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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
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- 40-Ch 40
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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Later on she was sitting, swinging
her legs over a balcony the room had provided over a lake and forest that looked
a little like the one the Dark Lord�s castle was situated near in the
future.� Behind her a cauldron was
simmering in professor Snape�s potions lab.�

She�d had to specify and rephrase and try different requirements many times
till she found a potion that would put the victim to sleep for several years,
but not permanently harm them, which could be made with realistically
attainable ingredients and which could not be easily detected or
counteracted.� The potion she was brewing
was very old and extremely rare.� The
book had been in Aramaic till she�d required the room to translate it.�

She doubted anyone would recognise Amnui�s rest when
the professor didn�t wake up one morning.�

The ingredients were with the exception
of one item, quite readily attainable from any apothecary.

Not anyone would have had access to a basilisk obviously, however, conveniently
for her it was a small thing to open a tiny portal into the cistern system that
she knew the basilisk had travelled
through at one point before Myrtles death and summon what she needed.� The handful of scales that returned were sufficient.� Now
she was simply hanging around biding her time till the potion was done.�

She was going to give it to him at
dinner.. or possibly afterward..
she had decided.�
The next problem was simply.. how to do it.� Or rather.. how to do it without getting caught.� She was a bit paranoid that she would forget
some means of tracing her and would end up in Azkaban.�

Not that she�d remain in Azkaban.. but if she couldn�t hide in
Hogwarts then she�d end up in Nurmengard over long or
short and she didn�t want that.�� So.. she needed to think of a way to administer a liquid that
apparently tasted of �bitter cherries
without implicating herself.�

She was beginning to think that
she did need to tell someone possibly.�

Maybe Tom.

Or.. or Sorrenson?� He seemed to know a bit about means of getting
caught.. his dad was an
auror, he said.� And she thought he�d
probably have every reason to want Slughorn gone, even if he didn�t take
potions with him anymore.��

But there was time to go and talk to one or the other when the potion was
brewed.� For the moment she was enjoying
the evening air in..wherever this was... and looking
forward to the weekend.

She rested her head against the
bars of the balcony.� She�d asked for it
to be like this so that there was no door and she could not fall.� It felt a bit prisonlike but it was better
than lying at the bottom of a gully..wherever this
was. ��

The time went by quite pleasantly
until her mark started to burn.�

It hadn�t really done that before,
she realised.�

It wasn�t the horrible searing pain of the punishment Tom had inflicted on her
to keep her in one place while he came to her..and it
wasn�t the tingle she�d felt in the past either.�

This was a definite..negative..sensation.� Uncomfortable.� Slightly painful.� One quite wanted it to stop at the earliest
possible convenience.

This was obviously what it felt like when he was not in the best mood with you
and desired you to come to him immediately.�

Well.. she couldn�t leave her potion simmering.� There was no way she was leaving the room of
requirement till she could take a bottled sample with her.�

On a whim she pulled back her robe sleeve and unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it
up and then she licked her mark.

The burning stopped
immediately.�

After a minute or so it started up
again.. but it was much
less.� She repeated the action and then
she got up from the balcony and went inside to check on her potion.� It was almost time to stir.�

There was a knock, unsurprisingly,
at the door ten minutes later followed by a tingle on her mark.�

She let him in and went back to the potion immediately, watching for the colour
change.

He looked a bit miffed but it was
tempered by curiosity.

�What are you making?� he enquired, peering into the cauldron next to her.

�Don�t inhale it. � she said quickly, pushing him back
protectively.� �It�s..something
for Slughorn.� I need to find a way to
get him to take it.� I...can�t kill him..because he�s still around in my time � but I�ll be damned
if I let him near you again!�

Why didn�t you tell me?!� I would NEVER
have let-�

he
interrupted her �You have answered your own question.� Do not concern yourself.� It is nothing new and nothing I couldn�t
handle.

What exactly are you thinking to do to him with this potion?��

She huffed angrily and turned
away. �It�s a kind of ancient sleeping draught. He�ll be out like a light for
about five years.� Enough time for us
both to be long gone.�

He teaches here again in the future.. Dumbledore brings him back. �I
took potions with him in my
time.�

...He was different then, though.. perhaps
something happens to his memory � he didn�t seem to recognise me at all, at
least that I noticed.�

Tom snorted. �He needs to drink
it, I suppose?� Skin contact isn�t
adequate?��

She nodded. �But.. I-��

Tom shook his head �No.� I�ll make sure he gets it.� Can it be mixed with alcohol?��

Frowning, she chewed on her lip
slightly.� �I�m not sure.. better not...�

�...Tom?� ...What I don�t understand is
how you just left him alone.. surely..you�d..
I mean..what you did to Palmer...Slughorn deserves so much worse��

The elegant boy looked away.

�He was..is..blackmailing
me..� he admitted quietly, obviously reluctant to share this fact.

�...He said he had evidence of my
conversations with him hidden somewhere and that it would emerge if I did
not...play nicely.�

Eventually I managed to shift his interests onto another student and made sure
to stay far away from him wherever possible.�

It was unsatisfactory but I thought I would return to deal with him later.

However, his current behaviour is unacceptable.�
You are right.. It should not be endured for
the rest of the year.� I cannot �keep him from
you indefinitely and if the behaviour of Septimus, Abraxas
and Sorrenson is anything to go by, once he has had
you he will not simply go away.�

We will incapacitate him and see how things play out. It is possible that he
was bluffing.��

She nodded but a little seed of
worry nested in her mind. Did he have
some kind of provisions in place?� She didn�t
think he really took Tom seriously yet at this point..

Perhaps it was necessary that he took him seriously first.. before he
was taken out of the picture.�

�..Maybe we need to find out first..� Unless you�re willing to go to Grindelwald if something goes wrong � I don�t think you�d
want to go to Azkaban for murder.. and
making horcruxes carries a life sentence.��

If Tom was startled, he hid it
well.

�..Perhaps.
However..I�ve tried to get the memories from his mind
and they are blocked somehow with fabrications.

I do not know if veritaserum would be of use.��

Hermione frowned.� �No... I ..I remember something about that..
He uses some kind of spell to veil and cover the memories he considers
dangerous to his public standing.� They
are still there.. he still remembers them.. he is still capable of sharing them if he wants to.� But... um.. maybe he needs to be a bit more..intimidated..by you.��

Tom looked at her..

�You are suggesting abducting and
torturing a Hogwarts professor.. you
do realise that, don�t you?��

Hermione had the remaining shred
of decency to look a bit sheepish. �Well... I�m also thinking of poisoning and
getting rid of a Hogwarts professor.� It�s
not such a leap from there.��

Tom looked thoughtful and an armchair appeared over toward the balconette, looking out.�

�Finish your potion� he said absently and went and sat down, looking out over
the view.

�You know..�
she said quietly �Today is Friday...��

She caught his smirk. �Yes?�

�Well..�
she said.. �We don�t have class in the morning.. We
could stay here..�

He snorted faintly. �And we would
have to restrain your dorm mates for the entire period and obliviate
them afterward.

Your little drama this morning did not escape me.� If you had hoped to avoid Septimus
this weekend � or avoid spending the night anywhere except perhaps with Abraxas
- you achieved your goal perfectly.��

Hermione actually stamped her
foot.� She had seen people do it and
thought it ridiculous but now she understood the impetus suddenly.

�That�s not fair!.. I�m sick to death of those horrid
cows!� I couldn�t care less what Amalthea
thinks of me! I want to be with you.��

Tom smiled faintly. �Yes well.. she cannot stand you
either.� I have no doubt she will go to
one of the professors and say she�s worried about you if you do not turn up in
your bed all night again.� You should
have made an effort to befriend her, Maia.��

Hermione felt indignant at that. �You know very well that that was impossible
from the start.�

She�s actually right..technically.� She�s
worried I�ll steal Septimus and I kind of have already.��

�Do you think so?� Tom snapped
sarcastically, then sighed in irritation. �He was once
again begging me to be allowed to break up with Amalthea
this morning.�

Hermione raised a hopeful eyebrow
and was met with an eye roll.

