Exploring Desires (Completed)

The room where the Order of the Phoenix met regularly at Grimmauld Place was dark, only candlelight illuminating the faces of those present. Within this

eerie darkness, Sirius Black stepped forward, his eyes shadowed in the dim light.

"I am gray. We stand between the darkness and the light... Between the candle, and the star..." He intoned solemnly. "We are gray. We stand between incompetents

and the competent. Between super sexy and dead sexy... No wait, that's just me."

"Padfoot," Lupin sighed. Sirius shrugged and grinned.

"Well I can't decide which one I like being called better: Super Sexy, or Dead Sexy. Maybe it depends on what I'm wearing at the time. I've got this lovely

little number-"

"Blimey, who knew Harry's godfather was a poofter?" George Weasley commented.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Fred added.

"Poofters can be pranking gods too."

"Just look at Hermes! Screwed anything alive."

"Or Zeus!"

"Or Mercury!"

"Same as Hermes, brother o' mine."

"Really?"

"If you're quite done," McGonnagal said flatly, casting a severe expression at her students. The twins looked appropriately contrite. Sirius was about

to retort but McGonnagal's glare shut him up too.

"Yes Professor."

"McGonnagal."

"Or are we old enough to call you Minerva now?"

"Perhaps a bit too informal-"

"We're getting off track again," Pomphrey said calmly. "And why is it so bloody dark in here?"

"Atmosphere," Sirius said seriously. At the nurse's look he sighed. "Fine." He flicked his wand and the lights came back, revealing a fair number of members

of the Order. "What the...? How'd you all get in here?"

"You left the parlor door open," Moody grunted. "Very bad security, that. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

"Er, I just snuck in to... Read a few books?" Hestia Jones said with a nervous smile. Emmeline Vance shrugged and smiled cheerfully.

"I was raiding the larder. You have quite a nice selection of wines you know."

"Since when did this become a student dormitory?" Sirius demanded. "It's my house, not your bloody mum's! What's next: Tonks hawking my good china to pay

for a Playstation? Shacklebolt stealing my stuffed manticore for a coat rack?"

"What's a Playstation?" Emmeline asked Hestia.

"He has a stuffed manticore?" Hestia asked Emmeline.

"Quit yer whinin' already," Moody grunted. "You opened the house to guests, yer askin' for trouble from the start. Sides, we got more important things

to worry about." He leaned forward on his walking stick. "With Malfoy dead, his widow in control o' his finances, and Fudge and every other stinkin' Death

Eater out on his ear in the Ministry, we've got the advantage for the first time in..."

"Ever?" Pomphrey suggested dryly. Moody shrugged but conceded the point.

"Right. We need to keep the pressure on. I think gettin' Malfoy's widow on our side should be our next step."

"Oh? And how do you suggest we do that? Have Sirius go over and reconcile, cousin to cousin?" Emmeline asked dryly.

"I think the last time we spoke civilly was after I'd tugged on her pigtails," Sirius mused. At everyone's looks he got defensive. "We were nine!"

"As amusin' as it would be to see the mutt turn our situation tits up," Moody cut in, ignoring Sirius's scowl, "we need to play this right. Potter's been

invited to the will reading has he not?"

"Yes," McGonnagal said with narrowed eyes. "I think we can manage it. The Goblins will be the neutral party in the meeting, and they don't allow their

customers to kill eachother."

"Do keep in mind who her son is," Fred said.

"Draco Malfoy," George added.

"He's a daft git-"

"-and a moron-"

"-and might get himself killed-"

"-if he tries something-"

"-which he probably will."

The twins smiled.

"So we're all for Harry going to this meeting," they said together.

"What does Dumbledore think about this?" Hestia asked.

"... I haven't actually told him about it," McGonnagal admitted. "Given the Fudge situation I feel it would be better if we kept this from him. Take care

of it so he can focus on the big picture."

"Keep him from screwing it up?" Sirius asked.

McGonnagal shrugged. "If you'd prefer to see it that way, then by all means don't let me change your mind."

"I shall," Sirius said. He frowned thoughtfully. "Invited to the will reading... Do you have the letter?"

"Potter has the original, I have a copy though," McGonnagal replied, handing Sirius the letter. Sirius read through it. His brows rose slightly. Lupin

moved next to his best friend and looked at his face intently.

"Sirius?"

Hmmm... Smells like her perfume, has the same style, same word usage... He grinned and looked at Remus.

"The fox is in the lion house."

"With or without the meatgrinder?" Lupin asked.

"Potatoes," Sirius returned with utter Siriusness.

Remus whistled. "Same fox?"

"Probably kits along too."

"Whole flock?"

"Southern eggs," Sirius confirmed. Lupin shook his head with a smile.

"The whole damn zoo's been shut down."

"... I'm sorry, what?" Hestia demanded.

"Marauder code. I think you can get the gist," McGonnagal said with a faintly amused look on her face.

Sirius smiled. "I think it's a good idea," he said. "After all, my dear cousin could use the warmth and compassion of my godson to help her get past her

husband's untimely death."

"Yes, I'm sure she could," McGonnagal said dryly. Pomphrey chuckled. Sirius's smile turned into a grin.

I think this will definitely count as... What did Tonks call it? Ah. 'The Next Level.'

"Excuse me, did I miss something here?" Emmeline asked. "What's got you grinning?"

"Considering how irresistible Harry's been to attractive older women..." Remus said, but trailed off at the red developing on Emmeline and Hestia's cheeks.

He smiled and shrugged at McGonnagal who looked at him with a twitching lip beneath her narrowed eyes.

Moody sighed as the Weasley Twins began to celebrate, and shook his head.

"Well, if gettin' into bed with the enemy will resolve this, I can't say I blame the lad," he chuckled.

"Excellent," Sirius said with a downright evil smile, holding his hands together in a manner reminiscent of a certain animated billionaire.

