Chapter 17: Recuperation

Hermione Granger was a creature of habits and schedules. Usually it only took a short amount of time for her to adopt a new habit that she deemed helpful

to her, but at the same time being so obsessive and orderly it was difficult to see which habits would be most beneficial to her.

Being shagged three ways from Sunday by Harry on a daily basis was most definitely a beneficial habit to take up, as was waking up with a cat-like stretch.

She purred happily, and waited for Harry's hands to begin their petting.

Nothing happened. Hermione opened one eye, and glanced to her side. No Harry.

She blinked. "Harry?"

She then scowled. Had he snuck off sometime during the night? What, was she not enough for him?

... Well, okay, she wasn't (she admitted to herself with a blush), but really! He could have at least told her! Or left a note!

A note she could not find, ergo, it was most likely it didn't exist. So she had a missing Harry to look for.

Pulling on one of Harry's shirts and her panties, she took one of her Muggle-repelling Post It notes and exited the door. Vernon Dursley was there, looking

surprised.

"Ah..."

"Hello," Hermione said smoothly. She moved to raise the Post It, but Vernon held up his hands.

"Wait! Don't do... Anything... Whatever it is..." He frowned. He noted Hermione's state of dress. He noted the state of the room. He connected it all to

Harry's unusual behavior yesterday, and the wheels very, very slowly turned in his head to piece it all together.

"You're shagging the boy!" Vernon blurted out. Hermione's gaze narrowed, becoming as cold as an icy blizzard. Vernon stuttered, but managed to regain his

composure as he shook his finger at Hermione.

"N-Now see here, you-you freakish tart! I'll have none of that under MY roof!"

"The way your son and wife look, I am not surprised," Hermione said flatly. Vernon's face purpled in rage.

"Why you-!"

Hermione stuck the Post It in his face, and Vernon abruptly looked confused.

"Huh? What... What was I doing...?"

Normally, Hermione would let the Muggle Repelling Charm just take it's course and make Vernon think he'd forgotten his keys or needed to get to work or

something. But in her anger at his insults, she lost her temper and blurted out:

"You were off to get buggered you fat oaf!"

Vernon blinked, and slowly nodded. "Of course." He turned and started down the stairs. Hermione blinked after him. She looked at the Muggle Repelling Charmed-Post

It.

"A delay? Wait... Of course!" She gasped. "I gave him an order before the charm could! It must make the victim suggestible before implanting the command!"

Hermione thought some more... And soon wore a truly frightening smile.

She wasn't about to do anything truly horrible to the Dursleys, no, that would be quite unethical... But she could gain a bit of payback for the insult

and the way they treated Harry. It was only fair, right?

Though this wouldn't stop her from being angry with him when he got back, oh no. She had plans to make her displeasure known, oh yes.

"Mwahahahahahaha!" Hermione cackled, before she coughed and blushed. Now that wouldn't do at all. She was NOT a wicked witch!

... Well a naughty witch but certainly not wicked!

Harry Potter had waken up in the school infirmary enough times to know when he was in it again. For a moment he wondered if he had dreamed up the entire

summer of sex. After all, he was a teenaged boy and it was on his mind a lot... At least that was the opinion held by the telly. Though, if that was the

case then it was particularly cruel of his subconscious to have both Hermione in nothing but a pair of glasses, and Snape being beaten up by Madam Pomphrey

and Professor McGonnagal. Not to mention a threesome with Fleur and a really hot punk woman dressed as an Auror named Tonks. Wouldn't Honks be a better

name? What ever.

"Hnn..." He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "This looks familiar..."

He slowly looked up and around the infirmary. Nothing much out of the ordinary-Fleur was in the bed to his right and bound and gagged under the covers,

the hot Auror woman was in the bed to his left and sleeping peacefully, and across from him a man with clean black hair was mumbling to himself and cuddling

a stuffed hippogriff. It took Harry a little time to recognize him as Snape.

"... Well, fuck."

"Language, Mr. Potter," admonished Professor McGonnagal, as she came out of Madam Pomphrey's office. She had a bandage around her hand, and glanced at

Fleur with a bit of a scowl on her way to the side of Harry's bed. Fleur continued to sleep peacefully, and McGonnagal had to snap her fingers to get Harry's

attention off her.

"Ah, sorry Professor, but uh..." He shrugged. "What... What's...?"

"I was going to ask you, but I don't think it's too difficult to figure out, right?" She asked, giving Harry a wry smile. Harry blinked, processed that,

and very slowly nodded. His body caught up with his brain and he broke out in a massive blush.

"Ah... Um... Yeah," he mumbled. "Uh... Why is Fleur...?"

"She got a bit... Temperamental," McGonnagal answered, touching her bandaged hand. "I thought it best to get you three here before anyone could stumble

upon you... Together," she said flatly.

Harry's blushing skin turned into a papery white, and he buried his face in his hands.

"Now stop that, Mr. Potter, this is hardly the most compromising position I've found a student in. Why your father alone-"

"Oh God, please, no more professor!" Harry begged her. McGonnagal's smirked a bit, and she nodded.

"Certainly... Oh, and these are for you," she said, walking over to the window and pulling it open. Five owls flew in, each one dropping off a letter and

a dirty look at Harry before flying right back out. Harry blinked dumbly, and opened the first one.

"... I-I'm expelled?" Harry asked in disbelief. "But I didn't-!'

"Keep going," McGonnagal said. Harry opened the second one-It was from Remus, telling him to not use any more magic and that Dumbledore was handling things.

"Okay... That's good news," Harry said. He opened up the third letter, which gave him a court date to argue his case.

The fourth, oddly enough, was a request to appear for the will reading of Lucius Malfoy.

"I'm sorry Malfoy's dad died?" Harry asked. McGonnagal nodded.

"Yes I'm afraid that's the case. Apparently he was poisoned by Mr. Avery. Very Sad news," McGonnagal managed. Harry stared at her. She shrugged.

"He apparently let you quite a bit of money though, and his widow is asking to see you."

"What's she like?" Harry asked.

"Devious, cunning, intelligent, and deserved a far better man than Lucius," McGonnagal said primly. She shrugged. "She also had a shrine to your father

when she was younger."

"A shrine ?" Harry coughed. McGonnagal nodded.

"Yes She may be sympathetic to you, Potter, but stay on your guard," she said. "She's still dangerous and even if she wasn't a Death Eater, her husband

was."

"Will you go with me?" Harry asked. McGonnagal nodded.

"Yes, I will, you have nothing to worry about on that end." She'd just inform Albus she was taking Harry off for some simple financial matters. He wouldn't

mind and would understand.

If not, she just wouldn't tell him.

Harry opened the final letter, which boomed out loudly:

"REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA."

Harry blinked, and looked up at Professor McGonnagal. "I... What?"

"That last one was sent by Professor Dumbledore," McGonnagal said. "To ensure your guardians would not throw you out of the house."

"So... Wait, I'm confused," Harry said. "Do they know what happened?"

"No," McGonnagal said.

"So... Why did he send it?" Harry asked. McGonnagal sighed.

"I really don't know," McGonnagal replied. "You know he means well, but sometimes the Headmaster can be a bit... Off," she said.

"Now fly! Fly my pretties, fly!"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Ah, if only we had flying monkeys..."

Fawkes trilled something.

"Well, it would be nice to have hands, wouldn't it?" Dumbledore asked his familiar as the movie reel continued. Fawkes cocked his head and trilled again.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I didn't say anything about the quality of your work, my friend! Don't be so sensitive!"

"Squawk!"

"Are you still on about her? She was no good for you. And she broke up the band, just like I told you she would."

Fawkes squawked again, indignant. Dumbledore hummed cheerfully to himself and turned his attention back to the movie. Fawkes then trilled.

"Am I forgetting something?" Dumbledore thought about it. "Well... I could attend to it now, whatever it is... But here comes the best part!"

Fawkes sighed, and with a bit of resignation turned his attention back to the film.

"Still, I don't want to keep you from your home any longer than I have to," McGonnagal said. "Especially since you've left Miss Granger behind, and these

two are supposed to be AT WORK," she emphasized loudly. The pink haired girl fell out of her bed in shock, and Fleur woke up to do the same, only to be

stopped by the leather straps.

"AH! Bollocks!" The woman cried out on the floor.

"Mmph?" Fleur cried out through her gag. She looked about, and her eyes landed on Harry. "Mmmm..."

"Ow. Ow. Ow," the woman groaned. She sat up. "Oh... Wotcher, Harry," she said. McGonnagal sighed.

"Language, Nymphadora?"

"Hey! It's Tonks, Professor!" She groaned. "Oww... So, what happened?"

"Harry's magic set off every underaged magic detector in Surrey," McGonnagal said. "Please, look at these." She handed the letters over to Tonks, who quickly

flipped through them. She smiled cheerfully up at Harry.

"Don't worry about a thing, Harry! We've got this in the bag. After all, I'm an Auror, and I saw those things you were up against. I'll testify, say you

were authorized, and you're off scot-free."

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Harry asked with a smile. Tonk's hair and her cheeks turned red, and she gave Harry a bit of a sultry look.

"Mmm... In a heartbeat," Tonks said. Harry found himself blushing furiously again. Tonks looked over at Fleur. "And so will Fleur."

Fleur nodded cheerfully, now apparently not bothered by her bondage. Harry had to admit, it wasn't a huge problem for him.

"Now, Mr. Potter, you'll see them later," McGonnagal said. "I don't think you want to keep Miss Granger alone with your relatives any longer than you have

to, right? Or be here when Professor Snape wakes up?"

