One step back into the Great Hall and a mass of bushy hair hit him like a cannonball.
"Oof!" Harry retreated into the corridor, realizing he held a sobbing Hermione.
"You do love me!" She cried out.
"Muffliato." Harry muttered. "I'm guessing you got my book." He said wryly. He'd got Dobby to paste all of Colin's creepy photographs of him and Hermione into a scrapbook and leave it on Hermione's bed. It was nice, being able to get a girl to forgive him by doing literally no work. He would have felt guilty, but all he'd been guilty of in the first place was fingering Katie underneath the blanket. And what was a little fingering between friends? Not a chat up line that would have worked on Hermione.
"I knew you loved me." She wailed.
"Of course I love you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're mine. And you always will be, understand? No matter who else I'm with."
She wept into his chest, clutching him tightly. "I've been so lonely." She confessed, her tears drying up. Teenage girls, Harry thought with amusement. It'd only been two days. She'd be so much happier when she was his, officially. He'd have to step up his game.
"You'll never be lonely with me." He brought his hand up her back, capturing the smooth nape of her neck. He pulled her head back, teardrops hanging precariously in her doe eyes, wet tear trails, red puffy eyes, hair strands wisping over her face, her teeth biting her lip.
Hermione had never looked so beautiful. He pulled her forward and caught her lips in a kiss.
She tasted divine. She was his.
She moaned as he pulled her forward possessively, one hand on her bottom. Harry couldn't help himself - he squeezed her bum, feeling its pliancy, his hands sinking into her flesh, even through her skirt. She squealed and pushed him away, glaring at him.
He couldn't help but laugh as he scooped her up again, and her anger dissipated.
"You do take liberties, Harry." Hermione admonished him.
"Our first kiss." Harry reminded her, stroking her hair. "I can't help but take liberties, 'Mione. I'm just a teenage boy, and you're so gorgeous."
"I bet you say that to all the girls." She frowned, but she was smiling.
Harry summoned a crystal pendant to his hand, one of the trinkets he'd bought from his shopping trip with Narcissa. The pendant held a sharp angular crystal gem, tinted with magic to be a periwinkle blue.
"Do I buy beautiful necklaces for all the girls?" Harry asked. In his head, he answered yes.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione gasped as he laced it around her neck, feeling its power as the protection magic on it activated. Harry had spared no expense. He liked spending the Malfoy money. She traced it softly, then abruptly snapped her head up to look at him. "Harry, you know I'm not that sort of girl."
"You're my girl, which means I get to spoil you when I want." Harry said authoritatively.
Hermione dipped her head shyly, still unable to get used to this new Harry, who commanded her, bought her presents, touched her however he liked. She felt so out of sorts.
His breath was hot on her ear, making her shiver. "Imagine the photo books we could make in the future."
Hermione clenched her fists, closing her eyes to escape him. "I wanted to be somebody, Harry." She murmured.
"I could make you somebody, with the Potter family name behind you."
"Could you?" Hermione's gaze pierced him, making him guilty. She saw through him. She always had. "Or would I be your pretty little Muggle toy, used as you like, put away and ignored when I'm not convenient?"
For a second, a long, awful pause.
"Well, if you think of me like that." Harry pushed her away, turning.
"No, wait!" At the end of the day, Harry was the next champion of magical society, the most famous man in the British wizarding world, and Hermione was a lonely, friendless Muggleborn. She couldn't lose her only friend. Her eyes wettened, nose twitching, threatening tears. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean it. I'm just...confused. You're - you're so grown up, and you're...you're a lot. It's a lot. Give me some time, please. I can't lose you." She finished, tellingly.
Harry paused, uncomfortable as he made her sweat. He was a bastard, but he had to have her. "Okay." He said finally. "Okay, sweetheart. But tonight, I'm sleeping in your bed. We're having a sleepover. I've been lonely without you, and I think we could both do with a cuddle. I promise, no funny business, no sex, we're just sleeping. Okay? Would you like that?"
