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"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed with alarm as he whipped off the invisibility cloak, dropping the book she'd been reading onto her chest and scrambling to sit up against her bed headboard. She was lying above the covers in some pink cotton pajama shorts and a matching top, looking cute as a button.
"Mione, sorry to scare you, but I didn't want the other girls seeing me come through."
"That's - that's okay."
Harry stripped off unceremoniously until he was in his boxers.
"Don't you have any pa-pajamas?" Hermione stuttered, eyes wide as she saw his almost-naked body, her eyes tracing his muscles.
"No, usually I sleep naked, actually, but obviously I don't want to make you comfortable." Harry clambered into the bed. "Scoot up, sweetheart. Get under the sheets."
Hermione was stiff like a corpse as she lay as far away as he could in the bed.
Harry snorted. "Well, if you're going to be like that, I won't tell you about how I endorsed Amelia Bones in front of the press today, on the Ministry's steps."
Hermione gasped, turning to face him. "Are you serious? Did you really?"
He shrugged. "Come cuddle with me and I'll tell you."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione scowled. Still, she couldn't help herself, rolling over to lay at his side. She squeaked as Harry pulled her in closer, until her head was resting on his shoulder, her long hair tickling his chest. Her hands hovered in uncertainly before they nervously settled on his chest.
"Mmm, this is nice." Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Tell me!" Hermione insisted.
"Well, Amelia announced she'd be running for Minister and when she was done, she called me out and I essentially told the crowd that we were at war with the coward Voldemort, and Amelia was the only one who could make sure their families didn't die." Harry said dryly.
"Harry!"
"Well, it's kind of true. Cartwright would probably be turned within months, even if he isn't a Death Eater, he'd make them impossible to prosecute and lock up."
"Weren't you nervous, giving a speech? Won't - won't Voldemort be furious?"
"Probably, but we can't live our lives fearing retribution from him. He's going to attack anyway. An angry enemy is an easier enemy to defeat."
"Wow." Hermione murmured, suddenly quiet. "But were you nervous?" She pressed.
"Yeah." He lied. "The war's already started, really, but this is the true beginning. This is where we make it clear to Voldemort that he's not going to stroll through magical Britain and sit on the throne. We're going to have a real fight."
"Everything's going to change." Hermione said quietly, clutching onto him.
"Not for us." He pooled her hair in his hand and used it to pull her head back, leaving her vulnerable for his forceful kiss. "I'm yours and you're mine."
"I wish...I wish you wouldn't talk like that." Hermione said, not meeting his eyes. "It scares me. You're so possessive."
"I'm sorry." Harry said, feeling surprised at the hurt that ran through him. He didn't realize he was still capable of it. "But," He took a deep breath. "I guess I just don't want to imagine a life without you. I've just made myself target number one and-"
Hermione shocked him by suddenly propping herself on her elbows and kissing him, taking the initiative. "I'm always going to be your friend. And," She flickered her gaze down. "If I'm honest with myself, I don't hate the idea of being more. But, I need time, okay? I don't want to be just another notch on your bedpost, another girl that you can, can, can just you know put your, fingers in. Now," Her voice went high, sounding a little hysterical. "Can we go to sleep?"
"Of course we can." He pressed a kiss to her lips and positioned her so they were cuddling, his cock against her pert bottom, separated only his boxers and her pyjama shorts.
"Harry!"
"What, we're just cuddling, like you promised. Goodnight, sweetheart."
Harry relaxed, his grip around the pretty girl tight, ensuring she couldn't move. Her attempts to wriggle free only served to make her wriggle closer, so his cock was practically pressed into her buttocks, Harry enjoying her unwitting ministrations. She was stiff, unable to sleep as the minutes past, while Harry kept his eyes closed, keeping his breathing even. Thirty minutes on, he heard her whisper.
"Harry?"
She turned in his embrace so she was facing him, but he didn't reply, keeping his face blank.
"Harry, are you awake?"
