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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, Mirrored Scales
Pairing: Future DracoxHarry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies. CreatureFic Sub!Harry
Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

Chapter 31- Darkest Night
Gabrielle had finally managed to procure the potion she needed…
She hadn’t wanted her Milly to take a gender-switching potion so she’d settled for the Hermaphrodite potion.
Then it would just be Milly with a penis, Millicent Bulstrode was built more like a boy then a girl anyway. She was built like a beater and had high small hard breasts not like her own short voluptuous form. Milly was also far tighter then a girl ought to be, unlike herself considering that Milly could fit her whole hand inside her…
It was the day of the Yule Ball; she’d spent hours getting ready. Thankfully, she was a prefect so she could visit the baths. As sensual as they were, the water nymphs couldn’t measure up to her Milly…
Giselle had her own prefect apartment so she could spend hours getting ready without fighting with the other Fifth Year witches or even the Sixth Year Witches that they had to share a bathroom with…
*Flashback*
Millie had been invited to join them in their chateau in the South of France. Giselle herself had always felt drawn to the Bulstrode Heiress. When she’d turned fourteen, she’d had her first sexual dream. It had been Millie…
She’d chosen rooms for Millie that were beside her own, where they shared a small veranda. She was a bit shy but wanted to see if boyish Millie might be interested. They’d grown up together, their fathers being best friends.
She rose, wearing only a thin silk negligee that barely covered her pert derrière and pulled a sheer robe that ended mid-thigh. She slid her feet into high-heeled bedroom slippers and sashayed to the damask-covered lounge chair on the verandah. Clapping her hands she ordered a glass of rose wine and dish of strawberries and cream. She’d stay out there and wait for Millie to join her.
Millie was not a morning person but she did emerge wearing thin trousers and a loose white silk button dress shirt. Her hair was still the short almost boyish cut that Giselle remembered.
Giselle swallowed, “Morning Millie…”
Millicent groaned, “Coffee iced.”
A house elf returned quickly with the requested drink.
It took a while before Millicent was awake enough to notice Giselle.
Giselle swallowed as Millicent’s eyes ran over her voluptuous form
“Giselle! Just what are you wearing?”
Giselle laughed, “This is what I wear to bed…” it was true but she’d choose this outfit last night knowing Millicent would see her in it…
Millicent chugged her coffee, “What if a boy sees?”
Giselle frowned, “My veranda isn’t observable. I don’t know any guys who’d be that interested. I dress like this for my own private amusement.”
Millicent gave her a strange look, “Then why do I get to see you thus attired?”
Giselle blushed, “Perhaps, I thought you might enjoy it…”
Millicent blinked at her, before turning away, “It’s not for me to like or dislike…”
Giselle let her robe fall open, shifting her pose so her legs were beneath her. The edge of her sheer pink panties was not only glimpsable but also visibly wet for she’d had yet another dream of Millicent last night.
Millicent failed to hold back a gasp, “Giselle are you wet?”
Giselle nodded.
“Well why didn’t you change?”
Giselle bit her lip, “I wanted to see…if you were interested in me…”
“Interested…in you…are you crazy? Half the guys in our House would kill to have a kiss.” Millicent was flabbergasted.
Giselle looked up through her long eyelashes, “I’m only interested in you.”
Millicent blinked and then half-glared, “You must be joking.”
Giselle shook her head; “I wore this for you…don’t you like me at all?”
Millicent sat beside her, “Anyone alive who was the slightest bit attracted to the female form would want you.”
Giselle reached up a hand to trail her fingers over Millicent’s cheek, “You want me? I’m so glad…”
“Why me?” Millicent asked tilting her head to kiss Giselle’s palm.