Hermione took a deep, relieved breath, her mind still processing his words. He hadn't left. Wait - a boy in her bed. Harry in her bed. She felt like she had smoke steaming from her ears. She wasn't sure she did like that, but she had to stop him leaving.
Even though the Hogwarts girls couldn't stop talking about how hot he was now, even though the rumor mills hadn't stop circulating about all the sex he was apparently having, even though Hannah Abbott had been walking around with a stupid grin for the last week, he was still Harry. Still her best friend, that little boy on the train with the oversized glasses.
She was sure he'd behave himself. Hermione smiled up at him uncertainly as he gave her bottom a gentle squeeze.
"I'd like that." She told him.
***
"Jiggle them for me."
Hannah giggled as she shook her breasts, loving the way Harry followed their hypnotic motion, holding them up for his gaze, her titflesh spilling from her hands. Her tits shined with his cum and her saliva - she still felt glazed even after spending ten minutes eating his spunk off her face, off her tits, for his amusement. She was wet but she was careful to keep her attention solely on him - she'd already came just from the sheer pleasure of seeing him enjoy the frantic titfuck she'd given him, feeling his hands mauling her tits, their joint hands holding her tits together for his pleasure.
She couldn't get distracted. No matter how sensitive her tits were, how wild just his gaze drove her, this was all about him. She only had a few minutes with him, hiding as they were in the broom cupboard between classes, she couldn't waste it on being selfish.
"Do you like seeing your naughty girl shake her titties for you, Harry?" Hannah bit her lip.
"Master." Harry grunted.
"What?" Hannah blinked.
"Call me Master." Harry repeated as he squeezed her tits, rubbing her fat pink nipples with his thumb and forefinger. He liked it when Apolline did it. It felt right.
"Yes, Master." Hannah giggled. "My big strong Master loves to cover my huge tits with his big load and watch me slurp it up. Does Master want to fuck my tiny wet pussy?"
"Ah, if only." Harry sighed. "But class calls. Listen, I actually brought you in here for a reason?"
Hannah blinked her eyelashes sultrily. "To make me choke on your big thick cock, Master?"
This girl was going to kill him, Harry thought. "No," he laughed, pulling on his clothes. Hannah had never even managed to take hers off, Harry roughly pulling her blouse apart and her bra off. "I need you to fix things with Susan. I need you two back to being best friends."
Hannah licked her lips and flicked her head up, greedily devouring a rope of cum that hung from her chin, squeezing her shoulders together to enhance her tits. "Mmm, but why?" She whined. "She's so annoying and prudish."
He'd created a cum-hungry monster, Harry thought, feeling his cock grow as she lapped at her hand. The worst thing was what it did to him, seeing his cumslut entertain him. He could see a path where he was equally as sex-drunk.
"Because - because she's your best friend, remember? And she's Lady Bones and I need her to be a part of our team." Team was a poor word for sex harem, he thought.
"Why do you need her if you have me?" Hannah frowned as he waved his wand to clean her of his cum, then lit up as he gave her a kiss and a grope of her breast. He couldn't help himself. He had to leave - he had class!
"Because she's Lady Bones and she has votes, and I want you two to be friends again."
Hannah tugged at his lip with her teeth. "I can suck your dick better, and I have a bigger chest." She argued, finding his hands and putting them on her tits.
"Hannah," He gave her a light spank. He was hoping after the first time he'd taken her, and how happy she seemed to ensnare Susan, that he wouldn't have to deal with any jealousy issues. Now he realised she would have agreed to anything in her giddiness. Narcissa hadn't really displayed any jealousy, he realised, though she hadn't been thrilled about sending him off to France. Maybe it was just that he'd spent a lot more time with her, or maybe she was more mature. His bond was a lot solid with her. He could see it, when he looked inside himself, at his magic.
"What?" She said sulkily.
"If it isn't Susan, it would be someone else. Understand? Chang or Patil or Greengrass?"
"I guess." She pressed kisses to his neck, latching onto him, preventing him from leaving. "My big dominant Master just fucks who he wants, and I've got no choice in the matter. I'm helpless-" She seemed trapped in her fantasy as she ground her core on his thigh. He gave her another spank, harder this time, to wake her up.