�Oh certainly.. I should allow Septimus
to pursue you also.. You would have a wonderful name
in the school when you were on both of their arms.��

Hermione frowned. �Why couldn�t I be with you... why can�t I be with you?!�
What difference does it make?!�

And.. it�s not as if I�ve dated Abraxas for very long.. I�ve sat
next to him in the great hall and there are some rumours that we kissed.� Why can�t I be with you instead?��

Tom dropped his head back against
the chair. �I couldn�t leave you isolated after you were attacked but Abraxas
will be difficult if I deny him what he wants.�
And he wants to be seen as
your beau.��

She turned back to her
cauldron.� The liquid was still a faint orangy pink hue.� It
should have turned to pale yellow by now.�
�Why are all Malfoys bloody annoying?!� she
complained under her breath.

Tom sighed.

�He is useful, Maia.. His family has a lot of
resources that he will one day
inherit. �What�s more, their money comes
from rather shady dealings so Abraxas naturally has a collection of useful
contacts for obtaining items quietly. �He
already has a significant sum to toss
around how he chooses.�

You know of my means, obviously� he said the last part with audible distaste.

�What about the others?!� she
demanded.� �Sorry, Septimus,
Cygnus � they all have old money! �I have
no idea about the rest but I know that those families are really wealthy.��

There was a pause and then Tom
answered quietly �The princes are associated with the ministry.

Deeply associated.

Septimus� finances are controlled � he has to submit
a request to his father for his
purchases � right down to sugar quills � he will one day inherit a part of the estate to be shared with his younger
sister � I doubt you�ve met her.�
Eileen.� She�s in first year.�

Sorrenson has a small allowance but his father�s
employment makes it unwise to utilise his funds for anything even slightly
questionable.� He is an unmentionable.. not an Auror as he tells others.�

Cygnus.. well.. Cygnus has
always been on the periphery of the group although he is only too pleased to
participate in recreational activities.�
He is..difficult.. at
times.��

�..Palmer has some money � not
much.. his father nearly
bankrupted them with bad investments. His connections are rather poor also �
His best links are to the other knights.�
I initiated him purely for his
willingness to take care of somewhat distasteful jobs.�

Roan and Clemens have only very small means and few connections.� Roan however is passably intelligent and
Clemens is dull but completely devoted.

Antonin�s family is connected to Russian wizarding organised
crime and their money would inevitably come with debts that I have no wish to
incur.

Then there is Benjamin.� His father is a
strategist with the ministry.� His
resources are primarily information � a lot passes over his desk.� It is not always possible for Benjamin to
access this information, of course but still...��

�Of the group � Abraxas has the
most useful connections for acquiring dark objects and texts and his money is
donated most readily to my purposes.

He is also a petulant self entitled little prat often.� For that reason I would prefer not to coax
him into a sulk.� Do you
understand?!��

She nodded glumly and, as the
potion abruptly shifted to a bright yellow, seized the granite rod and stirred
frantically.� The mixture thickened and
became gritty very quickly and she had to struggle to keep it from solidifying
while she picked up the ginger oil.

Trickling it in, the potion subsided slowly into a pale orange once more and
was smooth and silky like thick syrup.

She breathed a sigh of relief.� �Three
more steps and it�s done� she said, half to herself.�

�What did you do before, when I
summoned you through the mark?� Tom asked curiously.

�It felt..very strange..�

She smirked and considered whether
or not to tell him.� She could torment
him with it, distract him in his classes by excusing
herself to the bathroom and licking it.�

He�d probably be angry though..

She took a last look at the pale
orange swirling shiny potion and stepped away, moving to his side and pushing
her sleeve back.�

So that he could see, she raised her arm and licked along the mark.�

He shivered and closed his eyes
for a moment as if in a tiny private climax, opening them a moment later and
looking at her with shock.

�I..Why would I.. How did I do that?��

She shrugged.� �You didn�t until recently.� Mine is the only one that has that
effect.� You didn�t remember or know
about it before I...� she petered out..

Tom looked at her with raised eyebrows. �Before you what?...�

Sighing she sat down on the floor,
leaning against the bars of the balconette.

�I..Tom...you didn�t know about any of these things in the future..
you discovered them at the time.. I am quite certain of it..

Just like.. You didn�t know me..either.. I�m..not
sure what it means.. If I tell you now..something must
happen between now and then to make you forget all this.. to
make you forget me!..I can�t think of
any other explanation..

...Unless i�m creating a paradox here and there�s no
future left for me to return to.��

Tom looked unsettled. �Perhaps i am merely a very good actor�� She shook her head but shrugged.�

�Perhaps.� It ...seemed like you knew something toward
the end.. you were behaving a
bit oddly..before my initiation.�

You picked out my clothes for me � you never did that before..
and you... you made us late by dragging me back to bed after I had dressed and ...you
said you wished you could take me and run off to an island for forty or fifty
years and hang everything else.��

Tom tilted his head thoughtfully.
�That would seem to suggest that I
expected..something.. but..�� he trailed off
looking suddenly pensive and worried, staring out over the twilight forest past
the balconette.�

Abruptly, after several minutes of
silence in which the shadows in the room lengthened, he said �It..doesn�t matter.�
Come here!��

She got up and went to him and he pulled her down into his lap, holding her
tightly.� He kissed her forehead and her
cheekbone and pressed her head into the crook of his neck.

They sat there as the room became dark until Hermione remembered she had to
check on the potion and struggled out of his arms to do so, requiring more
light of the room to see the progress of her brew..

The knock at the door almost made
her drop the quartz stirring rod she held.�

Tom rose and went to it
expectantly, letting in Sorrenson, who looked at them
both with some surprise.

�My Lord?� he said tentatively. �You..called me?��

Tom nodded and told him �I want you to play the role of Maia for the
weekend.� For the whole weekend, Sorry.� You are to sleep in her bed, be seen as her
in the common room.. you are
to spend time with Abraxas as her.�

He is permitted to know that it is you and not she, however I would still like
the rest of the house to be entirely convinced that you and he are smitten � I
assume you understand my meaning...�

Should Abraxas have a problem with this you will send him to me.��

Sorrenson
looked conflicted by an array of different emotions. �You...want me to...with Abraxas...
as...as her?!� he asked with wide
eyes.�

Tom smirked. �Oh come now.. Abraxas has an attractive form, does he not?� I have seen the way you look at him.� It will not be a struggle for you to persuade
yourself to touch him.. and
in her body?� I think you should thank me for the
opportunity I am giving you to experience it.��

Sorrenson swallowed uncomfortably, blushing, and
nodded.

�Uh... When...do you want me to start?��

�Immediately.�
Tom responded - He seemed to calculate internally and then walked over to Hermione,
gripped a handful of her hair, severed it with his wand and re-grew it
immediately.�

�This should be more than sufficient.��

He walked back to the boy and held out the swatch.�

�And Sorrenson?�

The mini Rodolphus looked back at him questioningly.

�Be convincing.� I do not want to learn
that you have slipped.� When you are
warded into her bed and silenced you may return to your own form.� If you need to go to the bathroom you must polyjuice yourself again.�
If you are in your own dorm room � only Septimus
and Abraxas may know it is you and they may not reveal their knowledge.�

Tell the others that you are going to be with me for the weekend before you
leave and be sure to change in the knights
chamber.�� Do not fail.�

Sorrenson
nodded slowly, with gravity.�

�Good.. you may go.��

He had started to retreat to the
door quickly when Tom called him back.�

�One..other
thing...��

He collected a hank of Sorry�s hair, regrowing the bald spot he had made. �Now you may leave..� he informed him and waved
him away impatiently.�

After Sorry had gone Hermione
laughed.�

�Did you see the look on his face?!� I
bet he runs down there to
change.� Good grief! I wish I-��

She broke off mid amusement to turn back to the potion which had blurped loudly.�
�Oh.� Damn!..
quick...� she cursed and grabbed the sea salt,
scattering it over the surface and stirring with the quartz rod slowly, folding
it under.�

It seemed ok and gradually gave way to an opalescent white milky
substance.�

Tom was at her side in a second.
�Is it spoiled?� he asked solicitously.�

She shook her head uncertainly.�

�At least.. the shift is
correct.� I assume that means it�s ok.� It did say
to be careful of overheating in this stage.��

She turned the heat all the way down to a tiny flame.