"So, now what do we do?" Hestia asked. Sirius shrugged.

"How about watching Snape for a while?"

"What have you done to him now?" Hestia sighed, though she sounded curious despite herself. Sirius grinned.

"Well, I did just a little research into his viewing habits while at home, so as a result..."

"M-Mustn't run away, mustn't run away, mustn't run away," Snape muttered over and over, rocking back and forth in a fetal position as the stuffed Hippogriff

just continued to stare with it's adorable googly eyes.

Narcissa Black rummaged through her vast wardrobe, trying to locate That Dress. That Dress was always capitalized, for it deserved it. She'd worn it only

once before at a Christmas Party some years ago held by Minister Fudge, and it was safe to say that the reactions it garnered had sent all of the attendees

into fits of envy, lust, or both.

Lucius had been very put out though, primarily due to the fact that she had been prettier than him at the ball. She snorted in laughter-Well, now he would

remain pristine in the graveyard. The burial preparations had seen to that.

Where, where...? Oh yes... Here you are, she thought, taking hold of the dress and removing it from the rack. It was enclosed in a magical bag, and she

unzipped it with reverence.

Yes... Just how I left you, she thought. She held the dress to her bosom and stroked it.

"You're going to help Mommy get laid, aren't you my dear? Yes you are, yes you are," she cooed to the dress.

"You know, I'm all for sex but it's disturbing to see you do that," her wardrobe mirror commented. One of them-There were three arranged in an alcove so

that she could see herself from every angle. It also had the side effect of three voices of criticism.

"It's That Dress, she'll always be like that," the right mirror commented. The left mirror huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's been a few years, what makes you think it will still fit?" She asked snidely. Narcissa finished dressing and walked up to the mirrors, and turned

around. All three of her reflections were staring at her and at each other.

"... Do I really look like that?" The center mirror asked.

"Yes we do," the right mirror whispered. Center licked her lips.

"Merlin we are hot," Center said. "Could you press your boobs against the glass, just for a second?"

"She'd ruin the dress," Left commented.

"So?"

Narcissa chuckled, and slowly leaned over with a warm look in her eyes as she lightly ran her breasts over the surface of the mirror. Center reflection

seemed to faint away, leaving the other two reflections to watch her fall to her knees.

"I'm having imaginary orgasms," she moaned.

"You're such a slut," Left said flatly.

"A slut who's going to get laid!" Right cheered.

Narcissa looked through her collection of perfumes. She arched an elegant eyebrow at a scent she hadn't worn in years, and took it down from the shelf.

She smiled.

"Ah, good old number Nine and three quarters," she said. "'Guaranteed to overpower the will of the most clueless male.'"

"Kind of perverse, naming it for a train stop for a school," Left commented.

"That's half the fun," Right said cheekily.

"Slut," Left snorted.

"Bitch," Right returned.

"If you can figure out how to make out with each other, I'll bring him in here," Narcissa purred. All three Narcissas looked at each other, before running

at their mirrors. As one, all three slammed into them and fell back. Narcissa shook her head and chuckled.

"Works every time..."

Minerva and Poppy walked up to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office entrance together. Minerva glanced over at her friend and raised her eyebrows.

"You don't have to come with me, Poppy," she said. "If this goes badly, there's no need for you to suffer the consequences too."

"No matter what happens Minerva, I'll stand by your side. We're in this together," Poppy replied, brows knit in a serious expression.

The two women locked their gazes together, determined and ready to weather any storm.

"It means so much to me that you're here, Poppy," Minerva said. Poppy nodded, her lips twitching.

"Where else could I... Could I...?" She snickered and at that point, Minerva lost it as well. Both women began to laugh.

"Hahahaha! Oh... Oh Merlin, your face," Minerva snickered.

"We-We really need to work on that," Poppy giggled. "Honestly, that scowl of yours! How can anyone look at that and not laugh?"

"Most haven't known me long enough to tell between an exaggeration and the real thing," Minerva pointed out between laughs.

The two friends laughed for a bit longer, before regaining their composure like the consummate professionals they were. Minerva cleared her throat and

shook her head.

"Well, now that we've got that out of our systems... It's time," she said. Poppy nodded, and they both turned to the gargoyle.

"Sherbert Lemon," Minerva commanded, and the Gargoyle sprang to the side. Both women approached the office doors, behind which could be heard a faint roar.

The witches stopped, and looked at each other.

"What is all that?" Poppy asked. Minerva drew her wand, as did Poppy. The Transfiguration teacher cracked the door open a bit, and peered inside. Her comrade

copied the maneuver.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore, you really must look at these figures-!"

"The whole clerks division for the second floor was taking bribes-"

"What are we going to do about the Daily Prophet fall out? Nobody will trust us again!"

"WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?"

There was a crowd of people in front of the Headmaster's desk, all talking and shouting at the same time. At said desk, Dumbledore was calmly addressing

problems... But judging by how many lemon drops he was consuming and Fawkes' agitation, this had been going on for a while. Minerva and Poppy looked at

each other. Communicating silently, in the manner of all old time friends, they opened the doors and entered the office. Minerva held her wand over her

head and fired off a spell that sounded like a cannon going off.

Every eye was soon on them. Minerva cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, but what is going on?" She asked flatly.

"Didn't you hear? Fudge has been indicted for trying to kill Harry Potter!" One of the petitioners said.

"Death Eaters are everywhere in the Ministry!" Cried another.

"THE CHILDREN! THOSE POOR CHILDREN!" Wailed a matron. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Now, everyone-I believe the standard protocols for a new election are written down in the Department Archives," Dumbledore said. "As for those other issues-"

"The Headmaster will be happy to address them at a later time, but at the moment he has much more pressing matters to attend to," Poppy quickly interjected.

"What kind of matters?" Demanded one of the petitioners. Minerva fixed him with a dark look, and he cowered back.

