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Revenge of the MHP	By : reddragon Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 51869 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Don't feel bad for her, Ron,” Harry commanded as he leaned back in his chair. Luna shifted with him, obediently remaining in position as he continued to stroke her. “I haven't gotten her knocked up – yet – but I will soon. She'll make a good little brood mother, won't you Luna?”
“Oh, yes, my Lord!” Luna giggled.
Ron shook his head, tried to plead with her, to plead with Harry, but his throat was too dry. He could no longer feel his shoulders and arms, and every breath burned as his lungs struggled. It was getting hard to think, his mind slowing down as if the thoughts had to drag themselves through a thick layer of slushy mud to get themselves heard. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but all he managed was a weak, wheezing cough. Thin, liquidy shit trickled down the inside of his legs as how bowels let go.
“Well, he didn't last nearly as long as I had thought,” Hermione pronounced with a frown.
“You always were a bit of an optimist where we were concerned,” Harry chuckled. “But Ron was always a bit of a church mouse, wasn't he? I mean, I, at least, had Quidditch to keep me in shape. And I know you well enough to know you probably kept yourself busy...?”
“A simple regimen of healthy exercises, of course,” Hermione replied. She paused to give her breasts a bit of a squeeze. “”Though not so much that I might have overdone it, of course. A girl must consider all aspects of her figure, after all.”
This time Harry didn't just chuckle, but laughed out loud. “Why, Hermione! Whoever knew that you could be so vain! And here everyone thought you were only interested in books, studying, and studying books!”
Hermione flushed at his comment. “Just because you and that... that... boy over there couldn't see whammph!”
Her protest was cut off has Harry pushed Luna aside, grabbed Hermione by the back of the neck, and pulled her into a long, deep kiss. Hermione resisted for a moment, not wanting to waste a good tirade, but it wasn't long before Harry had managed to coax her lips apart so that he could tease her tongue with his own. “Hermione Granger, you are the, not one of but the, loveliest girl that I know, and I could not imagine anyone else as the queen at my side as you are also the smartest. Do not believe for a moment that I never noticed you; only my own fears of impotence and losing you ever gave me cause to hold back.”
“And now?” Hermione whispered.
“And now we shall upend the wizarding world and forge of the ruins a new kingdom,” Harry murmured reassuringly. “Centuries from now the students at this castle will not be learning about Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but Hermione the First, the queen who helped to found a reign that lasted for a thousand years.”
“A thousand years?” Hermione giggled. “Harry, be reasonable-”
Harry shook his head. “Why not? We know the Philosopher's Stone is a real thing, Hermione. And if Nicolas Flamel could figure out how to make back in the 1200s, I don't see why you couldn't make a better one with more than seven hundred years worth of improved magical knowledge to help you. I do not fear death, Hermione, not when I know that with you at my side we will end up conquering it instead.”
“A thousand years,” Hermione whispered as she sat back to think of the possibilities. She thought about her use of the Time Turner back in their third year, and how many opportunities it had opened up for her. But the pace she had been trying to set for herself had been too grueling to sustain for long, and she had easily given it up rather than suffer through that sort of insanity for another year. But if she had a thousand years... Forget simple limiting herself to magical studies! There were all sorts of fascinating developments coming out of the muggle scientific world, wonders and man made miracles that she only saw hints of when she visited her parents for the breaks and holidays.
What if that was the key to solving the world's great problems? It was supposed to be impossible for magic to make food, but why didn't they use magic to grow food? With the right applications of power even the most barren deserts could be turned into breadbaskets. Then there was the matter of disease. Hermione had been curious, and as far as she could tell there weren't any magical STDs, while contraception was handled by a simple potion. She doubted it would solve the whole abortion debate (the same fundamentalists who opposed abortion on religious grounds were unlikely to be thrilled by a solution that forced them to rely on witches and wizards, after all) but it would help things in the long run. And space travel! What if the Bubble Headed charm could be modified and expanded to encompass an entire ship or settlement? How difficult would it be to terraform mars? Forget hiding from the muggles, they could claim an entire planet for their own!
Hermione wondered, briefly, if she was the first to imagine these things, and how many other witches might have already failed in her place. At the same time, there was certainly a derth of original thinking in the magical world, and their continued insistence that muggles be treated like second hand citizens meant the average wizard was glaringly ignorant of the world around him. She doubted even Harry had enough imagination, even though he certainly had the ambition and enthusiasm to support her. She could do this!
