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Chapter 22: Confessions of a Tudor Ghost

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Unlike the first week of term, the second week seemed a return to dreary normality. So much the better, thought Harry. He was learning a lot from Professor Balzhoff in the area of general purpose defense to supplement Moody’s teaching. Later one afternoon, Harry went to his training room and worked out. Then he returned to his lounge to read some more from his book on the care of house elves. That evening as the sun began to set Harry walked out on the tower balcony to take in the scene below. Another of the perks of being Head Boy was having your own private view of the grounds. However, today Harry had a visitor of sorts, sitting on the ledge just above the balcony was the Gryffindor house ghost, Sir Nicholas, or Nearly Headless Nick as he was sometimes called.

“Hullo, Harry,” he said jovially. “Hope you don’t mind, this has been one of my favorite spots to watch the sun go down for a long time.”

“Not at all, Sir Nicholas,” said Harry. “In fact I’m glad for the company. I was feeling a bit lonely just now.”

“Well, then don’t ever consider becoming a ghost, my lad. The loneliness is far more intense and lasts a long, long time. More and more I wish now I had never allowed the transformation.”

“Pardon my inquisitiveness,” said Harry. “But why did you become a ghost? You said once it had to do with fear of dying.”

“Fear was only half of it, Harry. Yes, I was afraid to die, but hatred played a big role too. I wanted to make someone pay a dear price for what had been done to me. I guess I never told you what happened for me to end up this way did I?”

“No, you’ve never mentioned it before,” answered Harry.

“Would you like to hear the whole sordid story, Harry?”

Harry nodded and brought up a chair as Nick moved to the edge of the roof with his legs dangling over the side. He had taken that semi-translucent look that Moaning Myrtle had taken two nights earlier in the bath. Harry knew ghosts could assume that form at will, and if you walked into, or through, them while in that state you had the same funny feeling as if you walked into a spider web.

“Well, Harry, imagine this. You are by God’s supreme grace, His Majesty, Henry the Seventh, King of England, defender of the Christian Faith, and etcetera, etcetera, and other such noble bullshit. You are in Buckingham Palace on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and you wonder why your beloved son and heir to the throne is not outside enjoying the pleasures of the royal estates. You enter the Prince’s chambers unannounced and you find the future King of England, His Grace Henry the Eighth, naked, and down on his knees with the substantially sized cock of a minor court nobleman; who, in some court circles, is already a known poof, named Sir Nicholas DeMomsey-Popington, being shoved up his arse. What do you think you would do, Harry?”

“Go apeshit,” replied Harry after a moment of reflection to take in the scene.

“Right you are, my boy!” said Sir Nicholas. “Even though it had been entirely the Prince’s pleasure that I ‘ungird’ my manly loins for him, once dear pa-pa was involved I was the evil bastard who had used the powers of Satan to bewitch him to perform unnatural acts of the most repugnant nature.

“Well, quicker than you can say bugger me, I was hauled before the Star Chamber for a secret state trial? I was charged with sodomy, treason, witchcraft, consorting with the devil, acts against nature, and everything else the bastards could dream up. The Prince was a very willing witness against me, even going so far as to make up extra shit as if what they already had wasn’t enough to put my arse in the cart. There wasn’t a lot of suspense regarding the verdict, or the final sentence; just what the preliminary punishments would be before the axe fell.”

“So you knew you were going to have a bad day of it then,” said Harry. “I’ve had a bit of that myself now and then.”

“Bad day! —A bad day?” mused Sir Nicholas. “So you think you’ve had bad days do you? Well how about listening to me relate what happened on one of my bad days? I was tied to the back of a cart, stripped stark naked, and made to walk behind the cart followed by a brutish bastard who whipped me every step of the way with a brass wire scourge until my back was nearly devoid of flesh. When we finally arrived at the scaffold, ice-cold brine was poured over the wounds. I guess the bastards didn’t want me to get a nasty infection, eh? I was carried to a raised scaffold at high noon and a halter placed around my neck. The bastards hung me by the neck until I passed out, then they let me down and gave me another refreshingly brisk ice water shower to revive me.

