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Chapter 24: The Boy of Her Dreams

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It was noon when a house elf awoke Harry and Gabrielle. A quick lunch had been prepared and Harry was ready to return to the Golden Unicorn by 12:30. Harry took a quick shower and Poontang dressed him and apparated him to the gates of Hogwarts. Harry arrived on the Quidditch field with a little over an hour remaining before the start.

At 1:00, the prefects arrived, except Hermione, to handle any crowd control problems. Everything went well, until Harry saw Ginny and Ron moving into the stands. As players on the Gryffindor house team, they would be extremely interested observers of the match, wanting to pinpoint the weaknesses of both teams for when they played them. Harry raised his hand to get their attention, Ron made a simple return wave, but Ginny looked away. Ron had been right, thought Harry, Ginny was sorely pissed off that Harry had missed the party last night. Harry knew he had to make it up to her, and he figured he knew how to do it.

The latest round of liaisons with the Delacour’s had left Harry with a manhood of very respectable length. What he had considered a boyish three inch ‘peter’ last summer, had grown into a quite respectable ‘dick’ of nearly seven inches. He still wanted it a bit larger, but he knew that he no longer had anything to be ashamed of when he unzipped his trousers in front of a woman. Now, even when limp, Harry could still feel his cock coiled up in his underpants like a sleeping dragon.

Looking at himself in the mirror that morning Harry had seen that there was a definitely noticeable bulge in the crotch of his jeans that hadn’t been there a little while ago. The school robes hid it well while at Hogwarts, but Harry knew he could walk down the streets of Godric’s Hollow now and be noticed by the girls. However, there was one girl that Harry intended this bulge for tonight. It was time for him to start being a true boyfriend to Ginny. Harry knew he had kept her waiting long enough, but now she’d have the kind of man she wanted and deserved. Unless something went seriously wrong, Ginny was spending the night in the Head Boy’s room, in bed with the Head Boy losing her virginity.

The Quidditch match was hardly worth turning out for as Hufflepuff always seemed to have the poorest players among its ranks. The Slytherins were able to demolish them 250 to 20 without even having to resort to dirty tricks. Even the Slytherin House benches seemed disappointed; winning fairly sort of went against their general rules of conduct.

As the game ended and the bleachers cleared Harry tried to catch Ginny before she got away, but all he saw was her back as she walked towards the castle besides Dean Thomas. So, Ron had been right. That son of a bitch, Dean Thomas, was making a play to get Ginny back. If Dean figured on cutting in on Harry he’d have a real fight on his hands.

Later in the Gryffindor common room, Harry caught up to Ginny, with Dean at her side. “Hello, Ginny, I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

“Where were you last night, Harry?” she asked coldly. “I thought you would escort me at the season opening party, but you were gone, without even a word to me.”

“Good thing I was here to help out, Ginny,” said Dean, “I would have never left you in the lurch like that. It was pretty rude of you, Harry.”

“I need to talk to you alone, Ginny,” Harry said while completely ignoring the presence of Dean. “There was a misunderstanding about last night. If you’ll listen to me for a few minutes I can clear things up for you.”

“Can you, Harry?” she asked. “Can you explain why I hardly ever see you, why I hardly ever have any time alone with you? Why I’m alone on weekends? Can you explain to me where you go on the weekends, what you are doing? Can you explain to me why you’ve changed? You’re not the same Harry Potter I knew last summer. You are seeing someone else aren’t you?”

“Yeah, Potter,” chimed in Dean. “What’s going on, why are you treating Ginny so badly?”

Harry turned slowly to face Dean and did his best to give him the ‘don’t-fuck-with-me- I’m-dangerous’ stare that Tonks had tried to teach him back last summer. He knew he wasn’t as good at it as she had been, but Harry saw Dean gulp a bit when they made eye contact. “This isn’t any of your affairs, Thomas. So I strongly suggest you pull your long nose out of it while you still can.”

“Are you threatening me, Potter?” Dean said in a loud voice that he knew would draw attention.

“Yes,” said Harry with a hard grin across his face. “And what do you think you’re going to do about it, huh? Do you want to duel with me? It’s still light enough outside to see, how about a little walk into the Forbidden Forest, eh? Just you and me. Two go in, only one comes out.”

“No…,” said the now rattled Dean, for some strange reason he’d expected Potter would back down from confrontation. “I don’t want violence; if there’s trouble here it’ll be you that starts it.”

