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Molly Makes Things Right	By : DevilKiwi Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 104811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Molly Makes Things Right

Chapter One, Part 2

The Beginning of Something Amazing

Oh Merlin, Aruthur thought to himself, his shock at being caught in such a position - that is to say flat on his ass and almost naked save for his robes - could not be described in greater detail in any language known to man. Needless to say, he was mortified. This is so embarrassing! If only I'd been paying more attention to where I was going!

A look at who he had run into - Molly Prewitt!? Dear Merlin, a fellow Prefect! and a Gryffindor one at that almost made his face, red with the exertion from running halfway around the Black Lake, go bone white. Almost. The view he was receiving - her, also flat on her ass, leaning back on her hand, ivory-white legs spread wide and the tiniest pair of knickers doing their damnedest(and failing gloriously) to conceal her plump quim from his wandering eyes - rapidly brought his member to full erection almost instantly.

A brief glance at her face saw her cheeks turning pink very quickly, her own eyes staring intently on his now throbbing hard cock. It took him a moment to recover enough of his wits to think about pulling his robes shut, but his hands wouldn't co-operate, and his face rapidly flushed a deep purplish-red from a level of embarassment that would kill lesser men.

Now it seemed that Arthur Weasley's perversions were coming to light; that light being shed upon his darkness in the form of Molly Prewitt's eyes.

For you see, Arthur - nice, trustworthy, safe litttle Arthur - had a very big secret:

Dear Arthur was an ardent voyeur, with a little inclination to exhibitionism. He loved watching girls change. He loved watching them bathe. He definitely loved watching them masturbate. And he loved, almost above all else, being naked (or as close to it as could get without being branded a pervert or deviant), stroking his dong, cumming at the thought of whatever he was peeping at.

And, like most things, it had started off rather innocently.

Arthur had been curious, as a young boy, as he ever was; which is to say, very.

His mum and dad were always finding him in places he wasn't supposed to be, touching, looking, investigating everything he could get his hands on or his eyes to gaze upon. He had such a thirst for knowledge, such a curiousity for the unknown, that his father was almost sure he would end up in Ravenclaw.

At least initially anyway. He knew his son would follow Weasley tradition and be a Gryffindor when he noticed that he didn't have a shred of common sense concerning several dangerous things that could have easily hurt him, even when told how dangerous they were, yet he braved them anyway. Needless to say, he was proud of the fact his son would follow tradition.

In any case, how his exponential natural curiosity turned into what would become an unnatural perversion came about three months before his tenth birthday.

He'd been sent by his mother, Elizabeth, to deliver a spare can of cream to his aunt (his mother's sister), by way of her parents home. His aunt, Marian was her name, was considered by many of her clan to be a bit of a black sheep. She was called a spinster by many; a woman in her early thirties, unmarried and with no desire to be so, still living with her parents? How could she not be spinster then?

Then there were the rumors; dastardly untrue things. They must be. Why, they simply must be, right? There was no reason a woman of child rearing age would desire young boys in such a fashion, right? Of course it was! And to think that her sister might entertain thoughts of a similar nature was laughable! HaHaHahAHA!

But, despite the belief that her sister was innocent of such allegations, the amount of rumors about Marian did rouse her suspicion.

Although loved by Arthur's mother, like the dear younger sister that she was, Marian often times taxed his mum's patience with these little deliveries, and with the specific request that it be Arthur, regardless of the fact that she had three other children. That they were all fully grown adult sons might have raised her suspicions about those rumors some.

Elizabeth, knowing of her sister's strange proclivities concerning young boys, always told her son to deliver what was asked, and return home immediately. If she wasn't there to take the delivery herself, he was to leave it where it would be noticed easily and return home immediately.

This time was no different. Or, at least, the beginning was.

Arthur entered his grandparents home through the floo, holding the tank of cream with strained arms up to mid chest with the bottom of it resting awkwardly between his legs as he waddled into the kitchen, which he quickly realized was empty. He listen for anyone about, even called for his aunt, but found himself quite alone. His grandmum and dad were probably out with some of their neighbors; it was tea time after all.

He lifted, with great effort, the heavy, 3 gallon can of cream onto the sturdy wooden table in the kitchen, wiping his brow with a hankerchief he held with a shaky hand. That thing was heavy!