“Oh, Harry, that would be absolutely wonderful!” she cried out. This time she pulled him into the kiss, leaving him happily dazed when they finally broke apart to breathe. “What is our next move?”
“We need to get Hogwarts closed,” Harry stated firmly. He motioned to Ron. “This is a good start, of course. Between the death of Dumbledore and Snape, the combined “disappearance” of the four of us, and now Ron's death, it has been demonstrated that the school is terribly unsafe for the remaining students. The problem, however, is that all the casualties have been rather lopsided on behalf of the Order of the Phoenix and its allies. McGonagall will do everything she can to keep the school open despite that, thinking that this will be allow her to concentrate the Order's remaining resources in one place. What we need to do now is hammer the other side almost as bad as the Order has been hammered. We need to get Lucious Malfoy involved.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“Simple,” Harry answered with a cruel smile. “We are going to do something we have both wanted to do very much since the first time we met him: we are going to kill Draco Malfoy.”
Across the room Ron gave another hacking cough. This, for some reason, was especially irritating to Hermione. “Harry, can I please just finish him off now?”
“Of course, Hermione,” Harry answered with a nod. “I would hate to deprive you of the honor. Though, a favor? If you could please try the killing curse?”
Hermione tipped her head sideways. “Harry?”
“Please?” Harry repeated. “There is something I must now if we are to continue, something that I am still not sure of. I think this might prove it once and for all.”
Hermione paused as she tried to decide what it was that Harry might still be concerned over, having already killed two men, raped a girl, and helped to brainwash another. “I don't understand.”
“And I would prefer not to explain it, lest I ruin the experiment,” Harry said sternly. “Now, if you would please?”
Hermione stared at him for a moment before shrugging and turning towards Ron. She raised her wand high and cast, “Avada kedavara!”
Nothing happened. There was no flash of green light, no unerring beam of light, and Ron's chest continued to rattle as he slowly slipped into death. Hermione looked at her wand with a frown, raised it once more, and this time bellowed, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Still nothing.
Behind her, Harry let out a sigh of relief. “Now the strangulation curse.”
Hermione shook her head and took a moment to regain her composure, then turned back to Ron and said, “Asphyxia.”
Ron immediately began to thrash as all the air around his head suddenly vanished. They could see him trying to scream, his mouth spasming wide as he tried desperately to find any oxygen at all, but the curse was absolute in its effects. He managed to rip one of his arms free of the nail pinning it to the wall, splashing the room around him with blackish blood, and grabbed at his throat, clawing at his skin. There was an audible crack as his struggles broke one of his legs, his entire body sagging to that side as it lost some of its support. When it was over he half hung from the wall, his ripped open hand dangling towards the floor as if he was stretching for something just out of reach.
Hermione turned back to Harry, a look of panic on her face. “Harry, I'm sorry, I don't know why it didn't work! I know I was doing the motions right, and the words are simple... Maybe I just need to practice more.”
Harry shook his head. “I'm sorry, Hermione, but I wanted you to fail. Do you remember what Moody told us fourth year? Only those with a killing intent, a pure hatred in their hearts, can cast the killing curse. It means that despite all that we have done, that despite all we are planning to do, we are at least pure in our intentions.”
Hermione sagged in relief. She hadn't failed him, after all. “So we're going to kill Draco next?”
Harry nodded. “With Draco dead, Lucius will have a fit. Draco is not just his only son, he is practically an extension of Lucius, and heir of just more than property but of body and mind as well. We'll most likely have to kill Crabbe and Goyle as well, and while we know their parents aren't as powerful within the ranks of the Death Eaters the fact that their children were killed as well will send the message that no Death Eater's child is safe. Unlike McGonagall, who still trusts her allies, they will become paranoid that their own spawn are next, and they will fear betrayal at the hands of others with in their cabal. If we're truly lucky, they might actually go to war amongst themselves on the basis that this was all some sort of twisted power play to steal the Malfoy's favor away from Voldemort. They will quickly pull their own children from Hogwarts in belief that they can best protect them themselves.”
“That's...” Hermione shook her head in disbelief. “That's twisted Harry. Why would they ever think that?”
“Because they know the Order would never go after children, while they would,” Harry explained with a smile. “And who else would be doing it? Another Dark Lord?”
Harry's voice was almost dripping with sweetness, and it made Hermione giggle again. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the secret passage they had used to enter the Gryffindor tower, motioning for Luna and the recently returned Ginny to follow them. Once they had returned to the Chamber of Secrets she quickly locked the other two girls into one of the bed chambers, leaving them to entertain themselves for the night as she was determined to have Harry all to herself.
