Another Day in Paradise

Harry was nursing a headache at dinner, and to be honest it wasn't helped by the frustration and anger leaking over from Hermione and Ginny. He couldn't blame them, the past two days had been… difficult. Ron's betrayal, Dumbledore's power play, and the gossip and attention from the entire school had taken its toll on them.

It was a bit jarring, seeing just how judgmental and dysfunctional the wider wizarding world was about them compared to how accepting their little circle of it had become. It was clear that most of them were as randy as they were, but suppressing it through shame and denial. His headache was getting worse, and Harry decided to retire early. Someone got up quickly and fell into step beside him… it was Romilda.

Romilda… why hadn't he noticed her before?

Come to think of it, why was he bothering with any of those other girls when he could have Romilda? She was basically perfect. Popular, attractive, uh, other things.

God, he still had such a headache, though.

Romilda looped an arm through his. Where was she taking him? Wherever it was, he was sure it'd be perfect. She sidled even closer to him, planting a hand on his arse and pulling him into her. Oh this was brilliant, and now she was kissing him. Romilda Vane, kissing him, this was like a dream come true? Right? So then why did it feel so wrong? And why was his headache getting worse?

Wait, someone else had grabbed him. He turned around instinctively- who could possibly want to get in between Romilda and him?

Ginny.

His breath caught. Her blazing eyes seemed to pierce his soul.

Oh god. Ginny. Ginny. GINNY!

Harry tore himself away from Romilda and threw himself backwards, tumbling to the floor as Romilda reeled back in surprise. Harry's splitting headache erupting into a full blown migraine. "What did you do to me!" He cried, frantically pushing himself away from her until his back was against the wall.

Whatever she'd done to him was gone, and the bond, which had somehow been pushed to the back of his mind, returned in full force.

Ginny was furious. So was Hermione.

For a split second, Harry feared she was angry at him. And it would be fair, he felt. He'd been weak, let her spike his drink, succumbed to whatever potion she dosed him on. It only took him a moment to realize that it was protective fury, aimed solely at Romilda Vane. At that moment, Hermione and Katie caught up to them, and Hermione was quick with the reassurances. "This wasn't your fault Harry." Her words were accompanied by a focused wave of comfort that Harry was too overwhelmed to appreciate.

Katie knelt on the ground beside him and cocooned him in her arms, pressing her lips to his forehead. "It wasn't. At all." She whispered fervently "We won't let her touch you again."

Ginny, however, was too livid to offer much in the way of comfort. "You bitch." She spat "You… you bitch!"

"Come on, don't tell me you aren't all doing the same thing!" Romilda protested unwisely "I mean, the fangirl gets the guy of her dreams… come on! I just wanted to level the playing field!"

Ginny was speechless, and absolutely quivering with fury. She raised her wand and without a word, Romilda was sent back into the wall. She squawked, and reached for her own wand, but Ginny was faster. Another wordless blast struck Romilda, forcing her to the ground as her wand clattered away. Distantly, Harry realized that Ginny had no intention of stopping.

"What is the meaning of this!" Professor McGonagall was on the scene, her disapproving gaze lingering on Ginny. Ginny wasn't cowed in the slightest, and kept her wand leveled on Romilda.

"Professor!" Hermione cried "Vane dosed Harry with love potion!"

"Be that as it may, that is no reason to attack another student." McGonagall reprimanded "Detention- a week's worth, for both of you."

"Detention?" Ginny demanded irately "She dosed him with love potion, and all she's going to get it is detention?"

"Professor, while I understand why Ginny should be punished for attacking another student. I feel that the punishment for attempting to rape another student should be harsher." Hermione's reasonable tone was belied by the hidden outrage.

"It was just a stupid prank!" Romilda protested "I wasn't actually gonna-"

"Bullshit!" Ginny shouted. "You've been after him all year!"

"I'm not sure if this circumstance would qualify as rape, Ms. Granger, but I do see your point." McGonagall relented, even as Hermione forced back a protest that it was absolutely, definitely rape. She was dumbfounded by how casual the wizarding world was about love potion. What was love potion other than the most effective date rape drug in existence? "A month's worth of detention for you, Ms. Vane. I'll expect both of you to report to Filch before curfew."