“And it’ll be me that ends it too, I’ll wager,” snarled Harry. “Don’t cross me, Thomas, you have no idea who you’re fucking with.”

Dean backed off unsure how to proceed. He’d wanted to provoke Harry a bit, make himself look like a big man in front of Ginny; but he’d seen what happened to Yaxley, he didn’t want that to happen to him. Time to try a different strategy, time to play the race card.

“I see it now,” shouted Dean to the crowd. “You don’t want me talking to Ginny because she’s white and I’m black. I thought attitudes like that went out long ago in proper magical families, but I see there are still people like you who believe in keeping the old hatreds alive and well. ”

“Fuck you, Thomas,” replied Harry in a disgusted tone. “I don’t like you because you’re a lying little shit. I’m not buying into your game. Now either face me like a man, or get out of my face you cowardly little prat.”

Dean looked around for support, but everyone turned away from him. Most everyone who knew Dean Thomas thought he was a big-mouthed arsehole too, and couldn’t care less about him. Now Dean was stymied, this hadn’t gone as expected. A discreet retreat seemed the most appropriate course at the moment. He could retaliate later when it was safe. With only a brief glance at Ginny, Dean turned and walked away.

Harry turned back to Ginny. “What the hell is all this about? I couldn’t be here for you last night; I had something I had to do. I can’t explain what I’m doing, and I won’t try.”

“You are never with me, Harry,” Ginny said almost as a sob. “I’ve waited and waited, but you seem to get more remote. You aren’t the same as you were last year, you’ve changed.”

“Yes, I have changed,” said Harry. “But who wouldn’t with what I’ve seen. For that matter, you’ve changed too. The question is does the new you still want the new me?”

“I’m not sure anymore, Harry.”

“You’ve let Dean Thomas fill your head with a bunch of shit then.”

“Harry, the only way Dean could have done that to me is if he was here and you weren’t.”

“Ginny, I need to know, do you want me to be here with you tonight, or to go?” he asked, now exasperated at Ginny’s sudden new attitude.

“I’ve got to think about this, Harry,” Ginny said hesitantly, inside she loved Harry and wanted to be with him, but the effects of the spell that had been cast on her blurred her thoughts. “I’m just so confused at the moment.”

“Do you want me to stay with you or go? I’ll abide by your decision.”

“I need time to think if we are able to continue on like we planned; so if those are my only two choices, then I choose go.”

“Then I’ll leave you to think things over. I’ll be back Monday morning, if you’ve thought things through then please let me know what you’ve decided.”

Once Harry was outside the main gate his eyes teared up, he had done all of this so he could be what Ginny had wanted him to be. Now he found she didn’t seem to want him at all. If a great git like Dean Thomas was what she wanted now then she deserved him. Yes, Harry had definitely changed since July; he was a different man in many respects. Most importantly, Harry had options. He had a place to go, and he was going there now.

Leaving Hogwarts behind him, Harry apparated to the Golden Unicorn. His mind was ablaze with anger, he didn’t need Ginny, wasn’t she the one who had said that she had nothing to offer him except herself, her love. Just a week ago she said she’d be his bitch if he wanted her to be. Now she’d turned against him, with more than a little help from Dean Thomas no doubt.

Harry was the one who had something to offer; he had wealth, he had property, he had absolute control of one of the best money making and power broking establishments in all of Britain. Harry had a lot to offer a girl, and he’d have more to offer soon. Then there was Fleur and Gabrielle, both beautiful, both powerful, both had never refused him an invitation to their beds. Then there was Desiree, a woman of incredible beauty and savvy. All of them were already bonded to him.

Harry called Poontang back to him to prepare him a bit of dinner. The elf informed Harry that Desiree had the evening’s management duty, and Fleur and Gabrielle were away for the night visiting London. It would just be himself for company tonight. Harry walked out on the veranda to think, he considered that in the current circumstances it might be better to let Ginny go. Fleur was to have Harry’s child, she had indicated that Harry had no direct responsibility beyond fathering the baby, but maybe she might be willing to accept Harry as more than that. She’d certainly be more understanding of Harry living on the upper floor of a bordello than Ginny.

Standing there in his veranda Harry pondered the future while watching the flow of street customers coming in the front doors to access the first floor clubs. The more elite clientele who chose to be anonymous generally had a portal scheduled to enter directly. Still it was interesting to watch the crowds looking for familiar faces. It was about that time that Harry spotted a very familiar face in the crowd, then several others with it. “This couldn’t be happening,” thought Harry. “She’s coming here tonight?”