Arthur went to the sink and drew a glass of water and tried to drink without making a mess, but to no avail; his hands were still shaking from exerting himself.

After cleaning up his mess, and drying his face, he made his way back to the floo, doing as his mother ordered if not finding anyone to receive him, when he heard...something.

It was faint, almost beyond his ability to hear, but it was there. It was, hmm...what was that sound? It was kind of familiar, but not at the same time. His overwhelming sense of curiosity was warring with his mother's firm orders to return immediately home (which he was sure would result in an unpleasant punishment if he went against them).

He was about to dip his hand into the floo powder, when the noise got louder.

It was a moan! And it sounded like Aunt Marian! She might be in trouble!

Not thinking of anything but his aunt's safety, he all but flew to a cupboard and grabbed one of his grandmother's cast iron skillets and made his way to where the noise was coming from: his aunt Marian's room.

As he got to the door, the noises differed somewhat. Instead of the loud moans, there were also sharp squeals and a strange cooing sound, that sounded kind of...happy? He wasn't sure, but it sounded like they were happy noises. As he continued to listen, he was beginning to think that maybe she wasn't in trouble at all.

He was about to go back to the kitchen and head home, but his curiosity was reignited when he heard her call his name in a low, throaty moan, which made his nether's tingle in a strange way.

That was new.

He quietly, slowly, and with great care not make a noise that would draw his aunt's attention to him, grasped the knob and just as carefully turned it.

What he saw...well, lets just say that it was surprise and leave it that shall we?

She lay on her bed, legs far apart, and her hands were grasping, pulling, mashing, massaging and squeezing her petite breasts.

Beads of sweat coalesced and made rivers down between the valley of her breasts, across her tight tummy before pooling at her navel. When that well overflowed, the runoff continued it's trek south across, over, and between her wide-spread legs.

And it was what had been going on between her legs that had all of his attention. For you see, at the junction of her thighs, drilling her depths like a muggle oil derrick, was a fat, long, blue candle. It was as long as his arm from finger tips to the end of his elbow, and twice as thick.

The candle, not smooth at all, instead being covered with veiny lines that spread all around the cylinder, thrust into the hole between her legs in long, slow strokes; the monotony broken up by the occasional twist of the fat length of tallow. Twist left and slip inside; twist out and slide outside. Repeat.

It was obvious that she was using magic on the candle; it was the only explanation as to how it was moving under it's own power when both of her hands were molesting her breasts.

"Oh yes! Pound my pussy! Harder, harder and harder still!", she commanded, and the magic candle complied. The base of the candle widened about three inches in diameter, as it thrust into her with enough force to push her back slightly, making her small breasts wobble in interesting ways. The extra bit of tallow around the end slapped into the top of her pussy, making clapping noises as it impacted against her clit and the partially spread cheeks of her ass.

She was flushed from her scalp to just below her breasts, her breathing coming in short quick gasps, and her eyes were glassy. Arthur noticed that her toes were curling up, arms and legs tensing...something was going to happen to her, and it was going to happen very soon.

Marian's eyes scrunched shut, she sucked her lips between her teeth, and her hands, with their long slender fingers, pulled on her thick brown nipples, yanking the nubs away from her chest with alarming force. And then whatever was going to happen...happened.

She froze, seized up, and then screamed into her lips. And screamed. And Screamed.

And screamed! Wow! She's got quite the set of lungs on her, eh?

All throught this, that strange growth betwixt his legs was rampant and beginning to throb, causing all manner of discomfort. Arthur didn't know what it was, or how to make it go away, but when he touched it, sqeezing the tip, a surprising little rush of pleasure flowed through him from the tip of his boyhood.

When she finally calmed down and her breathing slowed, he stopped playing with his todger and felt it was time to make his exit. He quietly shut her door, afterwhich he would quickly make his way to the fireplace.

But it seems that he wasn't quite nearly as quiet as he had hoped or thought.

Before he got the door fully closed, just a tiny, little, insignificant smidge away from being completely shut, it was yanked open from the other side and his aunt, still quite naked, stood there, looking down at him with a truly beatific smile upon her face.

"Well now, what have we here? Aunty Mirian seems to have caught a little fly in her web..."

