his lap.
“Now I think since you have been quite good and patient that we give you a
thorough ravishing. It is a shame that healing charms would leave traces or we
could see about properly accenting that lovely ass of yours.”
“Yes, sir,” Dora agreed as
she bent over with her legs spread and her face mere inches from Hermione’s
spread and glistening sex. “Anytime you are ready, sir. Oh, sir; there are
plenty of things that feel good but won't leave lasting marks!”
“You have a point,” Harry
said as he set his attention to rest against her warmth. “Now put that mouth to
better use!”
With a nod, Dora fastened her
lips to Hermione’s lower lips. She shuddered even as her tongue flicked around
the parted lips as she felt Harry slide along her length. His hands were
holding her hips firmly and she felt him pressed against her legs and the
warmth there and against her sex. She knew if her legs did give out that his
grip would keep her suspended, and part of her wanted that so she could feel
completely helpless in their grip. She already felt Hermione threading her
fingers into her hair as she ground her face in between Hermione’s spread legs.
‘Oh… My!’ Dora thought as she
felt herself held firm by her lovers. ‘I am in for one hell of a ravishing. I
almost want to do this in front of mum when they take me away to spite her for
being so controlling. Only thing that would be better is for Master to be
buried inside and something sliding inside as well…’
Dora felt the pair excitedly
using her even as they aroused and excited her. Hermione was riding her tongue
while Harry was sliding his heat to sear and aflame her own wet and parted
slit. She was torn as she thrust back and forth trying to maximize both and
their pleasure as well.
Her legs left the ground and
she was held aloft by his hands. She felt like she was floating as he kept his
pace up and was driving her tongue shallowly into Hermione’s responsive folds.
Her suction was held even as she wished she had time to try to split her
tongue. Two tongues were better than one from experience when they both sucked
him and they both lapped at one of their cunts.
‘I really think the only
thing that could be better than that,’ Dora thought as she slithered her tongue
around the opening of Hermione’s petals, ‘would be even more tongues. I think
if I can ask for that for my Christmas present than it will be heavenly. Yes, a
tongue swirling around each tit and delving inside my cunt while someone else
is trying to use their tongue to fuck my throat; I really do think that would
be as close to heaven as I can have at this time. I just don’t know if I am
ready to be shagged, buggered and throat fucked at the same time. While I can
admit that it would be intense, I am unsure if I can handle that without
passing out. It just wouldn’t be any fun to be limp and unable to thrust back
after all.’
So caught up in things and
thoughts, Dora barely swallowed in time to keep from choking. With her lips
surrounding Hermione’s sex, she had no choice as the suction and seal made her
have to gulp quickly or have to release her lips. Dora did doubt that she could
have done that as Hermione had a very firm grip as she ground herself against
Dora’s tongue.
“Gods, Dora,” Hermione said
as she rested for a moment with Dora gently lapping at her. “You are getting
very good at that. Harry, are you ready to give our pet a good mouth cleaning?”
“Considering that so far I
have almost slid into Dora’s wet and ready pussy several times already,” Harry
remarked as he had to shift lest Dora’s body pull him inside. “I would say that
is a given. Still considering how much she seems to be dripping and how often
her cunt tried to inhale my cock, I think that she has been having some fun of
her own.”
Reluctantly staggering back
and letting his erection stop sliding and almost entering her twat, Harry
looked at the two as Hermione affectionately ran her hands through Dora’s hair.
With a sigh, Hermione tugged and pulled the reluctant Dora from where she was
latched onto her already glistening and pouting with how swollen they were
pussy lips. Harry sighed as he stopped himself from giving her upturned and
wagging ass a quick spank to tell her to turn around. Instead he reached
between her legs and slid two fingers easily into her and curled them towards
his palm. Using that as a grip, Harry pulled Dora to start to circle towards
Hermione.