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Hermione Granger was awakened about eleven in the morning by Angelina who told her to shift her arse if she wanted to go shopping with the gang. Hermione declined Slave Peter’s request to assist her in showering and dressing, and made it just in time to leave with the group. Madam Hooch apparated the whole group to a very exclusive restaurant in Paris only a few blocks from the Eiffel Tower. There they had their lunch and planned their afternoon.

After lunch, they headed out into the salons where Hooch treated all the girls to the works: shampoo, haircut, makeup and styling. Then it was to the haute couture boutiques of Paris to shop. The more experienced three of the group already had an extensive wardrobe, so the focus of this shopping spree was to equip Hermione to be the fashionably attired witch. Even though Hermione complained that she already had more clothes and shoes than she would ever need she was told her wardrobe was still quite deficient in some critical areas. Then came the accessories shops where Hermione was again the focus of attention for a selection of the latest summer and winter shoes, boots, sandals, belts, and handbags. The final stop was the jeweler shops for a little conspicuous consumption by all.

After exiting each store, the purchases made were sent back via slave to the villa. At last the girls were quite exhausted and sat at a street café for coffee. For the first time in her life Hermione was really enjoying being a witch, and being in the company of other adult witches. Nevertheless, she felt some apprehension over all the purchases that had been made, by her estimation they had spent over 150,000 euros on a four-hour shopping and makeover spree.

“Well, my dear,” said Hooch. “What does our newest team member think of our weekend outing so far.”

“It’s been thoroughly awesome,” Hermione replied. “But what about all the money we’ve spent, won’t the Ministry be angry at the expense?”

“My dear, dear Hermione, we’ve already had this little talk last weekend, remember?” said Hooch in a slightly condescending way. “We are witches moving amongst muggles. That’s the same as lionesses prowling amongst lambs. We have such power and resources at our disposal compared to them, that it is almost humorous to think of it.”

“I understand about the credit cards, but where does the muggle money come from to pay for all this?” asked Hermione.

“The muggles provide it for us themselves by just being muggles,” said Madam Hooch with a slight sigh. “The muggle banks lose millions every day through a varied assortment of transaction errors, computer malfunctions, and even just simple rounding errors. Most of the time they don’t even notice the loss. For some strange reason every lost Farthing ends up with us. Now take magical banking. If a Gringott’s Goblin lost a Knut for the bank he’d be flayed alive and served for supper still screaming, literally.”

The brief repast at the café over, the group returned to the villa in Godric’s Hollow to prepare for the evening’s activities, club hopping on the hill, and a visit to one of the Golden Unicorn’s select rooms. Hermione knew about the Unicorn and its claim to fame. She was still a bit leery about an actual visit. Angelina and Katie tried to calm her nerves.

“Hermione, let’s face it, you’re still a virgin,” said Katie. “You need to get laid for real tonight.”

“They are just elves,” added Angelina. “There is no pregnancy, no disease, and all discretion. You have your room and your elf to yourself, the elf becomes what you want it to be, you can do what you want to with the elf. Make the elf become your boyfriend Ron, and I assure you you’ll have a much better time with it than the real thing. The elves are masters at giving sexual pleasure; they were literally made for it.”

“I don’t know that I want an elf … down there. I don’t know that I’d even like it,” said Hermione.

Angelina and Katie traded knowing glances and smiled fiendishly, then they both broke out in a chorus of “oh, oh, oh” and “ooooh” mocking Hermione last night as she had truly orgasmed for the first time.

“You enjoyed having an elf down there last night, Hermione,” said Katie. “A whole lot by the sound of it.”

“You mean… the slaves…oh, no …no,” muttered Hermione.

“Girlfriend, where do think we would get actual muggle ‘slaves’ from?” asked a laughing Angelina.

”The Minister of Magic would shit and fall back in it if he found out we had enslaved real muggles and did stuff like this to them,” added Katie. “The Garden of Delights is owned by the same Goblins who run the Golden Unicorn. The slaves are just elves from the Golden Unicorn, when we rent the villa the elves come with it as the servant staff. We’ve kinda have this ongoing femdom slave fantasy thing we’ve been doing there for about a year or so. The elves know what we want and give it to us. It’s all just a charade.”

“So…last night…Slave Dick…was…,” muttered Hermione.

“Just an elf,” finished Angelina. “They have the ability to be better than the real thing. For example, have you actually seen Ron’s dick yet?” Hermione nodded that she had.