His even breaths convinced her he was asleep. She let out a light sigh and he watched through cracked eyes as she slid down the covers, revealing her body and his. She pulled her wand from underneath her pillow and, biting her lip, cast a Sleeping Spell on him. Harry had to bring up his Occlumency walls to quickly break the spells effects, stunned at his precocious girl. What did she have in mind?
"Finally." She murmured to herself, running a hand over his chest. "You're so powerful now." She whispered in awe. Her hand kept exploring until they inevitably traced down to his crotch, squeezing his cock over his shorts. His cock involuntarily flexed in response, making her squeal and look guiltily to his closed eyes.
Harry extended his magic aura, trying to use his magic to see her actions, just like Tom had been taught to do in combat when his senses were impaired. That allowed him to react to her second Sleeping Spell, much stronger this time.
"That should keep him out, whatever happens." Hermione muttered with satisfaction. Harry laughed to himself - who knew his little brainiac was such a devious minx. He had to stop himself from gasping as she pulled down his shorts.
"Oh my god." Hermione whispered. "It's three times as big as the ones in the science textbooks. Is it even hard?"
Her cool hand wrapped around it, her thumb tracing the veins as she slowly caressed it.
"My Harry." Hermione said quietly. "I can't believe it." Under her firm but nervous grasp, his cock grew, extended until it reached its full monstrous size. Harry bit down on his laughter as he heard her whimper.
"I can't help myself, I'm so turned on." She murmured, as if justifying her actions to herself, and Harry cracked his eyes open to see her shimmy her own shorts down. She was wet, and she immediately started strumming her clit, like she'd done it a thousand times before. With her other hand, she gave him a lazy handjob, focusing on his mushroom head, just inches away from her sopping pussy.
"Oooh. I can't believe I'm doing this." Hermione gasped. She slipped a finger inside herself, arching her hips, her grip on his cock speeding up. "But you make me feel so beautiful, so wanted! Oh, Harry!" She squealed as she came, juices splashing all over her hand.
For a moment, silence, and then giggling, a foreign sound for the studious bookworm. That giggling grew into full grown laughter. "I can't believe I did that. I've never had one like that."
Harry arched his hips, pushing his cock between her wet lips, needing a release himself.
"Ooh, down boy." Hermione said mirthfully. "Oh, this is just silly. I can't go to sleep like this, it's like I'm being skewered. I'll have to...finish him."
Yes, yes, yes, Harry thought, stopping himself from grinning.
Her hands came up to wrap around him - one of her hands was wet with her juices, lubing him up. "It's so thick," She said lustfully as she stroked. "Is that...did he cum already?" She murmured to herself as she saw his copious precum leaking out of his cock and onto her hands, lubing him up so her hands started flowing quickly.
"It can't be." Her hand palmed his heavy balls suddenly. "No, it's not. What on Earth? I've never read about so much production." She bit her lip as she stroked, her fingers covered in his cum. "Oh my god, the smell." She breathed heavily. "It's so masculine."
She whimpered, squeezing her thighs together.
"Come on, Harry." She stroked faster and faster, her hands a blur as the shlick-shlick sounds filled the room. "Come for your Hermione. Your dirty naughty Hermione, who put you to sleep so she could have her way - oh!"
Harry groaned out loud as he couldn't resist anymore, the thrill of his naughty bookworm dirtytalking and her soft hands jacking him off. He thrust his hips forth and spurted his cum, coating her stomach and her pussy with his hot creamy ropes.
She squealed in shock but kept stroking as he painted her.
"What - what - what?!" She kept saying as her pussy, her shorts, her legs, her navel, were drowned in his white sticky semen, her hands overflowing with his discharge. "Why won't it stop? Oh my god!"
Finally, it did stop, Harry grunting with satisfaction as he was finally empty, leaving Hermione to look at the mess with dismay. "Oh no, I'll never get this clean." She whimpered. "God, it's so hot. And the smell!"
Harry watched, not even pretending to be asleep as she closed her eyes and slowly moved her coated fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean of his cum, moaning softly.
"Ooh, the magic. You're so powerful, Harry." Hermione licked her lips. "You taste so good."
Harry couldn't help himself. "Thank you." He said dryly.