Harry glanced over at the bed. Snape was now sucking his thumb. He'd suddenly give all his fame and money for a camera. Then he realized that, as a wizard,

he had access to pensieves... And he smiled brightly.

"No, I do not," he said. "I'll see you both later," he said with a smile at Tonks and Fleur.

"Later, Harry," Tonks said with a warm smile and a wink. Fleur said something similar, though it came out muffled. It was no less sultry though, especially

with how she writhed in her straps. Harry stared for a bit, before McGonnagal shook him out of it.

"Ahem... Mr. Potter?"

"Huh? Oh, right," he said. "Uh... These pajamas...?"

"We'll just floo right there," McGonnagal said. "Come along."

As Harry turned to go, Snape groaned and opened his eyes. He and Harry locked gazes. Snape's eyes widened in realization, and his mouth opened.

"Potter, what are you-!"

A hard whack to the back of his head sent him back into dreamland. Harry and McGonnagal stared at Madam Pomphrey, who stood calmly with her bat at the

side of Snape's bed. She smiled sweetly.

"He needs his rest," she said. Harry nodded quickly, and allowed himself to be led away by Professor McGonnagal. Madam Pomphrey looked at her other two

patients.

"You didn't see anything, did you?"

"Nothing," Tonks said.

"Mmph hmph," Fleur concurred.

Sirius was draw into the library at Grimmauld place the next morning by the howls of laughter from inside. As he entered he found Remus, Emmeline and Hestia

barely holding themselves in their chairs as they laughed. In front of them was a smug if slyly snickering Tonks stiffly sitting up and reading from what

appeared to be a report.

"Alright cousin what are you reading that produced this result?" Sirius said in a worried tone as he plopped down into an armchair. He needed a good laugh

after worrying about Harry half the night. And served himself some tea and scones from the tray on the low coffee table.

"Why Padfoot what's got you all down?"

"Someone just tried to kill my godson and I need a good laugh then a good drink, or three." Most of the rest of the room sobered a little at that only

to loose it again at Sirius next sentence. "Then there's this hearing that this Hopkirk witch wants to have " Sirius looked at Tonks and her self satisfied

smirk as he stirred his tea.

"Alright dear Nymy," Tonks tensed and her hand twitched toward her wand on the table but let it slide as she realized Sirius was out of the loop as to

the majority of the past evenings events.

"Spill to Cousin Sirius what in those dried out shriveled DMLE reports has the hyena section in full roar? Do share."

Smirking Tonks and then sitting up straight and in a prim and proper tone read from the report.

"To: Mafalda Hopkirk

Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic"

"The dried up prune in the basement," Muttered Emmeline Vance darkly. Earning a glare from Sirius for slowing the flow of information.

"From: Auror Nymphadora Tonks

Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Ministry of Magic "

"Our unsung master mendicant of reports," said Remus airily. Tonks continued on with a slightly wider almost smile.

"Subject: Results of preliminary investigation into the events surrounding the use Patronus Charm by Harry Potter, Little Whinging, Surry as detected by

your office at 2123 local time August 2, 1996." Sirius focused intently on Tonks report and wondered what he was missing that could make the other three

adults in the room laugh.

"At 2122 local both myself and Fleur Delacour, (A) were escorting Harry Potter to a secluded apparition point and then on to a late dinner at the Leaky

Cauldron when the effects of approaching dementors were noted both by myself and the other two magicals present. Then I spotted both dementors as they

exited a viaduct near our apparition point and attacked all three of us." Hestia interrupted at this point.

"Apparently Fleur and Tonks were stalking Harry and were waiting for him to be in secluded enough position to approach him about being 'escorted' to this

late dinner. My understanding was that Ms. Delacour and Tonks were to be on his menu? Or was it desert you had in mind?" Sirius snickered at the blush

and red hair that Tonks was displaying, even as she sat stiffly and tried to read the report.

"I myself attempted to shield both Ms. Delacour and Mr. Potter from attack but was out of position and unable to raise a Patronus charm before Mr. Potters

own charm was cast. Mr. Potter tried once and produced what the Ministry sensors recorded as a scale 5 fully corporeal Patronus. The conflagration produced

by the attack of Mr. Potters Patronus (a stag in form) on the dementors was purely magical and produced no physical damaged to the surrounding area but

did knock all three of us down, stunned us and resulted in damage to our clothing and minor scrapes." Remus was the next to interrupt in a dry almost laughing

voice.

"Apparently the memories Harry was using were of an amorous nature and the backlash of such sexually charged energy set off Fleurs Veela heritage in a

most spectacular manor." Sirius quirked an eyebrow at Tonks, whose blush deepened. Remus had little pity as teasing Tonks was a lot of fun. "Yes, apparently

after she tore Harry's and hers clothes off on the spot as she pinned him to the ground she told Tonks to what was it? Get on this or leave?"

"And how do you know that little details?" Asked Sirius.

Remus smirked. "Myself and Emmeline have a couple of the old monitoring charms we made for bugging the Astronomy tower our sixth year," Sirius began smiling

as he remembered the things they'd seen and suspected were this was going. "their attached to a repeater mirror here along with some memory crystals for

recording we have every stroke of last nights recovery time on crystal." Sirius howled laughing at Tonks prim and proper smile as it contrasted with her

beet red face and hair cycling from red to pink. After he had composed himself he asked Tonks to continue, while silently vowing to watch that recording

crystal. Tonks may have been his cousin but a naked amorous Veela? That wasn't something you passed up.

"The effects on the dementors was even more dramatic, it reduced both dementors too their crystallized skeletons and ashes: Something that according to

the later responding Unspeakables had never been done in the five hundred years that we have records of dealing with dementors in this country." Sirius

sat stunned at the implications, all the while wondering how it could have been done and could it be repeated.

"The backlash of these events stunned us all and it was some time before the three of us could shake of the effects of both the dementors and Mr. Potters

response. It was then that I began the process of notification of my superiors and the Ministry. Ms Delacour helped by warding the area with subtle muggle

repelling and notice me not charms, while seeing to the repair of Mr. Potters glasses and our clothes which had been damaged by the events of the evening

and provide him and myself with minor first aid."

"After they worked off enough energy to allow Fleur a measure of self-control, Tonks had her repair the clothes she tore of Harry and herself and do so

first aid for the claw and teeth marks..."

"The claw marks were on his back, the teeth marks were on that chest ," sighed Emmeline. Sirius snickered and dissolved into laughter foe several minutes,

eventually after he recovered he motioned for Tonks to keep reading.

"When I had shaken off the worst of the backlash, and what seems to have been a magic dampening field caused by the event, I contacted my Auror Captain

Kingsly Shacklebolt, at 2235 local, for both back up and reminded him that he should contact the Unspeakables as per standing orders for any scale 5 events.

He sent a duty team with an Obliviator and a med witch in support to cover the scene until the Unspeakables could arrive to process the scene." Sirius

nodded as this had been standard procedure even during the last war.

"I also notified Alastor Moody, Master Auror (ret.) who was going to meet us for dinner that we were going to be late. Master Auror Moody, who was already

worried about or missing the dinner appointment arrived at 2241, with Amelia Bones Director of the DMLE who he had been talking to when my message to him

arrived."

"Amelia and Moody were having their weekly chess game, when he got Tonks alert message and the one she message." Said Hestia. "She decided to tag along

and followed him there."

The duty team arrived at 2247 Local time. The Unspeakables three man response team arrived at 2315. Both parties expressed concern that the DMLE/Unspeakable

notification of the event and its communications in the area had been delayed by methods unknown.

"Yes, that sort of thing happened a lot in the last war." Said Sirius soberly.

"Then the Message from your office time stamped at 2130 was found near the scene, under what appeared to be a power transformer, which charcoaled the Ministries

delivery owl."

"Fleur fire balled it for interrupting her turn to ride Harry." This brought another round of laughter and Sirus called out. "Thats my boy Harry! Thats

my boy!"

I brought this to the attention of both Auror Captain Shacklebolt and Director Bones. Both expressed concern that somehow your instrumentation at the Ministry

was able to function flawlessly in the area when the DMLE grid was confounded and that the initial response by your office was both excessive and outside

the normal investigative and judicial procedures for incidents of this nature.

"To right about that," mumbled Sirius taking a deep sip at his beer.

Investigations into all three above noted abnormalities have been started at Director Bones instructions.

"With both Director Bones and the Unspeakable team leader "K" present along with Senior Auror Shacklebolt at the scene issued the following preliminary

report," Tonks paused and handed over the rest of the report, then snatched up several scones for the rest of her breakfast.

Sirius read the rest of the report to himself, chuckling as he went along.

Facts of the event:

1) There was a muggle present at the other end of the viaduct and he was identified via pensive memory as Dudley Dursley. Harry Potter's first cousin and

son too Petunia Dursley nee Evans (a full sister too the late Lily Potter nee Evans, Harry Potters Mother and said magicals aunt and guardian at law in

the muggle world). All three reside at Number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surry. As such all three are blood relations of Harry Potter and under

the International Statute on Secrecy, and Ministry Law, allowed too know about magic. While young Mr. Dursley could not observe the Dementors as he is

a muggle, he did appear to witness the spell effects and ran off rather then wait around (a sound response when ever one has an encounter with dementors

and one is not responsible for controlling them).

2) There were two rouge dementors present at the scene of the event and both attacked the three magicals present without provocation or warning. An investigation

by the DMLE as to how two such dementors came to be in Surry on August 2 has been launched by the DMLE at Director Bones express order.

3) That Mr. Potter did destroy both dementors with a scale 5 corporeal patronus.