“How long is it,” asked a grinning Katie. Hermione used her fingers to indicate about three and a half inches.

“You did tell him that size doesn’t really matter didn’t you?” asked Katie snickering.

“As long as one end is connected to you…” chimed in Angelina.

Hermione nodded sheepishly, “Yes, I told him the standard lie. I think he believed it.” The three witches laughed together at the idiocy and gullibility of the male of the species.

“Now, how long would you really like it to be?” asked Katie. Hermione needed both hands now to show that distance. The two older girls ‘woo hoo’d at the length. “Then tell that to your elf tonight when you get some. Tell him you want him to be Ron, but with a dick like a centaur.”

“And voila, the real magic begins,” said Angelina.

About a half hour after dark, the quartet began their expedition to the Golden Unicorn. Hermione had chosen her outfit well for the most part according to her companions. She had on a pair of Jimmy Choo gold colored strappy sandals with four-inch heels. The shoes felt deliciously sinful to Hermione, and her girlfriends assured her she’d give some wizards erections just by walking in the door. Over this was a midthigh length midnight black dress that showed every curve in Hermione’s now well proportioned frame. The dress also plunged deeply in front to display Hermione’s ample cleavage. Around her waist was a wide golden leather belt, with a special holder for a wand. Matching Dior pearl earrings and necklace completed the ensemble. At the final review there was only one minor adjustment demanded by the girls.

“Girlfriend, do I detect panty lines beneath that dress?” asked Angelina.

“Well the dress is awfully short…,” started Hermione.

There was a chorus of ‘no’s from the group as Madam Hooch stepped forward. “We are four sexy witches looking to get laid, and we’re going in there ready for action. That means that as of now commando rules of engagement are in effect, and Commando Rule #1 is to jettison all unnecessary gear. Where we’re going we don’t need any knickers.”

“They just get in the way, girlfriend,” said Angelina.

“Literally!” added Katie.

“But I don’t know that I can do it,” fumbled Hermione. “I’ve never had a guy put it in there; I don’t know what to do.”

“Hermione,” said Hooch. “When you’re staring at a creature so lovely and masculine that Adonis looks like a troll in comparison, and you see that 10 inch, blue-veined, throbbing, rock-hard cock straining between his legs, pointing straight at you, sister, you’ll know what to do with it.”

“And if you don’t, he will, trust me, they do stuff like this for a living,” added Katie.

While the others watched, Hermione reached under and pulled the knickers off, and then tried to pull the dress down further. The three laughed and assured her that nothing vital was exposed. Then the four went to the portal to go to the hill. There they joined the milling crowd of mostly young wizards and witches headed to the sex clubs at the Golden Unicorn. The group of sexily dressed witches was drawing stares from the horny young wizards lining the streets. It was that focus that drew the gaze of Harry as he watched the group approach, finally recognizing the members as Madam Hooch, Katie, Angelina, and Hermione.

It took a second look for Harry to be sure it was really Hermione. She had a different haircut, much more flattering than the older mop like cut she’d had as a student. Harry had never seen Hermione dressed in such a manner either, she was wearing sexy heels, and a revealing slinky dress. Harry could easily tell Hermione wasn’t wearing a bra. Looking at the crotch area with his now more practiced eye, Harry wondered what else she had left at home. Then he considered the company she was keeping. Harry knew the other three were Inquisitors, but Hermione? Why was she in with them? Was she being recruited?

Harry watched them approach knowing that they couldn’t see him. When they entered the main doors to the first floor Harry grabbed his cloak and called Poontang to him. He ordered her to accompany him to the first floor gallery where he could see the operations on the main floor. They apparated to the gallery under cover of the cloak, from there Harry saw the four prepare to enter the witch’s stud club, the one Harry had erroneously entered his first night in the club, to watch the well hung male dancers gyrate on stage. The elf on duty by the club door was a very well developed and muscular looking woman with a blonde ponytail. Harry saw Hooch show her badge as an Inquisitor, then saw all three of the other girls show theirs as well. The hostess elf, seeing the Ministry badges, immediately passed them through to a premium reserved table near the stage.