Hermione gasped, eyes widening with shock. "Harry!" She said, mouth falling open. Tears came unbidden to her eyes as she drew her knees up to her chest. "I'm sorry! I-you're awake!" Suddenly, she burst into huge sobs, burying her head between her knees, using her arms to wrap herself in a cocoon. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She repeatedly brokenly.
"Ssh, baby, don't cry." Harry said gently, pulling her arms away and pulling her into his embrace. "Don't cry."
"I'm sorry!"
"Don't be sorry. It was wonderful. I loved you taking the initiative, that's what a good witch does for her man. You're mine, my love, and what's more natural than a woman taking care of her man?"
She wailed incomprehensibly, trying to escape his grasp, escape the bed. Slowly, he rocked her back and forth until he'd come silent. "Now, come back to bed, lets go to sleep and we'll say no more about it."
"But I'm covered!" She sobbed, gesturing to her lower body.
"Yes, you are, and I'm going to vanish it for you, but the next time I cum I expect you to eat every drop, do you understand? It's good for you, and it'll boost your magic. Do you understand?"
She looked at him with bewildered eyes, but she was so emotionally fraught.
"You're...you're so different now, I don't-" She said, sounding one second away from a breakdown.
"Go to sleep, my love. I love you. I'm going to put a Sleeping Spell on you, sweetheart, so you can get some sleep and be ready for your classes tomorrow."
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"I'm not going anywhere. Goodnight, Mione. Thank you for the lovely handjob. Crypnosa!" Hermione was out like a light, and in her sleep, she smiled lightly, cuddling up to his arm. Harry looked down at her fondly. His Hermione. What a girl. He couldn't wait until she felt able to express herself like that, whenever she wanted.
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Harry watched Hermione wake, watched her smile disappear, saw the moment she spotted him and remembered the previous night.
"Harry?" She said in confusion, still not fully awake.
"Lover." Harry teased.
A sudden gasp, an instant scowl as she comprehended the fact they were in bed together. She blushed, and Harry was amused to see the red blush go from her face, disappear under her top, and then reappear on her midriff where her top had risen up.
"Get out!" She barked, clearly overwhelmed.
She was too easy, Harry thought. "That's not what you were saying last night-"
"Get out, I said!" She grabbed her wand.
"Alright, I'm gone, I'm gone. I'll be back tonight, though."
"No, you bloody well won't-"
Harry pressed forward and stole a kiss from her lips. "Wear some nice panties, will you?" He dodged the curse she shot at him and ducked under his invisibility cloak, chuckling to himself as he left the safety of her four-poster bed.
It was still early, but breakfast should have started by now. He stuffed his cloak into his bag and took the stairs down to the Great Hall, whistling to himself. It was going to be a beautiful day - the sun was streaming through the castle windows, illuminating the dust particles as the stairs moved every which way, revealing a bunch of distressed and lost first years.
"Looking for the Great Hall?" Harry asked a trio of young Ravenclaws - a redhead, a brunette and a blackhaired body, they reminded them of himself, Ron and Hermione.
"Yes! Oh, you're - you're Harry Potter!"
"I think he knows that, Steven." The brunette rolled her eyes. "Yes, please, can you help us?"
"I can. Follow me, everyone." Harry took the steps two at a time, sending a little injection of his magic into the stair bannister. Hogwarts responded with a trill. "Hogwarts is a little mischievous sometimes, but remember, you can always ask her to settle down."
"Hogwarts can talk?" The redhead said in awe.
"Better! Hogwarts can communicate. Just touch the wall, the railings, the floor, concentrate on your magic and what you're feeling, and push it out. Hogwarts will never fail to respond. See, I asked her to elongate the staircase so it goes down to the ground floor, and look, there's the Great Hall there."
"Wow!" They chorused as one. "We were going up and down stairs for twenty minutes." The boy said.
"Well, now you know. Good luck!" Harry vanished into the hall before he could get in conversation - first years were cute until you got a thousand questions, and today, he had an appointment with the Daily Prophet.