�It has to sit and cool slowly over six hours now before I add in the shredded
belladonna.��

He put his arms around her waist. �Plenty of time then..�
he murmured suggestively into her ear, licking its curve with the very tip of
his tongue.�

She shivered pleasurably. �Mmm..yes..�
she agreed.��

The back half of the room shifted� and grew a
bed.. and.. a screen?!..

�That looks like..
a ..television � from your memories..� Tom observed,
confused.�

What would something like that be
doing in this place..�

Hermione pulled away absently and hurried over.�

A small black box appeared on the
bed.� It looked like a remote
control.�

It was a television.. but one
that would not exist in this time for decades and decades � a flat screened,
wide TV with big speakers.�

It was a better TV than her parents
had had.� She wondered if the room used
the mind of the witch or wizard to create its objects. It seemed so..to judge by this.�

Picking up the remote, as Tom
walked over to stand beside her, she pointed it at the screen and pressed the
red button in the corner.�

The TV sprang to life.�

There were no cables or antennas. Obviously it was just the..idea.. of
a television operating in some other manner.

A visual representation of a television for something else
entirely.

She gasped in delight when the
picture became clear on the screen, hearing Tom curse in surprise.�

They were watching Sorrenson in the common room as if an invisible cameraman
were following him about.�

�Sweet Nimue.. I had no idea the room could do this.� Tom muttered. �Have you any idea how useful this could be?!��

Hermione snorted in her own
surprise and pressed her finger to the up arrow on the volume control.�

She could hear a group of seventh years arguing on the couch and some fourth
years playing exploding snap by the bench seats.�

Sorrenson hovered in the centre of the room looking
nervous.�

She pressed her finger to the
channel up arrow.�

Septimus was lying on his bed with his herbology text levitated above him and his arms crossed
behind his head.� She could see Abraxas
wandering around in the background now and then but he was off screen too much
to work out what he was doing.�

She flicked the channel up and now the camera was following Abraxas.� He was unpacking a box of
..apparently..clothing.. that
must have arrived for him this evening.�
Occasionally he would hold some item up for someone else�s perusal.� The someone revealed
itself as Cygnus, when he spoke � asking where the grey cashmere jersey was
from.�

She flicked on through the
channels finding that each of the knights had their own, but when she got to
Clemens (lying on his bed with the curtains closed and a dirty magazine
floating nearby depicting a male wizard with black hair who looked..a tiny bit like tom..) � she
flicked past him quickly and found that there were more channels than just the knights.�

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk
in his office writing a letter.� He
looked up as some kind of silvery object started to flash and spin on his
bookshelf, emitting a whirring sound and then he looked around suspiciously. �

Sneakoscope.� She thought.� Some kind of early version.� She flicked on.

�Go back..
I want to know what he was writing!�� Tom
demanded.

She shook her head.

�No.. the thing that made the
noise was telling him that someone was spying on him.� He�ll find us somehow if we hang about there.
I have no idea how the room is getting this view of them but I�m certain
Dumbledore will figure it out if we give him half a chance.��

The channel they were on was showing Dippet sitting down in the headmasters office by the fire, eating a bowl of spotted
dick.� The boring man even liked boring
desserts, Hermione frowned.�

The next few channels indicated that
after the knights came a series of channels devoted to
all the Hogwarts teachers.

When they got to Slughorn she lowered the remote in horror.� The man was sitting at his desk and a small
boy.. he couldn�t have been
more than a fourth year, by best will � was on his knees before him, his head
being guided by Slughorn�s pudgy fingers up and
down.�

Hermione felt her stomach roil.�

Tom was grabbing and fumbling for the remote in her hand, fury on his face. �How
do I operate it?� he demanded.

She could hear the boy in Slughorn�s room making
little sobbing noises and the look on the man�s face was revolting and gleeful.

Pointing numbly she indicated the channel buttons and Tom flicked on to
professor Paracelcius who was snipping at a bonsai
tree with an expression of profound satisfaction.

�God..� That�s happening right now..
that.. who was he?!� He had a Ravenclaw
robe on.� He�s down there NOW!!.. we have
to tell someone.. stop
him.. we have to save-..!��

Tom tossed the remote onto the bed and trapped her panicking form in his arms.

�Stop. Stop, Maia.. We�re not
going to do any such thing.� He would
likely be finished by the time anyone could be persuaded to check.. and the boy has already been exposed
to it � stopping it now wont reverse that.�

...He always goes for the clever ones...�

Just... let it be...� It�s over now.� Put it out of your mind.��

She couldn�t understand him. He, of all people, should want to stop Slughorn
right now.

She burst into frustrated tears and stomped back to the potion, willing it to
finish faster.

�Never again!..
If I have to castrate him.. he
won�t do that to any more students.��

Tom had not followed her but had
tossed himself onto the bed and was flipping through the channels.�

�Every single student is here!� he said after a few minutes.� �organised by house
and year in declining order. This is phenomenal!��

She growled in irritation and walked back over to him, climbing onto the bed
beside him and watching the huge TV shift between different second year hufflepuffs in quick order - he was flashing through them
without pausing.

Eventually they reached the end of the students and the next channel showed the
grounds, an aerial view from one of the towers.�
As it was dark, it was difficult to make out much.�

He flicked through a number of different, apparently static camera type views
of different areas and then they were watching themselves sitting on the
bed.� The next channel showed the same
thing.

Tom frowned and clicked on and then they could see Hermione walking up a
corridor in the dungeon.� Her expression
was one of curious nervous anticipation.�

�The other two must have been
yours and mine� Tom observed absently. �This is Sorry again.�

He doesn�t walk very much like you, does he?!�
I doubt his father would be pleased with his performance.�

..But I suppose that most of them will not be looking too closely.��

On the screen, Hermione-Sorry was
letting her/himself in through the shield and hesitated just inside the door.��

On one sofa the seventh years were still laughing and carousing, but on the
other, some of the knights now were sitting, their feet on the coffee table,
chatting.�

Septimus was there with Amalthea
curled against him.� Hermione suppressed
a flare of jealousy at the girl.�

Cygnus, Abraxas and Antonin were sitting with
them.�

Hermione/Sorry seemed
reluctant.� After a moment�s hesitation
he walked over behind the sofa and tentatively slipped her/his fingers through Abraxas
hair to stroke the back of his neck.

The blonde jumped a foot at the unexpected touch and whirled, calming in relief
when he found it was her.

�Merlin!� You
gave me a fright, Maia.. Come and join us.��

Sorry smiled a secretive little smile with her mouth and crooked a finger at
him, then sauntered off down the stairs to the boys
dorm.�

Tom flicked to the Abraxas channel
and saw him grinning lasciviously at the others and bounding over the back of
the sofa.�

�I can hardly wait to see his face when he realises..�
Tom snickered cruelly. �He flicked back
to Sorry, who had let herself into his room and gone to Abraxas bed, releasing
the curtains and undoing the front of her robe, before looking off toward the
door with a small smile.�

Abraxas entered the view then and he was all over her..her
robe and clothes were on the floor in seconds and she was urged back onto the
bed and the curtains drawn.��

When Abraxas kissed her/him..the look on Sorry�s face was
shocked and pleased and he responded eagerly, pushing Abraxas back and climbing
onto him, kissing him roughly.�

Hermione smiled � he was.. himself..that was how he had kissed her too.�

Abraxas seemed taken aback a
little by the force of him/her but pleased enough as he ran his hands down her
back and over her ass.� When he started
to kiss and nibble at her neck, Sorry seemed to melt and lose his fight and Abraxas
turned them again, half rolling on top of her.�
Sorry�s mouth was open as if groaning but no
sound was emitted.�

�He has silenced himself.� A wise precaution� Tom observed quietly.��

Abraxas stopped after a minute or
two and looked quizzically down at the girl in his arms. �You are so quiet,
beautiful!� What�s wrong.. don�t you like it?��

Sorry nodded enthusiastically and put her hand to her throat, miming coughing.