"Very important ones," Minerva said. "Besides... At this time, Dumbledore has no real power, remember? He is no longer Chief Warlock, or the Mugwump. So

why petition him?"

"Unless he has those positions back," Poppy asked in an innocent tone. A number of the petitioners stared like deer confronted by headlights, before in

a massed mob they headed for the floo fireplace or the doors.

"Terribly sorry, need to see to some things-"

"Paperwork to fill out, that sort of thing-"

"CHILDREN!" Cried the matron again as she jumped into the Floo. In a matter of minutes, the office was clear and Dumbledore had a look of profound relief

on his face.

"Thank you Minerva, Poppy," he sighed. "I didn't expect them all to just come through Cornelius's floo... All at once."

"The fall out from this is pretty big, but it'll probably be largely in our favor," Minerva said. Dumbledore nodded.

"It is regrettable that Cornelius became so corrupt... And regrettable I did not pay more attention." He sighed and rubbed his temples, looking extremely

tired. "I fear I did not see this coming though. How is Harry?"

"He's perfectly fine," Poppy said. "He's recovered from the Dementor attack, as have Tonks and Fleur."

"And Snape?"

"He should be ready to resume his duties today," Poppy concluded. Dumbledore nodded.

"Good. We will require all the help we can get. There's a massive organizational shift going on in the Ministry and at the moment, we are vulnerable. Voldemort

might decide to take advantage of the situation-"

"About that," Minerva said. "Given that Narcissa Black invited Potter to the will reading, I think it's a great opportunity to get her on our side."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm... Yes, you're right. She did help break open this entire matter."

"She may only have her own... Er... Ambitions in mind, but I think it's unlikely they involve harming Potter. Therefore, she's a potential ally," Minerva

said. Dumbledore frowned.

"I am reluctant to involve Harry in anything that dangerous... It's still too soon."

"Albus," Minerva said patiently, but her voice was hard as steel, "your plan, I think, will need to be heavily revised."

"But it was a good plan," Dumbledore said.

"Albus, it involved you dying," Poppy said flatly. Dumbledore stared at her in disbelief.

"How did you-?"

"Please Albus, I've known you a long time," Poppy said with a perfectly straight face, though it did not escape Minerva's notice she was avoiding Dumbledore's

eyes.

"Clearly better than I thought," Dumbledore said. He sighed, leaning back in his chair looking troubled. Minerva and Poppy walked around his desk to either

side of him. Minerva held his hand, while Poppy patted his shoulder.

"Besides, you were always a fan of the classics. The mentor has to die for the hero to take his place, right?" Poppy asked. Dumbledore looked to the side.

Minerva scowled at him.

"Albus," she said warningly.

"... Maybe a little," he admitted.

"What else was in this plan?" Minerva asked flatly. Dumbledore sighed.

"Well, since it seems to be largely ineffective now... I had calculated that the Ministry would fall to Voldemort and Harry and his friends would have

to go underground in order to find Voldemort's means of immortality and destroy them. There aren't many forms of immortality available that do not require

physical grounding, after all."

"Horcruxes," Poppy guessed. Dumbledore nodded grimly.

"Yes... I believe that would be the most likely means."

"So, you would die, and rely on Harry to find You-Know-Who's means of immortality and destroy them," Minerva said. She shook her head. "That's... Quite

the way to end his childhood, Albus."

"It wasn't my first choice," he admitted. "But it would have to be done."

"Right... And uh, what happens to the rest of us?" Minerva asked patiently.

"That, I hadn't figured out," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Probably a lot of you would die."

"Oh. Good," Minerva said dryly. "Well! If it's all right with you, Albus, I've put together my own little plan. It's very modest and short term, I assure

you. You might be able to use it as the basis for a new plan."

"A new plan?" Dumbledore asked, brow creased in thought. He nodded and smiled.

"Of course! I need a new plan. It's the most obvious solution, after all."

"I'm glad you're being so flexible, Albus," Minerva said.

"It's more attractive than you in those earmuffs of yours," Poppy added. Dumbledore chuckled.

"Now Poppy, please, you will make me blush."

"My plan is rather simple," Minerva said. "We will have Harry befriend Narcissa Black and convince her to either become an ally, or at least stay neutral."

Dumbledore nodded. "Right..."

"She will neutralize Draco-He's been stirring up the Slytherin students to favor You-Know-Who. We have an opportunity to stop that and prevent them from

becoming his minions," Minerva continued. Dumbledore nodded.

"All right..."

"And then, we will use her to get the word out about You-Know-Who-All right, Voldemort's return," Minerva said at Dumbledore's look. "Through the Daily

Prophet."

"Hmmm..." Dumbledore thought aloud. He was quiet for a long time. Minerva raised her hand and waved it, which made Dumbledore stare at her. She coughed,

and rolled her wrist around.

"Delicate wrists," she said. Dumbledore nodded.

"Of course... I hate to ask this Minerva, but could you-?"

"Accompany Harry to the will reading and keep him out of trouble?" Minerva asked with a smile. "But of course! Don't worry about a thing, Albus. We will

succeed."

"I have no doubt you will," Albus said with a smile. "I shall need all the time I can find to create a new plan. However, I would love your input on it."

"Oh, not at all, I'd be delighted," Minerva said modestly. "I have to get going Albus. We will see you later."

"Good bye, and good luck," Dumbledore said. Both witches nodded to him, and headed out of the office. Once the doors shut behind them, and the gargoyle

resumed it's place, Minerva shot Poppy a sidelong look.

"You brought the medical bat?"

Poppy pulled the blunt implement out from her magically enlarged pocket and shrugged with a smile. "Just call it insurance, Minnie."

"You were going to hit him over the head?"

"Only if things didn't work out," Poppy said. She shrugged. "It's called having a Plan B, Minnie."

Minerva stared at her, before shaking her head. "You don't have any shame, do you?"

"Tell me you don't love it," Poppy said with a smirk.