It wasn't until much, much later that she realized Harry had never tried to cast the Killing Curse himself.
* * *
Ron's death had even more of a consequence than Harry could have imagined, because while the Weasley's might not have been that popular among the general population of magical Britain, they were still one of the oldest known pureblood families. Among the Order of the Phoenix they were also the most popular bunch, both for their cheerfullness, relentless determination, and Molly's cooking. The loss of their youngest son, so close on the disappearance of their only daughter, and both events surely at the hands of the Death Eaters, was almost enough to get Hogwarts closed on its own and was enough to draw the Order and the Death Eaters into open conflict, with particularly lopsided results in the Order's favor.
When Ginny had disappeared, there had been some hope that she might have been found or possibly negotiated for. The fact that the Death Eaters had not spoken about her disappearance had been seen as a good thing by the Order; the Death Eaters were never hesitant to boast about their actions, and so their silence could only be interpreted as a sign they were planning something that required Ginny as bait. Ronald's death put an end to those hopes, as well as any reluctance the Order to expand the conflict.
The attacks were swift, brutal, and decicisive. The Rowle estate was the first struck, in an attack led by Molly Weasley herself. A powerful witch in her own right, Molly announced her presence by simply apparating into the road before the estate's heavy iron gates and blasting them to ashes, and then proceeded to hex the first three servants who tried to stop her. She contented herself with blowing up various buildings and fixtures of the estate in a seemingly unstoppable rage, demanding that Rowle appear himself to face her.
It took several minutes for Rowle to rally his remaining servants and followers, as well as his courage, in which time Molly was determined to have started no less than forty independent fires, destroyed well over ten thousand galleons worth of art, and level the entire eastern wing of the guest house. She had just reached the front doors of the main house when Rowle and his minions confronted her. At that point she was outnumbered by more than twenty to one, but still managed to let off a single stunner before she was forced to raise a shield to protect against the avalanche of curses they unleashed upon her. It is not known why Rowle never availaed himself of the Killing Curse, though it was later suspected that he thought he might have been able to salvage his “innocence” once the battle was complete. As it was, Molly Weasley was nearly undone by her attackers.
Everything changed when the dragons attacked.
Charlie led the charge directly, mounted on the same Hungarian Horntail that featured so prominently in the Triwizard tournament. Behind him came another three Horntails, mounted by other dragon handlers he had befriended in Romania, while a fifth Horntail would later be discovered north of Cardiff, though whether it was supposed to have a rider was never determined. Charlie and his friends did not truly have control over the monsters, but instead settled for simply aiming them in the rough direction of the fight below before disapparating. Molly Weasley waited a moment longer, than disapparated herself, leaving the Death Eaters to face the four angry dragons.
Of the Death Eaters, there were no survivors.
A counter attack was quickly mounted on the Burrow, but once again the Death Eaters displayed an appalling amount of contempt for their opponents which proved to be their undoing. The Weasley clan and their allies had been busy in the time since Ginny's disappearance, reinforcing the Burrow and Grimmauld Place against further attacks. While Grimmauld place was handled by the more free range members of the Order, the Burrow was handled directly by the Weasleys, particularly Bill and Arthur who each brought their own specialized brand of mayhem to the table. Bill's career with Gringotts had exposed him to all sorts of terrible, lethal, ancient, and, most importantly, foreign curses, many of which he went on to reproduce at various locations around his family's home. What Arthur Weasley did was much more dangerous.
He simply mixed magic with muggle security devices.
The Death Eaters attacked two days after the Rowle estate was destroyed.
Again, there were no survivors.
Unfortunately, neither did the Burrow. Now homeless, and with most of their wards destroyed, the Weasleys were forced to go underground, disappearing to Romania and Egypt where they could be reasonably confident the Death Eaters could not find them.
The sudden outbreak of violence also meant a much tighter level of security at Hogwarts. While the Dementors were, of course, never to be brought back, there were other precautions that could be taken. Aurors stalked the halls, cursing the need to play babysitter while a war erupted outside Hogwarts' walls. Centaurs patrolled the grounds, looking for any signs of intruders. Even the giant squid had become restless, and could now be seen swimming in slow circles around the lake with an escort of merfolk, as if the Death Eaters might attempt to enter via submarine.
