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Chapter 8 � Why I Love Sundays

Harry woke to the most amazing
feeling.� His morning wood was being artfully, lovingly fellated by two
goddesses.� Myrtle was instructing Hermione on the finer points of cock sucking.

�That�s it, feel his head on your
soft palate, don�t worry about swallowing him whole � very few girls can
actually do that, just keep your lips around the bulbous glans and use your
hand to stroke his shaft.� Good, that�s right.� Stroke him with a twisting
motion and apply a little pressure with your thumb along his ventral length � it�s
more sensitive than the dorsal.

Harry groaned, �I love it when
you do that, Myrtle.�

�Morning, Harry.� Myrtle said,
smilingly, as she placed a small tablet in his mouth.� It was a very potent
mint.� �I love you too.�

His breath properly freshened she
kissed him as Hermione continued to work his cockus erectus.�

Drawing back Myrtle tapped the
top of Hermione�s head saying �Switch.�

Hermione pulled off with a loud
�pop� and smirked, �Good morning, Harry.�

�G�morning, have I told you lately
that I love you?�

She smiled and did a graceful,
and erotic, en passant with Myrtle and watched in fascination as the raven
haired Ravenclaw from the nineteen-forties expertly slid Harry�s entire length
into her esophagus then began to hum and gulp around his pulsing erection.

Harry slammed his head back into
his pillow and groaned in obvious pleasure.

�She�s amazing, isn�t she?�
Hermione asked.

He looked at Hermione with such
passion that she practically fell into his embrace.� They kissed hungrily.

Harry reluctantly broke the kiss
to warn Myrtle of his impending eruption, �Myrtle, sweetheart, I�m gonna . . .�

Of course Myrtle knew what was coming;
it�s what caused her to increase her tempo and her suction and the volume and
pitch of her humming.

Harry�s eyes rolled up into the
top of his head and he groaned.

Myrtle sucked and swallowed spurt
after warm gooey spurt while Hermione stroked Harry�s face and forehead.

�I�m going to learn how to do
that,� she whispered in his ear, �and you know I always accomplish whatever I
set my mind to.�

Myrtle pulled off his semi-erect
cock and invited Hermione to have a taste.

Harry reveled in the feel of
bushy brown hair falling over his lower body as Hermione tasted the last few
drops of his spunk.

�Not bad, a bit salty, almonds
with a touch of bitter, I�ve had protein shakes that were similar.�

�We�re going to put in a stock of
tropical juices,� Myrtle said, knowingly, �papaya and pineapple are best.�

When Hermione looked quizzically
at her coven sister Myrtle smiled and said, �Trust me on this.�

Harry rolled Hermione onto her
back and began to kiss his way down her body, when Myrtle interrupted, saying,
�Better get a quick shower, sis.�

Hermione�s eyes went wide and she
nodded in agreement, �Keep him warm for me?�

�Always.�

Harry looked to Myrtle for an
explanation.

�How many times did you cum in
her last night, Harry?�

He thought for a moment and then
the �Ah ha� moment took.

�She�s just freshening herself up
for you, um, Harry . . . Harry?� Harry, I�m not sure I like that look on your
face, what are you, ah, ah, ah, HARRY! �AaaahhhhhrrRRRGH!�

Harry had his face between
Myrtle�s thighs and was reciting the steps for transfiguring a matchstick into
a needle in parseltongue, over and over and over again.

Myrtle�s shrieks brought Hermione
running into the room, dripping wet from the shower, wand drawn.� She froze
when she saw her coven sister on her back in the bed writhing in the ecstasy of
rapid-fire orgasm chains, her head rolling back and forth on the pillows as
Harry brought her off continuously.

He rolled over on his side,
smacking his lips and said, �Cheerios.� I swear, tastes like cheerios in milk.�

Harry lifted his head and,
without his glasses, saw the vague outline of Hermione near the bed.

His grin was particularly
predatory.

�Harry?� Hermione asked, �Why are
you looking at me like that?� What are you . . .�

She shrieked and �ooophed� as she
found herself laying next to Myrtle in exactly the same state the former ghost
had been moments before.� Except this time Harry was reciting the twelve uses
for dragon�s blood, over and over and over again.

)O(

Elsewhere in the castle Minerva
McGonagall was pleading with Filius Flitwick.

�Just one more, Filius, and then
I promise I�ll be content with whatever results I get.�

�No, Minerva, I won�t be
responsible for your descent into squibdom.�

�But you will be, Filius, if you
refuse me.�

�You mean you�d do this without
me?�

�I�d rather not, Filius, but I�m
sure Severus would assist me. . .�

Flitwick�s face went a fascinating
shade of fuchsia.� �This is blackmail, Minnie, and you know it.�

�Phil, if this works it would be
worth giving up my magic, you were there, you heard the prophetess.�

�Minerva McGonagall, are you
trying to tell me that you actually believe in divination?�

�I�ve always believed in
divination, I just didn�t realize that that fraud actually had the blood of a
seer in her.

