In Pursuit of the Unknown Power

… Legilimency is much more and yet much more subtle than mind reading. The term mind reading infers something like a book, which the reader is able to peruse at, will. In reality a Legilimens is able to access memories and emotions but in varying degrees depending upon several factors.

If the person is an active Occlumens, active meaning one trained in the art. Most people have subtle shields around their minds that help them deal with the astounding amount of stimuli in the everyday environment.

Proximity to the person is important as well. Some people report that skin contact can dramatically increase the level of emotions and memories that can be accessed. However the use of passive Legilimency simply to determine the truth of the subjects words, does not normally lend itself well to physical touch.

Eye contact is also essential for in depth reading of the mind. The amateur Legilimens will have a telling sign such as a glow or sparkle to his/her eyes when they engage the subject. As one progresses to the level of Master these signs can be eliminated with practice.

Most important to the successful Legilimens is emotional state. Human memory is normally associated heavily with emotion. If you can trigger the correct emotion in your subject you will more easily access information that has been linked or organized in their mind under that category.

There have been reports of natural Legilimens in the past. Those reported the gift manifesting during the teenage years and slowly growing over time. The natural Legilimens has a distinct advantage over the trained in that they are able to control their own thoughts and emotions in such a way as to be undetectable to even a Master Occlumens. The last known natural Legilimens was Nicholas Flamel. He was recorded as mentioning that he simply had to learn to listen correctly in order to control his gift. Of course Mr. Flamel also stated that as his gift had manifested more than 600 years earlier the details were a bit fuzzy…

Harry rubbed his eyes for absolutely no reason, since he was not actually reading anything. Over the last several days he had discovered that if he wanted he could spend time in his mindscape studying while his physical body rested. He had done it on accident one night after fainting when one of the girls had started discussing their cup sizes and discussing shaving techniques.

He had been a bit reluctant at first to reenter his mind. But Hermione assured him that if he avoided talking to himself, especially as a bird. That he should be fine. His main problem was over thinking. Her use of the word had caused him to laugh for nearly ten minutes straight, after which he assured them that he would indeed start on sorting his bad memories.

He had woken crying three nights ago when he had unlocked the memory of Sirius falling through the Veil. They had taken to leaving the passage open at night to help circulate the cool night air. So the girls awoke and were instantly by his side as they heard his strangled cries. All by itself that memory should not have been that bad, but the emotion he unlocked along with it spilled over into his other memories and compounded the problem. The Will reading at Gringotts, when he had seen his Godfather for the last time floating above the Pensieve. Seeing Grimmauld Place again from the outside, and hearing the Headmaster explain that when Sirius… died… that the wards had been reset. All of his memories of the house, and wishing that Sirius could see the place cleaned up, and imagining the look on his face as his mother's portrait fell from the wall. He wailed aloud for well over an hour before he fell asleep exhausted in Hermione's lap. Ginny had curled up behind him and rubbed soothing circles over his back, whispering in his ear. Both girls were emotionally exhausted as well. And the following morning Harry had awoken wrapped between the two. He was cuddling Hermione like a teddy bear, except she was a very sexy and very soft teddy bear. He had his right hand covering her breast and could feel her soft nipple against his palm. And his normal morning erection was pressed firmly against the crack in her bum. Ginny had an arm and a leg thrown over both of them. He had disentangled himself from them and rushed to the bathroom before he had an incident on Hermione's back.

It was now Sunday again, over the last week the Headmaster had been strangely absent but other members had come and gone. Harry had seen little of Ron, but he had kept himself busy meeting with order members who were helping him to design the training room. He and Hermione tried to make time for each other, but Ron seemed more interested in planning than snogging, leaving a frustrated Hermione for Harry to deal with. This would not normally be a problem, but after the initial shock they had all taken to running between both of the rooms completely nude. Harry had a nearly constant erection, which pleased the girls to no end, though they would never say such a thing. Hermione assured him it was perfectly natural. He let her think so to hide his embarrassment as he became increasingly attracted to both of them. Rather than getting used to the nudity he was getting more turned on by the day. He retired to the bathroom to relieve the pressure at least four times a day.