‘I am tempted to laugh at how
Dora is lengthening her tongue to try to keep contact,’ Harry thought as he
felt a rumbling laugh try to bubble out. ‘Still it is odd to see Hermione push
her away with a leg with that much reluctance showing in her eyes. I just know
that if we could find a way to not need classes, that we would almost move her
in to a room and do nothing but entertain ourselves all day. Still that does
sound like a goal I could shoot for after my ambition is dealt with. Bring mum
back, crush all that would ruin my life such as Voldemort, Dumbledore and the
Ministry, and retire after ensuring enough returns to live very comfortably and
revel in the pleasures to explore every day. Well it is a bit better of a dream
than say dedicating myself to killing all of Voldemort’s followers after
ruining them financially, socially, mentally and physically. I might just do
that for, what was that phrase I heard on the Telly? Ah yes, shit and giggles
was it. Hermione does have a dream in addition to aiding mine. Perhaps we can
work on that considering how fast some things seem to be developing. It is a
shame that Voldemort is a necessity until I know how to get around the dilemma
that the killing curse causes. If he had used any other curse, I would have had
no hesitation and likely would have solved the problem already. I do wonder
where those odd thoughts I had when Snape tried to violate my mind came from. Some
hormonal induced fantasy that I should not feel any identity to; at least I
hope it was.’
His thoughts were driven from
his head as Dora snapped her tongue from trying to not leave Hermione’s body.
That it had suddenly swung around and wound around his standing and glistening
with her juices, was a momentary eyebrow raiser. It was actually its attempt to
emulate a complete enclosure that was strange. Sure she had done something
similar when it was inside her mouth, but this just looked very odd. That she
was trying to reel his cock into her open and drooling mouth added a new layer
of bizarre to their life.
Hermione had touched his hand
as it was inside Dora when she slid hers to take his place and continue pulling
her towards her. The odd gymnastic activities that they seemed to get into when
they were romping were starting to make her very appreciative of the increased
flexibility they had. Dragging the circling girl toward her, Hermione
contemplated trying to stand with an arm and a leg supporting her. With a sigh,
she waited for Dora to be moving closer before she stopped using her leg to
push Dora’s head towards Harry. Considering that she was now going mouth ward
ho to his position had taken care of that.
Once Dora was open mouth
aimed to swallow him, Hermione stood up and pressed herself against the wagging
ass in between her legs. With a sudden thrust, she ground her sex into the
older girls; that it suddenly slid Harry into her was a pleasant bonus for Dora.
Once more she moved back and forth between the two as they worked to time their
thrusts. This time however Dora was aware of her difficulty in thrusting back
or following forward when they both pulled back.
The two were looking at each
other as they found their pleasure in their joined lover. It was odd in a way
that for a moment, there was nothing but themselves and Dora little more than
an intermediary. Shaking their heads, they turned more of their attention to
the still needy girl. A slight shifting of their bodies and their arms were
able to fondle Dora’s body. As much as they wanted to do something that would
linger and allow Dora to reminisce on this encounter, they knew that they could
not do so.
That is not to say that they
really wanted to parade Dora about with it obvious to the world that she was
theirs. Sometimes Hermione wanted to have her wander the dorms in nothing but a
collar, having a property of tag on it, with all the love bites and marks
visible. Well she really was Harry’s and so was Hermione, but the specifics
really didn’t matter. Hermione was in a way finding her own Anne to her Alice.
She was aware that the complication in the group dynamic was stable for the
moment, but that the two of them might try to gang up on her again.
‘Dora does have the ability
to have any marks linger for however long she wants,’ Hermione thought as she
contemplated on having her go home properly marked and claimed. ‘Still those
would be visible when she goes to her base form, and that is something that
would tip her mother off. I know that given how often Master doles out a good
spanking, that he was hard pressed not to leave it a rosy red color, and I find
myself having similar thoughts. How I managed not to scratch up her back, neck
and head I am unsure of now, when I want to do more than feel up her wagging
tail. Hmm… now that is something to try in the future. I wonder if partial
animagus transformations would be possible. Ooh Dora! You just had to go and
start nibbling with those quivering lips.’
Hermione stopped her internal
debate as she started to grip and grind faster and harder against Dora. A
momentary thought, to try having Dora shift her clit and enlarge it like her
tongue or more like that was currently along with her tits swinging about like
that, passed through her mind while she ran her sex from peak to apex along
Dora’s own slit. That she was rubbing their clits against each other whenever
possible as well as running them between each other’s paths was only adding to
her excitement.
