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Inner Demon	By : JakeFalcon Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 44186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Tasks and Half-Veelas
The time left until the First Task was quite enjoyable for both Harry and Ginny, despite the fact that Harry had to prepare for the task. The ritual by itself had significantly augmented the amount of power he had at his disposal, the mating bond gave the second significant boost and the following bonds added to it.
During this time they discovered that magic was in some ways like a muscle, the more you used it, the stronger it got, which led to intense training sessions in the Room of Requirement which involved using as much magic as possible until both of them felt tired, but not drained. That came from Ginny, she was the one that realized that while they wanted to push their limits, they didn't want to leave themselves powerless after one of these sessions, not to mention the fact that they didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to their activities. As it was, their training sessions were so intense that they had to go at them without clothes lest they turned them to ashes because of the heat caused by all the magic they tried to channel at once.
Fighting against one another was pointless, the fact that they shared their minds made it impossible for one or the other to get the upper hand against one another. Still, that made it all the more challenging, trying to find ways of actually achieving something despite the fact that they knew what was thrown at one another before the magic even fully formed. It pushed both of them to move and react faster, both in using the magic and avoiding it and it forced them to become increasingly creative with what they used in both instances.
Already they were far beyond anything seen in a human wizard. The fact that they didn't use wands at all relieved them of needing time for incantations, wand movements and even specific spell effects. Instead of flinging spells they were using streams of magic which they molded with their minds through their instincts. The feeling of magic was incredible in both of them and all of their training sessions ended up in either lovemaking or hot unrestrained sex.
During all this time, Harry had started talking with Hermione once more, and was quick to notice that while she was somewhat affected by his pull, she seemed to realize something was off and managed to shrug it off. What was really surprising was that she seemed to be affected by Ginny's pull as well, which got both of them thinking.
Harry was somewhat leery of pulling Hermione into all this. While he was well aware of the fact that she had some nice curves under her clothes, courtesy of seeing through Ginny's eyes, he doubted she was the kind of girl that was willing to have sex without being in a serious relationship first. Also, while a bond with her would give her a significant boost in magical power, not to mention other benefits, he seriously doubted that she would accept having sex for something like that. To add to the issue, to reveal what he and Ginny were and could do, would also mean revealing what they did to the four slytherins.
The two of them agreed that Hermione would never stand for slavery no matter what the reasons. After all, she blew a gasket from the whole house-elf incident, she'd probably spontaneously combust at the idea of human slaves, not to mention human sex slaves... Ginny did wonder if she'd be more accepting if she knew that was why Pansy was so happy recently.
A lot of people had noticed that Pansy Parkinson was a lot more happy than she ever was. Having Draco, Crabbe and Goyle at her every whim was very good for her apparently. Draco was at first visibly sulking for the first week, but he seemed to get into it after some time. Even a simple slave bond had some benefits for the slaves and Draco was more than likely enjoying the sex. All of them were actually. With the four slytherins included in the deal, everyone had more chances of getting some action during the day due to the higher chances of getting overlapping free periods. Crabbe and Goyle had a lot of luck in particular since they took no electives besides Care of Magical Creatures after their Second year and had the most free periods out of all of them.
Another issue that bothered both of them was Ron. While they could understand that Ron had a lot of issues because he was the youngest of six brothers and with a younger sister that could stand out more easily than him, it hurt that with three years of knowing Harry he still did something like this. Normally Harry would have simply sulked, ignored Ron while not thinking about it and would have made up with Ron if he ever apologized. With the Tournament added to the equation he would have been so worried that he wouldn't have had much time to dwell on the situation anyway.
Things were rather different now. Despite all the time spent with training, or shagging, or in lessons or something of the sort, he still had quite a bit of time to think. The fact that both he and Ginny were up 24/7 meant that they had at least 8 extra hours that other people didn't and their new abilities allowed them to roam the castle at will without having to worry about being caught, they even made the invisibility cloak rather redundant. In this time it was easy to notice that he and Ron didn't have that much in common aside from Quidditch. Further evaluation showed that since he knew Ron he had become a bit more lazy than he had ever been in his life. Ginny was the first to point out that Ron tended to be a bit of a bad influence on him and Harry couldn't help but agree.
Still, he would deal with Ron if it became necessary. Though Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to be friends with someone who threw three years of friendship away without even giving you a chance to explain yourself...