"So," He pressed a friendship ring into her hand. "Take this ring and give it to her as a friendship token, okay?"
"Okay, Master." Her eyes were lidded, hands reaching into his robes, caressing his skin.
"Now you've gotta get to class, sweetheart. Remember, what you learn, I learn, so make sure you're doing your extracurricular study while everyone else is reading the normal textbooks, okay?"
"Yes, Master."
"And when you talk to Susan, make sure you exaggerate how amazing it is to be with me. We want to drive her crazy."
"I don't need to exaggerate, Master." Hannah seemed almost offended, her sex-drunkenness fading away to a warm, honest smile. "It is amazing."
He pressed a kiss to her lips, smiling as he felt her try and keep him there with a bite to his lips. "Good girl."
And then he was gone, leaving Hannah in a pool of arousal and love, her every nerve sending her pleasure signals. She shivered.
***
Harry dressed alone in the boys dorm, grumbling internally. He'd gotten used to being dressed, by Narcissa's wandering hands, or Hannah's soft breasts pressed into his back while she did his tie. How long did he have to keep up appearances? If he had to stay in the Gryffindor dorms, he needed a Gryffindor girl and quickly. He was becoming used to the life of luxury. Ron barely noticed him anyway, although the mass of compulsion and notice-me-not charms he was using so he barely had to interact with the boy was beginning to border on obscene. Harry couldn't help it. Ron was just...a boy. Nothing wrong with him, nothing unlikeable, a solid friend when he'd needed one, but it felt like interacting with a child. Perhaps when he was older, they could rekindle their friendship.
When Hermione was his, he'd just live in her bed. Maybe he could convert her entire dorm as his personal wing, full of his whores. Who did she share a dorm with again? Lavender and Parvati? He could work with that.
He was getting dressed in his finest robes, courtesy of Narcissa, for a conference at the Ministry. Amelia was set to announce her election campaign, and Harry was going to endorse her on the very first day, for the maximum news coverage. Amelia wasn't unpopular, but she had a reputation (not undeserved) for being an ice cold bitch. He would, he thought, have to work hard to...ameliorate it. He winced at his own joke, then wondered if he was going fucking insane.
Professor McGonagall had given him permission to leave the castle, expecting him to use the Floo in one of the Professor's offices, since they had the only enabled Floo's. Instead, Harry would use the one in the Chamber of Secrets, which Tom had dusted off and re-activated, all those years ago. It wouldn't do to have the Professors, or worse, Dumbledore, aware of his comings and goings. Not when Cissa was so needy and eager for him to return each night.
An eagle cooed at him from the window as he did his tie. Harry blinked in surprise. Its feathers were plumed silver, and the bird cawed with pride, its plumage rich. That was a Veela's bird if he'd ever seen one.
He plucked the envelope from its talons and split the seal. Even before reading it, he had a smile on his face. That subtle, sweet, scent. It was Apolline.
M on cheri,
I love you, I love you, I love you. I 've written a dozen love letters to you, and thrown them all away, so unable am I to frame my deep adoration, my admiration and love for you.
Harry took a moment to wipe the grin off his face, in case any of the boys came up the stairs. It wasn't a bad feeling, having an insanely hot MILF compose Austen-style love letters to you.
I write to tell you that my daughter, Fleur, and her friend Marie, who you met at the party, have made plans to party in Paris in two Saturdays, at 10pm. They will go to La Bonne Nuit, a Muggle club on Rue Boyer. Should you have intentions, perhaps you should be there beforehand?
I long to see you. Please, don 't hesitate to Floo or Apparate it in anytime. I ache for your embrace, and long to show you how much I love you. Should Saturday night not prove enjoyable, you could spend the night with me before returning to England?
Yours and only yours,
Your Apolline
Fleur was going clubbing, with that hot best friend of hers? A plan formed, along with a smile. That was interesting. No time to dwell, though, he had work to do. His endorsement of Amelia Bones would announce him on the political and society scene in headline-grabbing fashion; he couldn't afford to fuck it up.