After assuring him that he wasn't in trouble, quite the opposite actually, Marian began to teach young Arthur the ways of sex and voyeurism. She trained him to sneak up on and around unsuspecting ladies and girls, and try to get a peek at them whenever and whatever he could.

Using a pensieve, a rather old family heirloom that no one seemed to have a use for anymore, they watched the fruits of his labors together, usually with their hand down the other's pants, furiously stroking or rubbing away.

His favorite had been when he had caught his mother masturbating when she had thought she was alone.

He was twelve, and Aunt Marian had just taught him the disillusionment charm, now giving him all manner of ways to stalk his prey unnoticed. He'd been testing it out around his home, going slowly from the barn to the front door. He had decided to finish for the day, and go visit his aunt, when he had heard some rather unmistakable noises. He had quietly bolted to where the noise was originating from, his mum's room, and reaplied the charm.

The door, slightly ajar, he cautiously pushed it open and saw a wonder.

His mother, 49 years old and having given birth to several children, was still beautiful after all these years. She must have kept trim by all manner of housework, or exercise, as she was rather slender with only a little bit of a belly beginning to make it's prescence known.

She had been sitting on a rocking chair, long flowing skirt pulled up above her thighs, legs spread over the arm-rests of the chair, hands diligently gliding across her puffy pussy lips, coating them with her glistening essence. The soft sounds of pleasure were flowing from her lips like a river of rapturous joy given audible form.

Arthur had long since pulled out his cock and began slowly stroking the substantially thickened meat at a torturous pace. He wouldn't cum from this, but it sure as hell felt amazing.

Her ministrations were to come to an end prematurely, when she was interrupted by a knock at the front door. With a grunt of displeasure, she cleaned herself up and rose to see who it was, giving Arthur ample time to finish himself off and make his escape.

The things that he and his aunt had done to one another when they watched that one, again...and again...and again...

At the moment though, the origins of his fetishes were the furthest thing from his mind, as his current situation had the majority of his brainpower tied up in trying to find a way out of his current situation.

He had just came (in more ways than one!) from the lake at a dead sprint, slowing about fifty yards from the entrance to Hogwarts. He had been taking a stroll through the outer edge of the forbidden forest, when he spotted several Hufflepuff girls heading to the far side of the lake. Curious as to what they were doing, he silently followed them through the brush.

The girls continued to unknowingly lead him to an area of the lake that was barely visible from the castle battlements (even then only with a spyglass), and stopped when they got to a small outcropping of rocks that surrounded a small hidden cove on three sides, the opening for the rock formation facing the forbidden forest, hiding everything from view from the castle. But not from Arthur's gaze.

The girls, seven in all, began to undress, laying their clothes on a waist-high flat rock about ten feet from the water's edge. The little pool, only about seven feet deep at it's lowest and about thirty in diameter, was fed through the spaces in between the boulders and rocks, and crystal clear, which was good for him, great really; not so good for their modesty though.

Arthur fell to his knees and thanked every power above at the opportunity he was given to witness the six girls - three third year girls, two fourth year's, and a fifth year (who was also a prefect) - naked and squealing as they jumped into the cool water with girlish screams and shrieks as they began splashing in the water.

He stepped back into the forest about twenty yards or so, and proceed to disrobe as quickly as humanly possible, stuffing all of his clothes, minus his robes, into his book bag. As the cool evening air in March brushed against him in the form of a breeze, he gave a small shiver, and contemplated a warming charm, but decided against it; from the look of things, it was about to get real hot, real soon!

Putting on his robe and using every peeping tom's favorite spell, the disillusionment charm, he quickly, but carefully and (most especially) quietly, made his way to the edge of the forest and sat to watch the show. Finding a patch of bushes about twenty feet away and a little shorter than waist high, he hid behind them and opened his robes below the waist and proceeded to stroke himself lazily as he watched. He kept his movements to a minimum, as the main flaw of the disillusionment charm was that it wasn't true invisibility and movement made you noticable. Getting caught like this, by a group of girls, all of which were younger, would comepletely ruin his reputation for the rest of his life...

...but he couldn't pass up this opportunity!

Getting the chance to see something like this only happened once in a lifetime!

The girls were frollicking in the water, playing gaily; splashing each other, playing tag...coming up from behind and playfully grabbing each other's breasts and giggling...kissing each other and dipping their hands between each others legs?!

