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Harry Potter and the Energumen of the Elchee	By : The_Oddest_Exclamation Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 48778 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I'm not making any money from this because I am not J.K. Rowling.

Chapter List
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First, thanks to everyone who has read or reviewed the previous chapters. I love knowing that people actually find my stuff interesting.
Also, I do apologies for this taking longer than I wanted, besides, I live in America, and our past few months have been fucking insane
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There were a thousand things Harry could have said about their bath, but the chief thought in his mind was that they, like almost everything at Hogwarts so far, were almost unbelievably opulent.
Little cubes of glowing glass imbedded in the frescos in the walls, like sparks of captured sunlight, illuminated a massive pool of foamy water at least a hundred feet long and half as wide flanked by a dozen thick pillars of marble that held up the ceiling, ending with a waterfall that poured from a slot in the curved back wall..
It was a luxurious room, not as overwhelming or alien as the Great Hall or the castle as a whole, which Harry had still not fully processed. But considering that he had spent most of his life bathing in rivers or the tub Vernon kept in the keep, it was beyond what he had imagined he would ever need to be available.
“It’s a bit much, I know the feeling….” Penny clapped him on the shoulder, having taken a break from yelling at everyone about proper bathing techniques to smile down at him warmly. “But you’ll have to share it with everyone else, so there is that.”
His twin, Violet gave the teen a blank stare. “I’ve never seen a bath so big!” The blank stare turned into something devious. “Not even the bathhouse in Shetland was half this size.”
Penny nodded in affirmation. “Dumbledore likes to keep his servants comfortable…” She trailed off contentedly. Slipping her robes off as Harry and his twin doffed their cloaks with the rest of the students.
It was a nice bit of assurance, and Harry decided that it was the crux of the matter, that final piece that made the last few days make sense. Harry’s liege doing what a wise king did, providing reasons for those who he wanted to be loyal to remain close.
The thought filled him with a renewed confidence in his purpose, and Harry found a tension he hadn’t even known had been there melting out of him as he wandered over to the shelf of baskets where towels and soaps were kept.
He couldn’t complain about the view either, as Penny started stripping her undergarments.
Harry figured that it would be almost refreshing to be able to relax for a good long while. Uncle Vernon had spent almost the entirety of his niece and nephew’s lives training them for their service, every moment of training he could squeeze out of them without them running off to the woods or cliffs at any rate, and it seemed that for the moment that the training would continue. He would just have more luxuries in his more substantial down time.
Not that spending his free time with Violet wasn’t fun in itself, and the extra benefits had certainly had proved their worth over the past few months, but he had a good feeling that meeting other people and doing new things would be at least as fun.
And so far it had interesting, to say the very least.
Speaking of his twin, he still needed to figure out what specifically she had been so mad about earlier, or maybe see if she could be talked into some more private location where he could get the information out of her in a more interesting manner…
For now though, he just wanted to have a nice relaxing bath.
As his tension continued melting, his core sent a spark at him. It hit him an instant too late for him to avoid Violet’s vengeful tackle.
Thankfully, it did give him enough time to twist, and so they didn’t tumble into the foamy water like his twin likely intended.
On the other hand, her tackle came at just the right moment for Harry to end up knocking over Tonks and planting himself face-first into the cheeks of her very well shaped, and now very naked bum…
It was quite musty he decided, having knocked the older teen onto her stomach. A second or so later he realized that her butt wasn’t the only large, sweaty, and well-rounded thing his nose was buried in.
Tonks flipped over onto her back, swinging her leg over his head and Harry felt something very hot, slightly moist, and quite long, flop itself on top of his head with a weighty smack.
His first thought, was back to the encounter with Dior the night before, and the now faded mark he had left on her cheek.
Then there came was a throaty chuckle from above him, and the member that had been lying across the crown of his head was shifted.
A now naked Violet planted herself into a sitting position on the small of his back and grasped the older teen’s member, which Harry decided had to be nearly eight inches long, holding it off his head with her slightly callused hand.
He would have said that he found the fact that he could feel his twin’s slit starting to drool onto the bare part of his back a little less than reassuring to his sense of personal masculinity. But that was probably one of those things that went without needing words.
“Well you can count me impressed sis.” His twin said to Tonk’s in an awed and increasingly lecherous voice.
Harry lifted his head so his nose was no longer nestled in the pouch of her sweaty testicles, hoping he wasn’t as red as he felt. Draco was staring over at them with his jaw nearly resting on the ground, Pansy standing next to him with her head in her hands.
Dior, on the other hand was giving Tonks a look that was somewhere between impressed and intimidated, and he could see her neck work as she swallowed hard.
Ron, on the other hand, grinned at them and took the opportunity to get a shot in, having already slipped into the water. “I’ll admit that I didn’t take you for a poofter Harry.” The leggy redheaded boy mocked in a lazy drawl, amusement oozing from his lips and with a smirk on his face.
Harry was about to shoot back, but his newly formed apprentice bond with Tonks flickered, and a sense of amusement seemed to grow as the teen slid her hands up, and presumably under his sister’s arms.
Harry looked up to see the older teen with an almost loving smile on her face, which turned into a victorious grin as Tonks chucked his sister through the air and into the foamy pool.
Ron squawked and dove out of the way, Violet was so taken by surprise that she didn’t even make a sound, until she burst through foam a second later and screamed dramatically to the gods. “Why does that keep happing to me?”
Tonks chucked and stood swiftly in her victory, a sarcastic reply to his twin’s melodramatic display on her lips… but she rose too quickly, and Harry got the chance to see the ball of her foot start to slip in real time while he knelt on the tile.