Fortunately, Draco Malfoy could be counted on to flout any rule that he deemed inconvenient, so it was only a matter of patience. It only took three days for him to begin sneaking out of the Slytherin dungeons late at night, and only a day after that for Kreacher to discover his comings and goings. This gave Harry and Hermione exactly the opportunity they were looking for.
“Are you sure about this, Kreacher?” Harry asked as he looked over the Marauder's Map for the fourth time since Kreacher had reported back in. It was honestly a silly question. Kreacher had changed over the past several weeks. The ancient house elf was standing straighter, and moved with more confidence. He just seemed happier now that he once again belonged to a proper master, one who behaved the way a master ought. The idea that he might lie to Harry for any reason was just unimaginable.
“Yes, Master,” Kreacher answered, bowing so low that his forehead was pressed against the stone floor. “I heard the blonde boy talking to the girl myself. They will be at the Astronomy Tower at the time the boy said. He said he paid off one of the stalking men to make sure they would be alone.”
“And since it is Malfoy, I think we can expect his man to stay bought, too,” Harry murmured. “No need to irk Lucius just because his son wants to snog some girl.”
He traced the line of one of the secret passages leading to the Tower. There was, of course, a connection from the Chamber they could use. Slytherin had made sure of that a long time ago. The one unknown factor was just where, exactly, the 'stalking man', as Kreacher had put it, would decide was far enough that his benefactor would have the desired privacy without risking leaving one of the precious wards uncovered. Or would he?
“You look puzzled,” Hermione said as she crept up behind Harry to peek over his shoulder. Something about Ron's death had brought them closer in a way she hadn't expected, but neither did she regret it. From the way things were going, neither did Harry.
“We need to be alone when we go up the Tower,” Harry sighed. He stopped and rubbed his eyes, trying to force his exhaustion away. Between the girls, the studying, and the planning he had been wearing himself out. He desperately wanted to take his broom out for a flight to clear his head, but knew that was impossible. “I can get us up there with the cloak, but that won't be enough to keep people from finding us once the screaming starts.”
“I think I have a spell for that,” Hermione offered as she looked at the map. “I've been tinkering with enlarging some of the various hexes and charms in order to get them to cover a larger area. I also found the basic charm that makes Time Turners work. If you're willing to give it a shot...”
“Time travel?” Harry asked.
“Not...exactly,” Hermione answered slowly. “More like their time can't cross our time? Does that make any sense?”
“No, but see if you can explain it,” Harry answered dubiously. He had never admitted it to anyone, but frankly the entire notion of time travel freaked him out the more he considered it. Every time he looked back on the day they rescued Sirius he tried to think of things he might have changed, then wondered why he couldn't change them, which led to what would happen if he did. In the end, it just gave him a headache. There were simply too many unknowns.
“Well, remember when I said we couldn't interact with each other?” Hermione asked. She waited for Harry to nod before continuing. “Well, according to what I was reading, you're not supposed to be able to interact with yourself, or anyone else for that matter. At least, that's the way the original spell was designed. I don't know if the people who make the Time Turners are just incompetent or working from a different version of the spell, but what they are doing is not the right way to be doing it. Or maybe it is a side effect of turning it into an artifact, again, I don't know. But I've managed to unravel the original spell enough to figure out how the protection is supposed to work. It basically keeps their timelines from crossing paths with anything in our bubble and vice versa.”
“That's...amazing,” Harry said. “Hermione, with a spell like that we could go anywhere!”
Hermione shook her head. “Not as I have it now. Maybe if I figure out the whole time travel part of it, but right now it only affects a fixed area several dozen feet across, and only until the caster leaves. Once I leave the zone, the spell would break. As it stands right now I have the 'time' bit but not the 'travel'.”
Harry was still all smiles. “For our use that's good enough, and I am sure that you can always figure it out later if we need to. But for now, get some rest. And I mean rest,” he added with a chuckle when she reached for him. He gave her a kiss to tide her over instead. “We have a big day tomorrow. If all goes according to plan, Hogwarts will soon fall.”
* * *
Malfoy scowled as he and Pansy hiked their way up the stairs to the top of the Astronomy tower. It seemed a bit much for just a quick shag, but then it wasn't like they could just keep using his chamber in the dungeons. It wasn't so much that people would talk, so much as that it was just plain boring. What was the point of having the power to do whatever you want, whenever you wanted, if you never got the chance to flaunt that power? Fooling around in the different portions of the castle had nothing to do with wanting to be seen or caught, but because he could. Rules were for lesser people, mudbloods and race traitors, not Malfoys.