As for Harry, he was having
his hands full with her weight resting on her ridiculously enlarged tits. That
Dora was swinging with her arms wrapped around him while squeezing his own
backside was exasperating things. He had been drawn into her throat while her
tongue practically milked his cock; that he could see her tongue stretching her
caved in cheeks was not helping him not be visually aroused even more. He was
sorely tempted to move and let her support her front weight with her back
killing breasts, and to return to having a nice grip so he could resume being
in control of the pace of fucking her throat.
All of them were aware that
Dora was going to lengths to make this encounter as mind blowing as possible. Dora
was aware that she was going to be forced into celibacy for a period of time
and was trying to stock up on memories as well as orgasms. Hermione was aware
that she was almost fucking Harry through Dora as her thrusts were about as
energetic as she planned her virgin ride to be. Harry was aware that Dora was
using a number of tricks to both increase his sensations, but to maximize how
much he ejaculated. He had a feeling that he would be drained both physically
and mentally from this, and to be at the point where further activities would
cause pain from tenderness as well as having drained his balls.
It took some maneuvering, but
Harry managed to get enough of a grip to join the double ended pounding that
Hermione was giving her. Dora was once more suspended by her two lovers’ sexes.
The only thing in her mind that would be better was if both ends were being
penetrated. Well, there were also them having a rougher hold than they were
currently and the lack of lingering sensations from hands and tools. Still Dora
was barely thinking as she responded to their attention. It was only through
practice at making automatic reactions to things that her body was responding
instead of locked up under the sensory bliss she was experiencing.
Suddenly the two thrust
forward and stilled. She felt the reciprocating beat under their skin. She felt
it as Harry throbbed and flowed into her. With some effort, she moved her head
enough to stop letting him flow down her throat and to fill her mouth. Dora was
aware that both of their thighs were coated with their flowing wetness. It had
mixed where they were joined and sprayed each other when their most recent and
climactic climax occurred.
It took some effort to
untangle from Dora’s octopus like limbs, but with some caresses and comforting
words they managed to extract themselves from her shivering and shuddering
form. Sure they had both cum, but Dora seemed to be one of those lucky ones
where their orgasm was enhanced and extended when their partner found release
with them. They had slowly lowered her to the floor, but had succeeded in not
placing her ass up, or they were sure that the compartment would be having a
very soaked and ground in stain.
They had continued to caress
her lightly as she calmed down. Harry and Hermione were aware that Dora was so
out of it that they would need to clean themselves off. While they could use a
spell, that would be less fun. Even if Dora had done her best to lick him
clean, Hermione was left with almost enough to cake her inner thighs and legs.
They had actually alternated in using Dora as a seat and trying something new,
a standup sixty-nine. Still the two soon found themselves cuddling on one of
the benches as they watched Dora come down from her experience.
It was a nice sight to watch.
Dora as she slowly stopped panting and her eyes start to show signs of thinking
again. As it was, Harry was there with Hermione resting her head against him
while sitting in his lap. With the both of them smiling at her, they tried to
describe the look of Dora at that moment. Her hair was sprayed and mussed up.
Her skin was flushed and shiny. Both sets of her lips were puffy and swollen in
a sexy manner. The smile was alluring and compelling as it danced with mirth.
In a simple name, Dora looked well and properly ravished.
‘If Penny saw me now,’ Dora
thought as she started to come back to herself, ‘she would think that I was one
lucky bitch. Gods was that fucking awesome or was that an awesome fuck. All
that’s left is to enjoy my recovery…’
Now after the thorough
ravishing that Dora had just received, she lay there recovering as nude as the
day she was born. She felt that this encounter more than made up for the short
encounter with Penny, where all they had time for was Dora to tongue fuck her
until she was too tender to do more than hobble the rest of her rounds. Still
Dora took time to bask in the afterglow and contemplate on how to make it
better next time.
