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True to predictions, Ron shoots his seed
into Millie’s bum with a howl and collapses almost immediately afterwards.
Millie is likewise drained, leaving it up to
Luna to get both the others presentable incase anyone walks in. She moves the others to her master’s room and
strips them down before laying them in bed and then joining them.
Elsewhere, in the
house, Hermione quickly seeks out a certain pink haired woman, “Tonks, I need
some help.”
“Watcher Hermione,
what can I do to help?”
The bushy haired
witch blushes, “I need to have a talk with Harry concerning our relationship
and if it’s just the two of us, well, we’ll dance around it and not get
anywhere.”
Tonks smiles, “And
you want me there to make sure certain things get said?”
“Basically. I’ve told you more than I want anyone else to
know, but since you already know, you can say things that I’m simply too
embarrassed to say.”
“And I also happen
to know my master well enough to do the same thing for him.”
Hermione breaths a
sigh of relief, “Thanks Tonks. Now,
where’s Harry?”
The Auror focuses
on the young man in question, “The study, he’s heard some interesting sounds
from the library I think.”
The two witches
walk to the study and enter without benefit of knocking, “Hello Dora, you
wished to speak with me?”
Tonks blushes,
“You felt the probe master?”
“I did, but don’t
worry, I know you won’t betray anything you find in my head Dora.”
The woman blushes
as she looks at the young man, “Thanks Harry.”
“Now, what did you
wish to speak to me about?”
Hermione draws her
wand and casts over a dozen privacy charms before she turns back to one very
curious Harry James Potter. “Sorry
Harry, but I’m going to be embarrassed by this conversation and I don’t want
any interruption.”
Harry nods, “I’ll
take it this has to do with exactly why your father asked me if I’d buggered
you yet.”
The witch’s face
goes beet red, “Oh my god, he didn’t!”
“He did.”
“Oh gods, I can’t
believe that he actually asked you that outright.”
“Oh, I don’t know,
it does make things a bit easier on me, now that I know that you’re interested
and ready.”
Hermione looks
down to her feet, “I’ve been ready for a while now Harry, I just didn’t think
you were.”
Harry stands up
and walks over to Hermione so he can wrap his arms around her, “And you were
probably right. It was you’re dad’s
question that finally got me thinking about the whole matter. I still utterly refuse to pressure you
Hermione, but if you’re interested, I’m willing.”
Tonks smiles as
she leans against the door, out of sight, and hopefully out of mind as far as
the teenaged lovers go.
“H- H- Harry, I’m
interested.”
“Alright Mione,
did you have something in mind?”
“Yes I did.”
The two move over
to the loveseat somehow without releasing each other. As Hermione reluctantly explains what she wants,
Harry’s eyebrows endeavor to climb into his hairline.
“So that’s it
Harry, do you think I’m a freak or something?”
Harry instantly
sees red, “You are not a freak Hermione!”
Tonks is instantly
at her master’s side, “Calm down Harry, calm down.”
The wizard
tightens his grip on his girlfriend protectively as he works to dissipate the
anger that had spiked within him. “Sorry
about that Mione, but you managed to hit one of my major buttons.”
“I noticed and for
that I apologize.”
“It’s alright,
anyways, to answer the spirit of your question, no I don’t think you’re too
twisted. I’ve given each girl since
Bella and Cissa her request when it came to her first time, and I’m not about
to change that now.”
Harry reaches out
an arm and snags Tonks shoulders, pulling her down onto the loveseat with him
and Hermione. The three simply snuggle
there, doing nothing more than enjoying the presence of the other two.
_______________
Sunday night the
teens return to Hogwarts with no fanfare, many with heavy thoughts on their
minds.
As the last of the
group enters the Headmasters, Albus says, “Harry, I need to speak to you for a
moment, alone if you please.”
Harry nods his
head, “Guys, head back to the dorm.
Dora, stay please.”
Once the three are
alone, Harry says, “What did you see in the Mirror of Erised?”