4) That Mr. Potter is under age (just turned sixteen) and subject to the Reasonable Restrictions on Underage Magic Act. That he knowingly cast the spell

that resulted in the destruction of two dementors in the presence of a muggle but that the muggle in question is allowed to know about magic.

5) That the events of the evening of the evening are a clear case of self-defense and defense of another under Section seven of the International Statue

on Secrecy and in part eleven of the Reasonable Restrictions on Underage Magic Act.

6) That any further action by the Ministry in this case against Mr. Potter is unwarranted. Except that Mr. Potter will be asked by both the Unspeakables

and the DMLE to walk through the casting of the spell too see if the effect can be reproduced.

7) The headmaster of Hogwarts was also notified as is the proper procedure in cases of underage magic use outside of school in cases like this.

8)The ICW was also notified as both a foreign national (Ms. Delacour) was present.

Please note; Miss Delacour is a adult (age 18) French witch, recent graduate from Beauxbatons School of Magic, and the Tri-wizard champion for that school.

She is now working at Gringotts as a curse breakers apprentice. Please also note she has diplomatic immunity in this jurisdiction. Both as a Gringotts

employee and the fact that her father, Anton Delacour, is the Ambassador for Magical France to the Court of St. James and she currently resides in the

French Magical Embassy. Also note her granduncle is Minister of Finance for the Magical Republic of France, and her godfather is the Minister for the Magical

Republic of France.

B. As any rouge dementors are considered class SSSS being, basically unkillable creatures of the darkest foulest magics, Mr. Potter was entitled to keep

the remains as spoils under Ministry Law and long standing tradition. He graciously has donated all but one skull to the Unspeakables for their research

team and is keeping it as a trophy/paper weight and has been granted the appropriate license to keep such a unique if dark specimen by the Department of

Mysteries and the DMLE. See copies of attached forms.

CC: Ministry General Archives

DMLE Records

Department of Mysteries

Amelia Bones, Director of the DMLE

APWB Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts

French Ministry of Magic

ICW Advanced Magics Research Office

Harry and Professor McGonnagal burst from the Floo fireplace with practiced grace. Well, McGonnagal had the grace. Harry had to practice. A lot.

"Oof!" Harry got back up to his feet, and looked back at his professor. She sighed.

"Honestly Potter, you have the grace of a bird in the air but just throw in a little trip through the Floo, and you're like your father after he'd pissed

himself," McGonnagal tutted.

"Ugh... It's not my fault wizarding transportation is bollocks," Harry said. He coughed at the witch's look. "Sorry."

"No, you're quite right Potter, but if anything was easy, it wouldn't be worth it, right?" She asked. "After all, your life has rewarded you a great deal

despite the tragedy, has it not?"

"Well, yeah, it has," Harry admitted as they left the house and headed outside. "But it doesn't make annoying things any less annoying, does it?"

"No, you're quite right," McGonnagal said. "Absolutes are a bit difficult to move past in humans. We would prefer things to be black and white, when grays

are often what we find. Some figure it out, others don't..." She trailed off as they reached the sidewalk bordering Privet Drive. Harry stopped and stared

as well, though for additional reasons.

"Some just Surprise you," McGonnagal said, looking as though caught between laughter and anger.

First thing he noticed was that Hermione was lounging in a bikini on a beach chair. Understandably, he focused a great deal of attention on this until

Professor McGonnagal cleared her throat. Harry reluctantly looked away from his girlfriend to the Dursleys. He blinked again.

Dudley was working hard in the yard, pulling weeds, mowing, and otherwise doing all his chores with a demented grin on his face. How he got back is another

story, so just allow him to continue his work in the background of your mind's eye. Aunt Petunia meanwhile was serving drinks to Hermione.

"I... It... Uh..."

"Ms. Granger!" McGonnagal called. Hermione looked up, and blanched.

"Ah! P-Professor!"

"What is going on here?" McGonnagal asked flatly. Hermione coughed and looked around her various minions, guilt written on her face.

"Ah... Well... You see..."

"Hermione, what did you do?" Harry asked.

"Nothing against school rules... I mean, okay, it's perhaps a little unethical, I mean, just a smidge, but it's not that bad, really!"

"Hermione Granger," McGonnagal said flatly. "What have you done?"

"Well... Um..." She held up a sticky note. "I applied Muggle Repelling Wards to these, and there's just a brief moment when a Muggle is exposed to them

where they are... Well... Very suggestible..."

"More iced tea, Mistress?" Petunia asked. Hermione bit her lip. Harry's jaw was down to the ground.

"So you brainwashed them," McGonnagal sighed.

"Ah, well, uh... Just a little!" Hermione said. "Experimental purposes at first and then uh..."

Uncle Vernon's car drove up, parking in the driveway of Number 4 with a smooth growl out of the engine. Uncle Vernon opened the door once that growl ceased,

and emerged, looking out of sorts.

"I'm back!" Uncle Vernon loudly proclaimed. "I failed though."

"And where did you send him?" McGonnagal asked coldly.

"Er..."

"I couldn't find a single man to bugger me. Not even when I told them I had more... What's the American term?"

"'Cushion for pushin',' dear," Petunia remarked, as though talking about the weather. Harry felt his stomach roil as raw horror filtered throughout his

entire body, his mind unable to resist picturing...

"Oh God, Hermione," Harry moaned, bracing himself against the fence.

"MISS GRANGER!" McGonnagal roared.

"I-It was just a slip of the tongue! He uh... It..." Hermione wilted under McGonnagal's glare, and sighed. "Come here, Mr. Dursley."

Vernon scampered up like a puppy. Harry felt the contents of his stomach try to force their way up. Hermione held up a Post-It Note to Vernon's face.

"All right... Go inside, relax, take the rest of the day off and tomorrow you will act normally," Hermione ordered. The big man nodded, turned and retired

to the house, still wearing that disturbing, brainwashed smile of his. Hermione turned to McGonnagal and Harry.

McGonnagal looked over the Dursleys, sighed, and finally made up her mind.

"Given the danger that Muggles might be put into if this became public, and as it's technically not a violation of the Underaged Magic Laws, I'm going

to leave this alone," she said. She glared darkly at Hermione. "However, I am very disappointed in you. Even if they are..." She looked over the Dursleys

still in the yard, "them, I expect better from you, Hermione."

"Yes ma'am," Hermione squeaked.

"You really are developing a bit of a mean streak, you know," McGonnagal sighed. "I know about what you did to Rita Skeeter-And don't ask how, it's not

the kind of thing to discuss even here. It looks to me you need some... Punishment," McGonnagal said, cocking an eyebrow. She looked over at Harry, who

was still trying to resist the urge to empty the contents of his stomach all over the yard.

"Mr. Potter!"

"Yes Professor?" Harry groaned.

"I am going to impart some advice to you on relationships," McGonnagal said. "Not only must you be willing to compromise, but you must also be able to

watch out for your partner and ensure they learn from their mistakes."

"Uh... Okay... And how should I do that, here?" Harry asked.

"Simple," McGonnagal stated. She transfigured a stick on the ground in the yard into a paddle, and handed it to Harry. "Discipline her."

Harry's pale face turned bright red, as did Hermione's. McGonnagal merely gave them a saucy little smile.

"You will see to it she learns her lesson, I trust?" She said flatly.

"Uh... Uh... Uh..."

"I will take that as a yes," McGonnagal said. "I will see you at Mrs. Mal... Ms. Black's meeting," she amended. "Tah." With a last little smile she turned

on her heel and headed back to Arabella Figg's. Leaving the two teenagers to stare at the paddle, then at each other... And definitely not at the retreating

McGonnagal.

Dolores Umbridge was woken up early by her House Elf, informing her Minister Fudge had asked to see her. After ordering the elf to set himself on fire

for daring to interrupt her beauty sleep, she set about primping and preparing her appearance for her meeting.

This is it... He'll tell me how Potter was found with his soul sucked out, boo hoo! As long as my contacts in the Daily Prophet are paid, we can spin it

as the boy going off and getting himself killed! How to spin the brat confronting some Dementors might be a bit trickier, but the public didn't need to

know where exactly Potter had been Kissed, did they?

Of course they didn't.

Dressed in her finest, pinkest cartigan and in her best applied makeup, Umbridge left her house, her soul soothed by the screams of her impertinent house

elf as he sat in the other fireplace. That was the right way to start a morning!

Umbridge made her way to the Minister's office with a spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye. The hushed tones and muttering of the personnel stopped

when she came around. How very good to see her position being appreciated!

Of course, that muttering did concern her a bit. She'd need to get auto-quills into some of the offices, keep track of what everyone was saying. Who knew

what one person could say to bring down morale, or introduce bad thinking. Why, just imagine if someone started saying that Potter might have been murdered!

That would just not do. They couldn't be allowed to think that way, it would just make their jobs more difficult.

She entered the Minister's office and with a smile to the bowed head of his secretary, entered Fudge's sanctum.

"Cornelius~! I'm here~!" She announced cheerfully.

"Dolores," Fudge returned, in a downright icy tone. Umbridge froze at this, and stared in significant confusion at the flat expression on Fudge's face.

"Ah... Is something the matter, Minister?" Umbridge asked. Fudge huffed, and crossed his arms over his chest. It did little to make the man more physically

intimidating, but his office made Umbridge far more wary.

"Yes, I should bloody well think so," he growled. "Those Dementors... They... They...!"

Oh. Oh! Of course. She knew the Minister's heart perfectly, his weakness. To kill off a boy with his power was not something he could really stomach. She

could sooth it away though-Her mother always did say she was very good at comforting, right after her dear Mudblood nursemaid had committed suicide.