Flooing from the dismal confines of the Chamber, he arrived in the Ministry lobby to a loud hubbub of activity. Ministry aides and advisors streamed back and forth, in front of a stern array of Ministers looking out over the lobby steps, where Harry could see a crowd of journalists and photographers vying for a better position. At the stop of the steps, a single lectern, where Amelia would stand.
He spotted her red hair amongst two others - Susan, looking curvaceous in an understated black dress that couldn't help but highlight her incredible curves, and a nervous looking Arthur Weasley.
Harry stepped forward, the crowd parting for him.
"Is that Potter?"
"No way - you don't think he's-?"
"We'd have heard something-"
He heard Arthur speak. "You don't think Dumbledore should maybe-?"
"This is my campaign, Arthur. Not Dumbledore's. Besides, he's not as popular as he once is, no matter how much you admire him. I have something better." Amelia replied.
"Is that my cue?" Harry stepped in, a small smile on his face.
"Harry! Right on time." They exchanged cheek kisses, and he did it again with Susan, who bestowed him with a small, tight smile. He really hoped he hadn't fucked things up with her. At least she was wearing her necklace.
"How are you feeling?"
Amelia let out a heavy exhale. "Fine, other than a little bit tired of people asking me how I feel."
Harry snorted. "Well, let's get this show on the road, then. Sticking to the plan?"
Amelia nodded, looking a bit sick, despite her confident words. "I'll announce, five minute speech, short and sweet. You endorse and keep it short."
"A bombshell is always quick." Harry nodded in approval.
Amelia took a heavy breath, pulled down the hem of her jacket, and stalked out to a cheer from the waiting crowd. Susan stepped away from him too, not even bothering to look at him.
"My fellow wizards and witches, thank you for your time this afternoon-" Harry tuned Amelia's speech out, instead turning to survey the crowd inside the Ministry. Her associates and enemies, but people seemed excited. With his endorsement, she shouldn't have any trouble.
Harry winced as he accidentally caught Cartwright's eye, the man standing in the middle of his entourage, looking frantic. Harry ducked his head and dipped through the crowd, accidentally tumbling into someone. His heel clipped something and he went head over heels.
"Ow," He landed on something soft.
"I think that's my line." Came a familiar voice.
"Tonks?" Harry clambered up, quickly moving his hands from the curvy place they'd accidentally rested. "Sorry!"
"Wotcher, Harry. Enjoy your feel?" She asked, lips pursing with amusement, hair cycling from red to pink and back again. Harry noticed it suddenly elongate, down to her waist, becoming sheeker, shinier, wavier.
The old Harry would have been embarrassed, red, apologizing until he was out of breath. The new Harry said. "Immensely, thank you. Did you want to return the favor?"
Tonks snorted, pushing him hard and then looking momentarily surprised when he didn't move an inch. "Little Harry's growing up, huh? How are you keeping? Heard you got mixed up in the Greengrass attack."
He shrugged. "Not too bad. Trying to make a difference, same as you, I bet?"
Tonks smirked. "You're probably making a bigger difference than I am, if you're here for the reason I think you are. Got your speech ready?"
Harry smiled, not looking at her, seeing the crowd react with cheers as Amelia officially announced her election campaign. She was doing just fine. "Thought I'd make it up as I go along."
"Right." Tonks blew out a breath, clearly disbelieving. "Got to speaking with the Weasleys and Sirius this summer, they described you as a lot more shy than the boy I'm seeing."
"Well, you know Tonks, sometimes things change in the body when a boy becomes a man…"
Tonks giggled, a cute sound. She gave herself a fringe, suddenly looking at him through her hair, and Harry realized with a start that she'd grown suddenly, now a good foot taller than him. The powers of a Metamorphmagus.
"You'll always be little Harry to me." She boomed down from above, attracting attention. Harry knew now why she always tried to hide herself. When he'd first seen her, she was mousy, a short spiky pink bob on a short woman. Now, Harry knew she was putting on a show for him - her proportions were straight out of a comic book, stretching her long white tee until it bared all of her midriff.