Giselle shivered, “Because…I think you are the most desirable person I’ve ever known. I’ve dreamt your kisses.” she blushed more, “Your hands caressing my body. I want you…”

Millicent leaned over to kiss her softly, “I can’t believe you’d want me. I’m no beauty…”

Giselle moaned softly, “You are to me…”
Millicent took a deep breath, “Merlin…you’re beautiful Giselle…”
Giselle threw her arms around Millicent’s neck and kissed her back. Millicent was kissing her…she took the younger Slytherin girl’s hands in hers and laid them on her breasts, “Touch me…it’s alright…I want it…”
Millicent’s hands closed over her breasts, squeezing gently, kneading them, “So beautiful…”
Giselle moaned, “Oh…” her skin burned where Millicent touched her, the fabric was so thin...
Millicent kissed her neck, “May I?”
Giselle moaned softly, “Take me to bed?”
Millicent’s eyes widened, “Are you sure?”
Giselle nodded, “Please?”
Millicent lifted her up, holding her close and carried her back to her room.
Gisele pulled the younger Slytherin into bed with her
Millicent landed on top of Giselle, worry filled her eyes, “Did I hurt you?” Giselle was such a tiny thing compared to her larger frame.
Giselle kissed her, “No…I’m alright…please? Be with me…don’t worry about hurting me…”
Millicent’s hands returned to Giselle’s breasts, kneading and squeezing them.
Giselle moaned, her nipples hardening against Millicent’s hands, “Off…take it off…I want to feel your hands on my skin.”
A whispered spell and Giselle could feel the warm air coming off the Mediterranean.
There were lips on her neck, soft sucking and kissing as warm hands covered her breasts.
Giselle gasped.
Lips travelled from her neck to her breasts, licking and kissing.
When a mouth closed over her nipple and sucked on it, Giselle felt like she’d explode. “Oh Millie…yes…”
Millicent ran a hand down her stomach, over her thighs and cupped her sex.
Giselle arched into her hand, her nipple sliding deeper into the younger Slytherin’s mouth, “Yes…yes…so good…”
*Flashback ends*
Giselle was gasping as she stared into her mirror she was so close. She swallowed; no…she’d wait until later. She’d save her orgasms for when she had time and for when she was with Millie. She stepped into a baby doll pink teddy that clung to her every curve; pink silk panties cupped her sex. She stepped into a white garter belt and then sat to pull on white silk stockings topped with two inches of lace that encircled her thighs. Clipping the garters to the stockings, she quickly finished dressing.
Millie was her date to the Yule Ball, and they were going to try to keep an eye on Sophronia.
Millie was more militant since Draco’s consort Harry was attacked.
Sophronia was going with her own brother, Greg had his faults but he was also a good brother.
XoooooX
Percy was swept up into one of the hidden floos near the huge Oak entrance doors.
Oliver held him tight against him, tossing the powder and calling out their apartment before kissing him hungrily.
Percy moaned, pressing himself tighter and clinging to Oliver.
While they shared a bed, baths and showers they had yet to have penetrative sex.
They had slowly begun to rediscover their sex life after Percy’s fathers began their recover but they had yet to make love completely.
They had masturbated together and masturbated one another as well as sixty-nined but they hadn’t gone all the way since they were Sixth Years before Ginny was taken into the Chamber to die.
They were hungry, eager and unable to restrain themselves. They tumbled out of the floo, Percy barely had the presence of mind to lock the floo while Oliver divested them of their ball attire with a spell and prepared Percy.
Percy was on his back in their living room, his legs spread and he let out a moan when he felt Oliver sheath his prick inside him.
Oliver groaned out, “Home…”
Percy gasped, “Oh Merlin I missed this…”
Their sexual interludes were so few and far between that they were precious…
Oliver kissed Percy bruisingly as he thrust into him this was what they needed…
They fell into one another as they moved, Percy arching into Oliver’s thrusts their hearts thundering in their ears.
Percy clung to Oliver, his eyes filled with tears, “I love you…”
Oliver was on top of him, thrusting in his fiancé when he heard those words. He grunted in Percy’s ear, “Always loved you…”
Percy cried out as he orgasmed, “Ollie!”
Oliver drove his prick into Percy’s high, tight arse, coming hard, “Perce!”