It was moments like this, that Harry actually appreciated all the training that his uncle had given him. The increased reflexes in particular were the part he was feeling the most appreciation for in that instant. Because when the teen flipped back into the water, he dodged her, and her foot merely missed his face by a few inches instead of knocking all of his teeth out.
“Oh, good grief…” Penny started shouting at the large hole in the suds.” Be more careful you klutz.” The younger, and now very naked teen growled under her breath as marched over.
As Harry rushed to stand, fresh annoyance sparked across his bond with Violet, while the newer one with Tonks shimmered in amusement and it drew his gaze from the bush at the junction of the younger Esquires legs.
A shimmering flower burst from the water in the form of Tonks’s hair, which flashed through several colors as the shapely and athletic teen stood in the shallow water and ground her fist into Violet tangled hair, while his twin struggled to free her head which was trapped by the teen’s headlock
“Rarg!” His sister tried to shout, kicking hard enough that her legs burst above the surface before Tonks dunked her back underneath the water.
Tonks just grinned again as she yanked the redhead back up. “You need to learn a lesson; we can’t have you just running around grabbing bits that don’t belong to you.” Her grin widened as his sister managed to extract herself and turned to glare, sliding into a fighting stance.
“Oh, for the love of…” Penny rubbed the bridge of her nose as most of the other students started slipping into the water. Then her shoulders loosened and she waded into the water. “To Hell with it… I’m going to relax tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”
Harry, deciding that Violet would eventually tire herself out, turned to see who else had been gawking. Draco was standing nearby, blinking owlishly. “Suddenly I have an inexplicable urge to buy an unreasonably large galley…” The blonde boy trailed off, still blinking.
“Welcome to my world Malfoy.” Neville grumbled out sarcastically, barely paying the chaos any attention as he pulled a brick-sized bar of soap from a bin.
“Really Draco, the difference isn’t that much.” Harry heard Pansy whisper to her betrothed in reassurance.
His twin, on the other hand, didn’t seem to give a damn about her brother’s sudden crisis of virility. “Pansy, it was at least seven inches long, as thick as my wrist, and it was only at half-mast… I don’t know whether I pity Esquire Penny or if I’m jealous.” Dior said aloud, with a hungry smirk on her face.
Hermione, now undressed but still trying to shepherd her intoxicated younger sister, piped in from behind them. “We’ll I for one think its grotesque!” The girl commented briskly, and Harry could feel her using little bursts of magic in an attempt to get Melody to pay attention and undress.
Melody on the other hand was still staring at where Tonks and Violet were still wrestling in the foam with glazed eyes and a massive flush across the entirety of her exposed skin.
She looked absolutely adorable in Harry’s opinion; clearly her proper first look at a masculine organ had been quite the shock.
Not that he really blamed her, but Harry had also remembered that Tonks was a woman in actuality, and had presumably used her shape-shifting to make an organ of such unnecessarily impressive size.
At least that was what he told himself… No reason to feel intimidated by someone who was only a man part of the time anyway.
“Admitting to liking little boys isn’t something I would have done, but I guess they do things different in Greece.” Ron’s sister snipped lazily, with an almost playful grin on her face, breaking Harry out of his thoughts.
Hermione brushed her now nude servant behind her. “Say that again you- you…!” The brunette hissed out, stamping her feet on the tile, and Harry could feel her core flicker and crackle in anger.
It was strong enough for Draco and his sister to seemingly involuntarily step closer to where Gregory and Goyle were already lounging in the pool of water.
Then the feeling came back to him at once, the inexplicable urge to experience the sensation he had felt with the frizzy haired Greek earlier on the bridge again.
If they had been alone, Harry was unsure what he would have done... it was probably fortunate that there were plenty of other people the buildup had caught the attention of. This included Tonks, who had stopped wrestling to stare with Violet, and Penny who was openly glaring at the two girls standing off by the pool.
Then there was an instant, where from Penny he felt the same sort of power he had when she had tossed Violet and Rachel into the air earlier that day. This time however, instead of a flicker, it was like being seized by a wave. Before he knew what was happening, he had been ripped from his feet and was flying through the air. He went over the student filled foam and then he slammed into hot water.
There was the instant where he felt like he was burning, before his skin adapted to the temperature. He could feel the stress and anxiety drain from his body like a physical thing, so he relaxed in the water for a moment, mentally figuring that a rinse was probably in order anyway.
Harry sat like that for a few more seconds, enjoying the warmth before he righted himself beneath the water, feeling the bottom glance on the very tips of his toes as he pushed off, bursting through what felt like a foot of foam to the surface.
“-ust yanking people like that Penny! What would Minnie say?” He could hear Tonks asking sarcastically from somewhere nearby.
“I am going to relax tonight if it kills someone.” There was a silence as Harry worked his way towards their voices, and presumably shallower water. “And I said everyone was getting a bath tonight earlier, didn’t I?”
Finally he reached a point where his feet were planted firmly on the bottom, and a moment later a very haggard looking Draco pushed the foam from between them apart and started looking around in a confused manner. His oily core flickering to his twin, and Harry followed the connection to only a few feet to his left.
“Dior,” Draco called out into the wall of foam, “do you see Pansy?” He asked, running a hand though his wet hair in exasperation.
The girl in question burst from the water between them with a grin on her face. “Nope, I think she hit the water somewhere near Goyle and Gregory though.” She said, pointing a slender arm back towards the deeper water.