Harry was shocked; Hermione was a member of the Inquisition too. For how long she’d been a member he didn’t know. Was she a spy for Madam Hooch? Was she spying on him? But there was one thing that Harry couldn’t deny, and that was that Hermione looked damn good, too damn good for Ron. She was beautiful the way she looked there. She had on sexy clothes and shoes, she had a modern haircut, and her nails were beautiful. Harry even noticed that this was the first time he’d even seen her toenails. Damn she was beautiful. She made Ginny look like a troll in comparison here. Harry’s newly acquired cock length, that he had intended to share with Ginny tonight, was painfully straining against his jeans now. Harry mentally kicked himself; he had been around Hermione all this time and never made a play for her. What a fool he had been to choose Ginny over Hermione. Harry wanted her badly. He ached for her, but knew that she had already settled on Ron. Harry told himself that right now he would do anything to have her love.

After a few rounds of drinks, and a lot of watching the dancers, the party headed back to the door. From there they went to the crowded reservations desk where badges were discreetly flashed to the security elves to ensure preferential treatment. There were a few young wizards who protested at first as the party was taken into the inner chamber to be assigned rooms, but the prompt appearance of a few security elves in the shape of goons calmed the complaints.

“They are going up to the second floor suites aren’t they?” Harry asked Poontang.

“Yes, Master, as Ministry officers they are never refused a room as long as they agree to pay the standard rate. The Inquisition sends many of its people here, they pay well, and it keeps us in the good graces of the Ministry.”

“Poontang, I am particularly interested in the young woman with the brown hair,” said Harry. “I know her from school; she is a friend of mine. I want to see what happens in the suite she is given.”

“Normally we do not peek at the clients as they enjoy themselves,” said Poontang hesitantly. “It is sort of a general rule.”

“Poontang,” said Harry in a harsher tone of voice. “I am the Master here, I make the rules, and I may break them as it pleases me to, and it pleases me to do so now.”

“Yes, good Master, Poontang obeys. I will find out which suite she has been assigned.”

Poontang disappeared with a little pop while Harry took the hidden stairs to the second floor and the servant’s corridors that connected with the suites and allowed viewing through one-way walls. Just a quick stroll through the suites now in use told Harry that this was a place he needed to visit more often, for supervisory and informational purposes only of course. He also saw why the Ministry dickheads wanted to control this place. There was so much freaky action going on it was all Harry could do to keep his mind on finding Hermione’s suite. Even though Harry knew that he was hidden from the view of those in the suites, he quickly saw that the elves in every room he passed instantly knew that he was there and watching them perform. Every elf would avert his or her eyes to the spot on the wall directly in front of Harry. As he moved so did their glances towards the wall.

There was a small pop beside him and Poontang reported back that she had found the suite assigned Hermione. Following the elf, Harry quickly came to where Hermione was standing in a room with her eyes closed, beside her was a beautiful young blonde woman with her long hair braided sexily. She appeared to be explaining the procedure for using the room to Hermione. Coming into the room between them was a male elf, who apparently would be servicing Hermione.

“Do you know who those elves are?” asked Harry.

“Of course, Master,” replied Poontang. “The female is my next youngest sister, her name is Poonanni. The male is her husband, Bustanut. He is a first cousin to my husband, Jizzlobber. We is all good friends. The receptionist said that the customer has the badge of an Inquisitor, but that this is her first time here. She thinks from what she overheard her companions say to her that the young woman is still a virgin. This is her first sex.”

The first part had startled Harry a bit as he had never bothered to ask Poontang if she had a family. He never even thought of her having a husband. Harry figured he’d have to work that out later, now he was watching Hermione. He knew that she would have hexed the living shit out of him if she had found out that he had spied on her while she and Ginny had been playing pet the kitty with each other a while back. If she knew he was going to watch her get laid for the first time that would have been a definite death sentence; but from the throbbing he was feeling in his pants he knew exactly what he was about to have Poontang do for him while he watched Hermione have sex with Ron.

Harry started fumbling with his trouser fly as he watched as Hermione allow Bustanut to touch her temples to get the image in her mind of who she wanted him to become. As the metamorphosis occurred Harry thought he was going to faint. When Hermione opened her eyes and beheld her chosen lover for the night it wasn’t Ron Weasley who stood there, it was Harry Potter.

Harry stood there dumbfounded looking at himself in the room with Hermione. At his side, he saw that Poontang had her little hands pressed over her mouth looking at the image of her master. Inside the room, Bustanut was looking towards the Master whom he knew was just beyond the far wall watching. It was at that moment that Harry knew what he would do, for better or worse, what he had to do.

“Poontang, can my elves hear me if I call them to come to me?” asked Harry.

“Of course, Master,” said Poontang. “We is all able to hear you if you call to us, and must obey.”