ONCE IN A LIFETIME!!! GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS DAY!!!

Arthur's attention was now exclusively on the prefect, who he was sure was Amelia Prewitt, a distant relative to one of his own Gryffindor prefects (and he was relatively certain the pretty Hufflepuff was also sweet on Edgar Bones, and he on her). She had pulled one of the third years - a plump, developing, thirteen year old brunette - into a loving embrace, her massive -were all Prewitt girls that stacked?!- bosom pressing into the third year's own fluffy titties, her left hand gliding up the younger girl's neck and and into her thick tresses, pulling her into a passionate kiss, her other hand snaking down and firmly grasping her ass.

The chubby third year moaned into the older girl's mouth, her hands caressed the prefects lower back and hips, fingers ghosting across her perfectly sclupted cheeks and teasing the cleft of her glorious ass. With another impassioned moan, the younger girl pulled the two halves of Amelia's split peach ass apart, fingertips genlty probing and massaging her little puckered ring and the juicing entrance to her pussy, but not entering.

With Amelia's back facing towards the woods, Arthur saw all of this. The sheer eroticism of what he was bearing perverse witness to was making him drool profusely, which was extremely convenient, as his hunched over posture put his slack-jawed mouth above his cock, keeping the meat he was slowly fisting perpetually lubricated.

The plush thirdie continued to probe her holes, gently poking a fingertip in before quickly pulling it back out. Finally, she slowly inserted an index finger into Amelia's delicate rosebud, past the first joint...past the second...and...there goes the third...then, slowly out. Then slowly back in, now with her other index finger following it, filling her colon, spreading her O-ring that much wider.

Amelia was shivering, clutching the smaller girl to herself as she moaned aloud. Soon enough the girl's middle fingers joined the others, bringing a total of four slender fingers filling the prefects backdoor. She continued her tender ministrations on Amelia's sensitive hole, in and out they went, and in and out again, still at a slow rate.

Just as slowly, the smaller girl began to pick up the pace, the speed increasing to a rapid, pistoning movement, her palms pulling the muscled globes of her ass apart from one another while her fingers penetrated the prefect at lightning speed.

Amelia was moaning and cooing, and drooling all over the the thirdie's back, the younger girl's mouth occupied by sucking on a stiff, engorged nipple. The Gryffindor prefect noticed Amelia's legs beginning to shake tremulously, clearly due to her being somewhat close to a powerful orgasm.

As Arthur watched, just before it appeared that Amelia could take no more, the thirdie spread her index and middle fingers on both hands apart, and then, before his eyes, pulled her arsehole open.

Amelia squealed loudly as a gush of fluids expelled themselves from her pussy, her legs wobbled and gave way as she fell back into the little pool, taking the younger girl with her. As she recovered from the aftershocks, she continued to hold the younger girl to her, now sucking eagerly on her lips, her tiny hands now up around the prefect's shoulders.

After she recovered, she went over to where their clothes were and picked up her wand.

Arthur spread his attention to all the girls now, and noticed that the others had also finished whatever little sex games they were playing and were eagerly awaiting whatever it was that Amelia was about to do.

"Alright my little darlings", she said aloud, now facing her naked, glistening housemates, "Are we ready for a little fun?"

"Yes Ms. Prewitt!", they chorused happily.

"Okay then! Places everyone, places! Quickly girls, we haven't got as much time today as we normally do. Hurry now, hurry! Fourth year's, you're with me on your backs, legs and lips apart! Third year's, get ready! It's your turn to do the work this time!"

The girls quickly ran to get in position; the two fourth year's sat on either side of her on the flat rocks that surrounded the edge of the pool, while the three third year's practically fell over each other to get in position, lining up, each of them in front of one of the older girls, leaning back slightly holding their labia open and exposing their clits. The two fourth year girls sat on the edge of the smooth stones, leaning back on one hand while the other diddled their oozing pussies, cute moans escaping their lips as they eagerly awaited what was to come.

"Wonderful!", Amelia chirped, and clapped her hands together. "Okay darlings, are you ready?"

"Yes, Ms. Prewitt!", they shouted once more. Their desire for whatever was about to happen was readily apparent to Arthur.

"Here we go then! Appendi Engorgium", she said in a normal speaking voice, flicking and stabbing her wand at the pussy of the chubby little third year first, she then moved, from right to left, repeating the wand movement and the words with the other two girls.