‘Next time I think master
will take me,’ Dora thought in anticipation. ‘Sure I have to wait until they
get things settled at Gringott's, but it will be worth it. It is a shame that I
cannot be their pet all the time during school. Still I will take every
opportunity to serve them and the pleasures that doing so gives me. I do wonder
if I will be as sore as Penny was after he takes me. Given what they have said
about Anne, I should really see about that trick. Twin tongues might be useful
after all.’
“Well Dora,” Hermione purred
at her. “You definitely look better now. I hope that tides you over until we
call for you. Just think if things go to play you will be spending all of the
holidays nude and ready to serve.”
“Still, was there a reason
that you were so aroused this time?” Harry asked as he sat next to the nude
Hermione as he absentmindedly sent cleaning charms at their clothes and air
freshening charms to slowly reduce the scent they had left. “You said you were
just talking with your friends. Perhaps there was talk about a prospective
significant other for you, they could be talking about that as well as
discussions regarding who it is they are dating and all those sorts of gossip.
That does sound plausible, does it not Mine?”
“It does for the most part,”
Hermione said as she looked over Dora with half lidded eyes. “Did you notice a
slight difference in how she tasted when we kissed her?”
“Do you think that our Dora
has been playing with others again?” Harry asked as he saw her fidget under
their gaze. “It would appear so. Now what should we do and why were you left in
such need?”
“I admit it,” Dora said with
her head bowed down. “I saw a friend in need and considering her sort of
boyfriend left her hot and bothered, I willingly chose to help her reach her
denied release.”
“I take it that there is a
reason that you keep doing this,” Hermione said with her voice a mix of
disappointment and understanding. “You must really care about her as a friend
to repeatedly do so. Sir, I know I would do the same in her place and that you
did the same for us when you needed to do so. Please…”
“I see,” Harry said with a
sigh as he weighed the situations in his mind. “You will continue to do so and
it is something that has to be discussed. So considering all we have offered
you, what do you think we should do about this situation?”
“I failed to inform you about
it,” Dora said kneeling and speaking with sincere repentance. “I will accept
any punishment that doing so requires; however, I ask that you permit me to
continue to do so and I will gladly as always take whatever punishment you feel
that I need.”
“So you would do this even if
we told you not to,” Hermione said as she looked over the squirming girl over. “You
would do it even if it meant being suspended and used as a plaything for
whatever we wanted including trying out my whips on.”
Dora nodded at that and
shuddered as she said, “Yes, Master, Mistress. I would do so and accept without
hesitation my earned punishment.”
“This does create a problem,”
Harry said as he maneuvered so that Hermione was napping on his lap where he
could run his fingers through her hair. “This relationship is based on trust
far more so than any ordinary relationship, and yet you tell me that I cannot
trust you. This is a very difficult dilemma indeed. You will also be unable to
completely give your time to us do to this obligation.”
“You could treat it similarly
to Quidditch practice and club meetings,” Hermione offered from where she
snuggled against him, “as an extracurricular obligation that Dora offers
something in compensation for doing. I take it that you are not comfortable
telling us which friend it is you are helping.”
“Yes, mistress,” Dora said
with a fidget. “The situation is complicated with the fact that I owe her for
her advice helped me decide to join you.”
“A very good friend than,”
Harry said as he contemplated what to do. “From your point of view, she is
directly responsible for the opportunity you have now and thus in a way you
feel obligated to help her through her own difficulties. I take it that this is
in part of why you were less affected by your recent punishment. Is she aware
that you are in a relationship?”
“Yes,” Dora admitted
instantly. “She is however not aware of whom it is with and I did admit that I
would be doing something in penance for doing as I have done. She has however
offered compensations for this matter.”
“What would this compensation
include?” Hermione asked in interest as she absently reached up and traced
Harry’s face. “Did she perhaps offer her own body to our uses, something she
is in a position to offer to ease our situation, or any other things along
those lines?”
“She was rather happy that I
am in a relationship where sir cares about me far more than her current trainee
does,” Dora admitted with a somewhat cute scrunch to her face as she thought on
it. “She told me that if I ever had the chance at even someone like Master that
I was to take it with both hands on not let go. I am trying to do this, but I
know that I owe her.”