"Harry? Harry... Harryyyy..."

"Mmph," Harry mumbled in his sleep. He tightened his arm around Hermione's waist and buried his face in her hair. He heard her sigh softly and smiled.

"Harry...!"

Wait... that's not Hermione's voice, he thought. He clumsily groped for his glasses on the bedside table, and pulled them on. His eyes opened slowly as

a familiar woman's face was now above him.

"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks said cheerfully.

"Oh... Hi Tonks... How did you get in?" Harry asked sleepily. Tonks grinned.

"I slept here, remember?" She shrugged. "So! Ready to go see that aunt of mine?"

"Five more minutes," Hermione mumbled sleepily as she nuzzled Harry's neck. Tonks smirked, and smacked Hermione's bottom. The curly-haired witch "eeped",

and jumped up. She hissed in pain and glared at Tonks with a look of pure death.

"Don't DO that!"

"Why not?" Tonks asked with a saucy smile. "Fleur said you like it very much?"

Hermione's entire face turned bright red. She got even redder when Tonks held up a paddle. "That sneaky bitch... she said she wouldn't say anything about

that! Where is she anyway?"

"Oh, she went to work an hour ago..." she said cheerfully. "Anyway! I have to escort Harry to the will reading."

"The will reading?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.

"Right. The will reading of Lucius Malfoy. He's dead," Harry said.

"Well, I assumed as much. You don't read the will of a living man," Hermione said. She stretched. "Give us a half-hour, we'll be ready then."

"Huh? You're going?" Harry asked. Hermione huffed.

"Of course I'm going! You'd be lost without me, remember?"

Harry chuckled. "Can't argue with that..." He looked at Tonks. "Who else is invited?"

"The Weasley Family, for one," Tonks said. Harry blinked.

"Isn't that kind of weird?"

"No weirder than you being invited," Hermione pointed out as she wrapped herself in a towel. "Come on Harry, shower. We've only got thirty minutes."

"Yes dear," Tonks said in Harry's voice. Hermione's face flushed again, as did Harry's. Tonks gave the latter a contemplative look as the former rushed

out, holding up a Muggle Repelling Sticky Note on her way to the bathroom.

Harry stared back. "What?"

"Well... I'm just thinking about all the lovely ladies you're leaving here," Tonks said with a grin. Harry coughed.

"Well... Um... I'm sure they can get along without me for a day."

"Make the resource scarcer! Good plan! That'll just make them want you more," Tonk said cheerfully. "Worked for Power Rangers!"

"What?"

"Nevermind..."

"What ever... so... did you took a shower?" he asked Tonks grinning, ogling his long t-shirt that she was wearing over very opulent bust...

Putting the Muggle Repelling Sticky Note on the bathroom door, Hermione steped inside and opened the shower door and leaned inside to turn on the water.

Leaning back out to wait for the water to warm a little, she felt Harry's muscular arms snake around her as his strong hands grabbed hold of her jiggling

tits and pulled her back against him.

Leaning down, Harry nibbled his way up her neck to her ear.

"You're so hot, Mione," Harry whispered into her ear as he ground his shaved pubis against her soft, pliant ass and pawed her big tits. Hermione answered

him by thrusting her ass back at him and grinding it against his belly. Then Harry felt her long fingers snake around behind his clenched ass as she dug

her fingernails in and pulled him against her.

Finally, after a few seconds of groping and pawing, Hermione pushed away from Harry and stuck her hand under the water to test its temperature. Finding

it satisfactory, she stepped into the shower. Stepping under the tepid spray of water, she felt Harry bump up against her as he joined her under the water.

Then she felt Tonks rub up against her as she heard the shower door close behind them. Reaching out, Hermione gathered up a washcloth and soap. Quickly

lathering up the cloth, she replaced the soap and turned to face Harry.

There were hands all over her, touching, feeling, groping, and pawing as she ran the soapy cloth over Harry's chiseled chest. Looking into his smoky, green

eyes she continued on down, rubbing the soapy cloth around in little circles as she washed her way down over his wash-boarded abdomen to his dangling cock.

Lifting the dormant serpent in her soft, little hands she gently ran the cloth over it to wipe away the remnants of yesterdays encounters. As she lovingly

fondled and soaped up his limp cock, she could feel the energy flowing back into it. As it began to slowly lift its head, Hermione ran the washcloth down

under Harry's big balls as they hung down inside their fleshy sac. Gently clutching the washcloth around the big orbs, she gently washed away the cum and

cunt juice that had dryed onto them.

Finished with his cock and balls, Hermione eased down onto her knees and slowly ran the washrag down Harry's muscular legs leaving behind a coating of

bubbles in her wake. Done with Harry, Hermione turned to Tonks and ran the cloth over the sweeps and curves of Tonks' long, curvaceous legs as she slowly

worked up them toward the shavd tip of the metamorph's firm, flat belly.

As Hermione moved closer and closer to the creamy mound above Tonks' sex, Tonks inched her feet apart to open herself to the dark brown girl. Draping the

soapy cloth over the tips of her fingers, Hermione slowly, gently ran the cloth up and down the juicy skin between Tonks' pussy lips.

After a few slow swipes with the cloth, Hermione pulled the cloth off her fingers and slowly caressed the fragile softness of the metamorph's exposed,

vulnerable femininity. Then sticking out her first two fingers, Hermione eased them up into the moist warmth of Tonks' pussy.

As she slowly pushed her fingers into Tonks, she looked up to find Harry's and Tonks' lips locked in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. She could also see

that Tonks' hand was frantically clutching and pulling on Harry's cock that was now standing at half mast while Harry clawed and pawed the metamorph's

wet, slippery tits.

Smiling, Hermione eased her juice-coated fingers back out of Tonks' cunt and pushed up to her feet between her boyfriend and... girlfriend... breaking

their kiss as she did.