Draco lunged into the suds in a breaststroke, swimming off into deeper water. Harry brushed his hair off of his face and took a deep breath of the lavender-scented air, raising an eyebrow while Dior gave him a silly grin. “You look a little out of place Potter. You ever been in a bath this nice before?”
Harry shrugged, too relaxed to really feel out of place. “No, I can’t say that I have.”
“You should visit our father’s castle some time.” She said with a casual wave towards where Draco had rushed off. “The baths there are actually nicer than this one.”
That peaked Harry’s interest a little. “Really?”
She nodded, swiping her long wet hair behind her head. “Our father takes hygiene quite seriously.”
Harry nodded. He had garnered that fact just from the very first look he had gotten at the two of them. The two seemed like the kind of people who took a great amount of pride in their appearance, the kind of people Vernon had told him were normally diplomats. And he remembered it being mentioned at one point that Mr. Malfoy had quite an important job, though the exact details escaped him at the moment.
Then he noticed Dior giving the foam around them suspicious looks. Harry felt her core pulse, not enough that anyone who wasn’t paying close attention would notice, but enough to give her a decent idea of who was around.
She took another step closer to him and grasped his arm, pulling him into slightly deeper water, until just their heads were above the steaming surface. The Dior gave him a devious grin and stepped closer, intertwining their legs so that they were nearly flush together and she could whisper in his ear. “Did you get a good look at the esquires… member?” She drew the last word out in a manner that made it impossible for her to be talking about anything else.
It was a remarkably dumb question, he had literally had his nose in it, but of course he wasn’t going to say that. “Of course I saw it Dior. What do you think I was doing down there? Planting roses?” He whispered back half-jokingly, as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
He couldn’t see her face but she gave a quiet chuckle. “Most boys would have closed their eyes?” She said in an obviously questioning manner.
Now it was Harry’s turn to chuckle. “I see no reason to be intimidated by a female shape-shifter’s penis.” He put emphasis where he figured it needed to be and was rewarded with another chuckle and a more lusty pulse from Dior’s core.
“I won’t lie, it made me hot.” Her legs intertwined closer with his and Harry could feel himself starting to stand to attention as her sex started grinding at his. “Hot and needy…”
Harry had gotten the feeling that she liked a little roughhousing from earlier, and that made him curious. “Tonks, or Penny?” He asked, in only a slightly teasing manner, distinctly aware that Draco could return with Pansy any moment but not wanting to give up the new physical contact just yet.
“Both!” The aristocratic blond moaned quietly into his ear and Harry moved to cup her butt and pull her closer, but a splash nearby caused her to untangle from him in a smooth motion, and she slid beneath the steamy water with a secretive grin.
Out from one of the piles of suds emerged Hermione, her younger sister/servant wrapped around her neck to stay afloat.
“Oh, it’s you!” The girl said, giving him a frustrated look. “You wouldn’t happen to know where Tonks or Penny are would you?” She asked as she went slashing at the mounds of fragrant bubbles, which seemed to just pile up higher as if to mock her efforts.
Harry shrugged and gestured in the general direction he had heard them conversing earlier. “That way I think, why?”
Hermione harrumphed, clearly annoyed. “She forgot that my sister was drunk when she decided to throw us all in the bath, and I am going to give her a piece of my mind!”
The way she had growled out the sentence would have made him nervous, if it wasn’t for Penny’s casual defeat of both his own sister and Hermione already. “You might want to reconsider that, she didn’t sound in the mood for an argument.” Hermione was powerful, but not much stronger than Violet. She was also at least three full years younger than Penny, which meant that she had at least three years of education less.
The girl seemed to pause at that, maybe remembering how easy the teen had been able to toss her into the water in the first place. Her brow furrowed as she shifted her stance and readjusted Melody, who groaned as she was shifted and gave Harry a drunken, almost conspiratorial grin.
“Maybe get her out of the water before the alcohol catches up to her.” He advised as they slowly walked towards the shallower water, where he had heard Tonks and Penny earlier.
The Byzantine girl snorted. “You mean to a bucket right?” She asked sarcastically, stopping to turn to face them now that they were in shallower water.
Harry just shrugged, while her little sister giggled. Melody reached out to adjust her grip around her sister’s shoulders, but ending up groping at her older sisters chest instead.
Hermione’s brain seemed to stop working for a moment. Her core sending out helpless little flickers as Melody used her, barely developing breasts as handholds.
For Harry’s part, much the same was true. There was a split second when his thoughts went back to the grin the younger girl had given him earlier, but the thoughts were quickly banished as the preteen continued groping under the pretext of readjusting her grip.
Embarrassment, anger, helplessness, shame and a tiny hit of something she wouldn’t have been able to identify but Harry knew was arousal, rippled through Hermione’s magic.
She worked her jaw, as Melody went back to relaxing around her neck. Grinning at him smugly and Harry realized a moment too late that he should have looked away.
“Did you get a good look?” The frizzy-haired brunette hissed as him, coming as close as she dared and making both their cores crackle like some magical form of lodestone attraction. “Do my breasts amuse you?”
Harry thought fast… looking for a way out of the situation that wouldn’t get him in trouble. He noticed Melody suddenly turning a little less red, and a little greener, and it hit him. “They were both quite lovely Hermione, but your sister looks a little nauseous at the moment, why don’t we ask Tonks where the bathroom is before she pukes in your hair?”
Hermione blinked owlishly, confused at the boldness of his reply for an instant before shooting him a suspicious glance. “Then lead the way…” She growled out, gesturing to the foam with a free arm. “But don’t be trying any funny business.”
