"Welcome everyone to the first meeting of the Defence Association. Thank you for signing the parchment - you should have also each collected the coin, which will tell you when and where we're meeting." Hermione spoke in a clearly rehearsed voice. "Now, Harry will begin, after-"
"Thank you, Hermione." Harry stepped up smoothly, interrupting what would be an interminable monologue. "And I'm sure we'd all like to thank you, Hermione, from our hearts, for organizing all this. It's not easy to get four houses to get together." Hermione blushed, flustered as he dismissed her, and sat down behind him. "Indeed, only Umbridge could have created unity like this." That got a small laugh from the crowd, and Harry scanned them, searching for troublemakers.
The Hufflepuffs were here in force. Susan and Hannah, Susan not meeting his eyes, while Hannah waved. Ernie and Justin, less than impressed. Zacharias Smith, arms crossed and tapping his foot.
Then, from Ravenclaw, Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, looking eager to learn. Padma Patil blushed as he looked at her - that reminded him that he needed to patch up things from his disastrous Ball with her, and Parvati, who was also here with her constant tagalong Lavender. Cho Chang, playing with her hair. Marietta, placid.
His ever loyal Gryffindors were here in force. The three beautiful Chasers, the two irritating Creeveys, all three Weasleys, Ron looking put out not to be standing by his side like Hermione, Dean, Lee Jordan, Neville and Seamus.
At his request, there were some Slytherins too, that he'd personally invited, mostly just to demonstrate his power and to make some inroads into that House. They stood apart from the others - Daphne, Theodore Nott, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs, their faces purposefully blank aside from scowling Tracey.
"We're here to learn about Defence Against The Dark Arts. We'll be learning everything on this year's curriculum, but also a lot more. Stunning Spells, Body-Binds, Cutting Curses, five different types of shield spell, along with some Healing spells. That's what we're going to go through in the first half of the school year. But, in the second half, we're going to be looking at how you actually win a fight against a Death Eater, and a lot less known spells."
"But who's actually going to be teaching us?" Zacharias Smith piped up.
Harry smiled inwardly. Perfect.
"I am."
"Just you?" Zacharias pushed through the crowd. "I thought we were going to be getting lessons from seventh-years, or getting some ex-students in."
Harry shook his head. "All the teaching will be done my, and me alone." He looked away from Zach, dismissing it. "Though I'm glad to call some of you friends, I think it best if we emulate the classroom as much as possible, to keep things separate. That's why I'll be asking you call me sir, just as you would to any other teacher."
"Oh, come off it, Potter." Zacharias spat. There was a grumbling too, from the assorted crowd, particularly from Ernie and the Slytherins.
Zach continued. "We came here for a proper lesson from someone older and more experienced than us, like we were promised, not because we wanted to join your fan club and stroke your over inflated ego."
Harry smiled at him. "I understand. You don't think you have anything to learn from me?"
Zach snorted. Hook, line, sinker. "Maybe I can't beat you in a duel, maybe I can. I don't believe all that shit in the Prophet. But either way, I don't see why you think you can teach seventh years like Fred and George. You've been reading your own press too much."
"That's not fair-" Hannah began.
"It's okay, Hannah." He smiled at her reassuringly. "Perhaps I need to reaffirm my credentials. How about we do a friendly duel?"
Zach looked a bit more nervous.
"Just because you can beat Zach doesn't mean you're a good teacher." Ernie stepped up beside him.
"I quite agree." Harry said, a silkiness to his voice. "That's why I'd like to duel you, Zacharias, Adrian, Terence, Marietta, Tracey, all at once." He read their names like he was calling out attendance in class.
"Why us?" Adrian asked, frowning.
"Not to worry, nothing against you. No harm will be done to you in these duels, you have my word. I just want to get an idea of the average skillset from each House."
Zach snorted. "Wait, you're not joking? You really think you can win a duel against six of us?"
"Without a problem." Harry confirmed.
"Wait, Harry, is this really-" Hermione fidgeted anxiously.
"Why me?" Marietta put her hand up nervously.