McGonagall looked down at Harry, who was still curled up on the ground, clutching his head and being soothed by Katie. With real sympathy, she asked. "Mr. Potter. How are you feeling? I take it you are no longer under the effects of the potion."

"He's got a headache, Professor." Hermione answered for him. "We can take him to the hospital wing."

McGonagall scrutinized her for a moment, before relenting. "Very well, Ms. Granger. I trust that he is in good hands."

Harry let Katie and Hermione lead him to the hospital wing, while a fuming Ginny trudged over to Filch's office. Madam Pomfrey sighed the moment she caught sight of Harry "Mr. Potter, again? Lie down, what happened to him?"

"Romilda Vane dosed him with love potion." Hermione explained. "He has a massive headache."

Madam Pomfrey scrutinized Harry for a moment "Did you use an antidote, or did it wear off on its own?"

"Neither." Hermione said proudly "He broke free of it."

Pomfrey seemed gob smacked, but recovering quickly. "That'd do it. A headache clearing potion should do the trick. Just a tic, Mr. Potter."

"You'll need to be more careful in the future, Mr. Potter" The matron said as she returned with a vial containing a light blue colored liquid. "With your celebrity, it was bound to become an issue at some point. The… rumors may have only put fuel on the fire." She shook her head "There's nothing for it now. I can show you a spell that can detect potions in food and drink."

Harry took the potion eagerly, and found his headache receding in moments. He let out a long sigh of relief. "Thanks." Harry lied back as Pomfrey quickly explained the detection spell- mostly to Hermione- potio revelio.

The headache had been both a blessing and a curse. It had been preventing him from processing everything, but without it, the reality of the situation was coming down on Harry. Internally, he withered.

"I can't believe she's going to be allowed to stay in the dorms." Katie muttered darkly. "What's to stop her from trying again?"

He couldn't help but remember how it felt, being under the potion- having those foreign feelings shoved in where they didn't belong. The memory of her hand on her arse, and her lips on his kept replaying in his mind, how she'd forced him to like it… he felt violated, dirty.

Pathetic. Failure. Freak. You're not worth it. You don't deserve to be saved. You cheated on them, there's no excuse. He was spiraling, hyperventilating, the room blurred.

SHUT IT! Ginny's voice came through loud and clear in her mind. No one talks that way about you and gets away with it, not even you. If you want to blame yourself for this, then you've got to blame me for what Tom made me do! Ginny's meaning crystallized for Harry. She saw what Vane had done to him as basically the same as what Tom had done to her. Her literally near-murderous attitude toward Vane made a lot more sense now.

Ginny's right, Harry, its not your fault, it really isn't. Please. Hermione pleaded. In the heat of the moment, none of them had noticed that Ginny and Hermione could hear each other's thoughts for the first time since Hermione had bonded with Harry. Please don't blame yourself. You fought it the entire time, I felt it.

Katie despite not having the advantage of a mental link, had picked up on his mental state just as easily as the other girls. "Don't worry, Harry. We won't let her so much as touch you again." She affirmed, pulling him to her and pressing her head to her chest. "You're safe with us- safe, and free, and loved. And no one else will ever get another chance to do that to you. We'll make sure of it."

The panic was subsiding. He took a breath. They were right. Another breath- it was over now. Another breath- it wasn't his fault. Another breath- he'd fought the potion, beaten it in the end, and with a little work he might even be able to shrug it off like he could the imperious. It was okay. Everything was okay. He was fine.

"Thanks." He said hoarsely. "Sorry for freaking out."

He could feel the helpless surge of frustration from both Hermione and Ginny. "Harry James Potter! Don't you dare apologize in a situation like this." The brunette huffed, before throwing herself at him and wrapping him in a crushing hug.

He was now pressed between Hermione and Katie, and neither girl seemed inclined on pulling away. It probably looked quite suspicious to Madam Pomfrey, but no one involved could bring themselves to care. "There's nothing wrong with showing weakness, Harry." Katie murmured "You don't have to be strong all the time. You can cry. There's nothing wrong with that. It's okay to not be okay sometimes."

Harry said nothing, not quite willing to accept what she was saying, despite Ginny and Hermione's silent agreement with Katie. "C'mon." Katie urged. "Lets get you out of here."