Finding Penny, at the very least, turned out to be easier than expected. The brown haired teen was lolling in the shallow end, watching Padma and Parvati mess around in the little artificial waterfall.
“This better be good.” The younger Esquire said irritably as they approached.
It was actually interesting to watch the way Hermione reacted to the Esquire. The girl seemed suddenly empty of all the embarrassment and anger from before, her face the very picture of respect for authority.
Her core had changed as well, instead of the barely restrained lashing; it flickered and curled back on itself submissively.
That was certainly interesting, and he mentally filed that tidbit in the back of his mind for later, while Penny explained how to get to the toilets.
Getting to where the bathroom was proved to be easy as well, as they were located merely halfway back to the main room. Getting them open however, was proving to be more difficult.
The main issue was that, like the entrance to their dorm or the mysterious doorway on the outer-wall, the bathroom wasn’t simply a door.
“Why doesn’t this stupid thing work!” The brunette growled in frustration, trying to hold up her sibling, dry herself with her towel, and work her new short-staff at once.
As soon as they had left Penny’s presence, the girl’s annoyance had returned in full force, though thankfully without the accompanying anger.
Harry was glad of that, as he warily glanced up and down the hallway, he could talk his way around her frustration easily enough. That didn’t mean he was going to ignore the opportunity to take the occasional peek, but he tried to make it as unobvious as possible.
She was certainly well developed for her age, not as willowy as Dior or as lithe and muscular as Violet, but with the barest hint of pleasing curves that drew his wandering eyes. Something Melody seemed to notice, and found as amusing as a girl looking like she was seconds away from puking could. If the sickly grin she shot him was anything to go by.
If he didn’t know better, Harry would have thought the little minx was trying to bait him with some silent form of permission.
Hermione however, had finally calmed down from earlier. And he told himself that he felt no desire to make her angry again. It was a decision he made despite the familiar flickering at the edge of his mind that he knew came from his core.
It was the desire to challenge her if she wouldn’t submit.
Of course Harry had a very good general idea where the sensation came from. There were only a couple people in their group that could honestly say that they had cores as large as the one he and Violet sported. Hermione was definitely one of them.
That didn’t mean that now was the time for that though, Uncle Vernon didn’t consider him the responsible one for no reason after all. “You have to flick it.” Melody garbled, breaking her grin with him to lean her naked frame heavily against the wall. “Like the lady said.”
Hermione didn’t seem to appreciate the advice. “Just please be quiet Melody!” She hissed, finally tossing her towel onto the floor in frustration and simply slamming her fist into the wall.
There was a burst of crackling magic. A flash that was invisible to the eye, but easily felt across the skin and Harry felt the fine hairs rise across his flesh.
It wasn’t the only thing that rose at the display of untrained power, and he was suddenly immensely thankful that he was standing behind Hermione as the slot in the wall seemed to shimmer into view.
The doorway was thin, and not set in at a straight angle, but cocked in a manner that was slightly annoying to try and look at directly. It seemed to make the wall appear to be angled impossibly.
It seemed to put Hermione off by that for a moment, and she stood glaring at the threshold. “You go in first.” She turned to him and commanded, her magical core crackling with a powerful, though probably subconscious, form of compulsion.
Harry hadn’t been doing what Uncle Vernon had often called “Acting Out” recently, but it had more to do with his desire to be cautious in an unfamiliar place than anything else at the moment. On the other hand, that was pretty clearly a challenge in his mind, and from someone strong enough for his magic to see as a sort of equal.
He grinned and opened his mouth to reply, sliding his feet into a better stance and feeling his magic begin to respond to his mixed excitement and ire automatically. Before he could say anything however, the hallway back to the dorms seemed to open up, a second group of students arriving led by a teen who looked fourteen, and Harry figured that she was about Penny’s age maybe even from the same former group.
She certainly didn’t look like Penny though. The teen was taller, thinner, and completely shaven to reveal the full extent of her dark caramelized skin. The older girl took one look at the three of them, standing naked outside the bathroom, as her group stopped behind her and she grimaced. Her eyes closing in frustration and revealing a pair of painted eyes on the lids. The teen’s core rolled as she gave an irritated sigh, sliding a hand over her shaven head and gritting her teeth in frustration.
Hermione’s core suddenly roared beside him, enough that Harry almost startled, but he merely switched his stance so he was facing the newcomer.
His… acquaintance was less restrained. Growling at the apparent Esquire angrily in a language he presumed was Greek or maybe Latin.
Harry had no idea who or what Hannibal was, or why the word seemed to be coming up in her rant so much, but watching the girl work herself into a complete fury over it was certainly interesting.
‘Maybe a little dangerous,’ he thought to himself, as her core seemed to expand and Harry would have sworn the outline of her naked body briefly flickered, ‘but certainly interesting.’
They stood there for a moment, and he wondered of Hermione was going to attack the girl with only her staff. But suddenly she seemed to deflate. Grabbing Melody, who giggled drunkenly at the sensation of her sisters magically charged touch, and dragged her through the threshold and into the toilets.
Harry waited a moment, watching the dark skinned teen roll her eyes at the display. “So, any idea was that about?” He asked, not really expecting an answer.
His question seemed to startle the bald teen out of her annoyance, and she quickly snapped back to reality and fixed him with a haughty look. “Some people just don’t know proper respect for their elders.” She said in a voice that was as smooth as silk, grinning down at him with an challenging sort of look Harry didn’t like in the least, before waving for her charges to keep walking.