�But you saw it, Filius.� That
was a genuine prophetic trance.�

He reluctantly agreed.

She lay down in her bed, still surrounded
by the runes that Flitwick had arranged three nights before, popped the cork
off the vial and drank deeply.

The pain was immediate, white
hot, stabbing and shocking every living cell in her body.� She betrayed no sign
but Filius knew; he was the only one at Hogwarts who truly knew the ancient
goblin magic.

�I hope it�s worth it Minnie, I
hope he�s worthy of your sacrifice.�

)O(

Harry and the girls never made it
down to the great hall for Sunday breakfast, but three very hungry teens
skipped in for lunch.� Hermione and Myrtle ran ahead to where the coven sisters
had congregated and the whispers and excited squeals were, by themselves,
enough to give Harry pause.� When he looked over at the twenty or so girls,
representing all the houses, all of whom were looking back at him as though
they were hungry � no, starving � and he was the entr�e.� He barely resisted
the urge to bolt from the room.

He sat facing away from the group
so as not to appear concerned.

Hermione and Myrtle broke away
from the group, each pulling another girl with them to join Harry at the
Gryffindor table.�

Susan Bones was bright, bouncy
and very pleased to join the group.� A shadow fell over Harry and he was
shocked to see Millicent Bulstrode, all seventy-five inches and thirteen stone
of her, nervously looking down at him.

Hermione gave Harry a quick
little kick under the table and a significant look that he knew meant �Well?�

Harry rose to his feet and
offered his hand, �Won�t you please join us, Millicent?�

�Thanks.� The large girl sat with
a grace that belied her size.

They ate in companionable
silence.� Millicent ogled at the amount of food Harry and the two girls put
down � true, they had missed brekkers, but still, a whole mutton joint . . .
each?

As Harry reached for his pumpkin
juice a house elf appeared, bowing to Myrtle, and placed a golden goblet on the
table.

�We is finding pineapple juice,
Miss.� Papaya juice is coming later.�

�Thank you, Caesar.�

The elf bowed again and vanished.

Hermione looked shocked, then
hurt, then a little angry.

�Before you say anything,
Hermione, you must understand that the house elves need Hogwarts more than
Hogwarts needs them.� House elves only thrive when they are bound to a
powerful house or family � without binding they wither and die, painfully;
starving for the magic they�re denied.�

�But Dobby. . .�

�Dobby bound himself to Harry
after his second year, only Harry didn�t know.�

Harry looked up in surprise,
�Dobby did what?�

�Its okay, Harry,� Myrtle said,
consolingly, �If Dobby hadn�t bound himself to you, he would have died within a
month.�

The look of absolute horror on
Hermione�s face tore at Myrtle�s heart.� �You didn�t know, did you?�

Hermione shook her head, on the
verge of tears.

SPEW died quietly that day, much
to the relief of the Hogwarts house elves, and Dobby in particular.

The five finished lunch and
decided to stroll around the loch to talk and digest their feast.

They were half-way around when
Myrtle took a side path that opened up into a meadow dominated by a large
willow.

�This is a good spot.� She said.

Hermione nodded and used her wand
to transfigure a patch of grass into a large soft blanket and a few rocks into
fluffy pillows.

Susan walked the perimeter of
their comfortable spot casting what Harry knew to be a powerful �notice-me-not�
charm.

�Harry, please have a seat in the
center,� Myrtle instructed.� He sat cross-legged in the center of the blanket.

�Hermione, please sit facing
Harry.�

Hermione sat likewise cross
legged in front of Harry and �accidentally-on-purpose� let him see that she had
foregone knickers for the day.

He smirked and said, �Minx.�

Myrtle sat behind him, Millicent
to his left and Susan to his right.� The four girls clasped hands.� Myrtle sang
a clear, cleansing note and began to chant:

�Merry meet all my sisters here,

And to you whom we hold most
dear.

Heavens and Earth and all things �tween

This coven we do now convene.�

Hermione leaned forward to kiss
Harry, lightly on the lips, �In perfect love and perfect trust.�

Millicent, glowing red, but
overcoming her shyness leaned forward to kiss him also.� Her lips were
unbelievably soft. Her voice choked with emotion she whispered �In perfect love
and perfect trust.�

Myrtle leaned to his right to add
her kiss to those of her sisters, �In perfect love and perfect trust.�

Susan kissed him, hard, hungry.�
Then remembered the ritual and added a chaste peck on his lips. �With all my
love and all my trust I do thee endow.�

Harry felt an amazing surge of
power in his magical core.� He closed his eyes and concentrated on his core,
where before he had seen a single light that had been his magic there were now
three bright lights.