How the two were connected Umbridge still wasn't sure but she was always willing to give her mother the benefit of the doubt.

"There there, Minister," she said, walking up and patting him lightly on the shoulder. "Such actions may seem... Unsavory, but they really are for the

Greater Good."

"The Greater Good?" Fudge asked.

"The Greater Good," Umbridge confirmed. "Think of it as a blessing in disguise."

"How?" Fudge demanded. "There's the trial, after all! And how we can make this seem like a bad thing is beyond me when he's going to be talking to Dumbledore...!"

Umbridge's patting of his shoulder ended. Fudge looked up to see his Under-Secretary's eyes bulging, like a toad on a hot plate.

"Hem hem... Excuse me Minister, but... Are you saying Potter... Survived?" Umbridge asked. Fudge nodded, sighing deeply.

"Oh yes. Apparently he briefly overloaded the magic sensors at the Office of Inappropriate Magic use-A Patronus the size of a bus! Can you believe it?"

Fudge shook his head in disbelief, as Umbridge's eyes bulged out even further. "Right off the scale! The Auror on the scene reported he actually destroyed

the Dementors."

"D-Destroyed?" Umbridge squeaked. "But that-That-"

"Hasn't been done in centuries," Fudge confirmed. "Yes." He sighed. "On one hand, we've got him on Inappropriate Magic Use. On the other... I've got Amelia

Bones demanding to bring him in for questioning on just how he pulled that off. A little early recruitment, you might say," he said with a humorless smile.

Umbridge coughed. "Ah... Well... That is..."

"And there's the fact the public has never trusted the Dementors, and here we have a wizard, a sixteen year old wizard capable of destroying them, who

also vanquished Lord... Thingy," Fudge got out. He sighed.

"Honestly, this whole idea was nonsense from the get go, Dolores!" Fudge huffed. He scowled at her intensely. "You didn't think that someone might ask

what a pair of Dementors were doing in Surrey?"

Umbridge coughed. She just now realized that she hadn't thought of that at all. Fudge scowled.

"Damn you for giving me the idea, and damn ME for being stupid enough to go along with it!" He huffed. He turned a severe glare on Umbridge. "I really

should just have you fired right now and be done with it!"

"B-But sir-!"

"Or I could turn you over to the Aurors! It was your idea, after all," Fudge growled.

"But-But you-!"

"I? What did I do?" Fudge asked flatly. "You gave the order. There's no proof I agreed to anything!" The rotound politician smirked. "And even if people

think I'm an idiot, they don't think I'm a murderer."

Cold hands siezed Umbridge's heart, and she felt faint. She had to do something, fast, otherwise she was going to go down hard. Oh why oh why didn't she

think to record her conversations with the Minister?

"I-Please! Give me another change, Minister!" Umbridge begged. Fudge shook his head.

"Nope, I think I'm quite done with giving you those." He tapped his wand twice. "Secretary? Please get me the Aurors. Madam Umbridge is leaving."

A pair of invisibility cloaks came off two Aurors, both of whom had their wands pointed at Fudge and Umbridge. The Minister's face purpled as the doors

opened, and Amelia Bones entered the office. His secretary was there as well, brandishing her Auror badge with a large smile.

"Of course, Minister," the secretary said with an unpleasant grin. "And so are you."

Umbridge coughed.

"Well, um Very good! My ploy worked perfectly! Take him away!"

Madam Bones gave her an incredulous expression. "You really expect us to believe that?"

"Yes, I do," Umbridge said in her sickly sweet voice.

"Can I blast her, ma'am?" The secretary asked with a pleading look in her eyes. Bones gave it just enough serious thought to allow Umbridge to turn pale

in fear, before smiling.

"Maybe later If she resists," she said.

"Oh bugger," Umbridge muttered.

"Oh bugger, indeed," Fudge said sarcastically.

In Hogsmeade, there is a former store called Marionette's, a store that at one time sold magical dolls, playmates for kids and lonely people.

The latter is probably partly responsible for why it was closed. The other reason was that the creator was a Muggleborn, making money, and certain pureblood

members of society didn't want to see such occur.

One vote in the Wizengamot and it was closed.

However, the women who loved Potter Hunting, as it were, knew it had a second use.

This was why Narcissa Malfoy recently widowed member of High Society was inside the abandoned shop. There was a secret known only to certain women, women

who could be trusted, women who would not betray this path, or abuse it.

You see, according the both the Marauders and their map, only two secret passages in Hogwarts were still usable, safe for people to traverse and do what

they wished. The other four had all collapsed.

That was not exactly true.

Entering the basement, Narcissa tapped her wand to a brick in the middle of an exposed wall, a brick that would never stand out unless you knew where it

was. As nothing happened, she had to smile, as that meant the security spells placed long before her time in Hogwarts still functioned, though she did

not doubt they would likely need serviced soon best to not let them continue on until they failed.

"I seek to place my bet," she muttered.

As with the secret entrance to Diagon Alley, the bricks folded back, revealing a passageway. Clear stoned, embedded within the side and top of the passage

began to glow a soft white, allowing a person to see through the tunnel without using their wands.

Smiling at memories of youth, Narcissa entered.

Finally, she came to what appeared to be a caved-in section of the tunnel, shaking her head, as she looked about, before focusing on the third light stone

on her left, before tapping it with her wand again. "Time to play the slots," she said. "Let the one-armed bandit pay out."

Truthfully, she didn't know what the former pass phrases were. Nevertheless, if forced to guess, she would surmise that whoever last serviced the wards

and spells for the tunnel, was likely another satisfied customer of James Potter. I do wonder what the new phrases will be when Harry begins his tour,

she pondered.

As if by magic which in truth, it was the stones began to rise, seemingly fitting back into their proper place, creating a clear path towards what looked

like a pane of glass, with a dark-skinned witch standing before it.

Smiling, Narcissa approached the glass, tapped it with her wand, causing it to open. "Aurora."

"Narcissa," the black witch smiled. "I am sorry for your loss."

"Yes, I do miss those shoes. Sadly, they could not be salvaged."

"I was talking about your husband," the other witch continued to smile.

"Oh, him; whatever," Narcissa waved off. "Love of my life, yadda-yadda-yadda, missed till the end of time.

"You would think as often as the Black Family 'lost' spouses, they would have had some speeches prepared for it," the Malfoy widow snorted, before hugging

the woman. "It has been too long."

"Indeed," Aurora responded. "I do wish you luck trying to turn your son into something worthy."

Sighing softly, Narcissa nodded. "It will be a difficult task. I often wonder if Lucius feared Draco might usurp him, as Lucius did his own father, to

explain Draco's lack of refinement. Perhaps when I meet with Lord Potter to 'discuss' some items, I can have him pick up the level of rivalry between them.

Draco may simply need to be shown his current level is not up to par."

Nodding, Aurora motioned for her to follow. She had no fear of the portraits revealing to the Headmaster about the unauthorized guest. The path had been

chosen just for that, as well as several abandoned classrooms for the 'liaisons' to occur in. After all, Hogwarts did have so many unused rooms, and such

were better for the intimate acts to occur in than some cramped broom closet.

Nothing ended the mood quicker than a mop handle up the backside.

"So, have the others approached you yet?"

Narcissa raised her eyebrow. "Define which others you speak of."

"Both."

"Ah, those associated with my husband's extracurricular activities have made some attempts to contact me, most likely to see if I will support the Dark

Lord, some at least to try and woo me to gain access to the Malfoy vaults, and the Minister to see if his usual 'donations' will still be given."

The professor could only snort. "A high-class vulture is still a vulture."

"Agreed," Narcissa stated, before pausing at a classroom. Casting several spells on the door and on the desks, chairs, and tables, she nodded and moved

on, deciding that the classroom would still serve its purpose for now, but reminding herself to get the entire setup serviced before school started. It

simply would not do for a Potter to have an injury because a preset transfiguration failed and dropped them on the hard, unforgiving stone floor.

"As for those of us who wished to 'thank' the Dark Lord for murdering James Potter, well It will take some time, but I do fear that at the very least,

dear Bella will find her love lacking."

"Oh yes," Aurora nodded, checking a classroom now, making a note to start asking the House Elves to start cleaning this section of the castle again. "It

would simply not do to have him stop another Potter."

"Feeling an itch, my dear?"

"You've seen what I have to choose from here," Aurora waved about. "Lockhart had all the skill of a Snape to pick up women, Lupin would never take a hint,

and Well, let's say the pickings are quite slim."

"Yes, such a failure of society to keep males up to some sort of standard of presentation," Narcissa replied. "I may take over my husband's seat on the

Board of Governors and try and have some etiquette class taught. I shudder to think how much such simple things will suffer a hundred years from now."

"Did you know Muggles now have places where they go, just to try and improve the shape and appearance of their bodies?" Sinestra asked. Reaching into her

robes, she pulled out a large page from a magazine, showing a muscled male, flexing for the camera. The fact the page never moved proved it to be Muggle

in making. "I confiscated this from several Ravenclaws last year."

" Oh my," Narcissa muttered, trying not to drool. "Perhaps the hatred for Muggleborns is not as clear as stated," she replied. Oh yes, if Muggles could

look like that, more than a few Pureblood women would not bother with marrying the elite males of the Wizarding World, society be damned. Dozens of potions

to give a male an erection, but nothing to make them look so yummy. I wonder if Potter will look like this in a few years "I do believe this will have

to be researched, see if this can be made to also occur in our world."