Ok, fine, the tower was also a good way to shut Pansy up. The hag seemed to think it was “romantic” to do things like eat a picnic under the stars before putting out. Like it was her due or something. She would start to pout if he didn't treat her to things every so often, and it was getting harder and harder to figure out what it was she was aiming for. It wasn't like he didn't already know that she was in it for wealth and power. He would have been insane to think otherwise, but for some reason just giving her the occasional bit of jewelry or clothes wasn't enough for her. He'd have probably already left her if it wasn't for her ability to suck a snitch through fifty feet of tangled hose. Sadly, that wasn't an ability one wanted to turn down when the rest of the castle was under the watchful gaze of a bunch of armed guards, many of whom weren't on his father's payroll.
“Oh, Malfoy, it is so beautiful up here!” Pansy cooed once they got to the top. She pressed against his side, and from the way her body flattened against his he could tell that she wasn't wearing anything beneath her robes. He tried to sneak a peek down the front, but the light wasn't good enough. Still, maybe dinner would be able to wait, after all.
“Yes, it really is beautiful up here, isn't it?” a voice crooned from behind them.
Malfoy spun, his face a mask of rage as he prepared to chew out whoever it was that had decided to interrupt his date. The words died on his lips as he looked at the foursome standing there. Well, three of them were standing, one was kneeling. Instead all Malfoy managed to gasp out was a strangled, “Potter!?”
“In the flesh, as it were,” Harry answered with a nod. He was dressed in a normal school uniform, shirt, tie, trousers, and robe. The girls, however...were not. Hermione, who was standing on his right, and Ginny, who was standing on his left, were both wearing their school robes, and just like Pansy they weren't wearing anything underneath. Unlike Pansy, they were also brazenly wearing their robes open so that everyone could see that they weren't wearing anything. Luna, on the other hand, was kneeling in front of Ginny and did not have a stitch of clothing to her name. Despite that, she was glaring defiantely at Draco and Pansy, as if daring them to challenge any of the foursome. The wand clutched in her hand meant she was ready for anything they might try, despite her seemingly helpless position.
“POTTER IS HERE! POTTER IS HERE! COME QUICK, POTTER IS HERE!” Pansy started shrieking at the top of her lungs.
“You might as well not bother,” Harry said casually. “Hermione is here as well, and she has already made quite sure that we won't be disturbed.”
Draco was a little quicker on the uptake, and lunged for his wand. It didn't do him any good however, as his hand had barely made it into his robes when Ginny and Luna both shrieked, “Expelliarmus!” Draco's eyes went wide as his wand was flung away from him and went sailing over the tower's edge...only to hang immobile a good ten feet out.
“Interesting,” Hermione said as she turned to look at it. “Perhaps the radius of this spell is larger than I thought.”
“Or you are just more powerful than the wizard who came up with it,” Harry remarked. He had to raise his voice a bit to be heard over Pansy. “That wouldn't surprise me either.”
“Ginny, do something about the screaming?” Hermione asked.
“Of course, Mistress,” Ginny answered, adding a slight bow. She turned her wand towards Pansy and uttered, “Silencio.”
Pansy continued to flap her lips for several moments before she realized that she could no longer make any noise. Only then did she reach for her wand, only to realize it was useless without the ability to speak. She had never quite gotten the hang of silent casting and now it was time for her to pay the price of her laziness as Ginny sauntered over with a smile and removed the wand from Pansy's unresisting grip.
Draco took a step back and to the side, so that Pansy was partially between him and his long standing rivals. “What do you think you are doing Potter? When my father hears of this-”
“When your father hears of this the only thing he is going to do is weep for his dead son, Malfoy,” Harry snorted. “And stop trying to hide behind the girl, Malfoy. She is in no position to save you from what is coming, even if she wanted to. Which, considering you are currently trying to use her as a human shield, isn't going to be all that likely in the near future.”
Pansy gaped in shock at Harry's statement, then whirled around to stare accusingly at the cowering Draco when she realized Harry was right. She started screaming at her fellow Slytherin, or at least tried to. It took her a moment to realize she was still under Ginny's hex – a hex which did nothing to stop her from slapping Draco across the face with enough force that the palm of her hand broke his nose.
“You stupid cunt!” Draco shrieked as he stumbled backwards from the blow. He lunged back at her, only to get blasted sideways as Harry hit him with a burst of raw power.
“None of that now, Malfoy,” Harry tsked. “It isn't up to you to decide what happpens to Pansy. That right belongs to Hermione.”