They had always fit together despite being so different because they balanced one another.
Percy’s face was wet with tears as they lay there gasping on the living room carpet.
When Oliver noticed the tears, he covered his face with kisses, “Don’t cry Perce…”
Percy sniffed, “I’m just happy…”
Oliver began to move slowly this time now that their desperation was sated.
They moved together so perfectly, that it was a wonder that it had been so long since they were joined like this.
Percy rocked up into Oliver’s thrusts, “We lost Alvin but we can make another…I know I’m young for it but I want your baby Ollie…”
Oliver longed to see Percy round with his child…holding a child to his chest to feed…
It was no trouble to give Percy what he wanted, a baby…their baby…growing in Percy…
Oliver would do anything to heal the hurt Percy felt because he hadn’t tried to save their baby. He hadn’t even known about their son…
Percy cried out in pleasure at every brush of Oliver’s cock on his prostate…
They didn’t move after the second orgasm, they hadn’t had much to drink having left the Ball early.
Percy hugged his stomach, wordlessly begging that Oliver had given him a child.
Oliver wanted nothing more then for a new baby to put light back in his Percy…
A baby was a blessing on a bonding between two wizards rather then shame between a wizard and a witch. It wasn’t a fair concept but it was what it was…
Oliver reluctantly slipped from Percy’s arse, rising to his feet and lifting Percy up to carry him into their bedroom.
Percy curled up beside him, resting his cheek on Oliver’s chest. “I love you.”
“Mo ghrádh…”
Percy shivered, that was what Oliver used to call him when they were very much alone…
Usually after they’d managed to make love…
“Tha gràdh agam ort.” Oliver whispered.
“Night Luv…” Percy murmured snuggling sleepily.
XoooooX
Like good courtiers, Giselle and Millie stayed until Sophronia tired and wished to be escorted back to the Slytherin Girls Dormitory.
They watched as Greg kissed Sophronia’s hand and thanked her for a lovely night.
The Queen of Slytherin stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to Greg’s shyly, “Good night.” She said softly before running off.
Greg blinked, “Did she…oh wow…what a witch…” he stumbled off blindly up to his own dormitory.
Giselle laughed quietly before whispering, “Coming?”
Millie gave her a playful slap, “After you.”
Giselle tugged her along to her private apartment, throwing up privacy wards before turning with a smirk. “I found the potion I want you to use…”
Millie raised an eyebrow, “Oh really…”
Giselle nodded, licking her lips, “I like you because you’re a witch with masculine qualities…so I thought the Hermaphrodite potion would be more suitable.” She blushed, “I…thought you would be hot with a cock…”
Millie kissed her hard, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to sunk into that heat of yours and feel it tight like that…”
Giselle summoned the potion, “Can I watch it change you?”
Millie smirked, undressing before swallowing the potion.
It shrunk Millie’s breasts some, narrowed her hips and Giselle watched as Millie’s clit transformed into a nice thick cock accompanied with a smooth sack.
Giselle licked her lips, whimpering softly at the sight of it. Her core was so wet… she tugged off her dress and stood there with only her corset, garter belt, stockings, panties and shoes.
Millie approached her slowly, pausing to admire her from every angle. The closer she got the harder her cock appeared. It dripped pre-cum copiously.
Giselle was pushed back against the headboard of her silver lime four-poster bedstead.
Millie kissed her roughly, her large hands coming down to knead her lover’s breasts harshly. Merlin knew Giselle liked pain with her pleasure like any good Slytherin.
A knee parted her legs and rocked against her pussy putting pressure on her clit. It felt amazing…
Millie kissed her again before nipping down her throat, running her tongue over Giselle’s breasts. She lapped, sucked and bit those delicious nipples…she often dreamed of Giselle’s body during History of Magic. If only they were in the same year, they could slip out of the class for bonding rather than sleep through it. With a sharp twist of both jutting nipples, Millie abandoned them for now.