“Then I was laid across a wooden bench and my testicles were slowly crushed one at a time using iron tongs. If I passed out from pain they were considerate enough to wait until I could be revived before they continued the good work. They just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Oh, yes, and the whole time they are doing this the damnable priests had me surrounded, and were telling me about how I would soon be dead and suffering the eternal damnation properly due a sodomite. Going on and on about how hell will be so bad that it would make all this seem like one of my fonder memories I would take with me.”

Harry thought for a moment about the recent kick in the balls he had gotten from Bella, and got a nauseous feeling in his stomach over the idea of someone using a big set of pliers to bust your balls. “Oh, my, that really was a pretty bad day.”

“Thank you for confirming my suspicions on that matter for me, Harry,” said Nicholas rather cheekily. “However they obviously didn’t stop there. The sentence handed down included for my pride and joy, my ten inch pecker to be cut off and burned in a brazier of coals before me.”

“You had a ten inch dick, and they cut it off?” asked Harry, now definitely feeling queasy.

“Yes, but unluckily for me, the retarded executioner couldn’t read very well. He roasted it in the brazier all right, but with it still attached to me. By the time the Lord Sheriff told him what he was suppose to do, there wasn’t much left for the bastards to cut off. Then, after a muttered apology from the Sheriff, who had apparently taken a break from the proceedings to nail a bit of crumpet behind the scaffold, they proceeded to disembowel me and burn my entrails in the brazier too. The smell was pretty bad, so that part went pretty quick. Finally, they stretched my neck over the block to deliver the coup de grace blow. Believe it or not, Harry, at that moment in time, despite the pain, I wanted more than anything else to live.”

“But, Sir Nicholas,” Harry said. “You were a wizard, why didn’t you disapparate, or do something to stop them from torturing and killing you?”

“Well, I wasn’t a very good wizard was I? Wizard training was more haphazard in those days. The best bit of magic I ever managed to pull off is sitting in front of you right now, and it was reflexive magic, something you do without thinking about it. I wanted to stay in this world; I also wanted to revenge myself on Henry for getting me into this damned mess and then turning on me. I wanted to make that royal cocksucker pay. As the axe was raised I focused all my will on remaining alive. After the axe dropped my body was dead, my spirit departed to I don’t know where, and the shadow of my spirit that you see here was cast off and left behind in this world. By becoming a ghost I cheated death, or so I thought, and I set out to take my revenge on Henry.”

“What did you do to Henry the Eighth?” asked Harry.

“I mostly just annoyed him at very inappropriate times. I quickly learned how to make myself visible and audible to only Henry. That is one thing about being a ghost; you learn the ropes quickly; anyway, even if you’re a slow learner it isn’t as if you have a tight schedule to maintain. I’d just pop in at bad times and make his life hell. That’s one reason he had such a bad attitude all his life.

“He was obsessed with producing a male heir, so I went after that. I remember one time I caught him getting a bit of crumpet doggystyle with Anne Boleyn. He had eaten some fish packed in oil for lunch and so I used a bit of it to lubricate up the old finger. Just as he just about to lose his load in her, I got behind him, jammed my finger up his arsehole, and shouted ‘guess whooooo’ in his ear. If you go into that room in Buckingham Palace there is a tapestry on the wall that was there in Henry’s day; and if you know where to look on that tapestry you’ll see a brown stain. I’ve thought a number of times that the British Historical Society should put a sign up by the stain that proclaims it to be the final resting place of Henry the 9th.”

Harry had tried valiantly to keep a straight face during Nicholas’ story, but the last statement made him totally lose it. Harry laughed until he wept at the idea. “It looks like you managed to get even with him, Sir Nicholas.”

“Yes, I did, Harry,” Nicholas replied. “But then Henry got even with me in the worst way possible.”

“What did he do?”

“He got old and died. There was no one to revenge myself upon, and after a short time of seeing the ‘life’ of a ghost I lost the fear of death I’d had. The reasons for becoming a ghost were gone, but I was trapped in this state. I can’t really live again, and I can’t truly die anymore. I’m half in and half out of existence.”

“Is there nothing you can do?” asked Harry.

“No,” Sir Nicholas said sadly, then he looked down at Harry, as if he was gathering his courage to say something. “There is something else you ought to know, Harry. It’s about your friend, Neville. He’s in love with you.”

Harry was shocked. “You mean … really in love … with me?” Nicholas nodded.