Dumbledore smiles,
“I saw myself wearing woolen socks. Your
caution is not unappreciated. Now onto
the matter at hand, tomorrow morning, Severus is going to begin teaching the Patronus. Now, I am well aware of the fact that you can
summon a very powerful Patronus, but we need the ability to desert you
tomorrow. There are those in the school
who report to Tom who are suspicious of how well you are getting along with
Severus and a minor demonstration to the effect that he is still somewhat
antagonistic towards you will help aid
his further credibility. Also,
the Patronus is almost impossible for a Dark wizard to cast.”
Harry nods slowly,
“A second string to convince old snake face that his scheme is working.”
“Exactly, now I
cannot force you to do this, but I can request it.”
The young man
sighs, “Very well, I’ll try to botch the assignment tomorrow Albus, but I can’t
promise anything.”
The old man nods
in understanding, “It is very difficult for those with skill and knowledge not
to use it, but be careful Harry, that can lead to the Dark as easily as murder
and torture.”
Tonks looks ready
to thump the headmaster as she leaves the office with her master. Once they’re safely away from prying ears
Tonks says, “That manipulative old fuck!”
Harry looks at his
pink haired Thrall in shock.
“Harry, if there’s
one way to injure a person’s use of the Patronus, it’s to wound their
confidence in themselves.”
The wizard scowls
and turns to the wall, “Expecto Patronum!”
A silvery stag
leaps from Harry’s wand and looks about expectantly for a moment until it fades
away.
The messy haired
young man smiles, “Looks like I still got it.”
_______
In the morning,
Harry has butterflies in his stomach as he and his friends approach the DADA classroom. He’s not sure whether or not to be upset when
he sees Malfoy waiting in the classroom.
The two rivals merely nod at each other before class begins.
Snape scowls at
the class, “Good morning. Today, we will
begin the study of the Patronus Charm.
If you are a complete idiot you may not be aware of the fact that it is
used to drive off Dementors. Mr. Malfoy,
do you know the other primary use the Patronus?”
Draco swallows as
he looks at his Head of House, “Err, it’s also used to defend yourself against
a Lethifold, the only real defense actually.”
“Very good Mr.
Malfoy, I see your time away from class has not been misspent, fifty points for
Slytherin. Also worthy of note, a Dark
Wizard will almost never be able to produce a proper Patronus.” Snape’s voice suddenly becomes extremely
sarcastic, “Since we already have an acknowledged master of the Patronus,
perhaps Mr. Potter could be so kind as to demonstrate. After all, if you can produce a corporeal
Patronus during an actual Dementor attack and your O.W.L. examination it should
be no problem for you now.”
Harry reluctantly
stands up and walks to the front of the classroom, he swallows as he reaches
the mark on the floor, “E-e-expecto
Patronum.”
To Hthe
surprise of most of the class, absolutely nothing happen.
“Come on boy,
surely you can do better than that.”
Harry bites off
the sharp words as Snape’s tone reawakens their old feud. His voice is solid as a rock as he reminds
himself that this was planned out, “Expecto Patronum!”
Again nothing happens
and Snape breaths an internal sigh of relief, the strength in the young man’s
voice had him expecting to see a silvery stag prancing about the classroom for
the next hour. “Very well Mr. Potter,
your vaulted ‘skill’ seems to have deserted you for today, perhaps another
time. Return to your seat.”
The Boy-Who-Lived
is fuming as he returns to his seat, but he waves off his friends attempts at
conversation.
Harry is still
furious when he returns to his rooms after classes are done for the day,
“Cissa, Tonks, go fetch Bella.”
The two women
almost jump as their master snaps at them and hurry out the door as Harry goes
to the study. He growls as he paces the
room, unable to suppress his anger, despite continuous efforts throughout the
day.
Bellatrix Black walks
into the study, “You sent for me master?”
“I did, come with
me,” Harry says and leads his Thrall to the playroom. “You wanted me to start taking out my anger
on you Bella, well here’s your first dose.