He sat down with the Hufflepuffs, opposite an adorably sleepy-looking Hannah. "Harry!" She lit up. For the time being, they were alone.
"Hello, sweetheart." He cast a Muffliato to hide their conversation.
"How was the Ministry? Did you see Susie? Where did you spend last night? I think I felt Mrs. Malfoy in my mind yesterday-"
"Settle down, Han." Harry smiled as he sipped on his pumpkin juice. "The Ministry was good, you should be able to read it for yourself when the Prophet arrives. Susie was there, and I'm still making an admirable mess of it. I spent last night with Mione, but no, she's not one of us yet. And I'm glad you can feel Cissy, that shows our bond is growing."
Hannah's face ran a gamut of emotions as she buttered his toast and put it on his plate. "You can always spend the night with me, Harry, just send your owl. Any time of night. You need someone in your bed who can help you."
He took her hand and kissed it. "Han, I can call you via the bond, I don't need an owl. And I would love to spend every night with you, but we both know why we can't. I have responsibilities."
Hannah looked downtrodden for a moment. "You should take Susie and get engaged so you can spend all night in the Hufflepuff dorms with us without anyone questioning it!"
"I've been trying." Harry laughed. "Have you?"
"Kinda, sorta." Hannah said, pulling her hair in front of her shoulder and stroking it anxiously. "She's been a bit weird, but I apologized for hurting her feelings and being so brazen in front of her, and we patched things up. She asked me how it was and I told her the truth."
"Which is?"
Hannah rolled her eyes at him fondly. "You don't need to fish for compliments from me, Mister. You know it was amazing."
"Mmm, yeah it was." He grinned wolfishly, dropping his eyes to her not insignificant cleavage, at those beautiful big creamy breasts straining to be unleashed from that little blouse. She arched her back for him.
An barrage of owls hooted, interrupted them, and as one, they dropped their contents on each table. Most of it was copies of the Prophet, with a few Quibblers. Harry wasn't surprised to see the headline: BONES ANNOUNCES MINISTER RUN WITH POTTER'S SUPPORT. That was the main article, with an almost-as-loud opinion piece below from one of the Prophet's columns: POTTER DECLARES WAR ON DARK LORD, DECLARES BONES THE ONLY CANDIDATE. Harry munched on his toast as he read, absent-mindedly thanking Hannah as she refilled his juice.
The article was a puff-piece, mainly talking up Amelia's biggest achievements in her career, with more than a healthy portion devoted to his "inspiring, heroic, foot-stomping, wand-grabbing, battle-leading speech".
"How is it?"
Harry looked up to see a slightly nervous looking Susan, holding the hem of her short skirt carefully as she sat down next to Hannah.
"Good morning." He gave her his best smile. "Here, read it for yourself."
Hannah read it over Susan's shoulder. "Was it really that heroic, Susie?" Hannah said skeptically.
"Well, I preferred Auntie's speech, but Harry did get a standing ovation." Susan admitted.
"That was just Amelia warming them up." Harry deflected.
Susan snorted. "They were about ready to go to war for you."
Harry's face turned dark. "It might come to that. How's Ernie?"
She sighed. "Still won't come out of his room. We're working on it."
"Get him to come to the Defence Association meetings. Learning how to get revenge, that will help."
She looked at him sharply. "Revenge? Is it wise to push him in that direction?"
He shrugged. "It's easy to moralize, but it certainly gives me drive, and deep down, I bet it gives you drive too."
She flushed and said nothing.
The awkward moment was broken by the arrival of even more owls, most of them heading towards Harry. Eagles and beautiful owls, their claws dug into the floor as they landed. Harry fed them his bacon absently as they cooed around him - he'd noticed even animals seemed attracted to his magic.
"That's a lot of post." Susan observed as Harry sorted through it.
Harry gave a thin smile as he leafed through it. "The perils of being the last of your House. Businesses, charity work, personal requests, Ministry requests, it never stops."
Another love letter from Apolline, with a teasing photograph attached.