Harry looked at Hermione and
tried to discuss things as nonverbally as possible. With the knowledge of
eventually having someone with Legilimency to interact with, Harry had spent
time learning a variety of mental defenses. While it did not allow telepathy,
the methods combination did allow the sending of mental pictures where many
flavors such as emotion could be added to it. To Dora, she was watching the two
stare at each other in a moment that seemed to last forever as she worried that
they would keep her or not. Her mother had left her a nagging pit of doubt in
herself and life in general. Her greatest fear was to be alone. To her
developing mindset, it was better to experience agonizing pain than to be
alone. For these two, her closest of friends to shun her would almost be worse
than dying.
“We have come to a
conclusion,” Hermione said from where she was. “Do you freely accept whatever
punishment that we give you in this as all matters?”
“I do.” Dora said as she
fervently hoped that they did not, especially after that, merely tell her to be
gone from their presence and never bother them again. “As you command so it
shall be!”
“Your punishment will be two
fold,” Harry said as he ignored her and paid attention to Hermione as they
lovingly caressed each other. “You will not indulge in certain actions with
her. You will not be penetrated by her save kissing. You will not engage in
anything that is our sole providence. That includes any actions that blur the
lines of pleasure and pain, and that means that despite your seeming love of
spanking that she is not to spank you.”
“If she desires any of these
actions,” Hermione said from where she was ignoring Dora. “She must tell you
and she must meet us to discuss compensation. You are ours to do with as we
please, to love, to ravish, to punish, and to experience as we chose. Do not
forget that ever! As you have stated a need to keep this confidential, after
most if not all encounters you are to come to us and let us taste her
indirectly.”
“While this is nowhere near
what we are able to do to you,” Harry said with the barest of movements to let
his foot rest on her. “We find it to be sufficient at this time. Now the cost
for every encounter will be that you bring her flavor to us and that you will
spend a night in suspension on edge. The price for having neglecting to tell us
of this will be a very brutal session when we call for you.”
“We are being quite
reasonable as it is,” Hermione said as she closed her eyes to indulge in the
kind care that Harry was providing. “You have disappointed us and we were
tempted to release you back to the boredom and loneliness we saved you from.”
“Do not disappoint us again,”
Harry said with a sudden glare that instead of making her sob had her smile at
the attention. “While we were willing to grant you time for your personal
reasons in the past, you will need to clear any in the future.”
“The first part of your
punishment is a repeat of before,” Hermione said as she opened her eyes half
way to look at Dora. “It is however amended. You are neither to bring yourself
to relief nor to allow any other to do so until we tell you otherwise. You will
practice both your morphing and your muscle control. You will also be the last
to get any attention when we do call for you. We find this to be a small price
to pay for your breach of trust.”
“Now until we have to get
dressed,” Harry said as he leaned back pulling Hermione to lie against him. “You
will be my pillow and you will tell us some things. No names, but you will let
us get a feel for you some more.”
“Yes, sir,” Dora said as she
scrambled to prop herself against the wall next to the window. “I will, sir.”
“I like that,” Harry said as
he set his head between her two breasts. “Comfortable still it needs something
more. Dora, either cast a slight vibrating charm or have them vibrate; I do not
care which. That’s better. Hermione, anything you want?”
“Not right now,” Hermione
said from where she was resting on him with his arms wrapped around her. “Dora,
I think that you better learn to morph your arms and legs to hold a position
for a while.”
“For what reason, mistress?”
Dora asked as she tried not to moan and soak the seat from the stimulation that
her body was under.
“I think we will see how good
of a footstool you make,” Hermione said as she let the kinky visuals pass in
her mind. “Of course it wouldn’t be any fun without some add-ons. I think dangling
some weights from your nipples and clit will make things more complicated.”
“You’re feeling quite
devious,” Harry said from where he was sandwiched between the two witches. “Next
you will have her do that while sitting and moving in my lap.”