Strip, now.”
The dark haired
woman almost sets a record in her efforts to disrobe, “What would you have me
do master?”
Harry fetches one
of the riding crops from the wall, “Bend over that block of wood.”
Bella eagerly
complies with her masters orders, her cunt already dripping at the anticipated
pain.
The young wizard
proves once and for all that he would have made an excellent beater, at least
in Bellatrix’s opinion, as he brings the crop down on her bum with all the
force he can manage.
The bent over
witch screams as glorious pain tears through her body.
Harry starts to
rain down blows on Bella’s arse at an unholy rate, not caring when blisters
start to rise on the abused skin nor when his Thrall climaxes. Finally, Harry’s arm feels like cooked
spaghetti and he surveys his work with morbid curiosity. “Are you alright Bella,” he asks in a subdued
voice.
Bellatrix tries to
straighten up, be finds she lacks the strength, “I’m fine master. Thank you for both your concern and your
efforts on my behind.”
Harry shakes his
hand, “What would you like me to do?”
“If you would
please master, move me over to one of the tables and send my sister in, she’s
well versed in dealing with this.”
The young wizard
is almost relieved when Bellatrix is safely in Narcissa’s hands. He then retreats to the study and summons Tonks
to him.
“Wotcher Harry,
you called.”
“Yes I did
Dora. I’m trying to work out some stuff
and I need some help.”
“What can I do you
for?”
“It’s Pansy. You, Bella, Cissa, even Cho all seemed to
have no problem with Hermione, but Pansy is throwing the whole thing off.”
Tonks swallows and
knows she might well regret what she’s about to say, “Harry, all of us expect
Pansy accept Hermione as our mistress because we knew how much you cared for
her. Pansy’s problem I think stems from
two things. First and foremost, when you
claimed my aunts, you didn’t restrain yourself.
You actually pushed all your energy into the spell, which means that you
used the spell to its full advantage and completely altered their perceptions. Since then, whenever you’ve claimed another
Thrall, you’ve held back, including with me.
You have deliberately gone out of your way to make sure the personality
changes weren’t so pervasive. This
unfortunately leads directly to the second problem. I suspect that in Pansy’s mind, she’s doing
what she believes is best for you, providing the best possible mate, which to
her means a pureblood of child-bearing age.
Unfortunately, of all your Thralls, she’s the only one who fits the
bill. Master, I expect that if you want
her to finally cooperate, you will first have to break her will and then
rebuild her as you would have her.”
Harry nods his
head, “Retrieve Pansy for me Dora. There
are some questions I need answered.”
Tonks is almost
scared for the girl as she notes her masters’ scowl.
The two witches
return quickly, “You sent for me Harry?”
“Three
things. First you are overdressed.”
Pansy swallows as
she pulls off her robe, revealing a jumper and jeans. She’s blushes slightly as Harry nods,
indicating for her to continue.
Harry smiles when
she pulls her jumper over her head, exposing her naked breasts to the cool air.
Tonks is
pleasantly surprised at the domineering way her master seems to be asserting
himself over his Thrall.
Pansy looks to
Harry as she tosses her jumper aside and he merely continues to look at
her. She reluctantly reaches for the
button on her slacks. She swallows
nervously as she undoes the clasp and lowers them to the ground. When she stands up Harry can see she has
continued to follow his instructions as he sees her shaven cunt.
“Very good
Parkinson. Now two, you misaddressed me
when you walked in.”
Pansy racks her
brains trying to figure out what she did wrong, “I apologize, but I don’t know
what you mean.”
“What did you call
me when you walked in here?”
“I called you
Harry.”
“Correct, and that
is the problem.”
Realization dawns
on Tonks as she realizes what the young man is getting at. She smirks behind Pansy’s back and winks to
Harry to indicate she understands. “What
is he Pansy?”
“He’s my
master. Oh, I should have called you
master.”