A letter from Narcissa too — she'd sent off her own missives to Helena and was nervously awaiting a reply. Helena would have to be handled carefully - she was another one he couldn't afford to lose out on. Cissy would be devastated, and well, he was already looking forward to sharing both mother and daughter. They'd have to go to Germany - he was spending more time outside of Hogwarts than inside, these days. It was only a matter of time before Dumbledore called him out on it. A photo slipped out from Cissy's envelope, showing her lying on the bed in pastel-pink lingerie and black stockings, shooting fuck-me looks to the camera above her.
Coincidentallly, Cissy was wearing a similar shade of lingerie to Apolline's photo, and Harry was rock hard, instantly. He couldn't imagine those two would get on, at all, but he could hope...soon, he was going to them together and fuck them both so hard they wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
Harry frowned as he spotted an elegant cream envelope with raised lettering addressed to Lord Potter. He slit the embossed seal carefully and read the letter.
Lord Potter,
As a much too small thank you for your actions rescuing us, and your incredible kindness in donating Gringotts wards to protect us, we 'd like to invite you to dine with us tonight at 7pm. Please accept my apologies for the late notice, but we're starting some construction tomorrow on the manor to rebuild it after that night's damages, and should we wait for the construction to finish, our gratitude would be much too delayed.
If you can find the time to join us, please RSVP at your convenience.
Kind regards,
Lord Greengrass
Harry's eyes shot to Daphne on the Slytherin table, who was staring at him, a similar envelope in her hands, her skin even paler than usual, her mouth a little agape. Harry smirked - the fun he would have tonight. Narcissa and Appolline would have to wait, sadly. He quickly scribbled a reply and attached it to their owl.
"What's that all about?"
"Susan!" Hannah protested. "It's his house business. Do I ask you what your letters are about?"
"It's fine. The Greengrasses have asked me to dinner tonight."
"Oh." Susan said.
"Do you think they want to discuss betrothal?" Hannah asked eagerly, giving Harry a wink unseen by Susan.
"What?!" Susan coughed suddenly.
Harry laughed. "Maybe Lord Greengrass will bring it up, since he can't exactly keep the Greengrasses on the side of the Dark after the fight. Voldemort's made his choice for him."
"But, but-" Susan struggled, biting her lip.
"But I'm not going to commit to anything. Daphne's a beautiful girl, but I really want a wife who will fight for me." Harry commented slyly. "My mother was a witch who would fight to protect her family, who sacrificed herself to protect her child. That's the kind of woman I want."
"That's so beautiful, Harry." Hannah sighed, looking at him with adoration.
Harry finished his breakfast quickly - he had a full day ahead of him. He was going to skip class to practice some of Tom's darker curses - he wanted to win his next duel with more than just luck and Fiendfyre.
As he left the Great Hall, he walked straight into Tracey, almost knocking her down before he grabbed her arms to re-balance her.
"Whoops, sorry, Tracey!" He gave her a bright smile, which only widened as he saw her glare.
"Fuck off, Potter. Stay away from Daphne - she doesn't need your bullshit, and she won't fall for your golden Gryffindor act." She snarled.
Harry glanced around to ensure they were alone and leaned a little closer to her. "It's her that won't stay away from me. She's such a horny minx, so desperate for me!" Tracey growled and threw a curse at him, only to blink in surprise as he lightly redirected her wand with a touch of her hand.
He tutted at her. "Naughty girl. You should stay on my good side, you know. Unless you're planning on throwing your lot in with Voldemort?"
"I'd rather slit my own throat than join either of you." Tracey promised.
Harry shook his head. "Your neck is too pretty for that. I'll leave you alone, Trace, but your friend Daphne? I'm afraid she's too sweet a prize." And with that, he was gone, whistling as he strolled off, knowing full well she was incapable of hurting him.
He casually walked through the Hogwarts corridors until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. It opened as he approached, revealing a stern looking Professor McGonagall.
"There you are, Potter. The Headmaster would like a word with you, in his office. Don't keep him waiting."
"Yes, Professor."