“Bustanut, make an excuse to leave the room and come to me, Poonanni stay and talk to her,” said Harry. Turning to Poontang he said, “Go to my room and bring me one of the Tickle Twat Mints and a spearmint flavored Cum Cream drop, hurry.”

There was a pop, Bustanut appeared, and Poontang disappeared. Harry turned to address Bustanut. “Master orders you to change clothes with him, and when I tell you to, I want you to apparate me into the suite with the customer, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” replied Bustanut. Suddenly Harry was wearing the elves’ clothing.

There was another pop and Poontang had returned with the mint and cream drop. She handed them to Harry who took them. Harry then told the two elves to remain there and help him with servicing the customer.

“Master, we can make ourselves so’s only you can see and hear us in there if you wish,” said Bustanut. “We can hear your thoughts if it is your wish that we do so.”

“Excellent, make it so,” said Harry. “Now return me to the room to take your place.”

In a flash, Harry found himself in the suite looking at a somewhat confused Hermione. He turned to look at Poonanni who stared wide-eyed at Harry. “Master…,” she started to say.

“Erm …The master suite is fine,” said Harry trying desperately to think up some nonsense reason for her to have said master to him in front of Hermione. “It was a mistake, I wasn’t needed. You may go now.”

Harry turned to face Hermione as Poonanni left them alone. “I apologize, my Lady, we are very busy tonight and sometimes even we elves get confused. I will be your host tonight.”

“What is your name?” she asked.

“Tonight my name is Harry Potter, you are my dear friend Hermione, and I am here to make your dreams come true,” said Harry. “What do you desire of me? Shall I undress you and give you pleasure?”

Hermione seemed hesitant to commit, but overcame her shyness and nodded yes. Harry kneeled before her and undid the dainty straps that held the beautiful and expensive sandals to her feet. He carefully laid them on the floor then raised her feet before him; his cock was rapidly running out of expansion room inside his trousers.

“You have such beautiful feet, My Lady, may I please taste them?” asked Harry with a wide smile. It really was the first time he’d seen Hermione’s feet, she’d always wore either the standard Mary-Janes or trainers at school. Hermione seemed a bit shocked, but determined to go with the program, she nodded yes again.

Harry began to plant gentle kisses on the tops of her feet just above the toes, then took his tongue and gently ran the tip around the bottom pads of the toes. Hermione gasped in pleasure and lay back on the bed, allowing Harry to confirm his suspicions that she was going commando tonight. Harry was also able to see that there had been some changes taking place since he has last had a look down there. The dense hair forest was gone and replaced with an interesting motif.

Sliding forward Harry placed a trail of kisses up Hermione’s legs to the crotch. Hermione looked down at him, her lips were already quivering. Harry already knew he could make her squeal like a pig if he wanted to, and he did, more than once.

“Shall we take our clothes off?” he asked. “It will help us get comfortable and enhance the pleasure.” It would also help relieve the pressure building up in my pants, thought Harry. Again, Hermione could only nod. Still grinning widely Harry stood up and took off his shirt exposing his lean muscled frame. Kicking off his shoes Harry slowly unzipped his trousers and dropped them to his ankles, where he kicked them off. Harry looked at Hermione and saw that her eyes were firmly riveted upon the straining bulge in his underpants. Harry looked at himself in the mirror and noticed that he looked damned good, and that his cock was visibly throbbing through the thin cotton fabric. With his thumbs Harry slid the underpants down exposing his cock and heard a rush of air leave Hermione as she got a good look at the erection.

“Oh, my god, Harry!” she exclaimed in shock and awe of the man in front of her. She sat upright on the edge of the bed and stared at Harry’s crotch. Harry then helped her shed the dress she had on, exposing her rock hard nipples to Harry. She was ready; Harry decided that the time was right to take the lead.

He gently lay Hermione back down on the bed, the tingling in his tongue told him the mint was at full potency. Kneeling between Hermione’s legs Harry looked at the keyhole pattern surrounding her cleft. He looked into Hermione’s eyes and winked at her.

“I think I have just the key to unlock this, but I’ll try picking the lock first.”

Putting his head between her thighs, he began to lick her clitoris while fingering her vagina with two fingers seeking out her G-spot. With the other hand, Harry began to touch her body, especially the breasts and nipples. The intense contact seemed to drive Hermione insane. Harry could feel the Tickle Twat Mint doing its stuff on Hermione as her legs began to twitch; she was getting ready to lose it. Harry redoubled his efforts and was soon rewarded with hearing Hermione squeal as her hot womanly juices flooded his mouth and ran down his chin into Hermione’s crack on their way to the mattress. Hermione was still squealing a bit as Harry got up and knelt over her using one hand to support himself and the other to hold the base of his cock pointed at Hermione’s cleft.