"One can certainly hope." Nodding her head as the corridor was finally checked to be in working order and cleared of any major debris, the two made their

way back to the mirror, the secret entrance in Hogwarts for the passageway.

"So, when will you meet Harry?"

"Oh, it will have to be soon. My contacts in the DLME reported that two rogue Dementors attacked Potter near his home. I'm sure Dumbledore will try to

move him 'for his own safety' soon enough, and that will make him all but unapproachable until the school year starts. I just first have to ensure that

Draco is kept busy. Who knows what he would do should he learn I am meeting Harry."

"Seeing his performance these last few years, it will be poorly planned, poorly executed, and likely to fail," Aurora stated.

"Yes, I do wonder how he ended up in Slytherin, but at least his is no Crabbe and Goyle."

"Thank Merlin."

The news that Minister Fudge had collaborated with his Under-Secretary to try and murder Harry Potter sent shockwaves rippling through the British Magical

World, as more and more corruption was uncovered. Among these acts of corruption were the following:

A list of various bribes and under the table political contributions from Lucius Malfoy and other former Death Eaters (which were identical to records

the newly widowed Narcissa Black was all too happy to turn over).

The signatures of Fudge and Umbridge on new educational statutes to be employed at Hogwarts upon Umbridge's tenure as the new Defense against the Dark

Arts, including monitoring charms to be used to detect dissension, utilizing textbooks that taught no actual Defense against the Dark Arts, and preparing

to create a special position: High Inquisitor, allowing Umbridge to question the loyalty of the faculty and enforce it through open-ended means.

Finally, there was Minister Fudge's novel length work: "My Evil Plan to Discredit Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore", which was to be published upon completion

of said evil plan once Fudge thought up a better title. It was soon published anyway, despite Fudge's protests that the title was "a placeholder".

It became a best seller mere hours after it's release, and to contribute to the PR frenzy the Daily Prophet was, thanks to Narcissa Black's subtle intervention

behind the scenes, made publicly owned and published every single thing it could in regards to Fudge's activities and the truth about Voldemort's return.

Change was rushing through the Wizarding World and nobody really knew what the full extent of the consequences would be.

All of this was completely unknown to Harry Potter. Truth be told, he wouldn't really care. He was sitting at one end of the beach chair with Hermione

on the other end, the paddle still in his hand. Now, both were staring at it, then each other. It had continued in this vein for some time, neither able

to really come up with something to say.

"... So..." Harry began.

"So..." Hermione encouraged.

The two looked at each other. Hermione laughed nervously.

"This-This is ridiculous... I mean, we've had sex."

"Yes," Harry said. "We have."

"We've talked about this before," Hermione said. "We-We shouldn't be worried about... About trying new things... Right?"

Harry nodded. "Right."

"So... How about you start?" She asked. Harry stared at her. Hermione flushed.

"Well... You-You are... Well..."

Harry sighed. "Look, Hermione... This has been the best summer ever, really... But I'm not sure how it came to be. You've changed, so quickly. I've been

moving so fast I haven't had a chance to think, but now..." He shrugged. "What happened?"

Hermione took a deep breath, and then let it out. "Well... Um... I went to France with my family, like I always do. Two weeks, beaches, tanning... Fleur

invited me to see her family, and so I went."

Harry slowly nodded. "All right... What happened?"

"Well, there were a few issues but... Well... I had been in France before..."

"Totally nude?"

"Oui. You should not hide your body, Hermione! You have nothing to hide. We're all, how you say, 'girls here?'"

"Well, I have been to nude beaches before... Okay!"

"Wonderful! After you are properly attired, we must apply ze sunscreen. No sense in getting burnt, oui?"

"I totally agree Fleur!"

"Well, she is a very nice girl once you're past her hard exterior," Harry mused. "What happened next?"

"Fleur really helped me settle in, insisting on attending to my needs personally," Hermione said.

"Ah... Fleur? What are you doing?"

"You are ze guest are you not? I will apply ze sun lotion. Lay down please~."

"You don't have to, really-"

"Now Hermione, don't tell me you wish to be burnt. You cannot reach everywhere, can you not? My aunt and her... Ah... Friend over there are applying sunscreen

to each other."

"Ah... Y-Yes..."

"See how they are not missing a single spot?"

"I uh... I can definitely see that."

"Well then, just relax~..."

"I-I-I uh... Ohhhh... O-Okay, that's nice..."

"Isn't it?"

"Mmmm..."

"She was all too happy to show me ways to shed the stress I'd been building up since... Well, since I entered Hogwarts, really."

"Ohhhh God yesssss...!"

"My dear Hermione, you put too much upon yourself! All these knots in your back, it is so very bad for your health!"

"I-I can't help it, mmm...! I have to-to stay on tooohhhh...!"

"Yes, but as ze Bible says, there is a time for work and a time for play, oui?"

"Ahhh... You read it?"

"But of course! We are all here virtuous maidens, saving ourselves for our true love."

"Uh... Then what are those girls over there doing?"

"Practicing for our true loves, of course."

"... With a statue."

"Well, virtue can be different between cultures, can it not? Now, time to turn over~."

"Uh, Fleur, I-I think I can get my front-Eep!"

"Now now, I am ze hostess, not ze guest. You are to be pampered, I am to go down-Er, I mean, get down and serve you to ze best of my abilities!"

"I-I don't think you need to go down quite so faarrrr!"

"We had a wonderful day at the beach," Hermione concluded. "Afterwards, I was so tired I went to bed. But Fleur still insisted on... Talking."

"... Fleur?"

"Oui?"

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"It gets so terribly cold sometimes at night."

"It feels very warm to me-EEP!"

"Zen I am doing my job correctly, am I not?"

"F-Fleur! Th-That's plenty warm!"

"What about zese?"

"EEP! V-Very warm! Very warm!"

"Are you certain? Let me just see how warm I can make you~..."

"I really tried to resist but she insisted on getting my issues... Um... Out in the open."

"Oh my! I have never seen someone squirt so far!"

"Haa... Haa... Haa... Fl-Fleurrr..."

"It hit the mirror! It must be three meters!"

"Fleeeuuurrr..."

"Mm? What?"

"Why...? Why did you do that?"

"I saw you were very stressed... In a particular way."

"In... In wha... Oh."

"Oui. I do not blame you. Friends with 'Arry, friends with Ronald. Both brave, strapping young lads... Both horribly clueless about women."

"You've got that right..."

"Well, perhaps you simply need to get their attention. Be more involved in their lives!"

"But-But I am involved! I get them to study, I remind them of-"

"Oui, oui, and zat is the problem! How often do you actually have fun with them?"

"I-I have lots of fun! I... We play Exploding Snap!"

"And...?"

"And... And we went to the Quidditch world cup..."

"And...?"

"And... And... We... Study?"

"Do you make that fun?"

"It is fun though!"

"For them, or for you?"

"It's always fun! They just refuse to see that!"

"Hmmm... I see. Zis is more serious than I thought. Clearly, you require some more loosening up."

"What? N-No, no, I'm good I'm good I'm gooooOOOHHHHH!"

"She... Taught me a lot," Hermione said with a bright blush.

"SWEET BABY MAEVE YESSSSSSSS! Haa... Haa... Haa..."

"Mmmm... You are like a cute little kitty cat. Purr for me, Kitty Cat~."

"Ohhhmmmm..."

"And made sure I knew that my... Uh... That any hardship was worth it."

"You have been a very bad kitty, Hermione! Count for Fleur~."

"Wh-What-? OW! OWOWOW! What was that-OW!"

"That was not un, my dear kitty."

"OW! Okay, okay, bugger it all! Un! OW! DuWAH! T-TWAT! I mean TWA!"

"The rest of Fleur's Veela relations and friends pitched in too."

"Um, what is this called Fleur?"

"I believe it is named 'Ze Wheel'. And you get to be one of ze spokes!"

"So when I left after two weeks, I felt better than I ever had before," Hermione said. "Enough so when you seduced me, um..." She blushed and smiled. "I

was really open to it."

Harry stared at Hermione for a long time. Hermione coughed.

"... You had sex with them didn't you?" Harry said.

Hermione's whole body turned red, and she very slowly nodded.

"And some of it involved paddling your arse, didn't it?"

She nodded again. Harry looked down at the paddle, and then back at Hermione.

"... I have never been more turned on in my life," he admitted.

Hermione licked her lips. "Me neither."

Dropping the paddle, he stud up and stumbled towards her at the speed of light. Their bodies met as they clutched each other tightly. Their mouths met

in a fiery kiss of passion and love. They stood on their feet near the beach chair, embracing in an open-mouthed kiss for the longest time before Hermione,

gasping for breath broke their lip lock and stumbled back a step. Her hands immediately shot down to his pants. Fumbling with the clasp, she frantically

pulled it open. Then, with both hands she jerked his pants open. As she did, his big dick flopped out into the open. It was erected for a long time as

she gawked down at the hardening monster.

Harry hadn't apparently been wearing shorts. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she pulled his pants down his legs until they were wrapped around his

ankles. Then letting go of them, she wrapped her hands around his dick and lifted it to her mouth. Hungrily sucking on the hardening giant, she quickly

applied some really hot kisses there.

Then when his peter was sticking out hard and stiff, she melted down onto the grass of the back yard. Rolling over onto her back, she quickly shoved her

bikini panties down her long legs. As she did, her bald pussy suddenly came into view, exposed to Harry's leering gawk.

"Merlin, Mione," he gasped, dropping to his knees between her outstretched legs. "You...you shaved it! You shaved your pussy!"