The evening before the First Task found Harry, Ginny, Mandy and Mellinda with the four Slytherin slaves in the Room of Requirement, which was set up as a sort of large bath. At the moment, Ginny was having her upper back massaged by Crabbe, paying special attention to her wing joints, while Goyle was massaging her feet. Harry had Pansy massaging his upper back, with the same attention being paid to his wings, while Mandy was draped on his front and leisurely stroking his cock, relaxing him instead of arousing him. Draco was busy massaging Mellinda not too far from the rest of them.
One of the things that was extremely bothersome was having to hide their true natures. Harry and Ginny had to spend the day in human form, which meant having their wings and tails retracted. That left them feeling sore at the end of the day and while they could use magic to immediately remove the pain, it was far more satisfying to have it massaged away. They had decided that they would have a relaxing evening before the First Task, the whole lot of them.
While it had been shocking to discover that the task involved taking something from under a dragon's nose, that hadn't been the biggest of their worries. Both of them were basically fire proof and even if a dragon would smack them around it would at most leave them bruised, not injured. Harry especially was developing his fighting style in such a way that involved his body being able to take enormous amounts of punishment and simply regenerating while in combat. No, the biggest issue was going through the task without revealing Harry's true nature. While they both doubted that Dumbledore would kick Harry out of Hogwarts for being a demon hybrid, the public outcry would force his hand to do it.
The fear directed towards werewolves was nothing compared to the fear regarding demons. Even supposed dark wizards were wary of them and Voldemort himself had never attempted to summon demons because they were far too unpredictable and they tended to have their own agendas even if you were supposedly controlling them. Plus, the wizarding world tended to forget the difference between dark and evil. Voldemort was undoubtedly evil, for example, but someone like Draco who knew some dark magic was merely a dark wizard who could still use his skills to do good if he was so inclined.
They did come up with a plan though, even getting some help from Hermione for some research, though it wasn't for what she thought it was.

For Albus Dumbledore, this tournament was turning into pretty much what he expected. He had expected that Harry would have somehow ended up tangled with it and while there were ways to break the contract for him, he wanted to see the boy compete. There were insurances in place to prevent such an occurrence from happening, the Goblet of Fire was enchanted in such a way that allowed the contract between it and a champion to be dissolved if the champion hadn't knowingly entered his or her name. No amount of magic would prevent it from reading the intent of the would be participants and few people actually knew about it anyway.
He had been testing and preparing Harry from the moment he entered Hogwarts. The Philosopher's Stone had been both bait for Voldemort, meant to allow Albus to gain more information on his state and the means through which to test Harry. His opening statement that year had been carefully crafted to attract attention to the Stone's location, he had arranged for Hagrid to remove the Stone from Gringotts at the same time he took Harry to Diagon Alley. Then, the traps had been set with Harry and his friends in mind and Harry had performed beyond all expectations.
Harry's Second year was also a good test, he had discovered the diary early on, but he allowed things to play out as they had. It allowed him to further test Harry and gain valuable information on Tom. It allowed him to ascertain the fact that Voldemort had created a Horcrux, if not more than one, now he only had to find out how many more were out there if any. While the Weasley's daughter could have died, he had felt that the risk was worth it and Harry did come through in the end.
As for the last year, he had known for a while that Sirius was innocent, but if he allowed him to be freed, Harry would have left Privet Drive and he couldn't allow that to happen, especially since it was only a matter of time until Voldemort regained a body. Still, Sirius' escape provided a very good test for Harry's character. After all this was over, he would do everything in his power to set things right, until then, things had to stay the way they were.
Now, Albus found himself watching Harry come out of the tent to face the fiercest dragon they had. He noted curiously that Harry didn't seemed concerned at all and seemed to be regarding the dragon in an almost amused fashion. He wasn't sure what to make of this. If there was one thing he learned over the last three years, it was the fact that Harry Potter was an extremely resourceful wizard when he really wanted to be and as fearsome as a Hungarian Horntail could be, it was nowhere near as dangerous as the basilisk the boy faced in his second year. Truth be told, a dragon could be easily subdued with the right magic, the issue was that most wizards went about dragons the wrong way. Plus, Harry was more powerful than the average witch or wizard, the fact that he drove out over a hundred dementors with one patronus was proof of that.