Harry smirked up at her, unbothered. "I can change my body too, y'know. Go from seven inches to twelve."
"Fuck off." Tonks shrunk down in shock. "That's bullshit."
He laughed. "No clue, I've never measured it. You felt it, didn't you? When I fell on you?"
Tonks blushed and pulled back. "Yeah, I felt a little something. So what? I woulda been surprised if you weren't bigger than the average."
"It's more than just bigger than average." Harry planted the seed. He checked his surroundings, ensuring everyone was still more interested in Amelia's speech than him. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Ahead of him, a head of red hair turned, and Harry paled as he realized it was Susan; she shot him a disgusted look before turning around. Fuck, he was really making a mess of his number one target.
Tonks snorted. "Nice try, buddy. I'm too old to be messing about with students, no matter how big your wand is."
Harry shrugged, a little disappointed that he was striking out so much.. "Best give that some thought, if I were you. Guys like me don't come out of Hogwarts single and unmarried, you know how it is."
Tonks frowned. "The whole arrogant act doesn't suit you, I know that much."
He took the jab with a smile, even as he recognized it hit the mark. Who was he, inside? Did Harry still exist, behind the memories of Tom, the horniness, the too-much-magick, the fear of getting killed, of not getting revenge for his parents?. "You're probably right. Sorry, but it's not easy to be yourself when you have to talk to super hot Aurors before giving a speech that will change the face of the nation. When you have to do impossible things, you need to become an impossible person."
"You're not what I expected." Tonks admitted.
"I've been growing up. Apparently, not enough." Harry laughed, but it was bitter.
Amelia's voice boomed from in front of them, the atmosphere gaining a spark. "-and, in these dark times, that is why I'm thrilled, to have the support of my close friend and ally. Please welcome Lord Potter!"
A gasp ran around the crowd before they erupted with cheers. His stock was at his highest, after the Prophet report on his rescue of the Greengrassses.
"Guess that's my cue. Wish me luck?" He winked at Tonks.
"Good luck." Tonks stammered out.
Harry stalked out, the crowd of Ministry employees parting automatically for him. Cartwright was left gaping like a goldfish, realizing he'd been outmaneuvered. Harry embraced Amelia as if he'd done so a million times, almost blinded by the flashing cameras.
"Good speech." He muttered in her ear. "Time for me to kiss ass."
"So much ass-kissing you leave marks, please." Amelia said, wearing her politician's smile. Harry had to hide his snort - behind her image, there was quite a funny woman.
He stepped up to the microphone to a roar of cheers and another flash of photographs.
"Thank you, Amelia. You know, when Amelia asked me to speak today, I was a little nervous. I've never done any public speaking, and despite what the papers might have you believe, I don't usually seek attention or fame." The crowd tittered with amusement.
Harry couldn't have been less nervous. Harry may not have done much public speaking, but Tom was the time to drop a monologue when someone asked him what the time was.
"But, in truth, Amelia shared those same nerves, though you might have not seen them in her great speech. She too is not a person for talking, but a woman of action. How do I know? I fought by her side just weeks ago, in defence of the great British family, the Greengrasses. Peter and Idella, two prominent citizens of this great institution of Britain, a family of the Sacred Twenty Eight, and their two young daughters. They were attacked by the vicious madman, the coward Voldemort and his lackeys."
The crowd took a deep breath as one, as Harry insulted Voldemort so casually.
"Together, Amelia and I, along with her great team of Aurors, fought back against the Death Eaters and Voldemort, beating them back. Amelia and I both fought Voldemort into a humiliating retreat!" Harry paused for the huge cheers, clasping Amelia's in her arm and raising it high. She smiled nervously.
"So, when you go to the voting booths in a few weeks time, you need to think about your own family. Make no mistake, Voldemort is dangerous. We sadly lost the Macmillans this week, and my heart tore to read of their tragedy. We will lose more. Ladies and gentlemen, we are at war. The papers won't say it. Fortescue's ice cream parlor is still open. You can still walk Diagon Alley and get your books, your broomsticks, you can still eat at Tom's pub. But the war is on regardless." The crowd was silent, fear settling in.