This seemed to satisfy Abraxas as he resumed his attentions, licking and
sucking on Sorry�s breasts, which the boy/girl
reacted to with shock and enthusiasm, pressing Abraxas face against her harder
and curling a leg over him.� His/her eyes
were closed and he was panting in need.��

He/she reached for Abraxas hand and guided it to her pussy, rubbing against it
urgently.�

When Abraxas, smirking, shifted
down to lie between his/her legs and started to lick her, the experience seemed
to be world-shaking for Sorry.� She/he
thrashed helplessly, clutching at the bedclothes, at Abraxas head, rubbing
herself against his mouth desperately.�

Hermione found herself
actually getting a bit aroused watching them together.� She shot a glance at Tom from the corner of
her eye.� He was smirking and his eyes
were dark and hungry.

Catching her looking he turned to her and drew his wand, divestoing
her clothing.�

She was only too eager to cooperate with his intent and turned herself to lay
down the length of the bed on her stomach, so that they could both continue
watching the appealing show being put on for them.�

Tom kneed her legs wide and knelt between them, stroking his fingertips down
between her spread pussy lips, breathing out in a gasp when he found her
sopping. He played his fingers over her folds and then dipped two fingers into
her, pumping them in and out of her slowly.�

She responded with an eager whimper, pushing herself back on them.�

On the screen as she watched, Sorry
had just come in a shaking, screaming climax and Abraxas was smiling smugly and
crawling up the bed to kneel between her legs, pushing them up and spreading her
as he looked down and admired her exposed, shining wet pussy.�

Sorry, exhausted, looked somewhat out-of-it, and let her/his legs be moved
about limply.

Hermione felt the large shape of Tom�s
cock pressed to her entrance and then he was sliding in, even as they both
watched Abraxas roughly thrust into the dazed Sorry, causing a wide mouthed
shout of alarm and full alertness to return.

Even as tom moved in her slowly,
languidly, teasing her, leaning over her body and holding her, his head on her
shoulder, both their faces turned up at the screen, Abraxas was fucking Sorry
hard, slamming into her with great satisfaction on his face.

Sorry looked like he/she was loving it and moved eagerly with Abraxas, straining up and
pulling him down over him/her and snogging the hell out of him.� They moved like two wild things in heat.�

Abraxas groaned loudly.� �fuck.. you�re desperate for it
tonight, aren�t you?!� Turn over..��

He pulled out, despite Sorry�s attempts to prevent
him from doing so and then he flipped her effortlessly to her stomach, pulled
her knees wide and slammed back in.�

Sorry/Hermione�s head went back in a wide mouthed, wide eyed shriek of pleasure
and she moved like a dog in heat against the blond boy�s cock.� Abraxas caught her hair and dragged her up by
it, still fucking her as he bit at her neck and roughly groped her breasts. �Mmm.. you.. want
it... so .. bad.. right now..
huh?� he murmured against her skin between bites and
sucks.�

Sorry nodded frantically and moved one of Abraxas hands from her breast to her
clit, turning her head and catching his lips.�

Hermione realised suddenly that
the two were sexually well suited to one another.�

A sudden thought came to her about Lucius and Rodolphus.� She didn�t
think the two men had ever been with one another..that
way.. they�d only shared girls together.�

It was a pity.�

She wondered if Rodolphus had ever had a crush on Lucius.� It would explain
how venomous he was about Severus.

�Mmm.. enough of them..�
Tom said into her ear, pulling out of her and rolling her over to her back.� �I�d rather watch you..��

He slid back into her with satisfaction and fucked her gently and teasingly to
a rolling orgasm..then he sped up and took her hard
and rough, forcing another out of her, before he, in the end, flipped her back
over and slammed his cock into her unprepared ass, relishing in her shriek and
yelps as he seated himself, then commanding her to enjoy it, at which point she
could only moan and writhe in pleasure.�

He experimented with her.. commanding
her to tighten.. loosen..heat..move..� finger herself.. and come.. he
ordered her to come over and over.. he ordered her to
come and not stop coming till he told her to stop.�

The sensations were maddening.. beyond
endurance.. but she couldn�t do a thing to stop.. didn�t even want
him to stop.. her mind was just a trembling aching
lustful need for him.. to please him..� She screamed her pleasure for what seemed
like an eternity before he ordered her to tighten hard and come and the
undulating pressure forced a yell from his throat as he spent himself in
her.� They both collapsed to the bed,
gasping and shuddering and exhausted. �

They lay listening to the growls
and sounds of sex from the TV screen quite comfortably for a while until there
was a shout of alarm.�

Tom whipped his head up and she could see from the corner of her eye the bright
schadenfreude on his face.

�What the fuck?!!� the voice
shouted in horror and was abruptly cut off.�

Hermione pulled herself up to
watch the screen.�

Sorry was back in his own form and had silenced and
cast incarcerous on the naked and furiously struggling Abraxas.�

He cast wards and silencing charms around the curtains and then took off the
silencing charm, with a small smirk on his face.

�What the fuck are you doing Sorrenson!!� Son of a
syphilitic mudblood � let me go � I�m
going to fucking kill you!��

Sorrenson
laughed. �Well that�s not really a convincing reason to let you go then, is
it?�

Look.. I was ordered..to play Maia this weekend and he said I had to make it
convincing..�� He sniggered.

�Including with you in public.. he
said.. no one should be in any doubt that we�re � I
quote � smitten �with one another��

Abraxas looked furious.

�You could have just fucking brought me down here and explained, you bastard!� You
deliberately tricked me into..�

Sorry interrupted him.

�I was curious what it would be like and he didn�t say I wasn�t to fuck you.��

Abraxas snarled. �Let me go, damn
you!� I�ll fucking give you curious!..� Sorrenson
smirked again.

�No.. I
don�t think I will.� I-..�� He seemed to hesitate, uncertainly and then,
setting his jaw, blazed on determinedly. �I..enjoyed..being with you.. in her body.. I
want to do it some more.�

We�ve got the whole weekend. �I�ll play Maia
for you as much as you want � He gave
me a lot of her hair...

...She�s with him all weekend.� They were
working on something I think. � There wasn�t even a bed in the room. So you won�t
be seeing her till next week probably, to judge by his orders to me.�

You can be a whiny little bitch about
this and pummel me when I let you go.. or you could see
it as an opportunity to have as much sex as you want for the whole weekend,
without having to share.��

Abraxas face became thoughtful at
that for a moment.. after a
few seconds it twisted in discontent again

�But... its..you..
I�d be fucking you..
not her.. I�d know
it was you.. it�d be fucking
weird!��

Sorrenson
seemed to flinch at that for a moment, a tiny hurt look flashing over his
features and quickly gone.

He responded hesitantly �I�ll keep quiet.. you�ll hardly be able to tell its not her.��

He pointed his wand and summoned a
small flask from his robes, enlarging it and taking a couple of large sips,
grimacing at the taste.� Within seconds
he was cramping and rippling back into Hermione�s form.�

Abraxas responded against his
will, seeing the naked body kneeling above him and blushed at the twitch of his
cock, covering his disarray with anger.

�No. I�m not doing it. Get fucked, Sorrenson! Untie
me.� �

Sorry, with Hermione�s face,
smirked and shook his/her head and then lowered him/herself over Abraxas
hardening cock, ghosting a breath over it and looking up at him.