Harry rolled his eyes as soon as she watched him until he was out of sight, to ensure he was headed towards the Headmaster's office. Tom's memories had certainly given him a different view of Dumbledore than he'd previously held, the rosy view of his mentor and hero being tarnished with the understanding Tom's memories gave him, the understanding of a flawed and naive man. Tom had understood that Dumbledore was keeping him purposefully ignorant, had understood that Dumbledore believed that Harry would defeat Tom only through sacrificing himself. Unfortunately, Harry had different plans.
He took a deep breath as he reached his office, past the stone gargoyles. "Come in, Harry."
Harry pasted on a smile. "Good morning, Professor." He said, as he looked around the office, now able to identify some of the trinkets and knickknacks that filled the office. The Headmaster, too, had adventured around the world in the search of power and knowledge, and had brought back some powerful items.
"It's good to see you, my boy. You'll forgive me, I hope, for not seeing you at the start of the year. It's been a very busy difficult few months, with Minister Fudge, the Dark Lord's return, the Wizengamot."
Harry nodded his head politely. "You have a lot of responsibilities, Professor, I understand."
"It seems you too are beginning to take on your own responsibilities, my boy. I must say, your friends were disappointed when you didn't join them at Grimmauld Place, and I was disappointed to learn you'd left the safety of your blood wards."
"Professor, I left only when the wards had been rejuvenated. I was able to sense them at full strength. I appreciated the offer of safety at Grimmaud Place, but it was time for me to take up the role of Head of my family and to do that, I needed to restore Potter Manor."
The Headmaster gave him a proud smile. "I only wish James and Lily could see the man you have become, Harry. Forgive an overbearing old man," He sighed. "It's difficult, when the world looks to you, to understand when and where it is appropriate to look right back."
Harry gave him a cautious smile. "I've always appreciated your guidance, Professor."
"Would you allow me to offer some more?"
"I'd welcome it."
Dumbledore peered down over his half-moon spectacles. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, with Amelia Bones, with becoming a public figure?"
"I've always been a public figure, Professor. Now, I'm just starting to control how the public views me. We're at war, Professor, and Amelia Bones will help us win it."
"I had hoped to shelter you from the war."
"Tom," Harry stopped himself from wincing. He shouldn't refer to the man so casually, lest Dumbledore suspect that Harry and Tom shared an even greater connection than the link from their scar. "Voldemort won't spare me. He used my blood to resurrect himself, Professor. It's personal for him."
Dumbledore sighed, looking troubled. "You seem to have changed, my boy."
"Did you think I could watch Cedric die and not change?" Harry returned.
"I was naive, perhaps."
"But well-intentioned." Harry offered.
"I worry you're taking on too much."
"I just want to make sure we win this war, Professor."
"I wish you'd spoken to me." The Headmaster admitted heavily, smiling grimly as Fawkes squawked from his perch.
"I wish you'd spoken to me, Professor. The people out there, they think you train me. Think of me as your protege, that you're preparing me to kill Tom."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply, for a second, his eyes losing their twinkle. "You want special treatment?"
Harry laughed, a little bitter. "My fellow students treat me differently. My professors treat me differently. Tom treats me differently. So yes, given my situation, I'd expect the Headmaster of my school, the leading figure of the light, my parent's mentor, I'd expect him to treat me differently too. Isn't it possible that the standard Hogwarts curriculum isn't going to cut it for me? Maybe that's naive too."
Dumbledore was rendered silent, and for a long moment they sat there, watching through the windows at the rising sun, as the students trotted out into the grounds, on their way to their Herbology classes or their Care of Magical Creatures classes, or perhaps just to the Quidditch grounds if they had a free period. With their buzz, their excited chatter, it felt like a different world outside the window, one more alive than the stilted atmosphere inside the office.
Harry waited for a reply that never came. "Thank you for the chat, Professor." He left the office.
As he closed the door, Dumbledore sat back in his chair, gazing at Fawkes.
"He's grown up so fast."
Fawkes squawked in response.
"He seems so mature, his magic seems light enough, but," He shook his head. "His mannerisms, his looks, the way he speaks. Every little thing reminds me of Tom."
Fawkes trilled sadly.
"I know, old friend. I know."