As he thought about all this, he watched as Harry summoned a small stone and quickly transfigured it into a disk of obsidian that was two feet in diameter. He then inscribed the rim of the cicle with a simple but efficient rune sequence, one that he knew miss Granger had researched earlier in the library. The runes would allow the obsidian to store magical energy and then release and amplify it when a spell was cast at it, the properties of the obsidian itself would further aid in this. It was a good way to cast very high powered spells without damaging your body with the sudden magical surge.
Dumbledore watched as Harry placed the disk on the ground and began to charge it with magic. It took a couple of minutes after which he jabbed his wand at the center of the disk muttering an incantation, to low to be heard. The effect was shocking, both because of its scale and its efficiency. Chains made out of a strange silver metal erupted from the ground and shackled the dragon, pulling it to the ground and even closing its mouth shut. The chains immobilized its wings, all of its limbs, its neck and its tail before the unfortunate reptile even had the chance to realize what was going on.
Harry was sprinting towards the eggs before the dust even had a chance to settle. He took the golden egg and then ran off while the crowd was still shocked from the unexpected display of magic. The boy had just exited the arena when the obsidian disk returned itself to its original state of a small rock and the chains exploded into silvery sparks that provoked the now free dragon into roaring and spitting some flames around itself before it seemed to sulk.
Albus was amused by the shocked faces of the other judges, it was rather obvious that all of them hadn't expected much from Harry, but he knew that Harry was rather gifted with magic when he really wanted to achieve something and the spells he used weren't that amazing, only the scale they were used at made it unusual. Still, it was a very good plan, magic applied directly on a dragon had little effect, but if you used it around the dragon so to speak, it was a very different story.

Harry had barely returned the tent after receiving his scores before a red topped blur slammed into him and proceeded to snog the life out of him. He could tell through the bond that Ginny could barely restrain herself from ripping his clothes off and shagging him right then and there. Apparently watching him defeat the dragon with such casual ease turned her on immensely, but he managed to focus and push down the lust that enveloped the two of them. It wouldn't do to start something like this in public, as it was the snogging session was drawing some attention since they hadn't stop to breathe yet. So with that in mind he pulled his lips back, just in time to hear Ron yell.
"Oi, Potter, get your hands off my sister!" Harry only now realized two things. One, Ginny wasn't wearing robes and she had literally jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Two, he was holding her up with his hands, which were placed firmly on her bum. It was then that he noticed item number three, Ron was swinging his fist at him.
Harry's senses sharpened and to him it seemed as if Ron was moving in slow motion. He sidestepped Ron to his right and then raised his right leg, tripping Ron, all the while still keeping Ginny up. He watched as Ron fell flat on his face, again seemingly in slow motion and he could hear the distinctive sound of a nose breaking.
While Ron held his bloodied nose in his hands, Harry set Ginny on her feet. The two of them couldn't decide exactly how to handle the situation, on one hand, Ginny wanted to tear in her brother until his ears bled from her screaming, on the other hand, Harry thought that Ron really wasn't worth the effort of getting angry. In the end they decided to let Harry handle the situation with her input to see if he could salvage something out of his friendship with Ron, for the sake of the last three years.
"Hello to you too Ron." Harry said dryly while flicking his wand at Ron's nose, fixing it with a short burst of magic.
"What were you doing with my sister Potter!" Ron yelled, apparently not noticing who fixed his nose.
"I do believe it's called snogging. I don't know if you know what that is, but you should try it sometime, it tends to put you in a better mood."
Ron spluttered for a few moments before resuming his yelling. "I know what snogging is, what are you doing snogging MY baby sister and what do you think you're doing getting your hands all over her?!"
Harry snorted, while Ginny was the youngest of the Weasleys, she was most certainly not a baby. "Ron, have you looked at your sister recently? She's not a baby and if she wasn't going out with me, she might have been going out with someone else. So, I suggest you bugger off before SHE hurts YOU, I certainly won't have to bother."
It was then that it seemed that Ron took a look at his sister and took a step back. Harry knew that Ginny was quite angry at her brother and he didn't need to look at her to know that she was glaring at him in a way that would probably make the Horntail he just faced run away in terror. As it was, Ron mumbled some excuses and ran off before Ginny actually hexed him or worse. As soon as he was gone though, both Harry and Ginny burst out laughing, they were still angry at him, but the situation was still funny.