“But that can’t be, Neville isn’t … well … gay. He’s dated Ginny…”

“Neville is confused about his sexuality, he is in denial, I was too. But Neville is gay, and he’s in love with you, but he realizes you don’t know of it, or return his love. That other boy, the braggart called Dean, he has been bullying Neville, threatening to tell you, and everyone else, of how he feels about you. I just thought you ought to know. Maybe history won’t repeat itself.”

“History?” asked Harry. “You mean what happened to you?”

“No, Harry, I mean the history of about twenty-five years ago when a young boy who was confused like Neville finally accepted who he was and told the object of his affections of his love, and was laughed at and scorned by the one he cared for. It totally changed that boy, it made him bitter and resentful, and he swore vengeance, and eventually he got it.”

Harry wanted to ask more about the incident, but he could see that the subject was upsetting to Nicholas. He c hanged the subject and the two of them talked for a while longer until the sun had disappeared over the horizon. Then Harry met for a while with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione in the Gryffindor common room to study and just talk. Returning to his rooms about ten o’clock, Harry was horny; he had to relieve himself tonight because he had promised to abstain from sex for three days before Friday night. Winky was available, but Harry craved a more sustentative companion. Winky was all right if that was all he could get in the way of satisfaction, but why eat hamburger when steak was available for the asking? But he dreaded the sleep he would lose traveling back and forth to the Golden Unicorn. Then a stroke of genius hit Harry, Mohammed didn’t have to go to the mountain, he could just call it to him.

Harry used his wand to enter the secret chamber and take rope down to the tunnel. A quick jog to the woodshed entrance had him outside the castle grounds. Now for the stroke of brilliance, if it worked. Harry concentrated to focus his thoughts.

“Poontang, come to Master,” said Harry. A moment later came the little pop that told Harry that he had been right. Poontang as his bonded house elf could come to him once he was outside the castle. “Follow me,” Harry said to Poontang.

Poontang dutifully followed Harry into the tunnel and to the basement room. Once there he had Poontang apparate herself to the Head Boy’s rooms. Harry still had to use the rope. Once in the room, Poontang was amazed to see how small and plain her Master’s other quarters were. Harry decided he would have Poontang setup her own living quarters in the basement room below so she could just stay there at Hogwarts. Anything she needed could be provided by Winky and Dobby. That way the other elves wouldn’t have to know she was there.

Then it was to business, Harry had Poontang transform into a seductively dressed Ginny so that they could have sex. Again, Harry tried to work on pacing himself and extend his pleasure. Harry was elated to find that he was able to control himself better. After Harry’s need was sated, he realized the best part of having Poontang over Winky was afterwards. He still had Ginny there to snuggle up to, and sleep with, all night. Harry slid in bed with her and drifted off to peaceful sleep. But that ended a little after dawn.

Harry felt pure magical power rain down around him, he sat bolt upright in bed. Beside him he saw Ginny standing by the bed her hands out in front of her, both glowing with pure power. At the foot of the bed Harry saw Winky and Dobby standing there, looking back at Ginny with their hands raised and glowing also, but not nearly with the intensity that Poontang’s were.

“Master, you is in danger,” cried Winky, who looked a bit spooked. “That is not human next to you, it is an evil elf in disguise. We will protect you from it, Master.”

“Who is you?” asked Dobby. “Why is you with our Master?”

“I is Poontang, and I is protecting my Master,” said Poontang as she slowly returned to her natural elf form from Ginny. “Why is you entering my Master’s room unbidden?”

“Stop it now!” said Harry in a firm but hushed toned. He didn’t need Pansy to hear any of this. “I order all of you to stop what you’re doing. I’m not in danger. You are all my elves.”

All three immediately obeyed Harry and stopped their power struggle. Harry felt the waves of energy subside. Hopefully, no one else had detected them, the last thing he needed was more jokes about house elves following him around. The three all stared at each other, and then at Harry. Harry made introductions to all the elves and informed them he was Master to all of them.

“Winky is not satisfying Master anymore?” she asked in a hurt sounding voice.

“Poontang can do more for Master than Winky,” replied Poontang very proudly.

“Stop arguing,” said Harry. “I’m not dissatisfied with you, Winky, Poontang is from my other house where I go on the weekends. She is able to do special things for me that you can’t, you have to remember that you’re going to have a baby soon. You need to pace yourself. Anyway, I still need you. There are times that I’m going to have Poontang stay here with me, but I don’t want anyone else to know about it. Not even the other elves, so you and Dobby are not to tell them she’s here. I need you to serve me here, and to help Poontang be able to stay hidden when she’s here with me.”