He wasn’t really sure how to respond to that though, so after a moment he nodded enough to acknowledge the teen’s status as presumable Esquire, and slid in after Hermione. The other girl had seemed extremely agitated by the teen for some inexplicable reason, and he was actually slightly worried about why.
She also had a fairly nice body for their age, but he reminded himself that he was merely concerned for her emotional state as he went in after her.
The bathroom as it turned out, was much nicer than the toilets on the island had been. A series of little rooms with unclosed doors, Hogwarts had plumbing apparently.
Which he realized should have already been obvious, considering the baths and the lavishness and sheer size of the castle in general. Dumbledore certainly didn’t seem like the kind of person who would restrain himself in generosity when he didn’t have to.
At least not at his own holding…
He found Hermione in the very last stall, holding Melody’s hair back while the younger girl retched into the toilet.
She wasn’t vomiting naturally, he realized as soon as he slid up to the little stall. Hermione’s core was periodically lashing through their bond and the younger girl would retch again.
“If you had listened to me at dinner this wouldn’t be necessary,” Hermione growled, in the same tone a caring but frustrated teacher might use. He wondered if she even realized that she was the one causing the girl to vomit.
Harry was about to interject, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say, when a needy pulse at his core commanded that he turn around and slide away to give them some privacy.
‘Besides,’ he figured internally, ‘Hermione seems to have that in hand anyways…’
He slid quietly back down the row of stalls, not really wanting to interrupt the pair, and with the hope that he could get the drop on his sibling. However, as he passed the first stall at the room’s end, a hand shot out and dragged him inside.
He knew the instant the hand connected with his, that Violet had finally found him alone. After a full day of their attentions elsewhere there was a physical effect on contact, a kind of tingling numbness as her core sucked at his ravenously.
Violet, however seemed to be making an effort to appear less desperate than her magic implied, shooting him a heated stare as she quietly closed and latched the door shut. “Not again!” She hissed throatily. “Tonight you belong to me.”
“Vi-” She cut him off.
There was a heat in her voice, the kind that only came when she was feeling selfish and possessive. “You slept with her.” She growled, there was no question in his mind which her she was referencing.
Harry felt the magic rolling through him crackle angrily; reacting to an accusation that they both knew was untrue, and would have been unwarranted even if it had been. It made his reply colder and more forceful than he would have wanted if he was thinking clearly.
“No I didn’t, and you know it!” He growled back at her, frustrated by her reaction. This was what she had been mad about he realized internally, it was a conclusion he probably should have come to sooner considering her reaction that morning.
But it was too late now. Violet slid into a tackle and launched herself at him, and they tumbled as she pressed him back against the wall. Both of them grappled at each other’s naked bodies, sliding down the smooth stone until he overpowered her again and she was pinned beside the wall.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have spent so much energy with Tonks …” He huffed mockingly, slightly out of breath.
That was the wrong thing to say to deescalate the situation, and he knew it before the words had passed his lips, but that didn’t change the fact that it felt amazing to say.
His twin snapped at his throat, her teeth clicking hard against air as his head jerked back. Their magic flared, spreading a tingling sensation across his skin. Her legs bucked against the wall and Harry went flying, his grip on her arms pulling her with him.
And suddenly he was the one pinned, and his twin was free to unleash the full brunt of her core against his. Suddenly her grip, her very presence was like touching the flame of a candle. It was the kind of sensation that was too intense, but Harry pressed on anyway, driven forward by his sense of competition and the melody his first bond with her. He hooked his legs around her back, grinding their naked pelvises together as he swung his upper body at her in a head-butt.
Violet dodged it with practiced ease, but the momentum still flung her back, flat on her back and he swiftly switched to claim the spot on her stomach so he was sitting on her pelvis.
From this position, he was back in familiar territory. He could use his weight and slight advantage in upper body strength to keep her body pinned. “Damn it Vi!” He gasped out breathlessly, blasting his magic into her hard, much harder than he had done that morning in the tent. Watching as her thin body seize and flush brilliantly at the sensation forced upon it, her breath catching in her throat and her green eyes going crossed for a moment, before his twin finally went limp with a confused whine.
A quick feel of their bond told them that he had essentially blasted the thoughts from her mind, which meant that he had a moment. Then suddenly her lower stomach seemed to deflate beneath him, and there was a hissing sound from behind him. Harry didn’t risk the turn to look, and was just thankful that there was a drain set into the floor of the stall and that he hadn’t hit her harder.
He sat there, listing to both of their labored breathing and the hissing of his twin urinating from magical overstimulation and his weight, as he gasped for air. The empty seconds made him suddenly aware of his erection, burning hot as it lay lazily across her taut stomach, its purple head having emerged from the foreskin to drool a pool of precum into the indent of her bellybutton.
The sensation was almost like their first time all over again. His magic crackled angrily in the background of his mind, demanding that he break her, giving him an urge to pound her until she couldn’t walk far enough to exit the bathroom without his aid.
It was the deep instinctual desire that wanted to remind her just who she had submitted to, and upon who she was dependent.
While Harry wasn’t going to go that far, not while he was still mostly in control of his higher mental faculties, at least at the moment. But he was still going to make sure she remembered who their bond proved was the more powerful.
Violet, for her part seemed to have deflated. Harry had been in situations similar to this enough times with her to know that was never a guarantee of anything. But he internally figured that after her tussle with Tonks earlier, that she might actually be exhausted. It was that, or trying to resist the blast of magic he had just hit her with had actually taken that much out of her.
Whatever the case, it would just make this easier for him.