"Just this morning... nothing much to do... well except fucking the Dursleys minds," she murmured, running her hand down to it and fingering its tight

lips apart to reveal the weeping slit between them. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Its beautiful!" he groaned staring down at it as his big prick jumped and twitched with excitement. "It's the sexiest thing I've ever

seen..."

"I hoped you would like it! I did it specially for you, Baby," she gurgled extending her arms up to him, inviting him down between her shapely thighs.

"Merlin, Yes! I love it," he said, reaching out and gently running his fingertips over the soft, smooth skin surrounding her oozing pussy. "It's so smooth..."

"It's as smooth as a baby's but," she cooed, as he moved his hand away from it and leaned down over her.

Then he slowly dipped his hips as her clutching hands found his jutting prick.

"Merlin, I missed you," she groaned out, guiding the evil barbed head of his peter down to the weeping wetness between her fully gorged cunt lips.

"I missed you, too!" he muttered as he felt the tip of his cock slide down into the juice-slickened opening of her vagina.

"Damn, Baby!" she cursed as he gently eased his big prick down into the goo-filled channel of her tight cunt. "I think you've grown since last night. It

feels even bigger than before."

The tapered head of his cock slid into her pussy, spreading it and stretching it open as it dug deeper and deeper into the tight mush. Finally, after an

eternity, she felt the tickle of his curly pubic hairs on the smooth skin around her cunt. At last! At last, he was back inside her! Back where he belonged,

she happily thought as their lips crushed together in another fiery kiss.

As they kissed, she kicked her long legs up into the air and wrapped them around his waist. Squeezing her thighs around him, she dropped her heels down

onto his ass. Thrusting her big, gravity-flattened tits up at him, she ground them into his chest as she dug her heels into him forcing him even deeper

into the seething core of her girlhood.

"Mione..." Harry gasped as he began to work his hips back and forth at a furious pace.

"Yes, yes, Baby, like that..." she panted, thrusting herself up at his savage attack on her cunt.

Harry was like a man possessed, ripping his cock in and out of her as they fucked like two crazed animals. Nothing was being held back! They were both

giving their all as they wallowed in the sick perversion of their communion. Harry's hips were flashing back and forth wildly as he drove his peter in

and out of her pussy. She could feel the pressure down inside her vagina building. Like a lamb being led to slaughter, she drew closer and closer. Harry

was panting with effort, sweat dripping off him everywhere, running down and dripping onto her. There was a sweaty film of perspiration between their bellies,

making their bodies slip and slide against each other as they fucked. Hermione could feel Harry's thrusts becoming more insistent as she teetered on the

brink of a mind-blowing orgasm. Her hands were all over him, touching, scratching, clawing at him, urging him to fuck her harder and help her over to the

Promised Land. Her creamy thighs were rubbing against his sides as she dug her heels into his bounding ass over and over again.

Then, suddenly she found herself being pummeled and battered by waves of pleasure as they welled up from her cunt. Arching her back, she thrust herself

up at him, digging her heels into his ass to hold him imprisoned inside her hot, convulsing cunt. Her whole body shook and quivered from the effort of

keeping him inside her.

Straining against her, Harry forced himself deeper inside her and all at once, she felt the barbed head of his cock embed itself into the tight opening

of her convulsing cervix. She had never felt anything like it as the giant lurched and spewed out a giant gush of semen directly into her womb. She had

never been so deeply invaded, she feverishly thought as her boyfriend's big peter continued to jerk and spurt its virulent load into her womb.

His ass clenched tightly, Harry kept himself thrust down inside her hot, clutching cunt for the longest time. He could feel the tight clutch of her pussy

around the head of his cock, but it somehow seemed different. It felt tighter and the spasms working through it seemed stronger. Groveling in the sheer

decadency of it all, Harry let his cock jerk and twitch, spewing out its virulent load into her until, finally it was empty. There was nothing left inside

his big, dangling balls. She had sucked him completely dry, pulling out every last sperm. He had nothing left to give her. And she had taken it all without

hesitation or reservation...

"Oh, Merlin, Mione," Harry groaned, leaning down and raining down a shower of soft, butterfly kisses on her sweat-stained face. "That...that was fantastic..."

"Yes...yes it was," she tiredly murmured, gently clutching at his softening penis with her cum-filled cunt. "Wonderful..."

Grunting, he slowly drug his peter back out of her sopping pussy and flopped onto his back on the back yard grass beside her.

"Hey... what happened to Dudley?," he groaned, his eyes suddenly falling on his cousin's crouched form near some bushes. "Why... is he frozen in place?"

"Oh... that?" she giggled. "I was experimenting while you were gone... I... mmmm... suggested to him that if he ever sees my bits or yours or us fucking...

to freeze until we were finished fucking and forget he has ever seen us do it... I did that to your aunt and uncle too... so, the house is pretty much

ours to do what ever we want..." she purred.

"Great! A whole month to do what ever we want! Maybe I won't even let you out of the house for the whole month... not even the bed," he grinned, rolling

over onto his belly and pushing up to his hands and knees.

"And maybe I might not want to get out of bed either..." she laughed softly as he stood up.

Harry's dick had softened to the point it was now dangling down between his muscular thighs as he stepped out of his pants and toed his loafers off. Extending

his hand down to her, he watched her reach for it and pull herself up with it.

"I've also got some surprises for you up in your bedroom," she murmured, stepping over to the back door of the house.

"What?" he grinned, watching her swish her cute, little tush from side to side as she walked.

"You'll see," she told him, going inside the kitchen and refilling her glass with some pina colada, passing the frozen form of aunt Petunia. "I think you'll

like them."

"As long as they have something to do with this," he laughed, stepping up and groping her quivering ass with his hand.

"They do," she smiled, tipping her glass up and downing her drink in one long, thirsty gulp.

"Good!" he laughed.

"Grab the pitcher and a glass and let's go upstairs," she told him, turning and heading for the stairs with her empty glass in her hand.

"Lead the way so I can watch your beautiful ass," he grunted, grabbing up the pitcher and another glass.

"Yes, Sir," she laughed, swishing her ass back and forth enticingly as she strutted up the stairs.

"Merlin, you've got a gorgeous ass, Mione," Harry muttered, following along behind her, his eyes locked on her switching buttocks.

"Glad you like it," she said over her shoulder.

When she went to get herself the anti pregnancy potion, Hermione has also broth with her some sexual devices gifted to her by Fleur that she hoped would

please Harry. Before he had arrived, she had spread them out over his bed for his inspection before they used them.

Leading Harry into his room, she stopped beside the bed and swept her hand out over the display of perversion that lay spread out on the bed.

"Damn, Mione," Harry grunted, staring down at the toys. "Where did you get all these?"

"Oh... Fleur had a very big... collection," she grinned. "She thought I could use some since I didn't have a boyfriend..."

"Not anymore," he laughed. "But this sure look very... interesting..."

Studying the toys, Harry saw three or four dildoes ranging in size from one about the diameter of his little finger and about six inches long to one giant

black one that rivaled his own peter in length and girth.

"Which one do you want to try out first?" she asked him, sliding onto the bed and leaning back against the headboard.

"Let's try out this one," Harry grinned, reaching back down to the big, black dildo.

"Okay," she grinned, scooting down the bed until her head was resting on a pillow. Spreading her long, shapely legs, she reached down to her pussy and

slowly fingered its puffy, fleshy lips apart. Looking up at him with an expectant smile on her lips, she watched him slowly lower the black giant down

to her pussy.

Harry lazily rubbed the slippery, black tip of the evil looking dildo up and down the moist slit of his girlfriends' pussy coating it with her slippery

juices. Finally, he brought it down to the weeping hole at the bottom of her pussy. With his fist wrapped around it, he began to force it down into the

tight opening as Hermione spread her legs a little wider to accommodate the fake dick.

Harry couldn't believe how easily the evil creature slid down into her. She was so hot and wet, her pussy was almost sucking the giant cock out of his

hand. Bit by bit, he fed the dildo down into her, fascinated with the contrast of the black rubber and the pinkness of her pussy as the big black peter

disappeared down into her hungry snatch.

Finally there was only the flat nub of the base of the dildo protruding out of her bald pussy. Letting go of it, he placed the tip on his finger on it

and slowly pushed it down into her. It was fascinating to watch her hot pussy close down around the black dick as it completely disappeared from view.

"Damn," he muttered, staring down at her pussy that had now closed around his finger. "You took the whole damned thing."

"Why shouldn't I? It's the same size as yours! So if I can take all of you, I can take all of it," she grinned up at him, slowly tickling a fingertip over

her jutting clit.

Pulling his finger out of her pussy, he watched the muscles in her tummy tighten as the black base of the fake cock slowly began to emerge from her pussy.

As it did, Harry saw that it was glistening wetly from a coating of her thick, wet juices. When enough had oozed back out, he curled his fist around the

sticky toy and began to slowly work it in and out of her tight cunt. Reaching over to the pile of toys laying beside her, Hermione picked up a little white

vibrator. Flicking it on, she ran it down and placed the rounded tip of the buzzing vibrator on the jutting nub of her clit. As she did, Harry could feel

the muscles around her pussy tighten on the big dildo making it a little harder to slide it in and out of her tightened pussy. Her other hand crept up

to one of her big, gravity-flattened tits and began tweaking its bulging nipple between her finger and thumb. Captivated by the eroticism of watching the

evil black cock sliding in and out of his girlfriend's drooling, pink cunt, Harry could feel his own cock slowly lifting its head up into the air.