Pomfrey didn't take long to clear them, though Harry sensed judgement in her eyes as they flickered between him, Katie, and Hermione, and Katie promptly led Harry away, her arm wrapped protectively around his waist. He knew what it must look like, but he honestly didn't care at the moment.

"We're not going to the dorms?" Harry asked, as he noticed Katie was leading them down a different path.

"Hell no." Katie said, "Not until we set up something that'll keep someone like Vane out of your room." Harry nodded thankfully.

Their destination was the Room of Requirement, and when they got there Katie was faced with a dilemma. She had planned on tucking him in, but in order to do so, she'd have to take off, well, most of his clothes. She wasn't sure he'd be comfortable with that.

She decided that it'd be best to pitch the idea to Harry. "Hey, so I figured you can sleep here tonight, but, well, I want to stay with you. Is that okay with you, Harry?" She asked gently.

To her relief, Harry beamed with a somewhat dopey expression. For a second, Katie could once again see that shy first year she'd once known him as. Merlin, he's so cute. I'm going to have trouble keeping my hands off him tonight.

She shook herself, tonight wasn't about her, it was about Harry. If Harry wanted the oldest form of comfort, he could come to them. "Okay sweetheart, I'm going to go back to my dorm to get my nightclothes." She looked to Hermione, who immediately offered to stay with him.

Katie ignored her dorm mates judgmental looks as she snagged her nightclothes. She'd been ignoring their judgement for several years now. When she returned, she was surprised to see that everyone was there. Harry was laying on a bed that was much larger than the one they'd had before. He'd at least taken his shirt off, but Katie didn't know if he was still in his boxers underneath the covers. Stop being such a perv! She reprimanded herself.

Hermione was sitting on a loveseat reading some obscenely large book. Ginny had gotten back from reporting to Filch, and was curled against Harry in a faded t-shirt and shorts. Luna had slid next to Ginny on the bed in a light purple and yellow polka-dot nightgown, happily cuddling with the redhead. Demelza was sitting at the foot of the bed while brushing her hair, and smiled when she caught sight of Katie. Susan was laying at Harry's other side, but had left a space… was that for her?

Harry, for his part, was wearing such a blissful expression that it touched Katie's heart. He looked from person to person with adoring awe. She'd never seen him at peace like this before. By the way that Ginny was looking back at him, Katie guessed she was thinking the same thing. Hermione too was smiling peacefully as she read her book.

Without even being fully conscious of it, Katie realized that she had decided. She wanted to be a part of this. It wasn't just about the sex. It was this. A little corner of the world, just for them. No pressure, no judgement. It was like a slice of paradise.

Katie took her place at Harry's side. Harry turned to her, and smiled in a way that pierced her heart. "Thank you, Katie." He said "Thank you."

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Harry woke up slowly... he was warm. On either side of him, there were warm, soft bodies. He breathed in through his nose- oh, Ginny. He was hard, and his cock was pressed right up against her arse. He hadn't been fully aware of it, but he'd been pressing himself against her since he first stirred.

He felt Ginny's awareness flicker, along with her first, groggy thoughts. Mmm. Harry. Cock. Harry chuckled, a deep rumbled in his chest that further awoke Ginny, as well as disturbing the girl on his other side.

Ginny rubbed her arse back against Harry's cock as Katie's eyes flickered open. Her body rubbed up against his mostly bare (apart from his boxers) skin, and he felt her breath hot on his neck. "Mmmh." Katie uttered, not quite articulately "Y'smell good. Cutie." Then, she began to lick and suck at his neck and jawline.

Harry moaned, and Ginny giggled. "Oh are we having sex now? That sounds lovely." Luna asked them, speaking loudly enough that the others began to stir.

Bloody morning wood. Hermione added as she awoke, though the comment lacked bite. Harry had morning wood literally every morning, and Hermione, who was still having difficulty ignoring Harry's erections, had taken to teasing him on it.

You love it. Harry fired back. You can't keep your eyes off it. Hermione blushed, unable to deny that even now she was watching him with her fey sight.

"Girls." Katie announced "I think Harry deserves a treat." There were some giggles, and nods of agreement.

"After all, he did beat a love potion yesterday, I think we should give our boyfriend something special." Ginny agreed "What did ya have in mind?"