“What a wonderful idea,”
Hermione said as she felt Harry’s attention as his fingers left soothing
caresses to her exposed body. “It is for things like that that we love you. Now
let’s just rest as Dora entertains us with more stories of her life…”
The two drifted off for a
time as Dora told them more about her life before eventually starting to tell
Wizarding children’s stories. The three spent time like this until they started
to approach the station. It was a reluctant trio that pulled their cleaned and
aired out clothing on. Dora was grateful that unlike when summer holidays would
come that she didn’t have to drag her trunk with her. She was however mortified
that she had forgotten to grab a pair of panties as her mother would suitably
punish her for going bare if she found out. Still a quick charm and they were
ready to depart their compartment.
They walked out together from
the train. Both ladies were sad that they were unable to walk with Harry’s hand
doing more than being entwined in their arms. They really wished that they
could have Harry either wrap his arms around their waist, or better yet under
and around their skirts where he was hooked inside them. It was something that
anyone in a happy relationship wanted; they wanted to shout it to the heavens
and to everyone around them. Still all things must come to an end.
The group meandered from the
poorly hidden platform into King’s Cross proper. It was a shame that things
required that their lift was unable to enter the platform to join them. Harry
was grateful that he had not needed the Dursley’s assistance in such a routine
affair. The two were well aware that Dora would have to soon leave their
company for a time. They both wished that they could have dragged her with. It
would have been quite useful to avoid the Tonks altogether, but it was not to
be.
‘I wish I didn’t have to go,’
Dora thought as her eyes darted about with hope. ‘Please be dad that picks me
up and not mother.’
“So who do you think will all
make it?” Hermione asked as she pondered who all would be there. “I wonder if
those two will show up.”
“Hmm,” Harry said as he
scanned the crowd as he watched Malfoy ignore them in favor of greeting his
mother. “It is possible that they will. Do you think they could have talked
their way into coming here? That is something that I am unsure on how your
parents will handle.”
“Yes, it will make some
things easier,” Hermione said as she frowned at the thoughts being brought up. “Still
having my cousin here next year will be interesting…”
“Why is it that the two of
you have to be so confrontational from time to time?” Harry asked as he noticed
someone give them the once over at how close they were to Dora. “Hey is that
your mum?”
“Yes,” Tonks said with a
sudden foreboding. “I don’t like the way that she is looking us over.”
“She does seem to have
issues, but that would be apparent already,” Hermione said as she felt ill at
ease with Dora’s mother’s body language. “Just let us know and we will be there
quick.”
“Definitely,” Harry confirmed
as he wanted to glare the woman to back off. “Still give us a bit and things
will be settled. You are ours and I am not letting you away this soon.”
“Agreed,” Hermione said with
a firm gaze. “And don’t you dare forget it!”
Reluctantly the two said
goodbye to Tonks as her mother approached. They would have given her a proper
sendoff, but they were well aware of the trouble that would cause their friend.
Still they had plans in motion to secure their Dora’s safety and well being.
They watched as Andromeda mostly ignored them before ushering Dora away. The
two looked at each other as they headed towards the exit.
“That was rather
uncomfortable,” Hermione stated to Harry as for most of the past moments she
had the sudden urge to bludgeon Andy before running off with their Dora. “Hopefully
we can get Dora to visit even if we have to neglect to mention that you are there.”
“It seems that might be
necessary,” Harry said as he interlinked his arm with hers and proceeded to
cross the threshold. “Now all we need to do is to find your parents.”
“True,” Hermione agreed as
she started scanning the station proper for her parents. “I do miss them and I
know that I would have been really homesick if you hadn’t been there.”
“What are friends for?” Harry
asked with a real smile. “Oh! Hello Mr. and Mrs. Granger.”
“What have we told you,
Harry?” June said with a slightly fond smile as she knew the boy had been good
for her daughter and seemed like a good candidate even with the competition
with her niece. “It makes me feel old and you wouldn’t want that now would
you?”