So now when Hermione would come back from Ron's room after a quick snog, and look ready to cry. She would curl up on his lap, naked. She would curl up on his naked lap, naked. His mind began to spin and the feeling of having a completely naked and sexually frustrated Hermione, sitting sideways on his lap with his erection pressed firmly against her bum. At times he could feel her arousal drip slightly onto his thigh. Ginny was absolutely no help, as she simply looked jealous. The one thing that kept Harry going was that she had not cried yet. She curled up in his lap and hugged him. But she had not cried. She simply told him that he made her feel safe. How could he say no to that?

Still sitting in his comfy chair in the 'study' as he had taken to calling his personal library, He daydreamed about naked witches while mulling over the passage that kept running through his mind.

"Natural Occlumens report the gift manifesting in the teenage years."

He wondered if that would explain his 'Bird Whispering' thing. If he could be a natural at Occlumency, then why couldn't the same be true of Legilimency? It made more sense to him than being a previously undiscovered talent related to Parseltongue. Deciding once again to try and 'listen' the way he did to Hedwig, he opened up his mind to see if the girls were awake yet. Surprisingly he encountered someone and if he was right they were physically in the room with him. He concentrated on his hearing and heard two girls calling his name. He thought himself back to the surface of his mind and rejoined the living world. When he opened his eyes he nearly choked.

Hermione was kneeling on the bed, which had caused his head to roll in the direction of her slightly parted legs. Her shaved mound was mere centimeters from his nose and he could smell her excitement. He longed to reach out with his tongue and taste her. Luckily he was pulled from his thoughts as his member twitched. He looked up to find Ginny straddling him and shaking his shoulders with a large grin plastered on her face. "Ah there you are. Wake up we're going Shopping today!" She said excitedly.

This would have been a wonderful way to wake up he was certain. Except that he had been thinking of these two witches mere moments ago and his physical body had responded. To make matters worse, due to the summer heat he had fallen asleep naked on top of the covers. This meant that Ginny was currently straddling his hips, and his cock was pressed lengthwise against her slit.

Finally seeing that he was awake she sat back, which was the wrong thing to do. She slid down the length of his cock and he felt her wet cunt come into contact with his aching balls. The combination of sensations sent him over the edge before he could react, and he bucked his hips a few times against her wet snatch. He tried desperately to hold onto his orgasm but the feeling of her hot flesh nearly surrounding the length of him was too much and he pulled her down on top of him as he cried out into her hair. Hot jets of his seed splashed between them coating his stomach and getting caught in their pubic hair.

To put it simply Harry was mortified. She made as if to get up but he shook his head as the tears started to flow. "What must you two think of me now?" He cried into her shoulder even as he held her tight against him. He could feel her curves and decided she was not as hard as she looked after all. "Not that it's your problem, but how am I possibly ever going to have a love life if I keep going off prematurely?" He wailed. It was a testament to their friendship that he felt comfortable enough to express himself, even as he lay coated in his own cum with one of his best friends lying atop him naked.

"Shhhh Harry it's ok." Ginny whispered and looked over at Hermione with shock on her face. She wanted nothing more at the moment than to sheath him inside her but knew neither of them was ready. He hadn't even asked her out yet! She drove the naughty thoughts out and pleaded with Hermione using her eyes.

Thinking quickly Hermione whispered to him. "Harry, I am not going to say this is normal, but I will say I know you have been taking care of the problem in the bathroom five or more times a day. I think I can speak for her when we say that whatever witch you end up with will be very lucky to have someone with that much stamina!"

Ginny nodded into his neck. "Harry, would it make you feel better if I told you I had a new number one erotic moment?" She felt his blush before she saw it. But he nodded. "One day Harry, some witch is going to be very lucky to have you." She decided to do something bold, but seeing as how she was currently covered from nipples to clit in his cum, she thought he would forgive her. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Not passionate or greedy, but filled with feeling. He responded immediately but his hips bucked against her again and he pulled away.