"I didn't want to injure Cho before her big Quidditch match." He shot a grin at Cho, who blushed prettily. "And with the greatest respect, I don't know you, so I need to know your skill level to teach you."
"Come on, let's do this already." Tracey bounced up, fury in her eyes. She was going to teach him a lesson that the useless boys should have taught him already.
The rest of them came up to the stage the Room of Requirement conjured for them, the crowd sitting in crowded chairs. Harry noticed with amusement that Fred and George had started taking bets, always the money makers.
"Now, duelling etiquette. First, we bow. Then we count down from three." Harry bowed and predictably one of the Slytherins cast a Stunner at him, easily batted away.
Harry straightened up and smiled. "Great initiative. Remember, Death Eaters won't adhere to duelling etiquette, so neither should you. Spell-deflection is just one of the things I'll be teaching you later this year."
"Go, Harry!" Cheered Fred and George.
Harry didn't let up - he needed to impress, and even without having processed all of Voldemort's memories, not having his muscle memory, he could still wipe the floor with mere Hogwarts students. He conjured a cloud of smoke, a thick grey fog covering the whole stage.
"Where the fuck did he go?" Zach called out.
Harry cast a disillusionment charm and shielded his way through a barrage of curses, the final curse breaking his shield, the Cutting Curse grazing his side. Harry swore and muttered Episkey to heal his bloodied side. Not a good start -- he needed to do better.
Time to go on the offensive. He conjured up a wooden bench, lined the front of it with a double-sided Sticking Charm and Banished it toward his attackers, who were still standing in a line. Marietta was swept against the wall, stuck there.
The attackers quickly shielded up. A real dueler would have recovered their ally, but these students had nothing in common - that was partly why Harry had chosen students from all four houses.
Adrian muttered something, and the smoke whooshed away, a fierce wind brushing through Harry's air, almost pushing his glasses off his face. Now, he was visible, facing four wands. Spells, red, green and blue, rushed toward him, blocked by a quickly conjured brick wall, already crumbling from the force of the spells. Harry smirked. Brick and stone, that was something he could work with. Dumbledore was the master of all things transfiguration, but Tom was no slouch.
The stone animated upwards, forming slowly into a ball of brick, spinning slowly and adding more bricks until it had not just a spherical body, but arms and legs too - a golem. "Scare them." Harry told it, and it lumbered through, their spells splashing useless on its surface.
Terence Higgs had circled to his side, a storm of screeching red birds announcing his arrival, rushing down at him. A flick of his wand, and they'd turned into shards of ice, which he shot back at Higgs, only realizing a second too late that perhaps they'd do more damage than acceptable in a friendly duel. Higgs shielded up, but Harry was already moving, running through his shield and simply plucking the wand from his hand, before stunning him. Shields stopped projectiles and spells, not people. Second rule of dueling.
Zach, Adrian and Tracey remained. The golem had trudged through to them, but they'd finally brought it down with what looked to be a pool of quicksand - Adrian's doing, he bet - Slytherins often got taught more duelling knowledge than the other houses. Harry waved his wand subtly, and the pool began expanding slowly. Don't create an environment you can't clean up. Third rule of dueling.
They didn't notice. Now, Harry just had to keep them busy. Avis sent birds flying at them, with a doubled up Anteoculatia ensuring those same birds suddenly sported vicious antlers, the sight absurd. Zach was pierced and gouged before he recovered enough to send another fierce wind to discard them. Harry paused to bat away a vicious curse from Tracey before responding with the trio of 'F's - Flipendo, Furnunculus, and Furios. Tracey sidestepped them all but caught the Furnunculus in the face, her skin immediately breaking out in disgusting purple boils. She screamed with rage, not noticing the quicksand spreading underneath her feet.
The quicksand was now underneath all of them. With just that, it wouldn't do much. They could wrench themselves free, or use Ascendio to rise out. But if they were face-first in it? With a smirk, Harry cast a summoning spell on the wooden bench he'd stuck Marietta to the wall with. It rocketed back with force, smashing into the backs of all three of them, planting them in the quick-sand. They howled with pain, allowing Harry to summon their wands before easily stunning the freed and trembling Marietta. Duel over.