“Correct, Tonks
and Cho can call me Harry because they are friends of mine. You however are simply a slave to me right
now. I shall inform you when you may
address me by my given name in private.
Now for the third item, I hereby command you as your master to tell me
your reasons for not wishing to become a Death Eater.”
Pansy swallows and
decides that it would be best in the long run to get the whole affair out in
the open, “It is quite simple master. I
do believe that purebloods are highly superior to the common,” Pansy catches
herself just in time, “muggleborn.
However, I also believe that there are too many of them for us to fight
successfully let alone dominate.
However, those aside master, I knew how caring you are. I know that when you fail You-Know-Who the
punishments are extreme. Those
punishments would be the standard Cruciatus Curse as well as the standard
threat of death. However, for me and
Millie, as women, we would also be gang raped when we failed to please the Dark
Lord. I heard my father speak of the
times that the Death Eaters had with Bellatrix and how the Dark Lord would
occasionally delight in setting Bellatrix a task he knew she had no hope of
completing just so that he’d have a reason to order her further debasement.”
Harry nods in
understanding and with a new found respect for Bella. “Alright, I can accept that. However, my earlier declaration still
stands. Dora, pass the word to the
others. Pansy is to obey every last man
and woman in this group, my retainers as well as my Thralls. She may only refuse to obey them is if it
would endanger her long-term health or if it would violate one of my standing
rules or orders.”
The pink haired
woman nods, “It will be as you command master.”
“Thank you
Dora. Pansy, you are forbidden from
wearing anything beyond socks and shoes while in the suite. You may enter from the outside still clothed,
but must remove all your clothing immediately.”
Pansy nods her
head, “I hear and I obey master.”
_________
Hermione and Luna
are in the school library doing research for their classes when Draco slowly
walks towards Hermione, “Granger, I need to speak to you.”
Hermione’s wand is
in her hand as she turns to the platinum blonde boy, “What Malfoy?”
“I need to speak
to Potter and you are the best means I have of conveying that to him.”
The bushy haired
looks at him, “Come along Luna, let’s go.”
Draco turns around
to find Loony Lovegood pointing her wand at his back.
The two witches
leave the library, all the while keeping an eye on Draco who sits at the table
Hermione had just left. They quickly
walk to Rowena’s portrait and start looking for Harry.
Pansy is just
walking out of the study with a bad taste in her mouth from having to lick
Tonks juices from her master’s staff while he was shagging her.
“Pansy where’s
Harry?”
Parkinson wants to
lie so badly she can taste it, but she tells Hermione, “He’s in the study
recovering.”
Hermione can guess
what he’s recovering from so she knocks before entering, “Come in.” She finds Tonks still on Harry’s lap and her
face red from exertion.
“Harry, Malfoy
says he wants to speak to you.”
“Did he say what
about?”
“No, and I didn’t
think to ask.”
Harry has Tonks
get off his lap reluctantly and Hermione’s mouth goes dry as she sees his still
half-erect tool. He quickly fixes his
appearance, “Well, best not to keep Malfoy waiting if he’s actually willing to
talk.”
Harry takes Tonks,
Luna and Hermione with him as he walks to the library.
Draco is right
where the girls had left him. Harry
walks up to him, “You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?”
Draco nods his
head and reaches for his wand, only to stop in mid-draw as the group level
their wands at him. “I only want to do a
privacy charm.”
Harry nods and
Tonks casts half a dozen quick privacy spells.
“Now what did you wish to discuss?”
“Simple Potter, a
truce between us. My mother came to me
while I was recovering and told me many things, things I don’t want to believe,
but do. She told me that the Dark Lord sacrificed
her to you for some reason and that I can believe. Then my father gave up his life to protect
the Malfoy fortunes for me. I would be
remiss in both my duty as a son and the patriarch of the Malfoy Family if I
were to throw away his sacrifice and re-endanger the family fortunes by joining
the Dark Lord. I am not one of your
biggest fans, though I’ll admit I was until you turned out to be such a
wuss. Regardless, I will not join the
Dark Lord, but nor will I become a part of your little group.”