Hermione saw the look in his eyes and spoke up. "Harry honestly I don't mind. Granted I am not the one who assaulted you and got the repercussions. But sex is a natural act, and the urge to, er…" She trailed off, suddenly unable to complete the sentence even if she was reciting from memory.

Ginny took her line of thought a step further. "With what we have been through together, I don't think a little thing like multiple orgasms is going to… well you know, come between us, so to speak." She said, turning scarlet despite her words.

Harry took a few deep breaths and looked at Hermione. "What were you saying?"

She blushed and avoided his eyes but continued her quote. "Sex is a natural act and the urge to… er… orgasm is the driving factor in nearly all procreation. Orgasm is nature's way of rewarding animals for making babies. Humans are just lucky enough to experience them even when the urge has nothing to do with procreating. I know I…" She stammered and stopped, looking away again.

Harry suddenly felt much better. "Are you saying you, um. You know, as well?" he asked as delicately as he could, now was not the time to be vulgar. That could come later. He grinned.

She sighed and put a hand over her face at having to admit this to anyone, she didn't even talk like this with Ginny, it was just something about Harry. "Yes okay?" She squeaked. "Does it make you feel better to know that since we began practicing Occlumency together I have to get myself off at least three times a day?" Harry did not know it was possible for a Granger to blush Weasley red.

"Actually, that does make me feel better." He turned his look on Ginny. She had a scared look on her face and swallowed a lump in her throat. There was no way she could tell him THAT!

"Gin?" he asked. She didn't look at him she just nodded into his shoulder in which she had buried her face to hide the blush. "Have you been having issues as well?" She nodded again. Even though he should not notice such things at this point. He couldn't help but feel the trickle of juices that ran from her pussy over his balls.

"How many times?" He asked her. It was after all only fair since they had both told the truth. She shook her head.

"Come on Gin we both told, it's your turn." She shook her head again. "Don't you want to make me feel better?" He asked. In response she growled into his neck and rocked against his erection, further spreading his cum between them and gluing them together. He hissed and grabbed her bum out of instinct to stop her movements. This caused her to sit up quickly and look at him. Once again her movement had unintended consequences and he bucked against her, his cock sliding over her clit combined with her nerves pushed her over the edge. And she came hard, sitting on his cock, in front of her best female friend. Harry's cock, balls, and thighs received a light coating of her juices as she slowly gyrated against his straining cock. She couldn't help it and she couldn't stop. Unfortunately neither could he.

He turned pleading eyes to Hermione and stared into her brown pools as he came once again, this time as she was on the upstroke of her orgasm. His cum coated her clit and rand down between them around his cock. Collapsing back into the pillow he concentrated on breathing. He could not believe he came on her, again, within the space of five minutes. And in front of Hermione. Taking a deep breath he was now the one reassuring a crying Ginny.

"Gin? That was amazing, thank you for sharing that with me. It was a happy accident right?" He said remembering his earlier phrase. She nodded into his neck but the tears continued to fall. "You know I have gotten to know you better, at this point I think I know you better than I know Ron. So I know you're not just a stuttering fan girl any more okay?" He said to her, her crying slowed and she nodded. "Just because you came all over me, and caused me to have two orgasms in the last five minutes, I don't think any less of you. Do you think any less of me?" He asked, suddenly sounding vulnerable and scared.

She shook her head against him and the tears stopped. Without looking up she held up her hand with all five fingers extended. It took a moment for the other two to realize what she was trying to say. "Five times?" Hermione asked. She shook her head, closed her fist and opened it again.

"Ten times?" Harry asked her surprised. This time she nodded and burrowed deeper into his neck. "You are just insatiable aren't you?" He asked playfully. He could feel the heat from her blush, and then surprising him he felt her nod again.