Amid whoops and cheers from the crowd, Harry vanished the quicksand and Rennervate'd his downed opponents. "Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for all those who had the courage to fight." He gestured to the five, somewhat alleviating the embarrassed or scowling faces.
Hermione bundled into him. "Harry, that was amazing!" She hugged him. He gave her a squeeze and an affectionate pat on her bottom, their on-lookers unable to see, though they heard her sudden gasp.
"Now," He said dryly. "If we're all happy with my credentials as a teacher, I hope none of you will have a trouble calling me sir. Believe me, it's not for my ego. I have a lot to teach you, and I want us to be in the right environment for you to learn. Do you all want to learn?"
"Yes, sir." Fred and George chorused, chaining arms. "Especially if you can teach us how to make a golem like that."
Harry laughed. "Eventually."
Zach put his hand out, unable to look him in the eye. "Sorry, Potter. You - well, I guess you're the real deal."
Harry patted him on the back. "Let's put this behind us, Zacharias." Harry called him by his full name deliberately.
"Now, what we can learn from that demonstration?"
Susan put her hand up.
"Yes, Susan?"
She flushed a little. "You set up the quicksand, and the bench stuff, in advance. You planned it like a minute in advance."
"Good answer. The duel was only a minute or two, but it felt like a lot longer, right? A lot of people think duels are adrenaline-fests, spell-flinging, ten to thirty second things. But remember, we're talking about real fighting. A lot of the fights against Death Eaters, you're looking to stay alive first and foremost. The Death Eaters are always looking to hit hard and fast, before Aurors come. If you can make a fight last, you're going to live. So, how do you make a fight longer?"
Hannah thrust her hand up, desperate to be picked, her huge breasts jiggling as she strained her arm. "Hannah?"
"Yes, sir." She giggled. "Visibility and hiding from the enemy."
"Exactly! The smoke charm, mixed with something witches created years ago to give volume to their hair, if you can believe it. The witches' charm gives volume to the smoke, making you damn near invisible. That's what I'll be teaching you today - if you pick it up quickly, I'll teach how I did that double-sided Sticking Charm on the bench, so Marietta couldn't move. I'd like you to split into pairs. One of you will practice Fumus to create smoke, the wand movement being a figure of eight, and the other will practice the Volume Charm - that's Massatus, and your wand movement should be three-prongs, like this. After ten minutes, show each other what you've learned, and switch charms." He demonstrated. "Any questions?"
"No, sir."
"Good," He smiled, pleased. "I'll be circling to help out. Begin!" He clapped his hands.
They made quick progress, and Harry found himself enjoying teaching. Or perhaps, said the darker part of his mind, he just enjoyed the power. He'd made them call him sir only for the little thrill it gave him, and to prime some of his harem prospects. Before, he'd felt a clear split between Harry and Tom, and after that, he'd felt a blurriness between them. But now, he almost felt like he was something else, something more, something better.
"Harry," Cho batted her lashes. "Can you help me get Massatus down?"
"Of course," He said smoothly. He moved behind her, taking her right hand in his. "I would have thought you'd have used it before, you've got such lovely volume to your hair."
"When did you turn into such a flirt, Harry?" Cho giggled. Her training partner Marietta just glared. Clearly not his number one fan - perhaps she was a rug-muncher like Tracey.
Harry wiped away his smirk. He was turning into such an asshole these days, he thought to himself. Too much ego and cock worship from Cissy, or perhaps it was all the magic knowledge he held in his brain. He felt beyond all these people. Who would puncture his ego when he'd turned Hermione into his slut? A worrying thought.
"Well, clearly we all grew up over summer." Harry returned easily. He pressed himself into her pert tushy as he grabbed her left hand. Cho took a sharp intake of breath.
"Now, your right hand needs to make three sharp jerks upward, to form the prongs. Imagine the letter 'M' and then half an 'M' added on to it. With your left hand, push down. This is one of those rare spells where your left hand matters." Cho shuffled back, his stiffening member pressed within her cheeks. She cast the spell, a thick smog covering them from view. Immediately, he turned her within his grasp and kissed her fiercely, his hands squeezing her ass. She wasn't passive, jumping up and twisting her legs around his waist.