Though Winky still seemed a bit hurt, she and Poontang seemed to call a truce because Harry ordered them to. Since Harry couldn’t have any more sex until Friday night, it was best to simply remove temptation. He had Poontang return to the Golden Unicorn.

Wednesday and Thursday passed slowly as Harry waited for the weekend. Harry used Hedwig to send a message to Fred and George that he had Snape’s book and would send it to them shortly. He also included that he would like them to send him another box full of the Tickle Twat Mints, Cum Creams, and whatever else they were working on.

Harry worked out every day, and found that exercise caused his testosterone production to increase. To make matters worse, Winky kept wanting to service Harry’s balls and acting hurt when Harry told her that he was saving himself for the weekend. She acted like she knew exactly whom Harry was saving himself for, but Harry had already learned from the House Elf guidebook that he shouldn’t set a bad precedent by explaining himself to the elves.

Finally, it was Friday morning! Harry could hardly wait to get his Head Boy chores done. Everything was ready. Immediately after breakfast Harry had attended the weekly Hogwarts faculty and staff meeting. The only thing which Harry had experienced at Hogwarts which rivaled a faculty meeting for boredom was one of Professor Binns’ History of Magic classes.

Professor McGonagall had given him a strange look when Harry informed her he was planning to leave at noon, but would be back in plenty of time the next day to supervise the Quidditch match. Harry figured she had been in contact with Moody about Harry’s movements the past weekend. She might be in cahoots with him now thought Harry.

The Headmistress surveyed Harry’s statement that he was planning to do some additional training at the Grimmauld House with the same coolness reserved for a student excuse for not having his homework ready on time. Returning to his room Harry picked up his valise and put his invisibility cloak inside it. Before he left Harry had Dobby check over the valise, the cloak, and himself for tracer spells. Dobby found none. Harry told Dobby to go to the Grimmauld House and check all his possessions, and the house, for tracking spells.

As Harry was leaving for the front gate, Harry saw Ron saying good-bye to Hermione who was also leaving for the weekend. Ron appeared quite put out that Hermione was going away again without taking him.

“But why can’t I go with you?” he asked. “What kind of job requires you to be off on your own on the weekends like this? You know the Gryffindor Quidditch team is hosting the season opener party tonight. I’m on the team, how will it look if I have to go alone?”

“Oh, no!” thought Harry. Ginny was on the team too. She’d be expecting Harry to be there with her tonight to escort her, how was he going to get out of this one? Hermione turned and left Ron standing there with a hurt look on his face. She glanced at Harry as she passed, but said nothing. Ron looked over and saw that Harry had his bag ready also. The frown on his face deepened.

“So you’re off too then, Harry?” he said. “Ginny figured that the two of you would have tonight together. She’s got something special planned for the two of you.”

“Tell her I have to be gone tonight,” Harry said. “But I’ll return tomorrow in time for the match and I will be here the rest of the weekend. I just have to be gone today and tonight, and I can’t say why.”

“Auror business?” asked Ron. Harry merely gave a short nod in return. “She’s not going to like it is all I can say. Even if it is Ministry business. Besides that big git, Dean Thomas, has been hanging around her again. He’s noticed that you’re not around much.”

Walking to the front gate Harry saw Hermione already waiting there. There were not as many leaving this week as last, the novelty had worn off and many didn’t have the money to go anywhere interesting. With the first chime of noon the air was filled with cracking sounds as seventh years departed the grounds. Harry focused his mind on the entry in Grimmauld Place and felt the queasy distortion as he apparated there.

Dobby was waiting there with the package of goodies from Fred and George. A note from Fred with the box told Harry that a generous supply of Tickle Twat Mint and Cum Creams were included. There was also a request that they were very interested in having Harry report back how well they worked, also they wanted to hear what Ginny thought of them too.

“Uh oh,” thought Harry. “They think I’m using these on Ginny. If they ask her about them then I’ll have some really big explaining to do.” Harry knew he had to come up with some reason to make the brothers think he wasn’t the one actually using the products. He couldn’t just tell them he wasn’t using them on Ginny, her brothers were too close to her not to tell her that he was using the mints on someone else.