Running the soapy cloth over Tonks' big, jiggling tits she rubbed the cloth back and forth across the rubbery nipples pointing out from the round circles

of darkened flesh capping the beautiful treasures.

Finished with Harry and Tonks, Hermione re-soaped the wash cloth and handed it to Harry.

"My back..." Hermione smiled and turned to face Tonks.

"What about your front... it needs washing, too," Harry fussed.

"In good time," Hermione giggled. "Do my back first," she told him as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Tonks.

Harry raised his hand up and started running the soapy cloth over Hermione's shoulders as he saw his bestfriend's arms snake around Hermione's back. Then

he saw them kissing as they ground their wet, slippery bodies against one another.

Running the washrag down over his girlfriend's arms, Harry washed down over the small of Hermione's back as the head of his dick rubbed against the cheeks

of her ass.

As he slowly ran the soapy cloth over the firm, round globes of ass flesh, he dipped his hips and pushed his almost-fully-charged penis between Hermione's

legs just below her pussy. When he did, he felt Hermione clamp her legs together and trap his cock between them. Then he saw her break her kiss with Tonks

and turn to look at him over her shoulder.

"My back " she muttered, spreading her legs so that he could extract his errant penis before she turned and resumed her kiss with Tonks.

Returning to the business at hand, Harry draped the cloth over the tips of his fingers. As he did, he gently spread the soft, supple globes of quivering

ass flesh and slowly ran the washcloth down the crack between them all the way down to the fleshy, pink rift just below the pucker of her fluted asshole.

Slowly, Harry ran the rag up and down the crack of her ass several times, increasing the pressure against her skin every time he ran across her little,

pink asshole.

Finally, he pulled the cloth back off his fingers and stuck his soapy middle finger out from the rest of his other fingers. Placing its rounded tip on

the center of the pucker of Hermione's anus, Harry began to push. His finger initially met with resistance, but this was quickly overcome by his soap-slickened

finger as it slipped inside the tight ring of muscles. The first knuckle disappeared, then the second, and finally he had his whole finger buried down

inside the tight clasp of her perfect ass.

Wiggling his finger around inside Hermione's ass, Harry felt her push back against his hand as she took him deeper inside her. After a few seconds, Harry

slowly eased his finger back and pulled it out through the tight clutch of her anal sphincter.

Taking the washcloth back in his hand, Harry slowly, reverently ran it down over the swooping curves of Hermione's long, shapely legs to her tiny feet.

Finished at last, Harry tossed the soapy cloth on the shower floor and pulled the shower head out of its holder. Holding the head pointed toward the kissing

girls, he let the Luke-warm water splash on them. As the water cascaded down over the peaks and valleys of their bodies, it carried away the shimmering

bubbles of soap and soon their bodies were bubble free and glimmering wetly in the afternoon sunlight.

As pink and dark brown continued to grope and grind against one another, Harry directed the spray of water at himself and washed away all the bubbles that

had been clinging to his skin, paying particular attention to his big, jutting peter.

Finally Harry hung the shower head back in its cradle and eased down onto his knees beside the hugging, kissing girls. Grasping hold of each of the girls,

he gently turned them until they were twisted at the waist. Their mouths were still locked together, tongues twisting and intertwining as they held onto

each other and ground their big, wet tits against one another. But as they did, their hips were twisted just enough for Harry to have access to their shaved

cunts.

Studying the two pussies, Harry could see that there were several a distinct differences between them. Harry scrutinized Hermione's youthful snatch. The

fleshy lips surrounding her pussy were small, dainty and almost bright pink in color as they wetly clung to the rounded labia that bordered her pussy.

Her little pink clit was about the size of a small, pink pea as it stuck out from under its fleshy hiding place.

Turning his head, Tonks' pussy had big, full lips that hung down below the juice-slathered opening of her pussy. The ruddy, dark pink of her thick, gorged

lips was a dark mauve color. Her round, hard clit was almost as big as the tip of Harry's pinkie finger as it jutted out from under its fleshy hood begging

for his attention.

Turning his head back toward Hermione, he pushed her legs apart and eased two fingers up into the drooling hole at the base of her pussy. Then he licked

his long, rough tongue across her hard, round clit. As he did, he felt Hermione's fingers curl down in his long dark hair and pull him against her at the

same time she ground herself against his insistent tongue.

Licking and lapping at her clit, Harry roughly fucked her hot, slippery pussy with his fingers, quickly sliding them in and out of it. Then he felt Hermione's

other hand curl around the back of his head as her hips turned to face straight at him. Looking up over Hermione's heaving belly, he saw that she was leaning

back against the shower wall with both arms stretched down to him. Her eyes were clenched shut and the back of her head was pressed against the wall as

Tonks was roughly plucking and pulling on her lover's plump nipples.

The cascading water was making it difficult to concentrate on her clit without drowning so Harry reached around Tonks' hip and turned the water off. Then

with the water no longer a factor, Harry returned to Hermione's clit with a rebounding vengeance.

Harry could hear Hermione's wet ass slapping against the shower wall as her hips jerked back and forth pattering against it while she humped her pussy

and clit against his mouth and tongue.

Hermione was making soft snorting, grunting sounds as she hunched herself against her boyfriend's fevered attack on her clit. There was so much tension

and excitement in the air, it made the heat of the summer morning heat seem cool.

"Oh, Merlin, yes, yes, lick it, lick it, lick my fucking clit " Hermione gurgled out, fisting her hands down in his long hair and holding on as she humped

herself against him.

Trying to comply with Hermione's frantic command, Harry licked his tongue back and forth faster and faster.

"Yesssssssss " Hermione hissed. "Like that "

The muscles in Hermione's legs were taut, beginning to quiver and shake as she fought for her release.

He was going to make Hermione come again, Harry giddily thought. Make her come with his fucking tongue. The muscles in her belly were so tight, you could

bounce a galleon off it, Harry told himself.