�What..what
are you doing?!� Sorry..
stop!! Stop
it!� You�re..
Its.. don�t!!�

Abraxas panicked as the polyjuiced Sorry began to lick the head of his cock with a
small pointed tongue. When s/he sucked it into her/his mouth Abraxas groaned and
moved his hips helplessly.�

�Oh...please..Sorry...stop..�
he whimpered, bucking weakly into the hot mouth.�

Hermione frowned, confused,
glancing at Tom. �What is the problem?!�
He happily let Septimus give him a blowjob. �What�s the bloody difference?!��

Tom smiled coldly.� �That was different, Maia.� He did that purely because he knew Septimus didn�t
want to and couldn�t disobey. He did it to punish
him..to gain power over him.. it
was an act of aggression.. it meant nothing to him
beyond a hot wet hole to shove his member down.�

This is Sorrenson..wanting to
fellate him.�

Even if it�s in your body.. for
Sorrenson, the effect is the same as it would be were
he not polyjuiced in this particular act.� He
doesn�t have to do it.. and it has nothing to do with
curiosity about being female � the feeling is unrelated to his body.��

She understood, she thought..and turned back to the screen.�

�Oh..fuck...
don�t stop.. don�t stop, damn you..uhhh.. deeper!� Abraxas was
pumping his hips up at the mouth moving up and down over him and his face was
caught in something between ecstasy and agony.�

Sorry complied and forced himself to take Abraxas
deeper, choking slightly, unused to the sensation.�

Abraxas groaned low and urgent.�

Reaching for his wand, Sorry
silently finite�d the ropes and Abraxas hands flew to his head, pumping him roughly up
and down, more deeply than he had been going, choking him.

He whimpered and the sound seemed to only incite Abraxas to even rougher
treatment.� The blonde opened his eyes
and looked down in furious lust at the teary eyed polyjuiced
Maia lookalike and commenced to brutally skullfuck
him/her, growling through his teeth.

�You want this.. you want me
to fuck you, Sorry? Want my cock?� Take
it!� Fuck!� Swallow it all you little faggot!�

When sorry whimpered and choked
again it pushed Abraxas over the edge and he forced him deep, his body flexing
and convulsing in exultant release.�

He roared in satisfaction as Hermione/sorry flailed and panicked, choking and
suffocating and screaming around the cock.

�You bite me and I�ll make you eat
your nut like palmer!� Abraxas warned him.�
�Now swallow it all.. like
a good little whore.�

Hermione watched on the screen as
her own eyes watered and filled with tears and her throat worked
frantically.�

Abraxas released Sorry then and lay back, stretching his arms above him lazily
and shifting position to be more comfortable.�
�Ahh..� he sighed in
afterglow then sniggered.

�Was it as good for you as it was for me?�

Sorry/Hermione was resting back on
her heels wide eyed and looking confused.

After a minute s/he crawled tentatively up Abraxas body, straddling him and
then lowering him/herself to curl around him with his/her face pressed to the
centre of the athletic blonde�s chest.�

Abraxas had watched him approach
and crawl up him with shock and horror on his face and now that his roommate in
Hermione�s body was curled around him, snuggling with him, he looked down at
him/her in disturbed confusion.

�Sorry?!..� he said weakly.� The girl cuddling him shivered slightly.

�What are you doing?!� Abraxas whispered, although his face displayed sudden
understanding.

�Nothing� Sorry said almost inaudibly.

Abraxas� let his
head fall back and looked up at the ceiling of his bed with a conflicted,
distressed expression.� After several minutes
he said, swallowing.. �Look..
you..you know I�m not..like that..right?� I�m not.. homosexual.� I like girls.�
And that�s all... I..� he trailed off, not
finishing whatever he�d been about to add.�

There was no response for a minute
or more and then Sorrenson said quietly �Yeah? Well
as far as i can tell I am a girl right now � I have all the parts and everything.� Have to sit down to pee, I�ll bet.� Don�t see where your problem is.�

Abraxas clenched his eyes and
massaged his forehead with a hand.

�Yes.. ok.. but.. you�re still you.. you�re Sorrenson.. not Maia.. When you ..touch me.. its.. ...Fuck Sorry..
you were bloody kissing
me.. I mean..its..not..right..� �

Sorrenson
pulled him/herself up to look Abraxas in the face. �So you are going to be a whiny little bitch about it then, Brax?!� Fine.� I�ll spend the
weekend reading and sleeping in Maia�s room instead of in here shagging the
shit out of you.��

S/he pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and made to get out of the bed,
reaching for the curtain.�

Abraxas grabbed his/her arm�
suddenly.

Hermione wished she had popcorn.� This
was like watching a Mexican soap.� She
glanced at Tom.� �This is why TV is
great!� she informed him.

He nodded, an expression of morbid fascinated by the drama playing out before
them.�

Abraxas mumbled uncomfortably. �Stop..� wait..
look.. let me think about
this, ok..� Just stay here and calm the
fuck down and let me think.��

Sorrenson, visible to them but turned away from Abraxas
flashed a tiny smirk on Hermione�s lips and made a big show of hesitating.

�If you can�t handle it then you can�t fucking handle it.� I�m sure I can go off and amuse myself with
this body.� Lots �of things I can do with it even without
you.��

Abraxas swallowed.� �Such as?!�� Sorry snorted, ignoring him �-And maybe I can
find some time alone with Sep.. he obviously didn�t mind me sucking him
off.. and his cock is bigger than yours..��

Abraxas snarled at the slur against his manhood.

�Fuck you, you little fag!� Think I care
what you want?!�� He dragged the polyjuiced
boy/girl back, slamming him face down on the bed and wrapping an arm around his
neck in a chokehold.� Sorry gagged and
struggled weakly.�

Hermione thought she should
probably be disturbed at seeing herself in that position but it was more
exciting than anything else.

�You want this?� Abraxas growled
at Hermione/Sorry, his other hand roughly stroking at his overused length and
rubbing it at the girl/boys ass cheeks, forcing it to harden faster.

�You don�t want it like before though, do you?!�
Not like a real girl..no � you want it in your ass..like
a proper little filthy queer. �Isn�t that
right?!�

Fucking answer me, Sorry! � Beg me to put it in you!� Beg me for my cock and I might give it to
you.��

Abraxas loosened his arm around the
girl�s neck and Sorry gasped for air, coughing.�
He moved to tighten his arm again and the polyjuiced
boy choked out �YES!.. I want it, alright?!.. I want it Brax.. I want you.. your
cock.. please! �Do it!�
Fucking do it!�

Abraxas snarled and then he
released Hermione/Sorry�s throat and pulled back onto
his knees, roughly forcing the small slender body before him into position on
the bed, spreading wide her/his ass cheeks and then, with no preparation, much
like Tom had done with her, except that his
cock had at least been slick from her juices at the time, Abraxas viciously
forced himself through the small ring of muscle.�

His head inside he leaned his full weight on the upper arms of the polyjuiced boy, pressing him/her into the mattress and
against the screams and sudden struggling, shoved himself in deeper, his teeth
gritted and face contorted in a snarl, till he was seated all the way inside
his/her back passage.

�Like it, then?� This is what you wanted?� What are you crying for, Sorry?� he sneered
and started to move ruthlessly, pulling out and slamming back in hard over and
over.

Hermione imagined by the easing of
his movement that he�d ripped her/him and was now lubricated with blood.�

Sorry was sobbing helplessly.� �Ohh.. it hurts..it hurts Brax..I didn�t think it would hurt
so much..I�m sorry.. I
shouldn�t have.. oh Merlin.. fuck.. it hurts.. stop.. please.. PLEASE.. fuck it hurts too much...�

Abraxas paused in his rutting and
leaned down over the girl�s body. �You should be used to it by now you little
cocksucker..quit whining.� It�s not as if you haven�t done it
before.� Look at how pushy you were.. and as you said � my cock isn�t
as big as Sep�s��

The boy below him only sobbed harder. �I haven�t, I haven�t ever I swear.� Please Brax.. I thought..I wanted you but I
didn�t know it would feel this bad.. please, please let me go.. I�ll never touch you again.. I swear.. I�m sorry.. I didn�t know.. please.. don�t anymore..� �

Abraxas seemed startled and almost
looked regretful.

�You really haven�t?� What the hell did
you think you were playing at then?��

Sorry babbled pitifully �I just wanted you.. that�s all.� You�re so
strong and bright and you look good.. and.. I saw you with Sep and wanted to be him and then..today when Tom gave me these orders I thought I could have
you ....and the way you fucked me when you thought I was her..you kissed
me...I�m sorry Brax.. I just..
I just wanted... fuck.. I don�t know what I
wanted.�� I�m sorry!!..
Please don�t do it anymore � I ..can�t take it..�� He started to cry again.�

Abraxas looked uncomfortable and
wrong footed. �I..I said I�m not queer, Sorry�� he mumbled almost defensively.