At first Arthur didn't think anything was going to happen, but then he noticed to the three younger girls begin to writhe about, squealing and moaning in rapture as...as...oh my!

Their clits began to distend and swell, first growing to the size of a large shirt button, then wider and wider till it was the width of his thumb, and then it started to grow out. One inch. Three inches. The length stopped at a little over six inches.

Where once there were three tiny little pearls - that begged to be teased, suckled, and nibbled on, to be showered with attention to send that special lady to the stratospheric heavens and beyond - there now, standing proudly erect and firm, were three slender, average lengthed, penis like protrusions from between their legs.

Arthur's mouth, which was salivating like a waterfall only a moment ago, was now bone dry in shock so absolute, he was almost certain his heart had stopped. His skin had turned ash white. His once steel hard tumescence lay limply in his hand, slathered in a mess of precum and spit.

Never in his life had he even heard of something so absurd, so crazy as a girl growing a cock, let alone seeing it happen right before his very eyes. Why, if someone had told him that such a thing was possible, he would have surely questioned their sanity. At the moment, he was most asuredly questioning his own.

They can grow cocks?! Cocks?! On Girls?! Girls can grow cocks?! What the bloody fucking hell do they need us for then?!

Pure craziness!

As poor Arthur was sifting through the pieces of his shattered mind for a shred of sanity, he was brought back to the here and now from the moans of pleasure that met his ears.

The younger girls were pounding away at the pussy in front of them, the wet slurping noise of well juiced quim being plummeted and the slap of plush hips meeting hips resounding loudly in front of him. Despite his intial reaction to - and his now no longer misgivings of - a girl fucking another girl with a clit-cock, his own erection returned to steel-hard form in seconds. The sight, while disturbing in the beginning, was now one of - if not the most - arousing things he had ever seen.

Amelia was screaming with rapture as the chubby third year thrust into her eager, drooling slit, squeezing her massive tits by the handful while her lover pulled on her own lovely pink nipples, stretching them as far as the elasticity of her breast flesh would allow.

The three upper year girls came and came again; toes curling, ankles locking around the not-quite-fully-mature asses of their underclassmen, their faces and tits flushed with exertion as they panted, screamed, moaned and whimpered as their orgasms reached crescendo like waves crashing against the coast, slamming into them, only to receed and come back again at full force.

The third year's, when they came, did not cum like a man with a would, ejaculating baby-making jism from the testicles deep into their lovers wombs. No, when they climaxed, which happend regularly, they shot guysers of girl-cum from their own sopping cunts, squirting gouts of delicious nectar into the water below.

Arthur was in heaven; voyeur's heaven. Never did he think he would see something so beautiful, so pure as love between six girls. At most he though he might catch them swimming topless, or wearing bathing costumes as they frolicked in the hidden waters at the Black Lake's edge. But this...

His cock erupted, cum flying from his member like water from a firehose. The sheer volume of his orgasm startled him; the force of his jizz made splatting noises as it splashed against the bushes leaves, while it's power almost made him black out, rendering him almost helpless. He panted deeply and tried to calm himself down, lest he fall unconscious and leave himself to the tender mercies of the Forbbiden Forest. Or worse. The girls.

As the mind-numbing pleasure from his climax finally died down, and he had calmed enough to gain control of his senses, he made, unintentionally mind you, a rather rookie mistake for those who shared his fetish:

He made a noise.

As his orgasm came to an end, so too did those of the Hufflepuff girls. The younger ones lay atop the older ones, panting as they came down from euphoria in it's perfect form, their legs trembling and spasming as their strength, for the moment, failed them, hence their current positions. The only sounds in that hidden cove of pleasure were the heavy breathing of the girls...and sound of a particularly dry branch snapping at the edge of the forest...

Arthur, in his infinite wisdom, had leaned back, putting all of his weight on one hand...that happened to fall upon a dry, dead branch...that gave way under him, with a loud, resounding crunch.

Six heads, who only moments before were nigh about to succumb to slumber in the form of a nap, whose eyes were drooping desperately as they tried to keep them open, were immediately wide open and focused as they looked about for where the sound had come from, and what had caused it. They began to move, to cover their gorgeous, glistening bodies, and peered this way and that in search of what had alerted them to the fact that they were no longer alone.