Both girls gave him equallly surprised looks, which only made Harry laugh. “Well, fair is fair, isn't it?” he asked Hermione. “I know she has made life as burdensome for you as Draco has for me. Why should I steal her fate from your hands?”
“But I-” Hermione paused, suddenly unsure of herself. “Harry, we never discussed this!”
“So?” Harry shrugged off her protest. Instead he took Hermione by the hand and pulled her into embrace. His left hand slipped around her waist so that it was dangerously close to her groin, while his right hand closed over the hand holding her wand and held it aimed at Pansy. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “We will find ourselves constantly in times of decision, Hermione. Here, now, right this second, you hold her life in your hands. She is yours to do with as you please. Kill her quick, or kill her slow. Set her free, or make her your slave. I will not make this choice for you.”
Hermione nodded as she knew what she had to do. “Come here, Pansy.”
Pansy shook her head in refusal as she took a step away from the vengeful Gryffindor, but Hermione was not be denied. “Prostratus!”
Pansy let out a silent scream as the spell yanked her off her feet and dragged her to the ground in front of Hermione. Her arms were yanked forward so that her hands were pinned together as her head was pressed down between her arms by invisible hands. Those same hands forced her to kneel so that her hips were raised and as they crossed her legs at the ankle. Her body began to quiver as she was forced to hold the unfamiliar position, and her mouth filled with salty, bitter taste. It took her a moment to realize it was the taste of her own fear, an emotion she had long since forgotten. She had always been the one in the position of power, and to be dominated so easily, especially by a bookworm such as Hermione, was absolutely galling.
Hermione stepped forward and used the toe of her shoe to lift the bigger girl's chin up so that they were looking into one another's eyes. A simple motion dismissed Ginny's spell of silence. “You have been a thorn in my side ever since we first started school together, Pansy. Give me one good reason why I should not kill you and be done with it?”
“Please?” Pansy begged, unsure of what to say.
“Please? Is that all?” Hermione looked up at Harry with a look of disgust on her face. “I don't think she wants it enough, Harry. We might as well kill her once we are done with Malfoy.”
“No!” Pansy gasped.
“No?” Hermione asked doubtfully. “Then what are you willing to do?”
“Anything, please, I would do anything!”
“Pansy!” Draco snapped.
“Quiet, Malfoy,” Harry ordered. “Petrificus totalus!”
Malfoy's body froze in the last position he had been standing in, legs slightly spread, mouth open, and his finger outstretched as if to scold someone. Only his eyes could still move, and the hate that filled them was quite obvious.
“You know, Malfoy, you're only still alive because I want to see how this plays out before I kill you,” Harry reminded him before adding a levitiation charm to the series of embarassments Malfoy was already suffering. With a little bit of direction from Harry's wand the Slytherin was sent over the edge of the tower's railings, suspended over the several hundred foot drop to the ground below. “Now behave before I decide to just drop you and be done with it.”
Harry turned back to Hermione. “What where you saying, love?”
Hermione looked back and forth between Harry and Draco as an idea began to take form. “In that case, she has until you kill Malfoy to make you cum. If she succeeds, we will keep her. If not, we toss her over the tower just like him.”
“What?” Harry and Pansy exclaimed at the same time. Harry said it with a grin, though, while Pansy looked worried.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry. “Oh, stop being silly, Harry. Can you honestly say that if I kept her around that you wouldn't try her out at least once? At least this way we will know ahead of time if she is worth keeping. Though we'll have to set a few ground rules, of course.”
“Of course,” Harry said with a nod. He was still smiling.
“First, no instant kills,” Hermione said as she ticked her points off on her fingers. “No asphxyia, no obruo, and no oblido. Second, you cannot repeat the same spell twice. Third, Pet, Luna, or I can step into help her at any time.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at the last condition, which earned a shrug from Hermione. “I have no interest in helping her unneccessarily, but that doesn't mean I think any of us should be denied our fun, either.”
“Do I get a say in this?” Pansy asked hesitantly. This new Hermione scared her rather badly.
“Do you want to live?” Hermione asked.
“Yes!”
“Then no. Get to work.”