She offered him no resistance as he slowly loosened his grip on her wrists, slowly reaching down under her armpits. Violet simply continued to stare at the ceiling through her sweat-matted hair with a glazed and half-lidded look on her face, taking in rapid little open-mouthed gasps that would hitch as her body periodically trembled in shock.
It was an extremely arousing sight to watch, but he knew better than to take too much time sightseeing. Even as frazzled as she was Harry knew from experience that Violet would recover her stamina eventually, and that when she did, she would be extremely agitated and would almost certainly try to gain the dominant position again.
He flipped her on her back so that she was lying on her stomach with her thin legs tightly together as he knelt over her upper thighs, sliding his penis between her cheeks, grimacing only slightly as his feet settled in the warm, draining pool of urine behind them.
After what he had done with Dior, he figured he really couldn’t be embarrassed by a little pee on his feet.
So he settled in to one of his favorite positions, one that allowed him almost total control over the situation. As long as he kept her legs squeezed together between his own and one hand on the back of her neck, she would have almost no chance to escape or switch positions on him.
As he relaxed himself Violet seemed to slowly become aware of her new position, and as her breathing became a little more normal, she turned her head to growl up at him. “Harry!” His name came out in a breathy gasp and she squirmed under him.
He paid her no mind, now having secured the superior position for himself. He clenched his penis in his free hand, sliding the head between her muscular butt-cheeks. Reveling quietly in the sensation of them despite her squeezing against him, and the way she would growl and pound her fists whenever he teased some pressure onto the tightly closed star that sat between them.
He snickered quietly as she scowled back up at him, hunching her pelvis up unconsciously whenever he dipped down into the crevice that lay between her legs. It was probably as good a permission as he was going to get.
So Harry decided to give her what she wanted, and he lined up and hilted against her deepest part in a single swift motion. Violet moaned loudly and tried to arched her back up towards him, clearly not expecting the speed or force of the sudden penetration. “Shit, shit, shit!” She swore up at him as he started into a harsh rhythm, while she bucked her body in an attempt to gain the leverage necessary to pull him out, as her core traitorously curled down in on itself in submission.
Their magic intertwined, his passing cleanly down the pathway their bond created, allowing him to hit her again with another burst of blinding sensation with even less effort than before.
His twin jerked back against him, moaning in defeat as the walls of her drooling sex started rippling rapidly and she arched hard enough to lift her shoulders off the tile. Far enough that he could see her eyes rolling back as she tried her best to glare at him despite his weight on her neck.
So he fell back on her gasping body, pinning her fully with his weight while his hands reached out to press her wrists into the tile. He ignored the intense sensation of her walls fluttering rapidly and the burning of her magic as she struggled against him. He bucked down into her until she was flush on the floor and his upper-body was flush on top of hers. Her core was finally lashing back at him again and his body burned where her own pressed into it.
Harry knew the best way to end her struggling though, and while he kept his hips pumping so quickly and so hard he might have been afraid he was going to bruise her, he bit into the scruff on the back of her neck.
This time Violet did scream, loud enough that he was thankful that the stalls went to the floor and ceiling for fear that the people in the baths hear her. The pleasure went shooting back at him across their bond while his twin came like a bolt of lightning; it was enough for stars to burst across his vision.
His release exploded, and he was pressing his hips down as tightly as he could in to the seizing length of her slick tunnel before he even realized it. Instinctually pleased at the depth that this position provided, he switched from releasing directly into her cervix to splattering the rest of his seed and grinding the helmet of his penis into the little spot above that inner entrance that always made her eyes roll when he touched it.
After several minutes of breathless gasping from the both of them, he leaned over to nuzzle at her neck through her frizzy red hair. “All better?” He asked playfully.
Violet bucked back again, trembling for a moment. “Fu-fuck you…” She replied with a hitching breath, before her aftershocks cut her off.
“You want it again, already?” He replied as their bond started settling itself, punctuating his point with a hard thrust.
She gasped as his helmet tapped against her drooling cervix. “Shit…” She exclaimed, and his twin seemed to almost melt into the tile. “Fine…” She huffed quietly in submission. “I’ll forgive you this time.”
“That’s good, cause we’ve already been gone at least twenty minutes….” Harry said, rolling his eyes at her mocking obedience as he sat back on her thighs, his penis sliding free and slapping up against his stomach with a wet smack as he stood up gingerly. “And the way I see it… if we aren’t already in trouble, we certainly would be after another session.”
Violet chuckled, pulling herself up and wiping tears and hair away from eyes. “Fuck those guys then!” She proclaimed proudly, probably a little too proudly for a person that was kneeling in a sticky puddle of sex fluid and urine.
And with that in mind, Harry realized as his brain finally came fully out of the mental fog that sex created, it was quickly apparent that they both reeked.
Sweat, urine and male and female sexual fluids caked various parts of both of their bodies, and while the scents had been arousing while they were actually in the process of intercourse, he now recognized that it would be impossible to even try and hide what they had been going.
And with several thick strings of cum slowly making their way down his sister’s legs, combined with the immensely satisfied look she was giving to them, Harry decided to just give up on even caring if anyone saw anything.
The bathroom was empty by the time they finally cracked the door, Hermione and her sister probably already back in the common room.
Violet seemed to feel like that was some sort of new victory, and as they walked slowly down the hallway, Harry did his best to ignore her self-satisfied humming.
A fully dressed Penny was waiting for them at the entrance to the dimmed common room, Tonks standing behind her. The older teen gave them both a discrete thumbs-up while Harry’s mind flew to try and excuse their absence.
“And just where do you two think you’re going?” The younger teen asked, the look on her face making it clear that this was likely the kind of question Trude or Aunt Petunia might have asked… the kind with no right answer.