Centaurs? Acromantula maybe? Or perhaps a small, innocent, forest animal who trudged a bit too heavily?

They squealed and shouted, rousing and calling for each other to get dressed and have wands at the ready in case they were forced to defend themselves.

Were they being peeped on? Was it a Boy?!

Now Arthur did the one thing a person in his position should never do. Most especially if one were outnumbered by a rapidly enraging group of girls caught with their hands in the cookie jar (no pun intended, I assure you:).

He panicked.

Arthur jumped up on wobbly legs, and bolted towards Hogwarts as fast as his somewhat unresponsive extremeties would allow; all the while inadvertently dodging spellfire from a group of now fully, furiously enraged girls aimed in his direction.

After several minutes of hard sprinting, he managed to exceed the range of their spellfire, and slowed down to a fast jog. At that moment, he was sure, the girls were quickly getting dressed and would no doubt be hot on his heels. Also, no doubt, they would do terrible things to him if they found him, terrible terrible things...

Arthur suddenly found the urge to sprint once more...

He made it! His lungs felt like they were going to explode, his legs wobbled nigh uselessly beneath him, and he was pretty sure that encroaching black stuff on the edges of his vision wasn't a good thing, but he finally made it! The Entrance Hall doors were only a few hundred yards away, and he could not yet hear his persuers, who he had no doubt would voice their displeasure upon him in a most painful manner. With magic.

Gah!

At a hundred yards or so, he slowed to a trot to regain his breath long enough to get a second wind, a wind he would use to find the nearest boy's loo and dress himself before making his way to the Gryffindor commons and finally allow himself to relax.

His lungs now almost normal, he pulled out his wand and cancelled the disillusionment charm. Entering the Entrance Hall under such a charm would undoubtedly draw very much unwanted suspicion after all.

As he passed through the doors that led into Hogwarts, he lowered his head and sprinted towards the nearest toilet. Soon he would be home free.

Or, at least he would have been, had he not ran into something.

He had crashed into another person, of this he was sure, as a wall or suit of armor would not have have gave as much as whoever he ran into did. The impact forced him back, his unsteady legs tripped over the back hem of his robes, and he fell flat on his arse, his robes flying open, showing all the world his pride in all it's splendor.

When he managed to collect himself, he saw none other than Molly Prewitt, fifth year Gryffindor Prefect and cousin to Amelia Prewitt, a girl that he had just been ogling and peeping on, inadvertently witnessing something that would be burned into his memory until his dying day, and maybe beyond. She lay back on one hand, legs spread, unintentionally flashing him her tiny, nigh-transparent, pink, barely covering damn all knickers, spread lewdly over her plump pussy mound.

Something that he had not anticipated happened then. The adrenaline, still coursing through his veins from his narrow escape from a fate worse than death, compiled with a view of the one pussy he had wanted to see more than any other, caused a reaction he would rather avoid at the moment.

His cock, which moments ago was thankfully dead to the world, was now rapidly reaching full tumescence, hardening to such a level that he was sure he could pound nails into goblin steel with it.

Thats right. He got an erection.

And she was staring right at it.

"Oh my..."

End Chapter One, Part 2

Notes: Two parts down, one more to go, and chapter one will be done! Then we'll up to good ol '91!

If you're a reader of my other story, Willing Enslavement, then you're going to be waiting for a while. I'm a bit frustrated with that one, as I had eight thousand words almost ready for posting, and my hard-drive died on me, taking with it all of my work(plus a few gigs of really, really good porn:) ). So that one is on hold until I can get over my irritation with it.

Also, for those curious about it, this will be a happy story, with plenty of illicit content (and hopefully some well done funny moments), between consenting characters. I'm not a fan of rape or torture, so I don't write about it. If you're looking for that and came across this story, then I'm sorry, but you won't find that stuff here. The world is a miserable enough place as it is, I'm not about to add more to it.

Molly Makes Things Right will be an AU, but it will follow the general plotline with a few...tweaks, I guess, to make the smut a little more prevalent in the universe between Harry and an assortment of female characters. Considering that Harry more often than not gets raped(both literally and figuratively) on this site, I'd think this to be a nice change of pace for him. :)

Anyway, that's all I've got for now. Till next time folks, and happy reading!
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