"We need a strong Minister, a Minister unafraid to get her hands dirty, to lead from the front, to defeat Voldemort once and for all." Harry paused for effect. "And that Minister? Amelia Bones. The papers are right. She is cold. She isn't your friend. She's a soldier. But if you want the Death Eaters dead, if you want Voldemort vanquished? Take it from me. I should know. I want Voldemort dead more than anyone else, I want revenge for my parents. And the best way to do it to vote Amelia Bones in two weeks." Harry took a deep breath, ready to finish this.
"People of Britain, are you with me? I'm voting Amelia - will you join me?! Do you want your Aurors trained, allowed to use the Unforgivables, doubled in numbers? Vote Amelia." His voice got louder, Harry touching into the latent magic that made Tom's voice so enthralling, so silky. "Do you want your children safe, your homes untouchable? Vote Amelia! Do you want Voldemort dead? Vote Amelia!" Harry roared. "Will you vote? Tell me!" The crowd roared back at him, and again he held Amelia's hand high as the crowd chanted, swept up in the emotion and the warmth of his magic. "Amelia! Amelia! Amelia!"
Harry muttered, "Thank you," into the microphone, took a deep bow with Amelia and then quickly made his escape back into the safety of the Ministry. The Ministry workers parted for him, applauding loudly as Amelia and him shook hands and smiled.
"Amazing, you've got my vote-"
"You're exactly what we need after Fudge-"
"Harry, can I get a photo?"
"Harry, aren't you afraid that the Dark Lord will-"
They kept bustling through. Harry winked at Tonks as he passed her. "See what I mean? I can't be myself and do that." He murmured as he passed.
"Great speech, Auntie! You were amazing!" Susan hugged Amelia as they reached her, cheeks red with excitement.
"What am I, chopped liver?" Harry joked.
"You were great, too, Harry." Susan gave him a tight smile. "Thank you for doing that for Auntie."
Amelia was more effervescent. "I wasn't expecting that, Harry. I would have appreciated a heads up, but I can't argue with the results. I can't wait to see the polls."
"Cartwright's dead in the water." Harry assured her. "Unless you get caught with a hooker, or something."
"Not a concern, believe me." Amelia said flatly, but she was smiling.
"How's your end of the deal holding up?"
"Sirius Black will be declared innocent in five days time." At Harry's hard look, she held a hand up to stymie him. "I know, I know, but I didn't want it to overshadow my election announcement. Don't worry, I'll deliver on my promise. But we need to talk again, soon."
"Why?"
"Susan and I watched your memories of the Dark Lord."
Harry took a breath. He'd anticipated Susan warming up to him once she saw his heroics, but if anything she seemed even colder.
"And?"
Amelia laughed. "And? The man says. I've never seen anything like it. What you were forced to do, at your age, how you survived...Susan was in tears for hours."
"Was she?" Harry said delicately. Susan just stared at the ground. Decades of Tom's memories were of no help in deciphering the female mind, Harry thought.
"I don't know what Dumbledore is playing at in the castle of his, but I half-thought of sending Susan to Beuxbatons next year."
They all knew that wasn't going to happen. It wouldn't be a good look for Amelia, to represent Britain and send her daughter to a French school.
"He's been playing games for sure, but I think we both need to pick our battles." Harry suggested. "He's many things, but he's not our enemy."
"Let's talk anyway. Hogwarts is a lot less safe than I thought it was." Amelia admitted. "And while of course I want to keep Susan safe, we also need to make sure you're safe, especially after that speech just now. How do you feel about an Auror detail?"
Harry looked out over the Ministry lobby, searching for that distinctive pink hair. Tonks' hair was spiking up, pure punk rock, as she laughed uproariously at something her colleague said.
He turned to Amelia and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, ignoring Susan's steel gaze. "Only if I can choose who it is."