He was ready to apologize, he was ready to deflect. What Harry wasn’t ready for was for Violet to answer before he could.
“What kind of question is that? We took our bath already Esquire.” His twin answered, idly bringing a semen-coated finger from between her legs up to her lips.
While Tonks slapped her hands up and made a visible effort to not burst out laughing, Penny’s face flashed through several emotions in quick succession, finally settling on some mixture of incredulity and annoyance before she crossed her arms at them and huffed. “Fine, you can sleep like that for all I care. Tonks you deal with the rest of this shit, I’m going to get our report set up.” Then the prim brunette spun on her heel and made her way towards the dorm’s exiting staircase.
They stayed quiet until Penny had left, then Tonks snorted. “Nice response Squirt, but maybe go with something a little less confrontational next time, or she might just take the bait.”
Harry’s brain was still stuck where Penny had left off. “Report…? Wait, we have to sleep like this?”
The question made the older teen’s grin grow. “I believe the phrase would be something like ‘You’ve made your bed, now you have to sleep in it.’ or something similar…”
Violet’s grin didn’t even falter slightly at that news. “Suddenly, I love school.”
Tonks rolled her eyes as she led them away from the wall and towards the piles of pillows and blankets that littered the base of the “tree” and Harry noted that several black fabric teepees had been erected amongst the pile. “Let’s see if you still say that to me again after tomorrow.” She said to Violet before turning to look back at him. “And yes Harry, we have to file weekly reports on you guys. Mostly just the basic stuff, like if you’re getting along, and developing properly, it’s all pretty boring really.”
There were lots of stares, now that they were closer to the pillows. He could see girls that had been in his group, plus girls that he assumed were part of that other girls group peeking at them from under blankets or piles of pillows. He even spotted that odd girl, Hanna if he remembered correctly; she stuck an arm out of her blanket and waved at them through the blush on her cheeks.
His twin seemed to revel in all the wide-eyed looks she was receiving, shaking her hips and walking in a way that accented the cum-trails that were running down her legs… Even Tonks looked impressed at the amount of attention they were receiving. Yeah he was going to hear about this tomorrow, no doubt about that.
Might as well stall that conversation as long as possible, Harry internally figured, the last thing he needed was the Esquire giving him pointers. “Hey Tonks?” He preempted the conversation, as they started ascending the spiral staircase. “Who was that bald girl from earlier?”
“Oh,” Tonks just shrugged. “That’s just Tai, she’s kind of a bitch.” The teen shrugged helplessly.
That explained nothing, at least nothing of any use. “Any reason Hermione might not like her?” He asked, genuinely curious.
This time his Tonks snorted loudly. “Why Hermione wouldn’t like her? You’re kidding right?” She asked, scratching her suddenly white hair. Harry continued to stare at her, and she broke almost instantly. “She’s Egyptian, and they helped the Carthaginians beat the Romans out of the majority of North Africa.”
Violet butted in, crossing her arms and almost falling over the railing. “Her little sister said, rather loudly, that they were Greeks and not Romans.”
Tonks nodded. “They’re Byzantine, previously the eastern half of the Roman Empire, and while they have made strides to distance themselves from the old empire and return to their roots… some disputes just die hard.” She finished.
His twin nodded, still looking confused, and Harry heard George’s musical honking from somewhere nearby. “I always thought that when people said Romans, that they meant the Holy Romans.” Violet said.
Tonks nodded again. “The western half became the Holy Roman Empire, and the eastern half the Byzantines.” She sighed as they got to the top of the stairway, and flipped her cape in a dramatic gesture, that was ruined as she almost toppled over. “But enough history tonight, we have teachers for that, and I ain’t one of them.” She recovered, jabbing a finger at both of them.
“Anyways, you guys get some sleep.” She swung her hand to indicate the large platform that, like the area at the trees base, was covered in pillows and blankets and several little teepees.
Harry nodded back; spying what he figured might be Draco’s blonde mop peaking around one of the nearby teepees. “You’re not staying to monitor?”
That got a chuckle from the older teen. “Harry… giving you guys having private time to go messing around with each other is kinda the entire point.” Tonks waggled her eyebrows pointedly at him as she turned back to the staircase. “And since you weren’t here before, I figured I ought to let you know you’re stuff is in the locker with Potter on it on the far wall, and the hallway next to the one that leads to the washrooms leads to a study area.”
And with that she vanished, not walked down the stairway, just disappeared without a trace.
“Now, that I don’t like.” Violet grumbled at the spot where Tonks had just stood, hands on her hips in displeasure. “Explain to me exactly how would we ever know that she isn’t about to ambush us?” She asked, waiving an arm where the Esquire had just been standing.
He raised an eye to his twin and started walking, and she followed him quietly. “That’s probably the entire point.”
At this point he was more worried about whether he would be able to get some sleep tonight… baring no nocturnal visits of course.
§
Dumbledore opened his tabled for what felt like the hundredth time that night. It was actually the forty-fifth, but who other than him was counting?
Actually, he thought to himself with a slight grin. Tonight there was probably at least a few other people that actually cared about the initial reports, and he was hardly alone in his office.
Minerva was still glaring at him from her seat in one of his most overstuffed chairs, seemingly still upset that he hadn’t thought to inform her about the twin’s arrival. Thankfully for his health, the rest of the Heads were less annoyed.
Lucius and Snape had even arrived from the feast early, maybe hoping to get it over with early. Flitwick had strode in only a few moments later than them, seemingly still energetic despite the late hour.