"Unhhhh unhhhh oh, oh, oh, fuckkkkkkkk . . ." Hermione growled out as her ass began to quiver and shake while she shoved Harry's cream-coated face against

her pussy. Hermione's whole body was shaking and trembling as she came and came on Harry's rough, slashing tongue. The sheer perversity of what he was

doing to her made it all just that much more depraved and wicked. The addictive surge of pleasure and joy she was feeling wasn't something you could give

up once it had you under its evil, twisted spell.

At last, the surges of pleasure began to weaken and die leaving behind them the warm, hot afterglow of complete and utter satiation. Uncurling her fingers

out of Harry's hair, she let herself slowly slump down the cool shower wall as her back slowly slid all the way down the wall until her butt patted down

on the shower floor.

As Hermione collapsed down beside him, Harry turned his attention to Tonks' pussy. Burying his nose down in the shaved and creamy mound above the auror's

pussy, he quickly found her little hard clit with his tongue. As he began to lick and lap at the squiggly little nub, Tonks lifted one of her long legs

and draped it across his shoulder. Then Harry felt her weight press down on his shoulder as she lifted her other leg and rested it on his other shoulder.

He could feel the backs of her shapely calves resting against his back as Tonks leaned back against the wall and ground her pussy against his mouth.

Curling her fingers down into his long, dark hair, Tonks pulled his face against her pussy as she dug her heels into his back and thrust herself against

him and his swirling, twirling tongue.

Lifting his arms up around her hips, Harry clawed his hands around the auror's big, wet tits as they heavily hung down from her chest. As he pawed and

groped at the dangling treasures, he could feel the big, rubbery nubs protruding out of their rounded tips rubbing against the palm of his hand.

Resting with her back against the shower wall, Hermione watched her boyfriend as he hungrily went after the auror's pussy. As he ate her, he was making

loud, slurping sounds that sounded deafening in the cramped space of the shower stall.

Everything still had a dreamy, surreal quality about it as she lay slumped against the wall watching her lovers make love. She could see that Harry was

still in a highly aroused state of excitement with his jutting cock stiff and bowed as it thrust itself up out of creamy shaved skin surrounding it. Watching

the evil creature pulse and throb, Hermione felt an urge to take it in her mouth. Take in her mouth, suck on it and bring out its hot, creamy treasure.

Felt an urge to taste the sweet essence she would bring forth from it.

Leaning to the side, she slumped down on her elbow in front of Harry. As she did, her face was only inches away from Harry's upthrust penis. Reaching out

with her other hand, she gently grasped hold of his cock. It was so hard and stiff, its spine was bowed and bent like a big, pink banana. Bending the rigid

shaft of his cock down, she watched the big, plum-colored knob sitting atop the shaft draw closer and closer to her lips. As it did, she stuck out her

tongue and slowly teased it around the hard, rubbery head licking away the stream of salty goo that was leaking out of the slit in its rounded tip.

"Ummmmmmmm..." Harry gurgled out into the auror's cunt as he felt Hermione's hot, little tongue swirling round and round the sensitive head of his penis.

Then the head of his cock was slowly engulfed in moist, sucking warmth as Hermione slowly sucked it into her mouth. Softly, gently, she sucked as she slowly

sank her lips farther down the shaft of his cock.

"Unnnnnnnnnn..." Harry groaned out again.

Then he felt Hermione's lips slowly suck their way back up to the head of his cock and slip off it.

"Do you like that?" Hermione whispered. "Do you like for me to suck on your cock?"

"Ummmmm huhuhhhhh " Harry burbled out into Tonks' pussy.

"Like this?" he heard Hermione murmur just before he felt her warm, soft lips encircle the head of his cock again and slowly slide down off it onto its

thick shaft.

Thrusting his hips forward, Harry tried to get his cock deeper inside the sucking warmth of Hermione's mouth but she wouldn't let him as she kept her lips

locked down around the shaft of his penis. As she held him imprisoned inside her mouth, Harry could feel the suction building as she sucked harder and

harder. Then he felt her warm fingers close down around the big balls hanging down below his cock.

Gently squeezing and lifting, Hermione rolled her boyfriend's manhood around in the palm of her hand as she sucked and pulled on his cock with her lips.

This had to be every boy's dream, Harry giddily thought. Every sick, perverted boy, he added. Eating out one hot little cunt while another hot girl sucked

on his cock? What more could a sixteen years old wish for?

As Hermione's lips worked back and forth on the barrel of his cock, Harry flicked his tongue over and all around Tonks' hard, little clit while he tweaked

and plucked at her big, rubbery nipples. Tonks' perfect round ass was patting against the shower wall as she humped her pussy against her lover's relentless

attack on her clit.

Harry could feel Tonks' round, little heels digging into his back as the muscles in her legs began to strain and tighten. Her fingernails were digging

into his scalp pulling him against her as her soft, inner thighs tightened against his cheeks and the soft moans she was making grew louder and louder.

Her nipples were hard and swollen, two big, pink marbles sticking out of the pebbled tips of her breasts as he teased and tormented them.

Suddenly, he felt Tonks' whole body jerk as a thick, creamy gush of cunt juice spewed out onto his chin and throat. As the warm goo trickled down onto

his chest he could feel her heels beating a tattoo on his back and her thighs tightly clamped down against his cheeks.

"Yessss yessss yessss" Tonks hissed out as she pulled him against her spewing, spurting cunt.

Lapping up her sweet juices, Harry kept his tongue furiously working on Tonks' hard, jutting clit while his fingers pinched and pulled at her swollen nipples

while she came and came.

Hearing the commotion above her, Hermione eased back off Harry's cock and pushed up to watch the auror orgasm on his swirling, twirling tongue. She could

see that long, stringy strands of juice were dripping off Harry's chin and running down his chest onto his belly as Tonks' calves and heels were beating

against his back.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione saw that finally, the muscles in Tonks' long, curvaceous legs were beginning to soften and relax. As they

did, one at a time, they slowly slid down off Harry's shoulders and her feet slapped down on the shower floor beside Harry's knees.