Inside the package they also included a number of flavored Cum Creams; the brothers had now included flavors in the creams that made the males cum quite flavorful. There were an array of common flavors including chocolate, peppermint, spearmint, and wintergreen. Harry didn’t have time to go over it all so just packed the box in his bag and made ready to go.

Dobby checked Harry again for tracking devices. Then Harry carried him down to the garage to check the motorbike stored there. Sure enough Dobby found another enchanted Knut stuck under the seat. Harry decided to have a little fun on his way to Godric’s Hollow with his pursuers. Pushing the bike out into the open, he took off on the road headed south towards the Thames. When he hit an open patch of motorway where he could fly without being seen Harry left the ground and began to fly silent and invisible.

After a bit of flying towards the coast Harry saw what he was looking for, it was the express train on its way to the Chunnel and Paris. The train moved at high speed and it stretched the limits of the bike to catch up and match speeds with the train. Hovering directly over an air exhaust vent, Harry leaned over and dropped the Knut into the vent.

“Let Moody track that,” thought Harry. Harry had come to believe that the real reason Moody had given him the weekend off from training was just so he could lure him into a sense of false security and try to track him. Fortunately, Moody didn’t know about Harry owning any house elves other than Kreacher.

The tracking device disposed of, Harry turned north to seek out Godric’s Hollow, he wasn’t absolutely sure how to get there, but he had his wand and direction finder spells to help him navigate. When got over the upland hill country, Harry would land about every fifteen minutes and use his wand to point the direction to the Golden Unicorn. It certainly wasn’t as fast as apparition, but it worked. About four in the afternoon Harry arrived in Godric’s Hollow. Harry landed the motorbike out of sight. Putting on his invisibility cloak just in case anyone was watching, Harry called Poontang to him. Harry had her check himself and the bike again for tracking spells or devices. None was found, so Poontang was given the task of delivering the motorbike to the Delacour Villa. Harry used the portal to enter his rooms. He was home.

Harry had a shower while Poontang brought him a snack and laid out clean clothing for him. Poontang brought news that Harry was expected for dinner in the Delacour’s suite at 8:30. Harry was aching for release, and he was excited about the prospect of being with Fleur tonight. Despite that, he felt he could get in a nap on the veranda, as he wanted to be fresh for her tonight. As Harry lay there he saw faithful Poontang take up a guardian position in the corner. She’d watch over him while he slept.

Harry awoke at eight, stretched a bit, and began getting ready for dinner. He used Poontang to dress him in a flash, something Harry absolutely adored, then brushed his teeth and applied his cologne. He was just finishing up when he saw the future mother of his first-born child step into the room. As usual, Fleur was sexy and gorgeous. She wore sporty wedge sandals with leg wrappings up to her knees, sexy white short shorts, and a light blue peasant blouse. She moved like a goddess up to Harry and gently kissed his lips while her eyes locked on to his. With her hand she tenderly fondled Harry’s balls through his trousers.

“Well, Harry, have you been saving up for me?” she asked playfully.

Harry gulped as waves of desire ran across his body, though he wished he could have come up with a snappy reply all he could gasp out was “yes.”

“I think it’s time I made a withdrawal from my account then,” she continued to tease Harry, knowing she was causing havoc with his hormones. “Be patient just a little bit longer baby, I’ll make it worth every minute you spent in discomfort. I promise it.”

Leading him back to their flat Harry dined with Fleur, Gabrielle, and Desiree on an excellent meal of smoked salmon, with a delicious green salad, and fresh fruit for afters. The fare was intentionally light and the portions a bit small, but Harry knew that he didn’t need to be stuffed for the evening ahead. When the dishes were cleared and a final glass of wine was served they went out on the veranda to sit, talk, and digest. Gabrielle had the night’s duty and soon had to leave after giving Harry a passionate kiss that reawakened the carnal feelings the food and conversation had momentarily suppressed.

“I’ll get the evening shift started,” she said to her mother, and then turning to her sister she winked. “Call me if you need any help … or advice.”

Fleur simply smiled her most wonderful and charming ladylike smile, and flashed her little sister an obscene gesture with her hand.

“All right, Harry, do you want to go ahead and get things done?” Desiree asked. When Harry nodded in the affirmative, she stood and walked towards the door back into the flat. “Would you rather do it here in Fleur’s room, or in your own room?”