The crying girl below him continued to cry pitifully.�

He moved his pelvis experimentally, obviously considering finishing himself off
before he pulled out of her, and Sorry howled, his fingers fisting in the
bedclothes and eyes clenched.�

Abraxas swallowed and then eased himself out of her/him slowly. �As he moved away, Hermione could see blood all
over his shaft and..darker matter..� she grimaced.� Obviously Abraxas hadn�t used the scourgifying
colonic.��

The mess on the two bodies was scourgified away as soon as Abraxas reached his
wand.�

He hesitated on his knees, biting
his bottom lip and looking down at the weeping boy in girls
body.� �I�m s-..I�ll heal you.. ok?� Just..calm down,
alright?��

Sorry nodded slightly with Hermione�s head, eyes still closed as Abraxas softly
sang a basic healing charm over him/her.�

Hermione knew that it would do
precious little.� It was designed for
external use, not internal.�

Sorry shivered and swallowed. �Don�t
worry..� he muttered after a while. �It�ll..It�ll be gone after I change back.� It doesn�t matter.��

Abraxas stopped his soft singing and looked around uncomfortably. �Oh.. right.. yeah..� I�ll just.. leave you to ..rest..for a while then.��

Sorrenson didn�t answer but curled up smaller,
turning his/her face into the mattress.� Abraxas
dithered, his hand on the curtain, looking guilty.� Then, a reluctant averse resigned expression
on his face, he lowered his hand and looked down as if contemplating cruciating himself on orders.�

He turned and hesitantly lowered himself to lie down behind Sorrenson
on his side and, swallowing uncomfortably, reached for him with his hand,
pulling him/her close to lie against his chest and wrapping an arm around
her/his waist.��

Sorrenson uncurled carefully and turned, clinging to Abraxas
like a child and burying his Hermione face in the broad golden chest.

After a moment Abraxas lowered his arm around him/her again and held her/him
gingerly, stroking his back slightly, a haunted expression in his eyes. �Its..ok..Sorry.� it�ll be alright..� he said weakly.�� There was no reply and after a while he
looked down and realised the girlboy had fallen
asleep.�

Hermione sighed looking at the
bewildered distressed expression on Abraxas face.�

Tom, apparently losing interest, flicked around the channels aimlessly for a
few minutes. Septimus was playing wizarding chess
with Cygnus (and they seemed fairly neck and neck at the moment) while Amalthea was snuggled up against his side talking
animatedly to Antonia and Carmen.� Palmer
sat next to Antonia and she seemed to direct the conversation to him quite
frequently.� Benjamin sat off to the side
and read a book, only looking up at Antonia every so often with a faint
resentful expression.

Carmen was exuberant and visibly
overjoyed to be sitting where she was.� Hermione
wondered where Marta was and who her regular friends were..
whether, indeed, she had any.. although..it
was probable she did.� Maybe
in another house?� The ravenclaw girls had been very nice so far.�

When they got to Clemens (now
napping with his trousers still undone and the dirty mag
lying on the end of the bed) Tom flicked back to Abraxas.�

Sorry had transformed back in the meantime, apparently not even waking up and Abraxas
continued to hold him, looking uneasy and even a bit ill.� It was clear big troubling thoughts were
going through his mind.�

�They could be so good together� Hermione
observed sadly.� Tom emitted a
noncommittal sound.

She had an idea..

�Um.. can i
have some of Sorry�s hair?� she asked quietly.�

His eyes flicked to her and his eyebrow raised. �A nasty little smirk twisted his lips.

She did not return it but informed him with a serious conscienscious
expression �I just want to broaden his mind a little.� And I�m sure Sorry will get a kick out of it
too.� I�ve noticed that wizards don�t
seem to have so much of a problem with the idea of um..sleeping
with.. themselves as witches do.�� Tom�s eyes flashed in interest and now she smirked.�

�Point proven.�
Can I have the hair?��

He snorted and summoned a few
hairs from the pocket of his robes on the floor.� She noted that the room had already
registered her requirement and placed the huge flask of polyjuice
on the bench next to her cauldron.�

It was only a matter of minutes to
check her brew, take the vile, horrid muck (and a prepared flask just in case),
transfigure her clothing and make her way down to the dungeons.��

She had a weird feeling walking
down there, knowing that Tom would definitely be following her on the
screen.� It felt a bit like being on
candid camera or an extra in a film.�

It was also weird to walk around in this body.�
It was kind of like wearing Tom�s body but smaller, less muscled..it felt less powerful.�
She tried to walk as ungirly as she
could.�

Stepping into the common room Septimus immediately caught her eye and brightened. �Sorry
� where the blazes have you been!� Come and join us.��

Although she felt an internal warmth that Septimus so obviously embraced Sorry since yesterday,
unlike Abraxas, she shook her head and smiled, making a beeline for the boys
dorm.� Septimus�
face fell slightly and Cygnus reminded him it was his move.�

She reached the boy�s room and
quietly let herself in, closing and warding the door behind her, just in
case.�

Oh.. that was the next
problem, she hadn�t thought about, she realised.� Sorry had warded and silenced the bed.�

She hesitated and then said.. �Abraxas.. it�s
me.. can I come in?� in a quiet voice.� After a full minute there was a sizzle of the
wards dropping and Abraxas said �Maia?� I
was sleeping.. come in..�
with only a hint of panic.�

She frowned and twitched aside the curtain.�
He was lying under the covers and Sorry was nowhere in sight.�

His face displayed shock and panic at seeing her face and he glanced to the side tellingly. He must have kicked
poor Sorry out of bed and told him to hide and now he wasn�t sure whether it
wasn�t him standing at this side of
the curtain.�

She laughed and he seemed to
become more confused not less.�

�Sorry?� Where are you?� I know you�re somewhere here.� she called,
waiting.�

The disillusioned form appeared beside her, fully dressed and looking almost as
startled as Abraxas.

She smiled at him with his own face and he smiled
warily back.

�I�m waiting for a potion I�m
brewing to be finished and Tom said I could come down and um..be
with.. you both if I wanted � so I did.� Is that..ok?��

She raised an eyebrow at them both and Abraxas hesitated for a moment..

�You want to.. be with us..like..that..� he asked,
looking nonplussed.� �we
could wait till you change back..��

She laughed again. �Oh I don�t have that
long.� Perhaps three quarters of an hour
or so � I want to go up and check on my brew then.�

Sorrenson looked at her with a fascinated growing
smile. �That�s fine by me, Maia..� he said and stepped
closer to her.. to himself..

Yup she thought.� Wizards just find it a turn on to be with
themselves.� It must be some ego
flaw.�

She leaned in and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him and feeling that
alien weight in her pants give a twitch.�

If Abraxas didn�t want to join them then it was his loss, she decided. Sorry was
really..good.. when she was
in the passageway upstairs � no doubt he�d be just as good if she was a guy.�

He kissed her back
enthusiastically and she reached for his hand, placing it on her hardening
cock.� He moaned into her mouth in
excitement and she couldn�t help but do the same at the unbelievable sensation
of his hand gripping and rubbing at her in a practiced manner.�

There was a small choked sound from Abraxas.�
�Maia?! That�s...� How can you?!�
I don�t understand!�

She pulled away, reluctantly
removing Sorry�s hand from her and gave him a few
small pecks..unwilling really to move away from
him.� �Oh Abraxas..
quit being so stuffy.�
There�s so many things that feel sooo good..once you try them properly. �But you have to know how to do them right. �

For your information - I happen to like
being a boy from time to time.� And right
now.. I�d like to sleep with Sorry.� You can watch..if
you like. If you are less �boring� in your moral perspective, maybe you can
even join us.. if Sorry is ok
with it.��

Abraxas sputtered but she was not
watching him anymore.. Her mission had changed at some
point between the room of requirement and seeing Sorry disillusioned and hiding
in order to allow Abraxas to pretend he hadn�t been fucking him.