Harry nods his
head, “I can live with you simply being neutral, though I doubt Tom will. Malfoy, I will say this plain and
simple. So long as you maintain your
neutrality, I will not even try to stop you from seeing your mum.”
The blonde boy
smiles, “Thank you. I wasn’t sure how to
ask for that.”
Harry holds out
his hand reluctantly, “Who knows Malfoy, keep this up and your mother may just
make the two of us friends.”
Draco hesitantly
takes Harry’s hand, “I wouldn’t count on it Potter, but we live in a world of
magic, so who knows.”
Tonks takes down
the privacy charms and the group breaks up, Draco heading to the dungeons while
Harry and his ladies return to their suite.
_______
Back in the study,
Harry is once more looking through the book of marital aid spells when he comes
across a bookmark, in the form of a picture.
He removes the picture, which is facing away from him and turns it
around to look at it. The young man
almost passes out from what he sees.
It’s another
photograph of James and Lily, only here, James is wearing his school uniform
while Lily is kneeling at his feet completely naked with a collar attached to
the leash James is holding. She also
somehow appears to have grown dog ears and Harry’s world starts to spin when he
realizes that it is a Wizarding photograph as Lily pulls up her leg to scratch
behind her ear, giving Harry a clean look at her bald crotch.
Harry puts face
down on the desk quickly. “Mum, dad, I
really wish you were here right now so I could punch the both of you!”
He goes to bed
shortly after that, trying his best not to think about the photo he’d found.
_______
Harry breaths a
sigh of relief when the week ends, bringing a close to the DADA chapter on the
Patronus Charm. The heckling he’d
received from the Slytherin’s, except for Draco, had almost pushed the young
wizard to retaliation in force.
Everyone from
Thrall to teen breaths easier after the last bell rings Friday afternoon. Ron and Luna corner Harry in the study, “Hiya
mate.”
“Ron, Luna, what’s
up?”
Luna looks over to
her lover who nods his head, “Well, we would like to reserve the playroom
tonight.”
Harry arches an
eyebrow, “Do I even want to know?”
Ron and Luna look
at each other before Ron says, “Probably not chum.”
“I thought
so. Very well, talk to the ladies and if
they don’t mind, then the room’s yours for the night.”
The lovers leave
smiling and quickly make the requisite stops to ensure that no one will be
disturbing them before they and Millie secure the playroom for their evening of
fun.
_________
Tonks takes a
steadying breath as she enters the study, “Master, may I speak with you?”
Harry closes the
book he’s reading and waves to a chair, “Of course Dora. What can I do for you?”
The pink haired
woman ignores her master’s tacit invitation to sit and instead kneels down at
his feet and kisses each in turn, “Master, I have a request for you. This is a hard thing for me to ask and I
suspect even harder for you to grant, but I wish to make my desire known.”
The wizard arches
his eyebrows at Tonks sudden submissiveness, “Very well, I will hear your
request and I will think on it before giving you an answer.”
“Thank you
master. I- I- I- Oh to hell with it, I
want to have your child.”
Of all the things
Tonks could have possibly asked for, this was on the bottom of the things Harry
had expected. “I… can’t give you an
answer right now Dora. Actually, yes I
can. I outright forbid the use of
fertility spell, charms, potions, etc.
However, if you choose to discontinue the contraceptive potions and
spells that is up to you. If you become
pregnant as a result, then so be it.”
Tonks once more
lowers her head to her master’s feet to kiss each, “Thank you master, you have
allowed more than I dared to hope. May I
have my first chance now master?”
“Dora, you’ve had
your turn lately, don’t be greedy.”
The kneeling woman
blushes at the rebuke, “As you will master, would you like to spank me?”
Harry just looks
at his Thrall who suddenly starts to giggle, “Alright Harry, I’ll admit the try
was obvious, but you can’t blame a woman for trying now can you?”