“Is my room all right?” he asked looking at Fleur. She nodded yes and they joined hands and followed Desiree inside.

Crossing to Harry’s flat, Fleur made a quick trip to the bathroom then came into the bedroom and stripped off. Harry took a turn at having a pee and then got into bed with her. She was lying on her back on the bed and had a spare pillow already under her hips to tilt them up. Desiree was standing there looking as though she was going to remain through it all. That embarrassed Harry a bit, but he figured he was so horny by now he could perform even if all of Hogwarts were watching him do it, except maybe Ginny.

Harry knelt on the bed between Fleur’s legs and Desiree reached around him to stroke his cock and fondle his balls until he achieved a full erection. She deftly applied the Priapus Potion to Harry’s swollen penis with her finger, massaging the slick jell into his flesh. She kissed Harry gently on the back of the neck as Harry became rock hard in her grasp. Fleur pulled herself into position so that her pink womanhood was directly beneath Harry’s cock. Desiree gently guided Harry down through the pubic cleft and into the warm wet depths of Fleur’s vagina. Harry was surprised at how long his cock seemed to be as it just went deeper and deeper into Fleur’s pink paradise.

When Harry’s cock was buried to the hilt inside Fleur, Desiree gave Harry a final kiss on the cheek and said, “you two kids have fun now, call me when you are done.” Fleur waved goodbye to her mother as she strode out of the bedroom.

“I’m ready, Harry,” Fleur said as her eyes locked on to Harry’s. “Make me a mummy.”

“I’ll do my best, Ma’am,” said Harry trying to do his best John Wayne impression, which even though Harry knew it was incredibly lame, seemed to loosen the tension between them.

“After all,” thought Harry with a great deal of self-satisfaction, “It’s just sex with a girl. It wasn’t like he was doing something he hadn’t done before, or even hadn’t done before with this girl.” That was a very reassuring thought. For just the briefest moment Harry examined the situation, his cock was rock hard, and buried to the root inside the twat of a very beautiful woman. Less than two months ago if this had happened he wouldn’t have made it this far in her before he came. Now Harry was able to control himself, and was plotting how he was going to please Fleur before he relieved his own need inside her.

Getting back on task, Harry began to stroke his cock in and out slowly, keeping eye contact on Fleur. She began to move to match his rhythm, when they would meet in the middle Harry could feel his balls slapping against Fleur’s arse. As the rhythm was set, Fleur put her heels on Harry’s shoulders and let him dictate the pace. Harry began to perspire after a few minutes, but the workouts were already having a bit of an effect at helping Harry’s stamina.

Fleur closed her eyes, laid her head back on the pillow, and began to moan softly as Harry continued to stroke her. After a bit, the moaning escalated and Fleur reached down to begin fingering her clit furiously. Harry surprised himself at how well he was holding up, this was definitely more enjoyable than losing yourself quickly inside the girl. It spread the sex act out and gave Harry a longer time frame to view the act in. He could appreciate the true pleasure of the entire sex act and not be concerned only with the final pleasure of ejaculation.

After a few more minutes, Fleur began to show signs of approaching orgasm. Her soft moans began to be louder, and came closer together as her womanly passion built. To Harry it was the greatest aphrodisiac he could possibly think of, to hear a beautiful woman moaning in pleasure and saying his name as he made love to her. Then Fleur began to make a string of ‘oh’ sounds as her body began to lightly convulse in time with Harry’s rhythm. Harry grinned, somebody was about to have an orgasm. A few seconds later, Harry felt Fleur’s vaginal muscles tighten on his shaft and her warm womanly juices begin coating his scrotum and dripping down onto the sheets. There would definitely be a mess for the elves to clean up.

“Ummmm, I just came, baby,” Fleur said almost breathlessly in a low sexy tone to Harry. “Your turn now, get what you need.”

Harry quickened his pace to accommodate short deep strokes, and relaxed his defenses against ejaculation. He felt his body tense up for the moment of pleasure, and then he climaxed. They both gasped in pleasure as the seed was transferred between them. At last the spasms stopped and Harry could start getting his breath back, he sucked deep lungfulls of air into his body. Gradually his breathing returned to near normal and he basked in the pleasant afterglow of orgasm. Fleur arranged herself so she could pull up to face Harry and give him a deep loving kiss while she made a quick motion with her wand towards the door.