"Well, that didn't turn out well..." It was Hermione, she had been watching the whole thing and by the looks of her, she had been torn about what to do.
"Ron always was a bit of a git." Ginny muttered.
"So, since when has this been going on?" Hermione asked glancing between Harry and Ginny.
The two of them looked at each other, then back at Hermione, though it was Harry who replied. "Well, it sort of started after my name came out of the goblet. I was up late looking for spells or things I would need to know regarding the Tournament and Ginny came down after having a nightmare, that got us talking and here we are..."
"Good, I always knew that you two would get together in the end, though I didn't think you'd see what was right in front of you this soon. No offense Harry, but you can be a bit thick about girls." Hermione replied with a teasing smile.
"It was all a giant stroke of luck really." Ginny said. "Still, everything worked out in the end right?"
"I don't know about you two, but I'm a bit hungry, didn't have much for breakfast because of what was about to happen and facing a dragon gets a bloke hungry."
The three of them returned to the castle laughing, the first task was done and Harry was firmly in the lead after his amazing display and despite the issues with Ron, things couldn't be better.

After the First Task, Harry had noticed that Fleur, the Beauxbatons champion tended to pay a lot of attention to him whenever they happened to be in the same room or hallway. There was a new calculating look in her eyes and Harry could feel a heavy dose of lust as well, not to mention that she tended to use her veela pull on him with as much strength as she could muster. Unfortunately that meant hitting a lot of the other males in the area as well and for a half-veela she was quite strong. The end result was a lot of boys drooling at her and feeling randy as hell while Harry acted as if he didn't notice anything unusual.
At first, neither he nor Ginny knew that she was half-veela, since with her grandmother being the only veela in the family, she should have been quarter veela. The answer came (unsurprisingly), from Hermione, who explained to Harry how veela reproduction worked. Veela were a rather unique species in that they were an all female race. This meant that veela depended on males from other species for the purpose of having children, but that was all that a male normally was for a veela, a means to an end, either pleasure, or a child which would always be another veela in normal conditions.
Still, like all rules, there were exceptions. A veela could fall in love with a male, in which case she could bear either male children that belonged to the male's species (documented so far were: human, elves, dwarfs, goblins and even centaurs and meremen) or female and become half-veela. A resulting half-veela would then pass on her veela half to any female offspring they'd have. For that reason, any female children Fleur would have would end up being half-veelas themselves.
Hermione, this time blushing, proceeded to explain that veelas were rather sexual creatures and the odds of one man pleasing one were small, that was why half-veelas while not exactly rare, weren't that common either. So Fleur was a pretty unique case, at least while in Britain, veelas were not native to the British isles and so the odds were that Fleur was the only half-veela in the whole country. Technically, she could have any man or boy she wanted, so he was somewhat flattered that she was so interested in him, especially since both he and Ginny could tell that it wasn't because of his own demonic pull.
Still, Fleur's attention was causing both him and Ginny a constant state of arousal that tended to leave all the people they were bonded with exhausted from the amount of shagging they had. It was getting to the point where Harry was considering simply cornering Fleur somewhere in the castle, or even using his abilities to get to her in her room in the carriage and shag her until she begged him to stop. That would hopefully put an end to all this.
Thus, Harry was actually pleased when he noticed that Fleur was hiding in an unused classroom while he was heading for breakfast and didn't even attempt to fight her when she pulled him in the room by his robes and proceeded to attempt to snog the life out of him. Though, it was still her that pulled back since he could hold his breath longer than her.
"I was wondering when you would make a move." He said with a smirk directed at her. "You were driving me crazy all week!" Harry could tell by her smile that she had no idea in what way she was driving him crazy, not to mention that she had no idea what she was getting herself into.
"Oh? Zen why didn't you do somzing about eet?" She asked, using as seductive tone, tracing her hands along his back in a sensuous manner, using her pull on him, this time carefully focused. He had to hand it to her, if he was human, he'd be a putty in her hands right now, completely incapable of speaking.
"You will be mine 'Arry Potter. Somehow you managed to rezist me all week, but you are mine now, surrender to me 'Arry." Fleur whispered in her ear and now, Harry could feel magic in the air, veela magic, meant to bind him to her.