"That was fantastic, Harry " Tonks groaned, leaning down, holding his head between her hands and giving him a long, open-mouthed kiss right on his cream-coated

lips.

Hermione was still sitting, her ass on the floor, her back leaning against the cool faux tile wall as she saw Harry slowly push up to his feet in front

of Tonks. Then he turned and with a lecherous smile on his creamy lips, he stepped over and straddled Hermione's outstretched legs. As he did, his big,

stiff cock was waving in the air in front of him while he shuffled up her legs.

With a happy, inebriated smile on her lips, Hermione saw him stop when his big, spit-covered cock-head was brushing against her dark, red lips.

"Does Harry want Mione to suck on his cock again," Hermione murmured, easing her little, pink tongue out and slowly twirling it around the head of his

big, purple cock-head.

"Yeah, Harry wants Mione to suck on his big, old cock some more," Harry grinned hunching his hips forward and rubbing his cock-head against her lips. Then

Harry reached down and slid his hand around behind Hermione's head. Pulling her head toward him, Harry kept on pushing his cock-head against her lips until

at last he felt it slid between them and down inside her warm, sucking mouth.

"Yes, Mione, like that. Suck on it like that " Harry snorted, still cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand and pulling on her head as he

forced more and more of the thick, pink shaft of his cock into her mouth.

As Hermione loudly slurped and sucked on his cock, Harry saw Tonks slowly push off the wall and step around behind him. Then he felt her big, wet tits

brush against his back. As Hermione's full, red lips slurped up and down the shaft of his cock, Harry felt Tonks' hot breath on his neck as she slowly

nibbled her way up it. Crushing her big, pillowy tits against his back, she ground them against him as she nipped and nibbled at his ear. Then her arms

curled around him and her fingers found his tiny nipples. Pinching the tiny nubs between her fingers and thumbs, she twisted and pulled on them as she

rubbed her shaved cunt against his ass.

As he watched on in a testosterone-induced daze, Harry saw that Hermione had fingers interspersed as she locked her hands around the shaved base of his

cock while her dark, red lips slipped lower and lower down the shaft of his cock. Her wet, dark brown hair hung down beside her cheeks just brushing the

tops of her shoulders as her head slowly rocked back and forth.

Trapped between the two girls, Harry could feel the bubbling, roiling reservoir of cum down in his balls growing hotter and hotter as Hermione tried to

coax it out of them. If she didn't let up, she was going to get a creamy mouthful, he told himself as the suction on his cock grew more frantic.

"Mione Mione gonna come gonna come " Harry groaned out, jerking her head back and forth faster.

"Ummmm hummmmm " he heard her choke out around his pistoning cock as it slid in and out between her pursed lips.

"Can't hold it, Mione can't stop " Harry gasped as he felt an atomic shockwave rip through his cock. "Fuck Fuck Fuck " Harry cursed, grabbing hold of Hermione's

hair and jerking her toward him as the head of his cock thudded up against the opening of her throat. Then, just as the head of his cock popped into her

throat, it erupted and spewed out a giant gusher of thick, hot cream directly into her throat.

"Gluumppppp " heard Hermione gag out as the muscles of her throat clenched and clutched at his embedded cock when a second geyser of thick, creamy cum

spurted out of the head of his cock.

Then with another gurgling gag, she spread her fingers out on Harry's belly and pushed him back until the head of his spewing, spurting, spitting peter

was back inside her mouth. Sucking, Hermione milked her boyfriend's cock with her lips until she had sucked him dry and he had nothing left to offer her.

Easing her lips back off his wilting cock, she looked up at him with the whites of her big, brown eyes showing as she slowly, purposefully swallowed. Easing

her cum-covered tongue out from between her lips, she slowly twirled it around them and then sucked it back inside to swallow a second time as her big,

brown eyes continued to bore into his.

Panting and trying to catch his breath, still reeling from the explosion of pleasure that had torn though his cock, Harry clutched at the wall, holding

onto it to keep from falling as the eruption had completely sapped the strength from his knees.

"Did it taste good?" Tonks snickered as she backed away from Harry and reached for the shower door.

"Delicious you'll have to try it sometime," Hermione smiled up at her running her tongue around her full, red lips a second time.

"I'll do that..." Tonks laughed, pulling the door open and stepping out.

"Just say the word," Harry grinned, pushing back off the wall.

"I'll let you know " Tonks told him as he reached down and offered his hands to Hermione.

Grabbing hold of Harry's strong hands, Hermione pulled as she struggled up onto her feet. Then still holding hands, she and Harry followed Tonks out through

the door. As they did, Tonks grabbed hold of Harry's hand and the three of them went strolling back down the hallway heading for Harry's bedroom.

"Good... now that we are clean... let's dress..." Hermione murmured, giving Harry's hand a squeeze...

Diane Carver took several deep breaths as she stood in front of the Sergeant's office. She'd been doing so for the past ten minutes. It still hadn't steeled

her nerves enough for this.

It's not like I'm telling him I'm sleeping with an underaged boy and he got me pregnant... Just that I am, she affirmed to herself. Pregnant that is. That's

all.

She nodded to herself, and took hold of the handle. She turned it and entered. She cleared her throat.

"Sergeant..."

"Ah, hello Diane! Come in! I've got a case for you," the Sergeant said. "Seems there's been a rash of faulty merchandise. Very peculiar."

"Well, sir, here's the thing-" Diane tried, but the Sergeant plowed on.

"Looks like about ninety percent of the most recent stocks of various medical supplies have been faulty. Strangest damn thing. Hardest hit have been pregnancy

tests." He looked up. "Did you know, five different brands have all been showing 'pregnant' regardless of the woman's actual state? It's bloody maddening!"