“That was wonderful, Harry,” said Fleur. “May I complement you on an excellent and very satisfying performance? You’ve come a long way in a short time.”

“Thanks to you and your family,” answered Harry, as this time he took back the initiative and lay Fleur back on the bed and began kissing her. Desiree and Gabrielle appeared beside the couple in response to Fleur’s mental summons. While Harry’s cock was still fully embedded inside Fleur, Desiree made several incantations over Fleur’s lower belly while gently massaging her abdomen. Gabrielle knelt beside the pair, placing one hand on Harry’s shoulder and the other on her sister’s shoulder; she smiled down at her sister and winked.

”Harry,” Desiree said to him quietly. “Is it by your free will that you join with this witch and conceive this child as your mortal heir?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Do you willingly endow this child with all the power of your bloodline?”

“Yes, I do.”

Desiree then looked at her eldest daughter. “Fleur, do you willingly accept the seed of this wizard to be the father of your child?”

“I do.”

“Do you endow this child with all the power of your bloodline and make it your mortal heir?”

“Yes,” Fleur answered quietly.

Desiree looked at Gabrielle, “Do you accept your sister’s child as the heir of the bloodline of your ancestors?”

“I do,” replied Gabrielle solemnly, then she grinned broadly at Fleur. Harry at this point was wondering why all the ‘yes’s’ and ‘I do’s’ were necessary just to make a baby.

“Fleur, as the child’s mother it is your choice whether it shall be a boy or a girl?”

Fleur looked up into Harry’s beautiful green eyes and smiled. “I desire it to be a boy,” she said in a way that to Harry seemed almost as if she were making a selection from the menu in a takeout stand. He wondered how she could seem so calm and assured.

At that moment Desiree returned to making hurried incantations and Harry felt an energy force pass through his body into Fleur. It was almost like the pull when apparating, but strangely different. Desiree smiled and looked up at Harry, “It is done …you have completed your part of the bargain.”

With a bit of effort Harry and Fleur separated. Desiree and Gabrielle carried her to their apartment to rest up. Harry showered and went out on the veranda in his robe and soft flip-flops to get some sleep, but found he couldn’t. It seemed so strange to him, he’d just made a baby. He was seventeen years old, and he was going to be a father in nine months, if he lived that long. He wondered what it had been like for his dad when he and mum had made him; maybe it was even in the same bed he’d just made their grandson in tonight.

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It was getting near curfew at Hogwarts as Ginny sat in the Great Hall alone sobbing softly. Her Mum had sent her another package of her homemade cakes to try to make up for banning her from Hogsmeade. It didn’t work, but it was all she had at the moment so she nibbled on them.

She couldn’t believe it; Harry had left her alone again this weekend too. No explanation, not even an apology. He just left. Where the hell was he going? Why wouldn’t he tell her? Was it because he was afraid to tell her? Or ashamed to?

Ron had said that Harry told him he’d be back tomorrow in time for the match, but the start of the Quidditch season parties had been tonight. She had planned to wear her best dress to the party with the Head Boy, Harry, on her arm. Then she and Harry would head for his private lounge. Maybe she couldn’t shag him in his bedroom, but she could damn sure blow him in his study. Ginny was getting tired of virginity; it was time to grow up.

There was a stirring behind her and she saw Dean Thomas walk in to the hall. Seeing her, he came over and sat down beside her. He had a six-pack of butter beers with him. He pointed his wand at two of them and recited “frigieo.” The butter beers immediately went to perfect ice-cold drinking temperature. With another wave of his wand the tops popped off. He handed one to Ginny and took a sip from the other. Ginny drank half of the bottle in one gulp.

“You look like you needed a friend,” said Dean with a grin. “And a butterbeer, or two.”

“You got that right,” said Ginny trying to laugh through a sob. She looked at Dean and started remembering what a kind and considerate man he had been last year. She couldn’t really remember why they had broken up, or why she thought so much there for a while of Harry. Dean had never left her alone like this; he had always been attentive to her.

“Buy a girl another?” asked Ginny after she drained the first bottle.

“My pleasure,” answered Dean as he chilled and opened another bottle. Ginny took it and drained the bottle in one long gulp.

“Want to talk about it?” asked Dean.