Pansy closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. She had never seen the Gryffindor's like this before (and why did Luna and Ginny have such dazed looks on their faces?) and that bothered her. She was supposed to be the one lording it up over the lesser folk, not being bossed around by them! And yet, at the same time there was a small bit that couldn't help but feel a bit excited by the way they were treating her. Oh, not because she had any particular desire to see the overly praised team of Potter and Granger acting like, well, Slytherins. But at the same time, she had always known that Draco was just using her the same way most boys used their socks. It hadn't bothered her, not really, though she made a point of making sure he treated her to nice things so that she could at least be using him as he used her. From the way Potter and Granger were staring at her, though, she could tell this was different. This was going to require more than just spreading her legs and listening to a boy grunt as she faked a few moans of her own, and she wondered if she would truly be skilled enough to win Granger's bet.
Standing up slowly, Pansy shifted to face Harry with what she hoped as a seductive smile. She slid her robe off her shoulders as she began to walk towards him, so that it slid down her arms and bared her breasts. Her smile became a little more genuine when she heard Luna hiss jealously; of the four girls, Pansy was easily the most well endowed, and unlike some of the other girls in their year she hadn't required any magical assistance. She knew how to use them as well, and dragged her fingers across her tits, letting them linger for a moment on her stiffening nipples. Even Professor Snape hadn't been entirely immune to that little manuver.
Harry wasn't Snape, however, and seemed strangely bored as he turned and flicked his wand in Malfoy's direction. Malfoy shrieked as his ear was slashed from his head. Blood began to pour down the side of his face, matting his long white hair to his cheek. Pansy couldn't stop herself from flinching, which didn't go unnoticed.
“I could have made that the fatal blow, you know,” Harry said with the same sort of conversational tone one might have used to remark on the weather. “If you truly want to save yourself you're going to have to put a bit more effort into than simply flashing your teats at me.”
Pansy's cheeks began to burn as Luna and Ginny started giggling behind her. The seductiveness was gone and replaced by pure defiance as she stepped in front of Harry, placing herself between him and Malfoy. “You won't kill me.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Prove it.”
Pansy growled angrily as she dropped to her knees and reached for his belt. Harry just smirked as she fumbled with the buckle before moving on to the fly of his slacks. That was an obstacle she was more familiar with, so it was only seconds before Pansy had them open and loose enough for her to tug them off his hips, taking his underwear with his pants in the same motion. Her eyes widened when his cock flopped out. He wasn't even the least bit erect! Doubt raced through her, but she knew she couldn't hesitate. Cupping his balls in one hand, Pansy opened her mouth and leaned forward, wrapped her lips around his cock, and began to suck.
Harry couldn't keep from gasping at Pansy's aggressive style of fellatio. The other girls were usually much gentler, almost hesitant, when they had his cock in their mouths. Pansy acted like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted and she couldn't get enough. Harry had to stop himself from simply grabbing her by the hair and forcefully fucking her mouth. Instead he gritted his teeth, raised his wand, and bellowed, “Formico!”
“Wha-? No, no! Get them off of me!” Draco begged as his body was sudddenly covered by thousands of tiny, glowing black ants. They covered him from head to toe, walking across his lips, crawling into his nose. Every inch of his skin itched under their feet...and then they began to bite. Any hope of coherency was lost as the Slytherin wailed.
The screams meant nothing to Pansy. Instead she smiled as she felt Harry's member swell against her tongue. She knew the Gryffindor boy wouldn't be able to resist a good suck, but what really surprised was just how turned on she was getting. Her hand seemed to have slipped under her robes of its own accord, and her fingers were busy on her clit. His cock was soon good and hard, to the point where she could trace the individual veins with her tongue. He was larger than Draco, that was sure, both thicker and longer. Pansy was forced to relax her throat in order to get down the last inch, but she managed to press her lips together around the base of his cock. She then quickly tried to swallow, as if it were possible to gulp him down.
“Uh,” Harry grunted. He lost his concentration on his spell, and ants faded away. Draco kept screams last for several more seconds, as the young man was too lost in his agony to realize his tormentors had departed.
“Oh, Harry, looks she got the better of you there,” Hermione said with a pout as she moved up behind him. Her hands slid under his shirt as she reached around to toy with his nipples. “You're going to need to focus, love.”
Harry glared at Pansy as he struggled to regain his composure. He lifted his wand back towards Draco and barked, “Occulus constrictus!”
Draco began to scream anew as the bones around his eyes began to thicken. At first his skull simply started to push in on his eyes, but soon it began to cave in under its own weight. Splinters of bone cracked and split off, digging into pale grey irises. Blood began to trickle down the side of his nose like macabre tears, then began to gush as his eyes were pushed back into his skull before being ultimately crushed.