Hermione was lying with her knees lifted up in the air, her beautiful, long legs splayed out to the side as she diddled herself with the vibrator while

Harry fucked her with the big, goo-covered cock. Her head, resting on the pillow was thrown back and her eyes clenched shut as she let herself go. Floating

along with the flow of pleasure welling up from her pussy and clit, she let herself be forced closer and closer to another upheaval. With a determined

look on her face, she fought for it as the muscles around her pussy grew tighter and tighter around the pistoning dildo. Seeing the muscles in her belly

tightening, straining, Harry could sense that she was on the verge of another orgasm. Working the big, black cock in and out of her faster, he forced it

deeper inside the clutching mush of her pussy. As he did, she began to thrust herself back against the invading giant, taking it deeper and deeper inside

her hot pussy.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-Yesssssss," she hissed as her legs suddenly shot straight out and began to rigidly shake.

The muscles in her legs quivered and tightened as she dug her high heels down into the mattress, lifting her beautiful ass up off the bed as she thrust

herself up against the embedded rubber giant of a peter. Murmuring softly, she dropped the little vibrator and clutched at her quivering breasts with both

hands.

Harry continued to pump the big dildo in and out of her pussy as thick, hot gushes of juice spewed out around the thick shaft of the dildo, coating his

hand with its hot stickiness. It was so fucking exciting watching her come, Harry deliriously thought as his cock twitched and danced, jutting up out of

his hairy groin like some evil demon. His hand and her inner thighs were now dripping with her gratification as her orgasm went on and on.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the muscles in her legs slowly began to soften and her beautiful, round butt eased back down onto the bed.

After several long moments, her eyes slowly fluttered open as she looked up at him with a happy, dazed look on her face. Her hot, purplish eyes were still

widely dilated and they had a distant, unfocused look about them.

"Was it good?" Harry whispered, easing the drenched black dildo out of her gooey pussy.

"Oh, yeah!" she groaned, unwrapping her hands from her tits and tiredly dropping them to the bed.

Running his fingers over the juice covered lips of her pussy, Harry was mesmerized by their soft smoothness. There was nothing on earth so totally erotic

as pussy lips, he giddily thought. The keepers of the gate, the guardians of the chalice...

"They're so soft," he murmured, delicately pinching one, and gently rubbing it between his finger and thumb.

"Ummmmmmmmm," she sighed, watching him fondle the puffy folds of pink flesh with his fingers.

"It's so pretty...and with no hair around it...it's so sexy!" he whispered to her.

"Have you ever done it to yours?" she softly asked him.

"Done what?" he asked her, all his blood pooled down in his jutting prick, leaving little in his brain for cognitive use.

"Shave off the hair around it..." she laughed softly.

"No!" he told her, looking down at his big, jutting prick. "Would you like for me to?"

"If you would like to..." she smiled suggestively. "I think a man with no hair around his penis is just about the sexiest thing ever..."

"Hmmm... do you think it would be fun?" he asked her, dropping his hand down to his cock and fingering the kinky curls surrounding it.

"Oh, yeah, grinding two shaved pussies is great, grinding a shaved pussy with a shaved cock should be fantastic" she laughed. "If you like, I'll even do

it for you..."

"Oh...would you like to do it for me?" he asked her with a lewd smile playing across his lips.

"If you wish..." she said, lifting her legs and spinning on her butt to drop her feet down onto the floor.

Harry watched her beautiful ass quiver tightly as she strutted out of his bedroom.

Waiting for her to return, Harry slowly stroked his hand up and his cock as he studied the toys. Then he saw a strap-on cock. Wonder what she plans to

use this for, he lewdly wondered. Is she going to fuck me with it? He didn't know just how to take that. It would be kind of sexy for her to fuck him,

but he was afraid that it might hurt too much. And the cock on it wasn't as big as his was and after all, she had taken his big cock up her ass, hadn't

she?

Just have to wait and see, he told himself as he saw his girlfriend come strolling back into his bedroom. Shifting his attention from her delightful ass,

he now focused on her big, round breasts, watching them jiggle and bobble sexily with every step she took.

"I'm back," she giggled, setting a little basin of water on the nightstand.

"I can see," he grinned, reaching out and fingering one of her puffy nipples.

"Sit up and scoot over to the edge of the bed," she told him.

Scooting over to the edge of the bed, he dropped his feet to the floor.

"A little more...with your butt half off the bed so I can get at those big balls of yours..." she instructed him.

Leaning back on his elbows, he scooted back until his butt was half on and half off the bed.

"Okay, now spread 'em," she smirked, holding up the little can of shaving foam in her fingers.

Harry leaned back and slowly spread his legs apart. Then, he watched her spread the white foam all over his belly and balls.

"It looks funny," he grinned, looking down at his big cock jutting up out of a circle of white foam.

"Yeah, it does! But not for long," she said, picking up the razor. "Soon, it'll be bald and even sexier...if that's possible!"

Then, she dropped to her knees between his legs. Reaching down to his peter, she gave it a gentle little kiss.

"I thought you were going to shave it," he murmured as her lips finally lifted up off his cock head.

"Are you ready?" she asked him, looking up at him with a lewd smile on her lips.

"Yeah," he muttered, staring down over his jutting cock at her.

"Okay, here we go," she said, taking hold of the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers. "Now, be still..."

"Yes, Ma'am," Harry gulped, hoping that he didn't move and revoke his manhood.

Lowering the razor down to his belly, she slowly pulled it along toward his cock. As it scraped along, it left a swath of smooth, hairless skin behind

it. Reaching his penis with the razor, she angled it up and continued to shave him, moving a couple of inches up his thick cock.

"See there's nothing to it," she laughed, reaching over and jiggling the razor in the basin of water.

Another swipe, then another, and another, Hermione kept on until his belly and groin were as smooth and bare as her own pussy.

"Now it's time for these," she smiled, lifting his big, dangling balls in the palm of her hand.

Then she began to work on them, pinching the loose skin of his scrotum and stretching it taut, she carefully scraped the razor over them.

"That kind of tickles," he grinned down at her, watching her move the razor over his balls.

"That's what I said too when Fleur did it to me for the first time," she laughed, continuing to shave the hair off his balls.

A few moments later, his balls matched his groin in their obvious lack of pubic hair.

Reaching over, she laid the razor down and dabbed the towel into the water basin. Harry looked on as she quickly wiped off what little foam there was left

on his belly, dick, and balls.

"Smooth as a baby's butt," Hermione smiled, running her fingers over the smooth skin before standing up and gathering up all the stuff but the towel she

had used to shave him.

"Speaking of butts," Harry grinned, reaching out and groping her soft, round ass, as she turned to carry the stuff back to the bathroom. "Yours is gorgeous!"

"Oh, really," she laughed, quickly strutting out of the room swishing her ass back and forth as she returned the shaving stuff to the bathroom.

She was back within moments, smiling happily as she strolled toward him. Harry hadn't moved and still sat, leaning back on his elbows, his feet on the

floor with his legs spread.

"Looks good enough to eat," she murmured, easing down onto her knees between his outstretched legs.

Harry watched on in fascination as she took hold of his jutting, stiff cock and forcefully bent it down between his thighs. Then she dropped her lips down

onto the smooth plain of bare skin surrounding his cock. Flicking out her tongue, she licked it over the hairless skin, leaving a little trail of spit

behind it as she anointed it with her tongue and lips. Finally, when the smooth skin was glistening wetly with her spit, she slowly let his prick rise

back up into the air. Pursing her full, red lips around it, she slowly, sensually sucked the big, purple head into her mouth. Holding it in her mouth,

she twirled her tongue around it, tickling, licking, lapping at it for several long seconds.

After a few moments, she lifted her pouty lips up off his jutting prick. Placing her hands on his thighs, she pushed herself up to her feet. Stepping around

him, she crawled onto the bed with her big, jiggling tits flouncing about wildly. As Harry watched on expectantly, she rolled over onto her back, pushing

the toys aside to make room for herself.

"Bring him to me," she murmured, running her hand down to her pussy.

She gently fingered her clit as Harry sat up and turned to crawl up between her legs.

"No...bring him up here first," she whispered, flicking out her tongue and suggestively running it over her open lips.

With his big, hard cock hanging down under his belly like some kind of primed, warhead-tipped missile, he crawled over her. Standing on his hands and knees

above her, he watched her reach up and bend his stiff prick down to her open mouth. She eased out her tongue and began to flick it back and forth across

the sensitive cleft where the head of his cock joined the shaft. Several long seconds later, she bent his cock down farther and her ruby red lips closed

down around it again. As they did, Harry began to work his hips up and down as he fucked her beautiful face. In and out, in and out his big cock slithered

between her lips as she nearly took his whole cock into her mouth on every downward stroke.

Murmuring softly as she sucked, she twisted her fist around the hairless base of his cock while she coated his cock with her hot, slippery spit. As she

did, her other hand was cupping his big balls, squeezing and gently tugging on them as they dangled down above her throat.

At last, she spread her hand out on his belly and gently pushed him up out of her mouth. Then still pushing, she guided his big, hard prick down into the

cleavage between her big tits. Wrapping her hands around her tits, she pressed them together, trapping his cock between them.

"Fuck my tits! Fuck my tits with your big cock!" she gurgled out.

Harry began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his spit-slickened cock in and out of the clutching valley of warm, soft flesh.

Hermione could feel his big balls dragging across her belly as he slid his cock in and out between her tits. This was a first for him, she lewdly thought.

He'd fucked her everywhere else, but he had never fucked her tits. Looking down, she watched the head of his big dick popping in and out of the hot clutch

of her tits as her swollen nipples jutted up on both sides of it. She had her breasts compressed together so tightly around his pistoning prick, the big

nipples were almost brushing against each other as he fucked her tits.