"Fuck," She moaned as his lips trailed down her neck.
He broke away. "Here's the deal. I can't risk my reputation to be with you, but if you can figure out a way that I can take you as a second wife, not Lady Potter, without destroying my rep, then I'll make it happen. Whatever it takes."
Cho bit her lip. "I'll do what I can." She looked a little unsure. "But you know whose reputation we'll have to smear to make that happen."
Cedric, a good guy. Dead through no fault of his own. The old Harry would rather die than besmirch the name of a fallen hero. Tom thought the boy a fool, and who cared for the feelings of the dead, anyway? Now, Harry was caught between the two. But, he stood in an association he'd created purely so he could have an army, some of whom would be no more than fodder, bodies to stand between him and Voldemort. Some of them were witches he'd effectively enslave using an ancient sex ritual. They'd love it, and him, but he'd already absconded all basic morality, hadn't he? Compared to what he'd already done…
"I'd have the full support of House Chang?"
Cho nodded. "Libraries of obscure magic, and an open door to China, with all that she contains." She pressed herself against him. "I'd be a good wife, Harry." She blushed. "It's all I've ever wanted."
He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "It's a shame Diggory lost his life, but this is war. I want a wife who will do what has to be done for House Potter, for our family, no matter who gets hurt."
Cho smiled then, a warm, wide smile, the one that made her one of Hogwart's most popular, most pretty. "I understand."
Harry took a step back, straightened his clothes and then whooshed the smoke away. It revealed a coughing Marietta and some curious onlookers.
"Whoops," Harry said blandly. "I guess I should have taught you all the Wind Rush Spell. The incantation is Turbinus Ventus, and the wand movement is a simple stab of the wand. Cho, great job with the smoke, see if you can teach it to Marietta."
The rest of the lesson went as planned, though Harry grimaced somewhat when he saw Susan's flat face as Hannah begged him for assistance, bouncing on her feet deliberately. She'd almost taken his eyes out with those massive knockers. Harry thought the best way to Susan was by making her jealous with Hannah, but what if he was wrong? He couldn't let her get away. She was too hot and held too much power in the Bones name -- he couldn't afford to get it wrong with her.
After the lesson, he was left with only Hermione, and only a slight amount of guilt for hitting Ron with a Drowsy Charm and a Compulsion Charm to hit the sack.
"Oh, Harry, that was so wonderful. You make such a good teacher! Thanks for letting me be your assistant. I've already got so many ideas on what we can teach, and maybe we can even apply as an Official Study Club to the Alexandria library in Egypt, they have so many rare books-"
"Thank you, Mione. I'll be relying on you a lot over the school year. In fact, I actually got you a small something, to show you how much I love you." Harry spoke earnestly, and he could tell his forthrightness had caught her off guard.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione blinked her dewy eyes. "You're so silly. You don't need to ever get me anything, you know that's not why I'm your friend."
The Room conjured a sofa which they fell into. "I know that. But I realize I only ever get you books, and I didn't want you to feel that I only think of you as a brain, someone to study off, or crib notes off."
He handed her an ornate white box, covered in gold glitter and wrapped with a red ribbon. That ribbon was threaded with a white rose.
She took it gently, a little taken aback. She'd never really got big gifts before. Her parents got her books too. Everyone got her books.
"But," Harry continued. "I know you're also now a beautiful, vivacious, young woman." He said as Hermione peeled open the ribbon and opened the box.
"Oh!" The box revealed a set of a subtle pink luxury lingerie and as Hermione pulled things out, stunned, she realized it wasn't just a bra-and-panty set, but suspenders and stockings too.
"I got it from the Muggle world." Harry said excitedly. "It's Italian pink tulle with embroidered hearts, look, do you see?"
"Harry, really, this isn't-" Hermione started, stuttering.
He took her hand in his. "I read in a magazine that you should buy nice underwear for the women you love, and I thought, well, I love Mione, so I should get her something nice."