�Which one is your bed?� she asked
him.�

He virtually dragged her by the forearm to the bed nearest the wall on the
opposite side of the room and pulled her into it, using his wand to free and
close the curtains.�

She smirked at his eagerness and took it off him, tucking it under his
pillow.� This only seemed to incense him
further and he pulled at her clothing, tearing it off her impatiently.

She laughed and caught his hands.

�Calm down.. I promise I won�t go away.. and you will enjoy it.. trust me.. I know how to
make it good.��

He swallowed and breathed fast and deep, licking his top lip slightly.�

She leaned in and kissed him, untying his tie and sliding it off.�

The remainder of their clothes
came away in a choreography of tongue and teasing fingers till the two
identical bodies knelt facing each other, one eager and uninhibited and the
other confident and ..marginally less uninhibited.�

She�d forgotten how different
arousal was in the male form and her erection was giving her trouble.. It was saying it wanted to be inserted into something now..

Peripherally Hermione was aware that Abraxas had followed them and was standing
at the side of the bed, the curtains twitched back to let him watch them.� He had an unreadable expression on his face
that wasn�t quite pleasure but looked unable to tear himself away.�

Ignoring him she moved closer to Sorry,
urging him down onto his back on the bed and following him, straddling his body
with her own and kissing him, worshipping him with her tongue, teeth and
fingers as he sighed and moved beneath her.�

He made the most delicious little
sounds when his nipples were sucked and when she started to suck his cock he
groaned and tried to push her away almost immediately.�

�No!.. this is too fucking
hot.. I�ll blow my load before we even start!��

She smiled up at him ferally with his own mouth. �Don�t
worry.. you do get to come
more than once� and dropped back down onto his prick, sucking the life out of
him.

As threatened he popped less than a minute later, looking down with delight at
his own face sucking him with great satisfaction.�

She continued on. Flicking out her wand and casting the scourgifying colonic on
him.� He shuddered but seemed to realise
what it was and parted his legs for her eagerly, an expression of excited
nervousness on his face.�

Hermione moved back and started to
�romance� him all over again, licking and nibbling up his thighs and sucking on
his balls then licking further down, gently raising his legs and trailing her
tongue over his cheeks, circling her way in till she could reach the tiny pink
rosette.�

His excited little gasps and sighs gave way to a mewl of pleasure as she tongued his ass thoroughly,
his legs twitching.�

His cock, she could see, was fully hard once again and she ran her tongue up
him from periwinkle to cock tip, making him writhe in pleasure.� Licking her way back down she tongue fucked
him some more till he was nearly frantic and then flicked her wand out and cast
the lubrication charm on his ass and her fingers.�

One finger made his little ring
contract and protest and she felt him tense, probably remembering the pain of Abraxas
brutally fucking him in her body.

She moved back up and started to lick his cock and balls again, just gently
fucking him with her finger till she felt him calm down.�

Her own cock was protesting at all of
this and begging to be allowed to get to the part where she fucked him.�

She rubbed herself on the mattress absently.�

Adding another finger carefully
caused Sorry to whimper and clench but she fucked him with them slow and easy
and only when he relaxed and started to move slightly with her fingers did she
start to scissor them in him and added a third, widening him in earnest.�

He moaned as his cock was bathed by her tongue and her fingers stretched
him.�

Wanting to be on the safe side she gingerly eased in her little finger, stretching him
wide.� She wanted him to enjoy the next
part as much as she had when Draco
had done it.

Ohh.. Draco.. She hadn�t thought of him in..a
while.. but she realised suddenly that she missed him.� Not so much the..physical
side of it.. Strangely enough she missed his..deference..
his..coy romance.. She missed
him as a ferret too..�
He had been a good pet. ��

Putting it out of her mind and turning to the young Rodolphus
lookalike, she got up onto her knees and lifted his legs, putting them on her
shoulders.�

�Relax..� she told him and lined her weeping, eager
cock up with his nicely stretched ring.�

Ohhh.. it was going to be so hard to hold
on, she realised.� She just wanted to
come so badly now.. Shit.�

She turned and became aware of Abraxas once more.� He looked..excited, against his will.� The bulge in his pants certainly suggested
that he was..

She smiled darkly and pushed, forcing the head of her cock past the oh-so-deliciously-tight
little ring of muscle.�

Sorry whimpered slightly and she took his legs off her shoulders and encouraged
him to wrap them around her waist.

�Push me in� she said softly,
letting him gauge the speed at which she entered him.�

He got the idea immediately and tightened his legs around her gradually,
drawing her inside him with a sensation that was agony and bliss all at
once.� She bit her lip, groaning softly
in the effort of not moving.�

His eyes were closed and mouth wide, an expression of curiosity and wonder on
his face.�

Reaching for his cock she stroked
him gently..teasingly, and his eyes flicked open. �Ohhh fuck.. that
feels good.. oh.. when you�re
in me and you do that..� His eyes rolled back to indicate the feeling of bliss
and she informed him. �It will feel better when I move�� His legs loosened slightly immediately
and she slid out slowly, still stroking him and then pumped in just a little
faster. �

He moaned and turned his head away mumbling. �Oh..
you�re right.. so good.. Merlin!...
keep doing that.. harder!..��

She didn�t know which he meant and her cock was getting rather insistent so she
tightened both her grip on his cock and the speed with which she moved in him,
snapping her hips at the end.�

He moaned loudly and�
his hands fisted the bedclothes like they had when he was in her
body and Abraxas had licked him�

�Ohh.. harder!.. gonna come.!.��

Hermione turned quickly and
glanced at Abraxas who in the interim had divestoed
his clothing and was actually stroking himself watching them both.

�Do you want to have him too?� she
asked urgently.

He hesitated looking conflicted.�

�If you do, I�ll keep him from coming and finish myself and you can bring him off when you take him.�

Hurry up and decide.. he�s so
hot and tight, not moving in him is making my balls ache!�

A dark greedy look dawned on Abraxas
face and he responded quickly �Yes. I�ll fuck him when you�re finished.. leave him for me.��

As if the sound of Abraxas saying he wanted to fuck him was too much for him, Hermione
had to clamp down on the base of Sorry�s cock to
prevent him from spilling his load right then.�
His groan of pleasure turned into a wail of desperation.�

�Fuck.. I need.. please.. Maia.. or..
no.. want him too.. but.. oh..alazar.. it feels so good...
Move.. touch me!..��

She kept hold on his cock
mercilessly, fucking him hard, to her own organ�s delight.� She didn�t last even a minute but cried out
in sudden exploding release soon after, spasming and
gasping.�

�..So..good..Sorry... You feel..so...good..� she choked out, not releasing his cock as she
pulled out.

He shuddered and moaned at the feeling of it and she leaned over him and
captured his lips.� His kiss was hungry,
desperate, needy and so..so..appealing..
she felt her cock actually twitch again in
temptation.�

Flicking her wand out, figuring Abraxas
might be a finicky jerk, she reapplied the colonic and the lubricating charm
and, thoughtfully, cast a very, very, weak binding charm around the base of Sorry�s cock.� She�d
release it when Abraxas was close.� The
experience would be better for both of them if they came together.�

Abraxas was already climbing up to
kneel over Sorry and looked like a child doing something disobedient who hopes
not to get caught.� She wondered whether
that was what he was � perhaps his parents had instilled in him the belief that
it was naughty and bad and wrong to do this.�

He seemed, whatever the case, horny enough to get past that little issue as he
positioned himself at the slick entrance to Sorry�s
prepared little hole and pushed in.�

�Fuck... YES!!!..� the boy beneath him groaned,
bucking up toward him. �

Thus encouraged, Abraxas leaned down over him on his hands and knees and
quickly snapped his hips in, thrusting all the way in one stroke.�

Sorry cried out in pleasure and Abraxas
seemed relieved, lowering himself still further to stroke over his chest and
neck with a tentative hand. �

Sorry had immediately wrapped his legs around him and was rolling his pelvis,
revelling in the feeling of the boy he wanted most fucking him on purpose.� Abraxas too seemed to be thawing and Hermione,
curious whether it might work, joined them both, kneeling behind Abraxas and
running her hands up his spine.�

He stiffened.� �What are you doing Maia?�
he asked fearfully.