Finally, she tired of the game. She wanted him inside her hot, hungry cunt.

"In me...inside me..." she whispered, releasing her hold on her tits.

Harry crawled backwards down her body until his dick was jutting out over her bald pussy. Lifting his legs one at a time, he crawled over between her legs

as she spread them apart for him. Lowering his hips, Harry let her guide his prick down to her waiting cunt.

"Don't come in me," she murmured. "Stop before you do and we can do something different, okay?"

"Okay," he mumbled, leaning forward and shoving his prick into the waiting wetness between her legs.

What did she want to do next, he feverishly wondered? She was full of tricks today and he didn't know what to expect. But at the moment, it didn't matter,

he giddily thought, humping his cock in and out of her tight, hot pussy. As he did, her beautiful legs lifted into the air beside him.

Curling her legs around behind him, she locked her ankles around behind his ass. The crook of her ankles rested against the cheeks of his ass as she flexed

her legs, pulling him into her every time he drove his cock down into her. She loved the feel of his big dick plunging down inside her, filling her with

its impatient hardness. She would never be able to get enough of the big son-of-a-bitch, she sickly thought. It filled her to perfection, she giddily thought.

The fiery passion sparking between them set her off again as she felt her pussy implode with pleasure.

"Oh, Merlin, Harry..." she gasped out, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him to her.

Their mouths met, lips crushed against one another as they hungrily kissed. Her hands were all over him, touching, fondling, clawing as she thrust herself

against him and pulled him deeper into the fiery chasm between her legs.

Harry could feel every convulsive contraction of her cunt as it pulled and sucked on his cock. It was as if it were trying to suck out the bubbling load

of cum down inside his balls. But she had told him not to come, he frantically thought, lunging backwards and jerking his cock out of her hot, sucking

pussy.

"Oh, Baby, don't go..." she whined, grabbing at his cock, trying to fit it back inside her.

"Gonna come! Don't touch it or I'll come!" he panted, trying to dodge her clutching hand.

Finally, her body began to relax and she slowly started to melt back down onto the bed.

"You're fantastic," she murmured, releasing her hold on him and dropping her legs back down onto the bed. "Fantastic!"

"What did you want to do?" he impatiently asked her.

He was primed and in need of release, too, as he stood watching her, his eyes feasting on her beauty.

"Just a minute...a minute or two...okay?" she panted, still trying to catch her breath.

"Okay, but I want you bad..." he muttered, still primed and needing a place for his big cock as he crawled out from between her legs and dropped down beside

her.

"I know, Baby...I know," she whispered.

Reaching over, he lovingly cupped one of her big breasts as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Here, put this on," Hermione finally told him, reaching over and picking up the strap-on cock and handing it to him.

"Uh, okay," he muttered, taking it from her and struggling up to his knees. "Where do I put it?"

"Just above your cock," she said, rolling up to a sitting position. "Here...I'll do it."

Taking the strap-on from him, she snaked her arms around his waist and tugged the black leather strap tight. Slipping the strap through its buckle, she

tugged it tighter and fastened it. Then she quickly brought one of the two dangling straps up under his legs, beside his balls, up over he bald belly and

snapped it to the waist strap. Then she did the same to the other hanging strap. Harry's peter, still hard, stiff, and twitching up and down in rhythm

with the beat of his heart, jutted out under the squared base of the smaller, fake cock. Then picking up her wand and touching it to the fake dick, the

hole contraption transfigured to look and feel like a real dick and the straps had melted into his skin, like they never existed. Harry was speachless.

He practically had two cocks. He felt only one, his real one, but to see himself like this was pretty owsome.

Once done, Hermione put her wand down and picked up a tube of lubricant from the jumble of toys. Twisting off the cap, she placed the little plastic nozzle

on the tip of the smaller prick and squeezed on the tube. A snake of clear goo began to ooze out of the nozzle as she moved the tip along the length of

the imitated cock's shaft. Grinning up at him, she twisted the cap back on the tube and tossed it down on the bed. Wrapping her hand around the second

dick, she twisted her hand up and down it to quickly spread the goo all over off her hand on the towel, she slowly rose up onto her hands and knees. Wiggling

her saucy, little ass at him, she felt her big tits tug at her chest as they heavily hung down below her.

"One for each of them," she grinned at him over her shoulder.

Harry couldn't believe it as he quickly struggled up behind her. It was strange to look down and see himself with two pricks jutting out of his hairless

groin, even if he felt only one. Inching forward, he maneuvered them up to her waiting ass and pussy. Fitting the purple head of his big cock on the juicy,

oozing opening of her pussy, he slowly dug his thumbs into the soft, giving flesh of her ass. Spreading the soft, full cheeks of her ass apart, he saw

the pretty, pink circle of fluted flesh between them. Fitting the rounded tip of the fake peter on the puckered opening, he curled his hips up, sliding

his cock inside her. Wrapping his hands around the rounded curve of her hips, he dug his fingers in and began to pull her back onto the cocks as he leaned

forward, forcing both of them into her. They both easily slid inside her as he kept pushing until he had them both buried deep inside her ass and pussy.

"Never been so full of cock in my whole life," she muttered, pushing back against him sending the two dicks, one real, the other transfigured, ever deeper

inside her.

Then Harry leaned back, slowly pulling the transfigured penis back down the channel of her tight rectum and his peter back down her goo-filled vagina.

He began to rock back and forth, fucking her pussy and ass both at the same time with slow, methodical determination.

Hermione's soft, dark brown hair hung down brushing the sheet as she dropped her head and looked back between her big, jiggling tits. Her breasts were

gently rocking to and fro in rhythm with his attack on her pussy and ass as she looked along her body through the valley between her tits watching her

boyfriend's big, pink dick glistening wetly as it slid in and out of her gluttonous cunt. His big balls, already covered with her abundant juices were

dangling down below the monster, flicking back and forth in cadence with the swinging motion of her tits. She could feel the big transfigured dick spreading

her asshole, sliding in and out of her ass as Harry's hot, throbbing prick filled her cunt with its hardness.

Harry could feel the stiff hardness of the transfigured dildo through the thin membranes between her vagina and rectum as it slid in and out of her rectum.

He couldn't believe that he was actually fucking her pussy and her ass at the same time. And she was loving it. He was pulling and pushing on her, making

her rock back and forth as he watched the big, pink dildo sliding in and out of her clenched asshole every time he pounded his prick into her hot, juicy

pussy.

His girlfriend was so fucking hot. Who would have believed it before? She was taking a cock in her pussy and her ass at the same time. How fucking crazy

was that?

Hermione was reveling in the feel of the two cocks sliding in and out of her. It felt even better than she had imagined. Too bad she didn't have another

big, hot cock to suck on, too. But maybe, just maybe, some day she would have her dream come true.

But for now... it was only Harry, she told herself focusing on the pleasure welling up from below her waist.

Harry huffed and puffed as he pumped his cock and the transfigured cock into her.

Flouncing back and forth, balancing on her knees and one hand, she greedily sought yet another orgasm. She could only imagine what it would feel like because

she had never had an orgasm while being penetrated in both orifices.

She felt herself being drawn closer and closer as Harry rammed the cocks into her harder and harder. The obscene sound of Harry's bald belly wetly slapping

up against her juice-smeared ass filled her ears with its perversity. He was making loud grunting sounds every time he lunged forward driving the two dicks

into her. She could feel her tight asshole clutching at the transfigured cock just as her cunt was tightening around Harry's big, hard peter.

She was so close, she feverishly thought as she fought back against the savage attack on her pussy and ass. So close...

All at once, Harry gasped out in agony and jerked her back on the cocks as hard as he could, sending both of them driving into her all the way to the hilt.

"Oh-Fucking-Merlin!" he ranted as she felt a hot gush of semen spurt of his cock directly on to the opening of her cervix.

He was so deep inside her, the tip of his dick was pressed against the opening as it squirted out its venomous load into her. Her cunt and cervix were

both convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through them. Merlin, how she loved it, she sickly thought. Loved the feeling of her boyfriend coming

inside of her...coming inside her and filling her with his thick, potent cream. She couldn't get enough of the vile stuff as she frantically clutched at

his cock, milking it and sucking on it with her cunt, trying to pull out every last drop.

Harry held his thrust against her soft ass as his prick emptied its noxious load into her. It seemed to feel better every time he came inside her. It was

probably the excitement of doing something so wicked, he sickly thought. But whatever it was, it felt so Merlin fucking good he didn't want the feelings

to ever stop.

But finally, he felt the spasms of pleasure ripping through his cock slow to a trickle and then reduce down to a warm, happy afterglow.

"Merlin, Mione..." Harry groaned out. "It feels better every time..."

"For me, too..." she panted, slowly leaning forward and easing his big dick out of her pussy and the dildo out of her ass.

As they both slithered out, she could feel a gush of his hot, creamy cum pour out of her cunt, wetly clinging to her inner thigh as it ran down toward

her knee.

"I think I need a little nap," she said, stifling a yawn. "You've just about wore me out..."

"Okay," he grinned, watching her ease down onto her belly. "I think I'll go down and make us some sandwiches. Got to keep up our strength!"

"Food and fucking...I honestly think that's all you ever think about..." she laughed, feeling his hand on her ass as he gently groped it.

"As long as this beauty is around," he snickered, giving her ass another squeeze. "What else is there to think about. It's too damned distracting."

"Wizards!" she muttered sleapily. "Can't live with them and can't live without them..."