Then there was Remus and Sirius, who sat next to Hagrid and Arthur and had spent most of the past few hours cracking jokes, while Pomfrey and Sprout had given little looks of disapproval.
The others had trickled in as the hours past. After all, there was rarely anything noteworthy that was learned the first night.
Of course, to say hours in this case, was a little bit misleading. As they were currently using one of the inventions Albus had found most useful.
It was a time dilation field that, thanks to the eldritch geometries in time and space that had been exploited when the castle had been updated, could be used to create a bubble that allowed them to see and interact with all of the reports from the Esquires one after another, despite the fact that from the other prospective they were giving all of the reports simultaneously.
It had saved him so much time and headache it was a miracle.
But when he cracked open the newest little wooden tablet and gazed into the wax, the last name he had wanted to see came up.
≤Tonks here≥
“Mrs. Potter… I believe you will find some interest in this particular report.” He had said it quietly, and immediately all conversation had died like a candle going out in a monsoon.
All eyes turned to the chair that, for this exercise at least, sat closest to his own throne. “We’ll, I suppose we get to see if our little plan worked…” The woman answered quietly.
He tapped the tablet and new words scrawled across the wax. ≤Initial report, everything seems fine… Who’s all there?≥
≤Everyone of relevance Esquire≥ He wrote back,
There was a pause, and you could cut the tension in his little office with a butter knife. ≤Draco’s fine… bit of a pansy… no pun intended. His physical state could use some work. I think you might have spoiled him Lord Malfoy.≥
Lucius blinked, ignoring Sirius’s grin, and waived his hand for it to be continued.
Tonks didn’t waste a second. ≤Pansy and Dior are similar… and have small cores of the leaching type… interestingly, Dior had a large amount of Harry’s magic in her when I met them on the island, but she had no bonds to him… Kinky≥
That got a chuckle out of half the people present, while Lucius simply rubbed the bridge of his nose in response.
≤Speaking of the Potters… they have a Mating Bond in addition to their twin bond… and it’s at level 2≥
This time people turned to stare at Hagrid, who blushed. “Oy, don’t look at me! I told Dumbledore about that!” The giant man gave him a look that a man who was surrounded my wolves might.
Minerva grit her teeth audibly, but it was Pomfrey who spoke. “Let me guess? You completely forgot even the most basic of Sex Ed while you took them moseying through the woods looking for dragons to wrestle?” She accused, crossing her arms and giving Hagrid a stare.
Dumbledore took that as his sign to intervene. “Now, now Pomfrey. It is still well within the boundaries of the scenario,” and he lowered his half-moon glasses, “and such relationships are hardly unheard of in twins and close siblings.” He said pointedly.
The old woman blustered for a moment, glared at Arthur who shrank under the look, and continued blushing and sputtering at him for a second before finally sitting down, saving the argument for later.
Dumbledore was thankful, and tapped the board for Tonks to continue. ≤Yeah, and it gets better… both of them have the Tyrant core type, and they aren’t small cores either… I’m talking late second year average size≥
Snape gave Lilly a look. “They must fight constantly,” he turned to look back at Hagrid with an eyebrow raised, “I assume you and Vernon figured out how to funnel that into something constructive?”
Now it was the half-giant’s turn to smile. “I tell you what! Those two are going to be the best fighters you ever seen at their age.” He said proudly, slapping his hips onto his waist and making the knickknacks on his belt jingle.
“Let’s hope so…” Sirius answered with one of his typical rugged grins. “I’ve got a whole new curriculum lined up this year, and I think it’ll be my best yet.”
A silence passed over the room. “And what are your thoughts Lily?” Snape asked the woman who had once been the love of his life in deference.
The shapely redhead rolled her eyed at them, leaning back in her chair. “I suppose it’s every mother’s dream to have children that get along… though I suppose I’ll need some pointers on how exactly to guide this particular type of getting along… Arthur, you ought to know a lot about that subject?”
The man in question had his jaw click so fast it was audible across the room. “My wife would be the one to ask about that…” He trailed off.
That got another round of chuckles.
≤Anyone else of note Ms. Nymphadora≥ He asked, confidant that the teen couldn’t try and pull a Caesar on him through the wax.
There was several seconds that passed before the writing continued, this time in a more precise pen. ≤Tonks threw the tablet at the wall, so this is Penny filling in until she learns to grow up… The only other thing that needs to be stated now is that there are two other students in our group with similar power levels≥
That caught attentions across the room, and Dumbledore found himself nearly pushing a curious Flitwick out of the way so that he could tap for her to continue. ≤The first and least noteworthy is Longbottom, his core is only a little smaller than the twins… but it’s a Relaxed sub-type and his ability to use his magic is hampered by a small control limit… so he’ll have great endurance but not a lot of hitting power≥
≤The other person Esquire Clearwater≥
≤Ask Minerva≥ Was all that wrote itself.
And now everyone was staring at McGonagall, who harrumphed in response.
≤As she currently is not speaking with me… I’ll have to ask that you continue≥
There was another, almost minute long pause, and suddenly Tonks’s handwriting returned. ≤I would ask what you did… but I know better≥
Snape growled at the tablet. “Can we get on with this already?” The potions master asked.
≤There’s this Byzantine girl named Hermione Granger…≥
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And that is chapter 7 folks.
As I said, I want to do more original twists on things that come up a lot in the fics of varying qualities, which means doing the whole magic thing a little differently.
Anyway… I’ve got an entire little infodump on the ArchiveofourOwn version of the story, nothing you need to know… Just a bit of info about where I’m trying to come with magic.
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