“Beside every time I hear
someone say that, I think they are looking for mum and dad,” Vincent said with
a shudder. “Those two can be right scary at times let me tell you. I am amazed
that June was willing to cooperate with them at any point considering how they
met.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” June
teased him. “Besides the baby pictures were quite interesting…”
Hermione was torn at being
mortified and snorting in laughter at the behavior of her parents. She settled
with giggling even if she was normally not one to do so. A part of her was sad
at the fact that Harry would not experience that, but that was offset by the
knowledge that her parents no matter how easy going they could be would never
let her miss that. She even knew that they planned to take photos of all the
rest of her firsts that they could. They would have wanted one of her first
kiss but they had not been there as well as they had both neglected to mention
it. Oh they had hugged and kissed each other on the cheek in front of them, but
then so had they with Alice and Anne. Still that was not that strange among
kids and as most would do; her parents had dismissed it as not being life
altering.
‘If by that point I have
anything to be embarrassed about as to be effected,’ Hermione thought as she
pictured the composed Harry not being affected by the pictures of how she had
been before they had met, ‘I wonder what could do that as I doubt the pictures
would already. Perhaps it is more so my parents being parents when I am a
teenager. Hmm now that I think on it, I seem to have become even more
accelerated in my physical as well as mental even if it is harder to keep the
emotional surges under control. Though this is something to inquire on, were we
to now develop quicker and sooner do to our actions? We are already being
mistaken for third years at a distance and that would put us at thirteen or
fourteen. I guess I am grateful that unlike some of the other houses Ravenclaw
does not have group showers or I would have been self conscious before. Not
that I might worry about unwanted attention do to certain things.’
“Why do I think that is
something to be disappointed in the future?” Harry murmured to Hermione causing
her a momentary pang of guilt and a sudden rush of annoyance at the Dursleys
for avoiding such a thing through their actions. “Sure I have some inkling to
my parents leaving my baby pictures at Gringott's, but I am lacking most
childhood pictures. Perhaps we should take pictures more when we are about?”
“That would be nice,”
Hermione said as she watched her parent’s byplay. “Something we will need to look
into when we are out doing things. Take the whole group for some experiences…”
“True,” Harry admitted even
as he realized that they had been letting fun outweigh their work recently in
stark contrast to the overworked stress he had been heading to. “Still I don’t
think any of us are that socially inclined to know what kids our age normally
do. Even Alice and Anne are in gifted classes, and that does not give one much
chance to socialize with peers since they are so hard to quantify.”
“Maybe we are cramming too
much in too little time?” Hermione asked as she thought things over. “We should
really see the sites some time. It is odd considering how often I go with them
to other places, but that we seem to have missed our own places. Although I
will admit that libraries are somewhat of an exception to that.”
“So how much longer will they
be involved without noticing us?” Harry asked quietly as the two were a sight
to see compared to the oddness that was the Dursleys or some of the other
neighbors. “I am grateful that we are able to spend a bit more of the holidays
together this time.”
“True there is the fact that
I do want to spend time with my parents and we have been spending some time
growing more familiar than before,” Hermione said with a sigh as she started to
notice her parents listening even as they continued their mutual teasing. “Before
it was more of a difficulty to get my own Harry time I guess you could say…”
“Alice wasn’t that bad,”
Harry tried to justify. “Though I guess it helped that I was the first boy who
was not related to her that wasn’t a bully or similar brat. You two are quite
similar and I realize that my life would be a good deal less colorful without
either of you in it.”
“Such deep thoughts so
young,” June said as she turned her attention to the two. “Why couldn’t you
have been like that?”
“Hey,” Vincent said in mock
outrage. “I grew out of it!”
“Yes, that we barely knew
each other until later was entirely your own fault,” June said with a slight
and almost too subtle glare. “Still the past is the past, and even if it seems that
Hermione has managed to avoid such mistakes, we should still get going. London
traffic is always a bit excessive at this time of day. Did either of you have
something to do while we were here?”
The two looked at each other
as they mentally weighed things. As much as they wanted to hit Diagon, there
were complications to that if either of the adult Grangers came along. The
least of which would be keeping them safe while the worst that they knew of was
keeping the proper image to ensure the goblin cooperation, and that was without
the complications of explaining where Harry got the money he currently had.
Still there were things they could do before they headed home.
“Now that you mention it,”
the pair said with a slight grin. “There were a few stops we wouldn’t mind making…”
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