“No!” said Ginny as she reached out and put her arms around Dean and kissed him. “Let’s go find some place with a little privacy.”

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Harry lay there wide awake in his bed at the Golden Unicorn until he heard sounds of the last partiers leaving for the night. It was just after five, closing time. Harry went back inside the living room, through the transparent front door he saw Gabrielle coming back to the Delacour family flat after her night’s tour of duty as manager. She looked a bit tired; she had taken off her high heels and was holding them by the straps as she started to use her wand to enter the flat. Harry opened the door behind her, startling her a little bit.

“Hi, Gabrielle,” said Harry. “How did things go tonight?”

“Oh, Just the usual Friday night crowd,” she replied. “Only a couple of troublemakers, too much firewhiskey. I told them to leave and one of them threw a punch at my head; now he’s lying in the fetal position in an oubliette somewhere wishing he had been born a girl.”

“I bet he’ll be walking funny when he gets out too,” said Harry. Gabrielle just laughed and nodded her head. Harry noticed that even hearing her laugh about busting some poor sod’s nuts was sexy. “At least he won’t be interested in beating up girls for a while.”

“I don’t think he’ll be interested in girls at all for a while,” she said with a grin. “But what the hell are you doing up so early? The look on your face after Fleur drained out that massive load you had saved up had me thinking that you’d need ten or twelve hours sleep just to regain consciousness.”

“Couldn’t go to sleep.”

“Well I’m usually not sleepy immediately after a shift either,” Gabrielle said while reaching inside Harry’s robe and running a finger down his chest. “I like to loosen up a bit in the hot tub out at the villa. You know what, if you’re a good boy, and you ask nicely, you could receive an invitation to accompany me. Maybe I can put you to sleep even if my sister can’t.”

Harry started to decline the invitation, but the wandering finger had left his chest and had rambled down to his nether regions. There the finger had made a home beneath Harry’s scrotum and had begun soft, slow, incredibly sensual movements back and forth against the bottoms of his testicles. For some reason the sensation was maddening. He couldn’t move away, and he couldn’t think of anything other than the rising lust in his loins.

Harry could hear Gabrielle’s teasing voice as if it were from a long distance off in his mind. “I’m not going to stop doing this until you ask to come with me,” she said playfully, “I’m a Veela, and you know you can’t resist me.”

“May I please come with you to the villa?” Harry asked, almost gasping the question.

“Yes, you may,” she answered. The finger was withdrawn and the almost painful need eased. She beckoned Harry to follow behind her. Harry started to protest that he had no clothes on, just a loose robe.

“Harry, what activities did you think we were going to participate in that requires clothes?” she said a bit scornfully. “ Or for that matter, for which clothing is a recommended option?”

Sitting in the hot tub on the veranda at the villa together they talked about the night’s events. The soothing water and the easy conversation had its desired effect and Harry began to grow drowsy. Finally, Gabrielle took Harry by the hand and carried him to her bedroom. Laying him across the bed she lay beside and across him and gave him a deliciously satisfying blowjob. Afterward, she told the house elves to wake them at noon, and then lay down beside him. That did the trick for Harry, within minutes he had drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep in Gabrielle’s arms.

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“Not a bad start,” thought Dean Thomas to himself as he lay back in his dorm room bed at Hogwarts. Ginny had carried him up to the Divination Tower where there were some cushy loungers that were used to get students relaxed and in the mood to forecast the future. Of course, the students had always found better uses for the loungers than that.

Lying back, with Ginny in his arms, Dean had thought for a bit that victory would be his on the first try. He had let her finish off the rest of the Butterbeers while he had continued playing the concerned friend bit. It had paid off, Ginny finally became amorous, but her guard wasn’t completely down. Still, Dean had gotten further than last year, as Ginny had gotten topless and wanked him to orgasm while he had kissed and suckled her luscious nipples. She had definitely been impressed with what she had pulled out of his trousers, and she seemed to enjoy his attentions to her body. She only stopped him when he attempted to run his fingers down the front of her knickers.

Not wanting to lose the advantage already gained by appearing too hasty to get in her knickers, Dean had apologized profusely and lay back to enjoy his wank. Afterwards, he had showered her with thank-you’s, and went back to his room. Dean smiled as he reached down and lightly scratched his scrotum. “Not much longer now,” he said softly to himself. This was going to be easier than he had thought.