Harry's eyes narrowed when he realized what she was trying to do, she was trying to turn him into her sex toy so to speak. Her magic and the resulting bond would be different than the ones he could make, but she was only veela, and a half-veela at that. His instincts roared at the french girl's arrogance, how dare she even think that she could bind one such as himself in a submissive manner. Normally Harry tried to temper his responses to his demonic instincts, otherwise he could cause a lot of trouble, like killing Snape for acting like a prick to him. This time, Harry wanted to listen to them, he was angry and he could feel that Ginny was just as angry through the bond, spurning him to act.
He closed his eyes for a short moment and when he snapped them open, they glowed with magic in the form of emerald fire and a wave of magic burst forth from him.

Fleur didn't know what happened beyond the fact that somehow she ended sprawled down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, feeling dazed. Then there was a blur of movement and a hand yanked her by her hair and pushed her on the wall, causing her to cry out a bit. The hand moved to the back of her neck and tightened for a second, she could feel the strength and she knew that the owner of the hand could crush her neck if he so desired. She also knew the owner of the hand.
Any doubt she might have had regarding what her senses told her was dispelled when she heard him, hissing next to her ear, his breath sending shivers through her body, letting her know that she was aroused, despite her situation. "You thought you could simply take me Fleur? You assumed that I was some clueless horny teenager that would easily bend to your whims, despite powers, didn't you?"
"Oui." She whimpered, she felt his other hand, his right if she wasn't mistaken exploring her body, further arousing her and she knew that she couldn't stop what had been started. "You know what they say Fleur. Be careful what you wish for, because you never know when you actually get it."
He pulled her back and with his right hand somehow ripped her clothes to shreds, and pushed her over the teacher's desk, bending her over and holding her down with his left hand. His voice was once again next to her ear. "I will grant you your wish flower, but it may not be how you want it."
Fleur was worried, she had started the bond, but she was supposed to be the one dominating him, bending him to her will. The start of the bond caused her to become aroused in preparation of what was to come, but she had no idea what could happen if he was the one in control. She didn't have any idea how he was doing this, it should have been impossible for a human to resist her will like this, and it should have been impossible for him to be this strong, yet here she was, bent over a desk with him holding her down.
She felt him take her hands, and then he held them to her back with one hand by her wrists. Then he thrust in her while pulling her arms back, she screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain even as she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. Fleur could hear herself screaming as Harry fucked her, she could feel how his cock filled her to the brim with each thrust and she could feel her own hips thrusting back, despite herself, her body was enjoying this and wanted more. His other hand pulled on her hair as he fucked her, causing her to further arch back, she imagined that if anyone was before her, they'd have quite the show with her bouncing breasts put on display like this.
He was thrusting hard and fast and he actually seem to be gaining speed and strength, her hips slamming painfully in the desk with each thrust. It wasn't long before she came, screaming even harder, but he didn't even slow down, prolonging her orgasm, making it the longest she had had in her whole life.
Eventually she felt him come within her, Fleur had lost count of the number of times she came. He had let her arms and hair go a while ago, leaving her slumped on the desk as her pounded at her, he had actually pushed the desk to the wall while thrusting in her. She could feel Harry's hot cum spurt in her womb, she could tell that it was a lot more than was normal, but didn't care as his orgasm squeezed yet another one from her. When they were both done she could feel that he was still hard and that he came so much that it was actually leaking out from her.
She felt him pull out slowly, as if saying that if he wanted to, he could keep going. The desk was pulled back and Fleur closed her eyes hoping for some respite. She had never imagined that it was possible that as a half-veela she could be fucked so much and so hard that she would actually feel sore at the end of it.
Fleur was poked out of her stupor by a cock slapping her in the face. "Clean me." Harry's voice held a quiet anger and the french girl wasn't stupid enough to fight the command. She raised her head slightly careful to not look at anything other higher than his waist in a submissive gesture and started to lick his cock clean, tasting a mixture of his semen and her own juices. She kept licking after every trace was gone, not knowing what was expected of her.
"Stop and open your mouth." She did so and he put his cock in her mouth and started pushing it down her throat. Fleur was happy that she knew how to deep throat a man, otherwise she'd have been in bigger trouble than she already was. Even so, Harry was longer and thicker than any man she'd ever had before, so she knew that what would follow would be a challenge for her, still, she wasn't surprised when he started fucking her throat with almost the same intensity with which he fucked her pussy, chocking her regularly and changing the rhythm randomly to prevent her from getting used to it.