She smirked, although he couldn�t see it and told him. �Just relax... I�ll only
use my mouth, ok?��

He calmed again somewhat and started to move in Sorry.� She heard the catch of his breath.

�He is..really hot..and tight.. fuck..
feels..good..�

She started to lick up his spine
and kiss his back, leaning over him and brushing his hair aside so that she
could kiss and suck his neck and shoulders.��
If he felt her newly hardened erection he didn�t react.�

Curious, she pulled his hair,
dragging his face around to hers and kissing him.. moaning into his mouth.�

He responded reticently, reluctant to kiss her in Sorry�s
form, so she continued kissing him till he reacted with more hunger.�

�Mmmm...
much better..� she praised him, releasing him..�

Sorry was looking up at them both
with wonder, watching Abraxas passionately kiss a face that resembled his own.�

He licked his lips and the blind wistful desire was painful in his eyes.�

Hermione leaned down and kissed him, knowing it wasn�t what he wanted.� He responded eagerly even so, wrapping his
arms around her (himself) and pulling her closer.. S

he
withdrew after Abraxas obviously started moving in him more vigorously and he
started moaning and panting in need again.�

Applying the scourgifying colonic
to Abraxas (at which he stiffened again and looked at her fearfully) she
returned to kneeling behind him and kissing and licking his, it had to be said,
beautifully built body.�

This time she licked her way down.. to his increasing excitement.

It was hard to lick his bottom when it was moving so she held him in place and
engaged in a more thorough exploration.

When her tongue delved between his
virgin cheeks he cried out in surprised pleasure.�

She thought he might be getting
very close now so she precautionally released Sorry�s little binding as she made her way down to the
puckered flower squeezed tight against her unnatural, arousing, intrusion.�

Abraxas made a little whine of confusion and she heard Sorry
snicker.� �Yeah..
her tongue feels fucking lovely doesn�t it?!� You
should feel her cock.. ohhh Merlin Brax.. if you don�t start moving again.. i�m gonna go mad��

Hermione slid a hand up Abraxas
spine as she forced her slick muscle past the tight little star, making him
buck away and into Sorry helplessly. �

She pushed down with her hand, urging him down closer to Sorry.. hoping..he
might let go and kiss the poor crushing boy.�

Reapplying her tongue to his ass and gently urging with her hand, he actually did bend to the boy and a little while
later she heard the sound of Sorry�s excited joyful
moan through a kiss.�

Abraxas started moving again, forcefully, fucking into him hard and fast and Sorry�s sounds of raw pleasure were muffled by their mouths
pressed together, devouring one another like creatures possessed.�

It seemed seconds and then she
heard Sorry�s muffled yell of release, his body
cramping and clinging around Abraxas and shortly thereafter the blond boy,
broke the kiss and threw his head back gasping and crying out in that exultant
ecstatic way he had. �Then he shuddered
all over and turning his face back down, plunged back and claimed Sorry�s lips again...�

She felt overjoyed at how well it
had worked out for them both.� The way
they were slung together peacefully now in their afterglow and Abraxas was still..kissing
and holding Sorry.� It was beautiful!�

She smiled and cast tempus..and sighed.. just under 15 minutes to go before her polyjuice
would run out.�

She crawled close to them
both.�

�I have to go now, my beautiful.. beautiful boys.� But you have fun this weekend.� There are so many things you can do.. and you have lots of polyjuice.��

The two had broken off their kiss
and looked pink and flustered.� She could
see Sorry�s cheeks were wet � he had cried at some
point.� Her heart pricked and she leaned
in, kissing them each in turn twice, pulling away when they tried to kiss her
longer.

She stroked Abraxas hair and wiped Sorry�s cheek with
the back of her finger.�

�SO beautiful..
Thank you..both of you.. I have to go.� Don�t forget your polyjuice
if you leave the bed, Sorry, ok?��

She left quickly, not wanting to
hang about and risk changing in the middle of the corridors somewhere.

When she reached the common room, Septimus called out to her again and she just grinned and
left through the shield hole, rushing down the corridor.�

She�d almost reached the stairs back up to the ground floor when a hand caught
her arm and spun her around.�

�Damn it, Sorry!� You�ve been ignoring me all day � are you
angry about.. about last
night?��

Septimus
stood nervous and upset.�

She shook her head.�

He furrowed his brow. �Then.. what the blazes are you-..��

She smirked and put her finger to
her lips, beckoning him to follow.�

He did, with some confusion and she hurried up, by every secret passage she
knew, back to the room of requirement, knocking and being admitted by Tom
immediately.� He had obviously seen her
coming.�

�What did you bring him back here
for?� he demanded when the door was closed behind them both.�

�The point is for him to be around Amalthea so that
the silly witch doesn�t have a fit over nothing.��

She snorted � �Well � as you know
� Maia is currently shagging Abraxas silly in his dorm room � Amalthea can go and check and if Septimus
is away somewhere and not with Maia,
then it�s none of her business, is it?!��

Septimus
behind her was displaying the slight disturbance that for Prince descendents was obviously the genetic facial expression of
extreme shock and horror.�

�Maia?!!� he ground out.. �Then..
Sorrenson is..��

Hermione remembered and jumped
slightly in pleasure. �Ooooooh..
I wonder!!� she remarked and sped across the room to the screen where.. yes..
Abraxas and Sorrenson were still in bed
together.�

Sorry was sucking Abraxas off again
with enjoyment. �Hermione wondered how
the blonde had so much stamina � he�d already come three times in the last
couple of hours! ��

Septimus
and Tom had followed her over and while Septimus
looked shocked and horrified that they were apparently watching the two in bed,
Tom snickered. �It appears that Abraxas mind has indeed been broadened� he
observed.��

As they continued to watch, each
fascinated with the scene playing out, Septimus looked
increasingly upset.

She looked at him, surprised.�

�It�s not the privacy thing is it... don�t tell me that you wanted one of them.. Sorrenson.. you
liked Sorrenson?��

Septimus
didn�t reply but the faint guilt on his face confirmed it.�

She laughed.

�Well you�ve already been with both of them � go and join them.� I am quite certain they will take you in
their current state of mind � especially if you tell them i sent you down to join them.�

Septimus brightened slightly and seemed to be
considering this as he watched the screen fixedly.

Tom frowned, however.� �That wouldn�t solve anything. The whole
point of the switch is for Amalthea to see that Septimus is nowhere near you.��

Hermione shrugged and took out the
flask with Sorry polyjuice
in it and gave it to Septimus.� �Here.�
Just make sure you change back in the knights� chamber so that no one
twigs.�

Oh.. and.. give
me some of your hair!� You never know..��

Tom wiped his hand down his face
in irritation but nodded and Septimus happily snipped
off a swatch of his hair in exchange for the silver flask. ��

After he�d departed, Tom seemed
annoyed.

��What?!� she prompted uneasily.�

He glared at her and shook his
head.� �It doesn�t matter.�

She felt the room change around
her and, although the potions area remained stable the rest of the room
suddenly shifted into her room in the future.�

She looked around bemused. �We aren�t going to watch them to see what Septimus does, then?��

Tom growled and turned away. �I
couldn�t care less what they do.��

He stalked angrily to the fireplace and threw himself down in one of the
wingback chairs. �Come here� he demanded tightly.�

She obeyed, a little unsettled by his apparent
dramatic shift in demeanour, with no discernable reason.�

He pulled her down into his lap and held her, sighing.��

She relaxed after a minute and let
herself cuddle into him, putting her head on his shoulder and watching the
fire.�

After a long time she felt him
sigh and his arms tightened around her slightly. �I won�t allow anything to
happen to you� he said quietly.� She felt
his hand stroke her hair slowly and they didn�t move until it was time for her
to add the final ingredient to the potion.

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