“Hmm, now that is more like it,” Hermione whispered as she brushed the nape of Harry's neck with soft kisses.

Pansy heard the change of tenor in Draco's screams, and knew that Harry had done something truly awful. She felt her stomach flutter as a small tremor of fear crawled down her spine, but she knew the game wasn't up yet. She would make Harry Potter come even if it meant crawling on top of him and shoving his cock into her cunt. Still, she had a few more tricks to try before she took it that far. Instead she backed off with her mouth, replacing the tight grip of her lips with the tight grip of her fingers. She gasped theatrically – perhaps too theatrically – as she continued to pump his cock by hand and let a thick string of saliva mixed with precum hang between them until it landed on her breasts. She quickly glanced at Hermione and the other two girls. A smile crept across her lips as she confirmed that yes, she was much bustier than the other three. Pansy quickly forced the smile into a pout as she looked up to catch Harry's eye.
“Please, not yet! I want to feel your cum over my skin,” she pleaded as she rose a little higher on her knees. Before Harry knew what she was doing she had his cock between her tits, slick with mix that had poured across them just a moment ago. Pansy's fingers twisted her nipples as she bobbed up and down, sending a shock of pleasure racing through her body. She didn't try to stifle the gasp that followed, but leaned backwards a bit so that Harry could take up the rhythm on his own.
Harry moaned as he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady his thrusts. The combination of warm, soft, and slippery was like nothing he had ever felt before. Worse, the comingled look of fear and desire in Pansy's eyes was driving him nuts. He wanted nothing more than to just bend her over and fuck her till she screamed, but it wouldn't have bothered him in the least if he covered her face with his cum instead. He could feel the pressure building in his shaft as the need to come grew, and he pinched the tip of his tongue between his teeth to keep it at bay. He refused to let her win so easily. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to focus on Draco, but he couldn't keep his wand from wavering as he once again pointed it at the hated boy. “Ha- Hae- Haemorrhagia sca-”
“Come for me,” Pansy moaned, deliberately slowly down, trying to maintain as much control of the situation as she could.”
“Yes, come for her, Harry,” Hermione panted, drawing her finger over his collarbone. “Cover her with your hot, sticky seed. Then she can be your permanent toy, and you can use her over and over and over...”
“Know. Your. Place,” Harry snarled he through gritted teeth. Raising his wand once more he screamed, “Haemorrhagia scarabaeus!”
Draco's body began to convulse as small, fast moving lumps began to move under his skin, accompanied by a muffled chittering, clicking noise. Blood shot out of his knee as the first beetle ripped its away to freedom, only for it to be quickly joined by another dozen each tearing their own exit through Draco's flesh. He wasn't even allowed the dignity of screaming as a steady stream of the insects began to force their way up his throat to escape via his mouth.
“Careful, Harry,” Hermione whispered as she smirked at the wracking spasms twisting through the Slytherin boy. “If you break him too soon you won't be allowed to keep your new pet. After all, a deal is a deal.”
Pansy tried not to frown, but instead sped up once again. She knew Harry had been close and was sure she could drive him over the edge if she just had enough time. She risked a glance at Draco and blanched as she saw him cough up blood. She doubted he would last much longer.
Harry saw it too. He had no idea what sort of game Hermione was playing, and something told him that she didn't really know, either. He let out a frustrated snarl and and grabbed a handful of Pansy's hair, forcing her head down at the same time he bucked his hips forward. Pansy choked as Potter shoved his cock down her unprepared throat, to the point where her nose was pressed deep into his pubic hair. His entire body trembled as he shot his load, but he refused to let her go once he was spent.
“Remember this, Pansy, is you remember one thing,” he ordered. “You belong to Hermione now, just as she belongs to me. You will obey us in all things, or everything that I have done to that filth over there will be visited upon you tenfold. Do you understand?”
Pansy's head snapped back as he shoved her way from him, but she still managed to nod weakly. “Yes, I understand. I understand!”
“You understand...what?” Harry asked with a dangerous edge in his voice.
“I understand...my lord,” Pansy said quietly.
“Good.” Harry nodded to Hermione, who released her spell, while a snap of his fingers released the one holding up Draco. “Come, ladies. I think it is time we retired for the evening.”
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Draco felt his body lurch as the levitation charm gave way, and though he couldn't see the ground below he knew he had quite a way to fall. He screamed and screamed and screamed all the long way down. The earth rose up to met him, and smashed every bone in his body to flinders.
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