He opened his eyes and looked to
Hermione for an explanation.

�We have convened The Hogwarts Coven
in your name, Lord Slytherin, Lord Potter.� All four houses are represented as
required.�

Harry was taken aback hearing his
best friend address him so formally.

She smiled, �It is a formal
occasion, milord, and as such the proprieties must be observed.�

How like her to know what he was
thinking, he thought.

She continued, �The tenets of the
coven are simple, we pledge to support Harry James Potter and his wife and
consorts always and in all ways.

�The requirements for acceptance are
chastity, commitment and loyalty, above all loyalty.�

Harry had been prepared for this
since his conversation with the Lady Helena the day before.� �How many in the
coven?�

�So far, milord?� Harry was a bit
surprised by the question; he didn�t think there would be any more than the
four present on this particular afternoon.� He nodded for Hermione to continue.

�Twelve, and many more have shown
interest.�

Harry�s bowed his head.

�What is it Harry?�

He raised his head and the girls
were surprised to see a tear course down his left cheek.� �I have never known
love, and now I feel like I may drown in it.

�You know what my life is like
with the Dursleys, right?� I wouldn�t have minded one bit being their house-elf
if only they had ever shown me any compassion, any tenderness, an ounce of
gratitude.� A simple �thank you� would have made my whole year.�

All four girls converged on him
at that point and held him close.

He struggled to bring his hand up
to his tear streaked cheeks saying, �What a ponce, blubbering like this in
front of all of you.�

They all assured him by word and
caress that that wasn�t the case at all.

After a while he took a deep
breath and asked, �What can I do to support all of you?�

Myrtle smiled and said, �Pay up!�

Millicent and Susan each rolled
their eyes but fished a silver sickle from their skirt pockets and slapped them
into Myrtle�s outstretched hand.

�Told you!�

Harry was confused, �What?�

�I told the other girls that that
would be your reaction when I told you about the coven, they didn�t believe me
so I bet them.�� Myrtle said, smugly.

�Harry,� Hermione, the great
explainer, said �you have no responsibilities to any of us.� It is we who
pledged our support for you, not vice versa.�

Myrtle continued, �We vowed to
support you and those with whom you choose to share your life in any way that
we can.�

�We limited entry into the coven
to virgins because, frankly, if we didn�t then there would have been hundreds, no,
thousands of girls and women clamoring to join.�

Harry looked startled, �So,
anyone not in the coven?�

�Disqualified themselves.�

He tried to remember the faces of
all the girls in the group at lunchtime.

�Ginny?� he asked.

Hermione shook her head, sadly,
�she, um, disqualified herself with Michael Corner and Dean Thomas � and those
are the ones we know about, there may have been others.�

�Well, she is a chaser. .
.� Myrtle said.

Harry frowned �There�s a double
standard here.� I have a coven of girls that are willing to do anything . . .
anything?�

All four girls nodded their heads
enthusiastically.

�Anything for me I�m some kind of
stud, but if a girl, Ginny for instance, has multiple partners then she�s a slut?�

The girls looked uncomfortable.

�Those are the kinds of attitudes
we�re going to have to change.� If the tenets of the coven exclude anyone based
on past liaisons then they need to be changed.�

�We asked Ginny, Harry, really we
did, but she flat out told us she wasn�t going to be sharing her wizard with
another witch.�� Hermione said.

�But she still wants to have her
wizards on beck and call.�� Susan added.� �She�s quite the tease.�

Myrtle summed it up, �She said
she was too young to think about tying herself to just one wizard at this
time.�

�What about all of you?� he
asked, �what if you want to leave the coven and take up with someone else,
someone better?�

�For us there is no one better, but
to answer your question we would ask for your blessings and, with your
permission, leave the coven.�� Hermione said, �But I, for one, am never
planning to.�

�Nor I.�

�Nor I.�

�Nor I.�

Harry looked at the trees
overhead.

�It�s a lot to take in.�

�Why don�t we sleep on it?� Susan
suggested.

�Just sleep?� he asked, worried.

�For now.� Millicent said,
blushing.

They arranged the pillows and
stretched out so that Harry was in the middle, being cuddled by Hermione and Myrtle,
who were, in turn, flanked by Millicent and Susan.

Drowsy from lunch they quickly
drifted off to sleep.

)O(

A/N: I�m not a Ginny hater; I
just don�t think she�s the girl for Harry.� And don�t even get me started on
Hermione and Ron.� There�s a 60 point IQ differential there; she�d need a lobotomy
just to cope with him.� I hate the doting �June Cleaver� clone she becomes in
the epilogue of DH; I picture her in a housefrau dress with a string of pearls.
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