“You want me, don’t you, Hermione?” asked Harry. “Admit it. You want me to put this inside you and fuck your brains out, don’t you? Tell the truth.”

“Yes, Harry,” cried Hermione. “I want you, not Ron. I want you to be my man.”

“How long have you wanted me?”

“I liked you from the start, from the first day I met you,” she cried. “But I was always afraid to let you know, afraid you wouldn’t want me. Then I saw that you liked Ginny, so I backed off. I went out with Ron so I could stay close to you.”

“Well you’re about to get as close to me as you can possibly get.” With that, Harry eased his erect cock into Hermione’s sopping wet twat. He felt a thin wall of resistance as he encountered her maidenhead, a little more pressure and it yielded to him. Hermione gasped like a drowning woman as she lost her virginity and felt the long thick shaft fill her. Harry continued leaning into her until his face was next to hers.

“Tonight I’m all yours,” said Harry as he kissed her. Her mind tried to tell her that it was just an illusion, it was a changeling elf inside her, it wasn’t really Harry. But she felt herself losing the battle, it looked like Harry, it sounded like him, it acted like him, it even smelled like Harry. How could it not be real?

With slow deliberate strokes, she felt Harry moving in and out of her, the sensation was maddening to her. She was actually being penetrated, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. As he stroked her with his cock Harry used his hands to hold and play with her breasts while he kissed her repeatedly. In just a few minutes her body was on fire with passion, she felt herself rising again to orgasm. As the waves of her second orgasm rippled through her body she tried to scream out her passion again. This time it was smothered by Harry kissing her with his tongue probing deep inside her mouth, letting her taste her own juices.

“I can’t take this any more,” she said pushing back from Harry. “It’s too much for me to stand, I can’t stand it.”

“We’re not done yet, Hermione,” said Harry. “You came here to become a woman, and I haven’t finished yet.” With that, he picked up the pace to bring himself to ejaculation quicker. “You came in here a little girl, a innocent little virgin didn’t you? Admit it.”

“Yes, it’s true,” said a sobbing Hermione. “I don’t want to be a virgin any more; I want to be a woman.”

“When I’m done with you tonight you won’t be a little virgin girl any more, you’ll be a woman, Hermione Granger, you’ll be a real woman then.” Harry then picked up the speed and force of his thrusts so that Hermione could feel and hear Harry’s scrotum slapping her asshole. “Tell me what you want, Hermione, what do you want?”

“Oh, god, fuck me, Harry,” Hermione screamed at Harry. “Fuck me good and hard, make me a woman, I want to be a real woman not a little girl that everyone laughs at.”

In a couple of minutes of rapid thrusting, with Hermione squirming all the time, Harry felt his balls begin to give, he was ready to unleashed his seed. Shoving his cock as deeply into Hermione as he could get it, Harry finally relaxed and let himself ejaculate. Harry grunted deeply and sighed while he was feeling spasm after spasm in his balls as his hot semen was ejaculated deep inside Hermione. Looking down at Hermione, he saw that she was weeping, her body trembling in ecstasy. Harry leaned over to kiss her face repeatedly. As Harry spent the last of his seed he drew Hermione tightly to his chest.

“You are a woman now, Hermione Granger,” Harry whispered softly into her ear. “You are also a beautiful and powerful witch. You have a lot to offer any wizard; you don’t have to take less than what you really and truly want. If this Harry Potter is truly the man you want then go for him, you might find he appreciates you more than you think. Maybe he only acts not interested in you because he thinks a witch as beautiful, intelligent, and powerful as you wouldn’t give him a second glance.”

“Do you really think so?” she asked.

“Um huh,” said Harry. “You’ve always underestimated yourself even though others have told you different. Maybe Harry underestimates himself too, especially in the area of whether you might be interested in him as more than a casual friend.”

“But there is another problem, my best friend loves him too, and she’s his girlfriend. I can’t just ask Harry out, or tell him how I truly feel about him.”

“Maybe Harry chose her because he felt he couldn’t have you. Anyway, at your age these relationships can change in an instant. I bet you’ve already seen shippers break up in an instant over some little thing. By this time next week Harry and Ginny may not even be talking to each other. Now that you’ve admitted your feelings to yourself, if fate gives you the opportunity, admit them to Harry if you really want him.”