"I, no, well, I mean, Harry-" She tried again.
He deflated. "You don't like it. I'm sorry."
"No, no! That's not true. It's gorgeous, they're gorgeous, I mean. Really." She said nervously, wary of upsetting him again like she had before. "You just caught me off-guard, that's all. But, did you spend a lot of money?"
"I'd buy you anything, Mione, you know that. The money's not important. Come on, try it on, see if it fits."
Hermione's eyes ballooned. "Harry, really! That's not at all appropriate."
Harry withdrew. "You hate them. I'm so stupid." He took a deep sigh. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, no." Hermione laughed, all of sudden. "Look at me, so British and stiff and shy. You express yourself so much more than, since the summer, and I'm still getting used to it." Hermione pulled her knees up to her chest. "I Iove them. They're really, well, sexy. And I've never had anything like them before."
Harry pulled his knees up too, hugging them, not meeting her eyes. "You were my first ever real friend, too, you know that? Ron thinks he was, but the truth is I wasn't sure about him, because when we met, it meant that I'd made an enemy of Malfoy. And I really didn't want a friend that came with an enemy, because I was always bullied at school. You're the only one I can really talk to, the one that's never left my side."
She leaned into him, head on his shoulder. "You were my first friend too." She said softly.
"And, and, I think that's why I'm giving you gifts that are, what, inappropriate? And asking you to wear them?" Harry hesitated. "Because I had no friends or family, I don't understand social cues. Especially with women."
She sniffled. "Oh, Harry."
"I'll - I'll get you something more appropriate next time, really."
She slapped him on the arm. "It's fine, Harry, really. They're so lovely, the materials really high quality, and I love the little lace and embroidery on the trim, and the heart patterns. I'll wear them, I promise. I've only got really boring white panties in my drawer at the moment."
Harry stayed silent, sullen and brooding.
"Oh, honestly, Harry!" Hermione stood up abruptly. "Make me a privacy screen and you can tell me how I look, how about that?"
"Really?" Harry conjured up a privacy screen, lighting up. She slapped his shoulder.
"You're such a boy." She rolled her eyes, though she was smiling as she disappeared behind the screen.
He wrestled with the idea of making the screen transparent, but contented himself with her silhouette as she unrobed and dressed nervously.
"Oh, they're much more revealing than I thought they'd be." Hermione muttered.
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'll get in my underwear too." Harry promised.
"I don't know about this, Harry." She moaned, her silhouette stiff and straight.
"Don't be silly, Mione. I bet you look gorgeous. Come on out."
She emerged slowly, like a mouse coming out at night to search the kitchen, one hand splayed over her panties, one arm barred across her breasts.
"They're so sheer, Harry."
"Wow," Harry breathed out. "You're so beautiful, look how you've become a woman." He wasn't lying, she was stunning, miles and miles of smooth creamy flesh, her ankles entwined as she tried to hide her femininity, only emphasising her stocking-clad legs. He walked forward and pulled her arm away, revealing her pushed up tits, beautifully presented in the pink bra. Her darker nipples showed through the sheer lining.
"Harry!" Hermione whined.
"Don't be shy, Hermione." He scolded her. "Do you know how many witches would kill for your beauty? You've become a woman."
"Really?" She flushed red. "Do you really think so?"
"Of course I do. Now show me your panties."
Her hand trembled and moved away. Her pussy was outlined by the tight panties, showing her feminine folds, her innocence that he'd soon take.
"I could stare at you for hours, Hermione."
"Don't say things like that, Harry." She said, but she was smiling. "I'm not as beautiful as the other girls. I'm not stupid. I've seen Hannah all over you. Cho, too."
"Of course you are, look at me." He stepped back and pointed to his boxers. His huge cock was hard and throbbing, poking out through his boxers.
"Oh my god!" Hermione squealed. "Harry! Put it away!"
"I'm sorry, Mione!" He turned away, pretending to be embarrassed. "I can't help it, you're too much."
They were silent for a few moments, just their heavy breaths filling the awkward space.
"I'm sorry." He repeated again.
"It's okay."