Hermione was having difficulties after what she had just seen. She was so close to an orgasm just from watching the other two that she decided to hell with it and slid one hand up to her breast while the other delved into her folds. Harry turned his head and took in a sharp breath of air, causing Ginny to look up curiously. They both stared in shock and excitement as they watched her fingers furiously work her clit. And her other hand pinching and twisting her nipple. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back and she rocked a bit on her knees. Her pussy was still just centimeters from his nose, meaning only inches from Ginny's as they watched her approach her climax. "I'm… sorry… I was just… So… close!" Hermione said around breaths that were coming shorter and shorter. Ginny began rocking involuntarily again against Harry's semi-flaccid cock and he began to harden. Hermione screamed her release and collapsed forward. Unfortunately this put her pussy directly into Harry's face. He inhaled her scent as Ginny rocked on his now aching cock. Hermione realized her position and tried to move, only succeeding in opening her legs, and thus her pussy to him. As the redhead went over the edge, taking him with her, he tasted Hermione for the first time, she spasmed again at the unexpected contact and they all came simultaneously.

They lay in a messy heap for a few minutes. Harry consciously keeping his mouth to himself, but savoring the flavor on his tongue. Ginny slowly regained consciousness and looked at the sight of Harry's face buried in Hermione's crotch. She sighed happily and snuggled into his chest, rocking slightly against his now soft cock.

"Hey none of that, this was all one big happy accident. But I think if we let it happen again right now we can't write it off." Harry said. Trying not to move his mouth as he spoke. However Hermione felt the vibrations from his voice against her clit and found the strength to move. She looked absolutely mortified that she would let something like this happen when she was dating Ron. "How about we take a shower, and then I can tell you what I learned from the book last night?" Harry said. He was happy to be able to speak freely, but missing the warmth that had been pressed against his lips.

Ginny nodded and rolled carefully off of him. He watched her get up and enjoyed the view of her covered from chin to nether lips in his cum just a little too much. He spoke quickly to Hermione. "I know you are feeling incredibly guilty right now, but you have to think about it. The three of us have been running around in a sexually charged atmosphere for almost a week now nude. This was bound to happen sometime and it could have been much worse." He saw that he had gotten through to the logical side of her brain and figured a little teasing wouldn't hurt her. "Or much better." He grinned. She slapped his shoulder as she too rolled off the bed. He climbed up and out of the bed and they followed him as he headed toward his bathroom.

"Going somewhere ladies?" he asked.

"You said we were going to take a shower." Hermione said pouting a bit.

"You need to wash all of this icky stuff off of me." Ginny said running a finger over her stomach. She unthinkingly placed that finger in her mouth and savored his sweet flavor. The other girls in her dorm didn't know what they were talking about, either that, or Harry just tasted better than other guys. She realized what she had done and quickly looked at the other two. Hermione looked like she wanted to taste him as well. Harry's eyes were huge and his cock standing at attention once more.

Glancing down she commented, "And you called me insatiable?" He noticed his predicament and grinned happily as he nodded. "Down boy." She said stepping into the shower. She beckoned to Hermione to join her, and the older witch did so. Ginny turned them both away from Harry and whispered something to her before running a finger across her breasts and then popping it into Hermione's mouth. The bookworm moaned a bit, then reached out and turned on the showerheads. Turning back around they both held out a hand to him to join them.

'I will take death by sexy witches over death by Voldemort any day.' He thought to himself as he joined them.

The shower really was not made for three people, but after what had happened mere minutes before, a little bit of skin contact was the least of their worries. Harry paid as little attention as possible to the girls sharing his space, and eventually turned to face the corner to avoid rubbing his cock against their soap slick backs and stomachs.

As he washed himself he idly wondered if he should feel weird in this situation. A week ago he had been dreaming of these two but never expecting to so much as kiss them. Now he was sharing a shower with them after all but shagging Ginny. He made a note to examine his feelings later to see if he was repressing anything. Even though it had been extremely uncomfortable for him at the time he felt much better now that he had actually mourned Sirius, even only a little bit. His thoughts were interrupted as aforementioned redhead tapped him on the shoulder. "Wash my hair Harry?" She asked.