"Well…" Katie's eyes glinted mischievously "Harry, sweetie, just lay back. We'll be taking care of you."

The others quickly got Katie's meaning, and soon Harry found himself the subject of a most pleasurable assault. Ginny drew him into a sloppy kiss, stroking a hand through his messy hair as Susan kissed and sucked her way up and down his neck, before the switched roles seamlessly. Katie and Demelza worshipped Harry upper body- with Katie taking a particular pleasure in biting, licking, kiss, and sucking at every inch of skin show found.

Luna, naturally, went straight for Harry's cock. She was a girl on a mission, and that mission was to make Harry cum as quickly as possible. She knew just how to work Harry's swollen and sensitive flesh in order to achieve that goal. Frankly, Harry didn't stand a chance, particularly when Hermione found her route of attack.

She buried her head between his thighs, her unkempt voluminous hair grazing against them as she zeroed in on her target. Soft lips caressed his testicles, followed by the warm wetness of her tongue. Harry gasped, but his mouth was quickly claimed by a kiss from Susan.

It was so much, maybe too much. Ginny was stroking his hair lovingly. Katie had latched onto his nipple with her mouth while circling the other with her thumb and forefinger, surprising him with the pleasurable little tingles it elicited. Susan had cast aside her nightgown and teased him by pressing her breasts into him as she kissed his face. Demelza had gotten creative and was sucking vigorously on two of his fingers as if they were a cock. Hermione lavished both his scrotum and taint with her tongue, while her hands lightly stroked his upper thighs and hips.

Frankly, Harry felt like he should be doing something. It didn't feel right that he was just laying back and letting six beautiful women do all of the work. However, the moment he tried to raise one of his arms to try to do something useful (for his other arm was currently occupied by Demelza) Katie intercepted it and pushed it back down with both hands. "Didn't we tell you to lie back and let us take care of you, Harry?" She asked.

"Err, yeah, but." Harry faltered.

"He's just being a sweetheart." Ginny cooed. "He wants us to enjoy ourselves."

Katie chucked "That's cute, that he thinks we don't love doing this." She shook her head slightly, and guided Harry's hand underneath the worn out shorts she had worn to bed, underneath the elastic of her panties. "Do you feel that sweetie?" She asked. Harry couldn't answer, because Susan was once again plundering his mouth. His expression was becoming unfocused as he struggled to hold back from cumming. "Do you feel how wet I am." She pulled his hand back, revealing several glistening fingers.

"I love this, babe. I love being able to get my hands on this body. I love the noises you make. And I think everyone here can say that we love making you feel good. So a little tip, if you want to make us happy- let us."

Her words seemed to be exactly what he needed. He was about to cum, judging by the soft, adorable, moans into Susan's mouth, how his hands and legs shook and his entire torso tensed up as if preparing for the explosion.

It was too much. Muffled moans became pleasured cries as Susan pulled back. His orgasm exploded from the base of his cock, nearly from his scrotum, sending pulsing waves of fire up his shaft as he spilled himself uncontrollably into Luna's mouth.

When the last aftershocks were echoing through his still twitching cock, Luna pulled back. The shoulder straps of her nightgown had long since been dislodged, causing the garment to slip and partially expose her breasts. She had not yet swallowed the last of Harry's cum, relishing it in her mouth as her hooded eyes surveyed Harry's body. She moaned, lowly, and then let out several high pitched, plaintive moans as she touched herself through her panties. In moments, the small but forceful movement of her fingers and minute gyration of her hips pushed Luna over the edge. Then she threw her head back and choked, semen escaping from her mouth, down her cheeks and chin, and down to her breasts. She sucked in a breath, and then wailed.

It would be a while before the seven of them emerged from the Room of Requirement. Outside of the room, there was an entire school full of jealous, insecure, misinformed, and hormonal teenagers that had more or less shunned them, there was the headmaster who still seemed intent on seeing Harry die, and there was Voldemort and his supporters, who were even more dedicated to Harry's death.

In later years, Harry would look back with irony. As trying as the last day had been, the day to come would be even worse. Their time spent hiding in a peaceful little bubble, their own little world, was about to come to an end.

But not quite yet. For now, he could still spend a little more time basking in the life that he hoped would one day be his.