Luckily, he didn't keep it up as long as he had with her pussy and started coming down her throat. He kept cumming down her throat to the point that she was afraid that he'd choke her to death like that, but he pulled back, still coming and spraying his cum all over her face and hair. "Don't try to clean yourself up whore."
Fleur didn't bother with a reply, especially when she felt some sort of spell lubricating her asshole. She felt the tip of his cock at the entrance and she didn't have to wait long until her buried his entire length in her in one go. It felt good, again, pleasure with pain, she'd have screamed, but her voice failed quite a while ago, so she barely managed a faint whimper. She felt his hands on her armpits and he lifted her up and bounced her on his prick, again pushing her from orgasm to orgasm, pushing her so far that she felt herself squirt involuntarily.
The blond french girl had no idea how long he kept at it, she just wished she could faint, the pleasure was too much and she felt that she would lose her mind if this kept up much longer. Her body was overly sensitive and she couldn't explain why she wasn't unconscious by now. Still, it was too late to beg and she wondered if Harry was going to fuck her until she lost her mind. She had to admit that out of all the ways she may have imagined that she'd go, it wasn't at seventeen, caused by too much shagging.

Harry looked at the cum drenched blond before him with cold eyes. He had allowed her to pass out after he finally came in her ass, but continued to take out his displeasure on her body. Her two holes were dripping with cum and her whole body was covered with his semen. He had fucked her until he got bored of her unresponsive state, even fucking her breasts, which were the biggest he had the chance to touch to far and were quite conductive to titty fucking.
He heard the door opening and knew that his other four slaves had entered the room. He had mentally called them there, to take care of the newest addition to the slave group. "Pansy, you know what to do, she'll be reporting to you when she's up and about again. Keep her out of my or Ginny's sight for at least a few days, otherwise we might actually fuck her until she completely breaks."
Harry then retracted his wings and tail, he didn't even use them on her, then redressed and left the room without another word. Part of him was disgusted with what he had just done and while he knew that his instincts and anger combined with Ginny's wouldn't have been denied, he couldn't help but wonder if he couldn't have done this differently. This bond was different from the one with the others, because of Fleur's half-veela status. Her own magic had formed its own bond, tying her as his slave even if he released her from the bond that he had formed with his own magic. He didn't know anything about veela magic and neither did Ginny so they didn't know if the bond could be broken and if it could, what effects it could have.
He faded into the shadows and reappeared next to Ginny, who had moved to her bed in the dorms. He fell into her arms, not knowing what to do or think because of the situation. Ginny didn't say anything, she simply enveloped him in her wings and let his head rest on her breasts, using them as a pillow.

When Fleur woke up, she felt slightly disoriented, but was clearly aware of one fact. "Master is angry at me." She whispered.
"You have no idea exactly how angry." A snide voice said from her left. She looked to see a blond boy with a pointed face, looking at her with a combination of a sneer and an amused expression. He handed her a potion, which she drank, recognizing it as one meant to ease soreness. She realized that she was in a transfigured bed, in the same classroom in which Harry had taken her earlier.
"It's after dinner in case you were wondering." She looked to her right and saw a black haired young woman that was regarding her with a calculating expression. "So tell me. Do you always try to enslave people without knowing the consequences of your actions? Don't answer that, I doubt I want to know."
The girl took a slight pause, apparently considering her words before she continued. "Ok you worthless bint, here's what you need to know. You're one of Harry's slaves now, and I'm the head slave, so unless he or his mate says otherwise, everything I say goes." Fleur nodded in understanding. "The next thing you need to know is that him and Ginny, the girl you've obviously seen hanging around him all the time are part demon hybrids, which means that they could literally fuck you until you lose your mind because of the pleasure. Harry came close to doing just that to you, be happy that he's a nice person despite what he is. The rest of us wouldn't have held back in his place."
"You are to stay out of Master's hair until he says otherwise. You, like these three idiots don't have the right to call him anything other than master, except if there are people present that we wouldn't want to know about this. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Good. You're in for a long ride frenchy, because you pissed the two of them off far more than the rest of us four ever did..."

AN: Finally... I know it's late, but real life doesn't give a crap about my writing. grr... As it is, I'm wondering if I shouldn't have kept this chapter back for a few more days, since I'm still not exactly pleased with it, but I suppose I can edit it later. The "plot" thickens anyway, what little of it there is at this point.
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