“Get outta here, I
have work to do.”
“Yes master.”
Tonks quits the
room with a delighted spring in her step.
________
Luna sighs in
contentment as the wood closes around her neck and wrists and Millie locks the
stocks in place.
Ron looks at his
girlfriend’s alabaster skin and then to the item beside him, “Luna, are you
sure about this?”
“I am Ronald. Whenever you are ready.”
All three of them
are completely naked with Luna immobilized in the stocks.
The young man
reaches for the iron in the brazier and draws it out reluctantly, “I doubt I’ll
ever be ready for this Luna, but if you are, I can make myself.”
Luna closes her
eyes as she anticipates the sweet pain that’s to come.
Ron looks at the
red hot end of the iron and feels his stomach roll.
Millicent can see
how nervous her master is, his hand is unnaturally steady, but the rest of him
is shaking like a leaf.
Ronald Weasley
grabs midway up the iron to steady it and he aims for his girlfriend’s flawless
arse.
The blonde doesn’t
even try to hold in the scream as glorious pain rips through her body as the
hot iron burns her skin. As it starts to
pull away, Luna’s scream takes on a different note as she climaxes.
Ron and Luna are
both sweating bullets as the iron is return to the brazier. “Luna, are you alright?”
“I’m wonderful
Ronald, thank you. Now continue to the
next phase please.”
Ron shakes his
head, still not completely used to this side of his beloved’s personality. He parts Luna’s arsecheeks and pulls her
buttplug from its resting place.
Millie smiles and
brings the buttplug to her lips so she can suck on it while her mistress
prepares to lose her final cherry.
The blonde focus’s
on staying loose as she feels the crown of her lover’s staff press against her
backdoor. As he slowly pushes in, Luna’s
world starts to spin as she is stretched oh so pleasurably.
Even before he is
half way in, Ron has to mentally recite Quidditch rules and plays to keep his
control in place.
When her lord’s
hips come to rest against her arse, and not incidentally her new branding, Luna’s
world explodes in a combination of pain and climax.
Ron’s control is
shattered at the sudden spasms around his cock and he lets loose his seed with
a howl.
The large
ex-Slytherin has licked every square millimeter of her mistress’ buttplug when
her master orgasms. She drops the plug
instantly and helps her master sit down.
She drops to her knees and instantly starts to clean off her master’s
staff.
Ron strokes his
Thrall’s hair as she slowly sucks his cock.
Once she is sure
her master is completely clean she pulls away and crawls over to her
mistress. Fully on her knees, Millie can
see her target.
Luna squeals as
her cheeks are parted and she feels a pair of lips seal around her arsehole.
Millie’s cheeks
are burning at her self-inflicted humiliation as she eagerly sucks her master’s
cum from her mistress’s arse.
The blonde is
shocked at this turn of events and even more so when the woman behind her
starts to finger her cunt.
Ron is slowly
stroking his cock as he watches the spectacle before him. Deciding to take advantage of the golden
opportunity presented to him and walks to in front of Luna.
Luna Lovegood is
quite surprised to be presented with her master’s tool; however, she eagerly
opens her mouth and lets him set the pace.
________
Harry is alone in
the study contemplating his situation.
Finally he makes his choice and summons Bella, Cissa, and Tonks to him.
The three women
look curiously at each other as they enter their master’s presence.
“Ladies I’ve made
a decision and now I need for you to quickly lay the groundwork to make it
work.”
Harry lays out his
plans and the ladies recognize it as a variation on several public scenarios
they’d discussed. When he’s done, each
woman nods her head. Cissa says, “Very
well master, when do you wish to do this?”
“Tomorrow if at
all possible, I don’t want Tom to get too suspicious of my alignment.”
The women nod
again, “Alright master, we’ll get on it immediately.” The ladies leave their master, all hoping
that things go as planned.”
Later, each of the
ladies report their part of the plan completed.
A/N: Until next
time.
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