Silence, again.
"Where do you hide that thing, for god's sake?" Hermione said, suddenly.
And then he couldn't help, he was laughing and she was laughing, so hard they had their hands on their knees, and instead of hormonal teenagers, they were best friends again.
"It is a problem." He admitted.
"No wonder you do so many stupid things, you've got no blood going to your head."
"That's why you're the brains." Harry ran his hand through his hair.
"They should put that thing in the next edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them." Hermione giggled.
"Alright, alright, Merlin!"
Hermione sniffled, wiping tears from her cheeks as she grinned. "Seriously though, can't you make it go back in?"
"That's not really how it works, Mione. You know us wizards are different."
"So you have to...take it in hand?"
Harry snorted. "Never heard it like that, but yeah. I have to release my magick or bad things happen."
"Do you ever have...accidents?"
"Sometimes. I try to release quite often."
"How often?"
"Once a day at the least. Often more."
"Once a day!" Hermione gasped. "When?"
"Hermione, I'm not really comfortable-"
"Harry, you've got me in this bra and panties that covers nothing. When?"
"At night. In the morning. Sometimes between class, if I'm really horny. You girls and your short skirts, and your open blouses, they really drive me insane, sometimes."
"Even me?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck.
"Harry?" She came forward, tilted his eyes to meet hers. "Do you think of me?"
"A lot." He admitted.
"When? What do I look like?"
"Hermione!"
"You're the one fantasizing, I just want to know what you're fantasizing about. Tell me."
Harry dropped his head, unwilling to verbalize it. But around him, the room started changing, until it resembled the Hogwarts library.
"Why's the room changing?"
"I can't control it," Harry said, faking panic. "It's taking it from my mind."
They stood, watching the vision take place.
There was Hermione, sitting at her favorite desk. Her hair in long, glowing curls, styled and sexy, like models in a photoshoot. She was wearing big, thick spectacles and red ruby lipstick. Her blouse was undone a little, and her legs were propped up on the opposing chair, exposing her black stockings and bare feet, along with her plaid Gryffindor-red and black skirt. Harry walked in confidently. He approached Hermione, dipped her neck back and gave her a long kiss.
"Mmm, what was that for?" Hermione swooned.
"I'm finished all my homework." Harry wiggled his eyebrows.
"Already?" A slow smile spread on her face. "And is it up to scratch?"
"Check for yourself."
She read through his essays while he sat down patiently.
"Well, in that case, a bet is a bet." She slid from her chair, crawling under the table. Biting her lip, she unzipped his trousers.
"Stop, stop, stop." Harry willed away the vision, the Room returning to an echo of Gryffindor's cosy Common Room.
Hermione's face was red and flushed, her mouth open in a silent O.
"Sorry, I didn't want you see that. It's not how I think of you, it's just a fantasy, you know." Harry tried to explain himself away.
Hermione's hand came up to grab at his shoulder as he pulled away. "Is that really how you see me? Do I really look that beautiful to you?"
"Yeah." He said honestly.
She hugged him then, tightly, his member smooshed up against her navel. Harry couldn't help himself. He gave her pert ass a tight squeeze.
"Harry!" She pushed him off. "Don't push it, Mister. I'm flattered but don't think you're getting anywhere. I'm a good girl."
Harry noticed her panties were wet, even more clearly outlining her pussy.
"I know, it's just a fantasy." He smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that lame, I need help getting some relief, line, that Dean or Seamus would say."
"They're so gross." She agreed absently, but she was looking at his cock, oozing precum.
"But, is it okay, if I'm respectful, can I think of you as you stand here before me, when I'm taking myself 'in hand'?"
She dipped her head, suddenly shy, her hair covering her eyes. "Okay."
"Good. You know I love you, right?"
She took a deep breath. "I love you too."
"Whatever happens, that will never change. Now I'm going to bed. It might take me a while."
She giggled. He got dressed quickly, but she didn't move an inch, simply watching him.
"Harry?" She said, as he was about to leave.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for the underwear. You made me feel pretty today." She sniffled.
"You're welcome, sweetheart."