Diane stared, her eyes growing very large. "Ex-Excuse me?"

"Yes, I expect there will be a lot of panicked women out there," the Sergeant mused. "Will you see to the Call Center and make sure they're all apprised

of the situation?"

Diane nodded, a big smile emerging on her face. "Yes sir! Of course sir! Thank you sir!" She headed out quickly, leaving the Sergeant to stare after her.

"... Huh..." He put it together and chuckled. "Well, least I made her day... Though I still wonder how that happened..."

"I'm telling you Goyle, this will be a laugh," Crabbe said as he cast another "False Positive" spell on another crate of supplies. Goyle frowned.

"How so Crabbe?"

"Why, it's elementary my dear Goyle," Crabbe said. "It will sow discord among the Muggles by virtue of their fears of becoming pregnant." He adjusted his

monocle. "It shall be a very humorous diversion, what ho?"

"I feel it is positively juvenile," Goyle sniffed, taking a sip of tea out of his Bag of Holding. "There are better ways to entertain one's self."

"Mumsy is always encouraging us to get out more," mused Crabbe. "Given the antics of the Weasleys, I felt we could emulate them and find some fun."

"Ugh, those pillocks? Really Crabbe, we are both of far better taste than that," Goyle tutted with another sip. "I say, let us retire home to the smoking

room, where we might commiserate upon the sad economic and political state of the Ministry."

"I don't think the figures on goblin interest will change even with that new formula you devised, old friend," Crabbe said as he finished his pranking.

"The night is still young," Goyle said with a smile.

At Crabbe Manor, the fireplace turned emerald green, the sign of an active Floo, letting four people enter the manor's main study: George Goyle and his

son, Gregory, as well as Virgil Crabbe and his son, Vincent.

"Well, that was one of the most positively dreadful funerals I have ever been forced to attend," Virgil started, setting his cloak on a nearby hook the

dress cloak, not the Death Eater kind.

"Indeed, my old friend," George offered, handing him the cloaks of him and the two teens. "Though I fear our presence was more to keep them from pilfering

any items upon old Lucius's corpse than anything else."

"Oh, indubitably, dear chap," Virgil offered. "To think the poor citizens who attended could believe Narcissa would have put 'real' gold within that casket."

"Quite right," Virgil spoke. "Although now I do feel a distinct sadness for our children."

"Father?" queried Vincent.

"Well, it had been our hopes, all of ours, that dear Lucius would have 'kicked it up a notch', as the Muggles say, and actually trained young Draco up

to par, my dear heir."

"Quite right," George offered. "Why, I remember like it was yesterday, when you two came through the Floo from an evening of tea at the young Malfoy's,

disheartened by his 'flawless' plan to acquire a beneficial relationship with young Harry Potter."

"I still say our earlier preparations and thoughts would have produced better results," stated Gregory.

"Perhaps, my lone progeny," George stated. "But at some point, it may have occurred to someone that the young Malfoy heir was under some form of mind control."

"Well, doubtful at that school and any recent hires by Dumbledore, old bean."

"Quite true, Virgil," George capitulated. "But the recent return and then demise of young Crouch Jr. would have been a tipping point, and the mad fellow

would have used such evidence as a means to attack those of us who had better things to do than rot in prison with the likes of the LeStranges."

"Alas, the only good thing that came from today's venue was that young Draco remained silent," Vincent offered with a pleasant smile. "Not once did he

mention the word, 'Potter'."

"A marvelous time, indeed," Gregory stated with his own smile. "I do believe that was the quietest he has ever been in our presence."

"Not for long, I fear, for on the morrow, I have no doubt he will once again beset upon us with his more preposterous delusions of fancy," Vincent added

sadly.

"Too true, dear children," Virgil offered. "But remember, it makes it easier to falsely set a trail of accusations against the young braggart, in case

a patsy is needed for whatever reason."

"Not to mention the plausibility and denial such a figure creates for those who follow him," George offered. "Alas, we must now consider a new person for

us to make such associations with, as the dear elder Malfoy has shucked the mortal coil."

"And ensure to know enough where they will pay for any legal issues that might crop up within the normal course of history," Virgil finished. After all,

it hadn't been them that had made the bribes to the Ministry after the last war. Sure, some payments were made, but overall, the bill had been Lucius's.

"Although we may need to conceive of other options, now that dear Narcissa has let slip the old bean's book," George stated. "Former alliances may prove

to be too costly, and it is highly unlikely that in the event that the Dark Lord's comeback may not follow the path intended."

"I would recommend the Americas, dear Father," Gregory offered. "I have been studying their financial interest systems for my current thesis over the Goblin

interest rates. And if need be, I have heard that their political figures, both Magical and Muggle, tend to be the sort of cover we prefer."

"As astute as ever, Gregory," Vincent added. "As we discussed the other evening during the last financial reports, while currently less than stable, it

does offer excellent potential, both to expand our wealth, while setting up an acceptable area where we might properly blend in with attracting less attention,

should flight be necessary and the war turn tide against us."

The two fathers looked at each other for several seconds, before nodding.

"Well then my son, it appears we have developed another summer project to finish before you return to the educational institution that the local populace

insists is the safest in all the world," George replied, slapping his son lightly on the back.

"Then tonight, we retire to the Drawing Room to consider what endeavors this plan will require, and detail our future operations."

No sooner had Virgil finished, the Floo lit up once again, allowing this time, the two mothers to exit. Pausing only to stare at the near blank expressions

of the gathered males before the Crabbe house elf entered with snacks and drew their attention, the women could only sigh before heading out, cursing their

families for arranging marriages to such low-brow men, let alone being forced to bear children that sadly took more after their fathers.

As such, they missed the communication between the four through a series of various hand gestures, to confirm the time of their meeting.

A true Slytherin never revealed themselves to the world, let alone those closest to them, but their heirs.