He really did not know how to answer that. "Uh, don't you normally do that?" He responded intelligently.

"I normally have a bit more space. I am going to wash Hermione's hair, and seeing as you already washed yours…" She trailed off. He couldn't refute her logic, and couldn't come up with any reason not to besides his discomfort at seeing his best friends naked and wet. He nodded over his shoulder and slowly turned around.

The three of them turned as one, Hermione was nearly pressed against the glass but there was a chest height nozzle spraying her and keeping her warm. Ginny was pressed almost as tightly against her back, her breasts smashed against the other girl's shoulder blades. Harry backed into his corner to give them some room and Ginny backed off as much as she could before bumping into his erection. With a wicked gleam in her eyes he couldn't see she reached behind her and grasped his cock in her hand. "That is getting in the way." She stated clinically and pointed it downward so that it rested in the crack of her bum, and she backed up enough to trap him there.

He gulped as Hermione threw a questioning look over her shoulder. She saw Ginny grin and Harry wince but decided to say nothing. They were after all trying to get him to make a move on the younger girl. "Um, shampoo?" Harry said awkwardly as he grabbed the bottle of a shelf set into the tiled wall. Ginny held out her hand and he squeezed a bit into her hand. She looked at the dime-sized dollop and threw a look at him.

"We have a bit more hair than you do Harry, I don't know if that is enough to even wash my bits with!" She giggled. He couldn't believe she was talking about her bits with him, while naked. And giggling! He squeezed a good three times that amount into her hand and she nodded in approval before setting to the task of washing the tangled mass of curls in front of her.

Taking a cue from her he got about the same amount and began massaging it into her hair. As he worked his way down the long locks that fell to the middle of her back when wet, he noted how silky it was and secretly relished the feeling of her smooth skin on the backs of his fingers. He ran out of shampoo at the same time as Ginny reached over her shoulder for more. He grabbed the bottle and refilled her hand, before doing the same to his.

As he began to massage the shampoo into her scalp he heard her moan in pleasure, her fingers didn't stop massaging the others girls scalp either and Hermione moaned as well. He very strictly kept his hips from bucking and forcing his cock between Ginny's legs. "Ladies this is wonderful and all, but if the point is to get clean then can you please keeps the sound effects to a minimum?" He asked.

Ginny reached behind her and patted his bum playfully. "I wouldn't mind too much Harry if you need to take care of that problem."

This time he did buck slightly reminding her just how close he was. She quickly rethought that statement but said nothing. He groaned aloud. "Please don't tempt me; I am so messed up in the head at the moment I might take you up on your offer. I feel like I should be ashamed right now." He said loud enough for Hermione to hear, she just nodded in response. Leaning in to whisper to Ginny he said. "That doesn't mean I really don't want to cum all over your back right now." Hermione heard the whispers and although she couldn't hear what he was saying she had some idea.

She called out "Rinse!" and leaned her head back into the stream of water to get the shampoo out. Ginny did the same, but rather than use the stream nearest to her, she leaned her head back into the one hitting Harry's shoulder. She wiggled her bottom into his erection and looked into his eyes with a sly smile. "Happy accident?" She whispered into his ear.

That was enough for him, feeling every nerve in his body tingling and his heartbeat throbbing in his ears, he pulled his cock from the crack of her bum and began rubbing the tip against her shampoo slick back. She could feel his stiffness and felt his knuckles sliding in time along his length and before long she felt the splash of his semen hit her and run quickly down her leg as his breath caught in his throat. She whispered in his ear "Gods that was hot." He nodded silently. They were interrupted by an "Ahem" from the other corner. The brunette was waiting patiently.

"Conditioner and then breakfast?" She asked. Feeling slightly jealous and slightly uncomfortable at what she imagined had transpired behind her. They finished the shower quickly and got ready for the day.