Her breasts ached, but damn if the ache didn’t feel exquisite. Giselle loved how it felt to have Millie’s hands on her body.
Millie cupped her girl’s sex, rocking her hand against it before running her thumb teasingly from Giselle’s clit to her core.
“Mill1e…” the prefect hissed.
“Yes?”
“More…”
Two fingers began to fuck Giselle roughly.
Giselle met her thrusts eagerly, “Hurry…” she’d wanted Millie to be inside her this intimately for months. They had only been together since August…
Millie was as eager as her lover, adding a fourth finger for good measure before she slowly sunk her cock into Giselle.
Damn if her warm honey drenched well didn’t feel amazing.
“Millie…oh Merlin…you’re so big…I didn’t expect that.” Giselle gasped.
Then Millie was so deep inside her that that she felt her lover’s folds against her arse.
Millie began with short, sharp thrusts; it was different from having a We-doe. Her clit turned cock was highly sensitized. She adored the feeling… “Have to keep this potion handy.” She muttered kissing Giselle’s neck.
Mille was thick but she was also long; Giselle swore she could feel that cock in her womb.
Millie pinched and stroked Giselle’s clit as she thrust into her lover. Damn with a faint sheen of sweat, her nipples hard and pointed to the ceiling as her lover arched her back, Giselle was so lovely and Millie felt almost humbled to have her wanton beneath her.
Giselle cried out, “So close…please…”
“Go ahead…come for me Giselle…”
Giselle shouted, her silken sheath pulsing and squeezing Millie’s cock. Her pussy became wetter, bathing that hard flesh inside her with her juices. “MILLIE!”
The squeeze felt so different on a cock that a tongue or fingers, it took Millie by surprise and ripped her orgasm from her. She came hard, shocked at the feeling of coming with a cock. It filled Giselle mixing with her lover’s honey.
They made love and fucked for hours, until regretfully the potion wore off. Then a not quite satisfied Millie ground her own pussy and swollen clit against Giselle until they came one more time.
Giselle clung to her, her thighs and pussy drenched with their juices and Millie’s cum. She felt claimed, a sense of belonging…
They fell asleep with Giselle clutched to Millie’s strong chest.
Forgetting they hadn’t cast a contraception charm…
XoooooX
Sophronia locked herself in her thankfully empty dormitory; she stripped down. Standing there wearing only her slip, panties, bra and stockings, she touched herself.
Her breasts hurt, her nipples ached…her panties were wet.
Sophronia touched her lips; they burned from kissing Greg.
She flushed, her finger slipping inside to touch herself. A whimper falling from her lips…
Damn…
She crawled into bed, lying on a pillow was a note and a box.
She opened it.
Happy late Solstice to our Queen, I’m sure that the ball and dancing with my brother will make you excited. So we’ve got you a gift. It’s only an egg. They feel really good on one’s breasts and clit. If it’s not enough…try riding your fingers, it helps.
Your advisor,
Giselle
Sophronia opened the box to find a flat hard object in the vague shape of an egg. It started to vibrate when she touched it.
She dropped it in shock, it fell into her lap and it ended up leaning on her pussy.
Sophronia whimpered, “Oh god…”
She awkwardly humped it, whimpering as it vibrated on her core.
Sophronia banished her wet panties and spread her folds so the egg vibrated on her bare flesh. She wildly cast silencing charms on the bed and rubbed herself against the toy.
She came with a whimper, “Greg…”
Her first orgasm left her tired and weak, so she curled up in her bed and cuddled a pillow.
It didn’t take long before she was in Morpheus’ hands…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
Meechypoo - Yay! I'm glad you're still reading this story and you're enjoying it. I really am trying with Aberforth even if I dislike Ginny. I will have more viktorge and chaise in the next chapter. I'm not sure how sweet those two couples are there this time...
Chaos Lady - Redemption's last update was already rather long but I'm posting your requested three-some in the second half of this chapter. Like I said to Meechypoo sweet might not be the proper choice to describe viktorge and chaise in this chapter...
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