As Hermione dwelt on his words, Harry pulled away back and began to slip his cock out of her. She reached out and took his hand to hold him. He saw the look she was giving him in those beautiful brown eyes of hers, she really wanted him. “What a fool I’ve been,” thought Harry, “I’ve had something like this right in front of me for going on seven years and didn’t appreciate it.”

“Harry, is it really you?” she said through tears. Harry smiled and leaned forward. With his thumb and forefinger, Harry milked the remaining cum out of his urethra onto the head of his cock. Taking a finger he wiped up the remaining globule of his semen and held it to her mouth.

“Taste,” was all he said.

Hermione gingerly took the glob onto her tongue and brought it into her mouth. She tasted the sweet creamy texture, and the taste of Spearmint. Her favorite flavor. Hermione knew from talking to other girls that a man’s cum had a salty musky taste. She felt both disappointed and relieved, this wasn’t Harry, it really was an elf. Then the elf who looked like Harry leaned down and kissed her passionately placing his tongue inside her mouth and tasting the spearmint for himself.

“I hope I’ve given My Lady her money’s worth,” said Harry.

“Yes … you have done …quite well,” stammered a still flustered Hermione. Looking down at her crotch area Hermione realized there was quite a mess there that had to be cleaned up before she left. Harry had followed her gaze.

“Allow me to assist you,” he said. Mentally he called on Poontang to supply him with a basin of warm soapy water and towels, hoping this mental messaging thing really worked. The basin and towels appeared at his side. Taking the towels, he wet them in the water and gently wiped Hermione’s crotch to clean away the mixed body fluids. It appeared from Hermione’s cooing sounds that she found the washdown quite pleasurable as well. When he had cleaned the pubic areas, Harry ran the towel over her legs and feet, then her tummy and breasts. Then he had Hermione roll over on her tummy so he could do her buttocks and back. Finally, a fresh towel was used to clean her neck and face.

When he had finished wiping her face he kissed her again. Off to the side Harry was able to see Bustanut standing there but in a somewhat fuzzy form. Apparently, Hermione could not see him there. With a wave of his hand Bustanut made a small table appear, on it were exquisite body powders and perfumes. With a little mimed help from Bustanut, Harry was able to wipedown Hermione in a bodypowder that imparted a wonderful satiny feel to her skin. Hermione was euphoric, Harry thought she was going to cum again just from the powder massage.

A selection of the finest perfumes was available on the table and Harry offered Hermione a bottle that he had seen Bustanut point out to him. Hermione cooed softly as the fragrance wafted across her senses as Harry applied a touch to her wrists and neck. She looked at Harry as if he was a genius for knowing which fragrance to select. Then Harry picked up the pretty sandals from the floor and lovingly put them back on Hermione’s feet along with a few final kisses along her toes while his eyes remained locked on to her’s.

Finally, Harry helped Hermione back into her dress, then stood there holding her close in his arms, his hands firmly planted on her buttocks. Harry felt Hermione move her arm down to lovingly cradle his cock in her hand. As she gently stroked it, Harry felt it twitch a bit as if coming back to life.

“If you don’t stop doing that, My Lady, you’re going to have to pay me overtime,” Harry whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.

“It would be worth it,” she said.

“I pray that My Lady is satisfied with the service she has received,” said Harry. “We try to maintain excellent relations with the Ministry, especially the Inquisition. I have serviced many members of your noble organization, but this is the first time I’ve seen you here. My Lady must be new to the service?”

“Yes, I joined last summer as Madam Hooch’s assistant,” said Hermione. “This is my first time here, but I don’t think it’ll be my last.”

“Hopefully, My Lady will become a regular client,” said Harry as he kissed her hand.

“I think I will, what is your real name so I can ask for you again next time I’m here.”

“My name is Bustanut,” lied Harry, it was all he could think of at the moment to do. “If I have truly pleased my Lady may I request of her a token?”

“Oh, yes, the tip, I have some money for you.”

“May I ask for something else, a small lock of your hair, a memento of tonight?”

“Well…, I guess…, if you would prefer that,” she answered.

Harry mentally told Poontang to fetch him a pair of scissors, which she did. With them Harry took about three hairs and snipped them from her head. He then kissed her and bid her farewell. With Poontang’s help he disapparated back behind the wall out of Hermione’s sight. Poontang arranged for her sister to return and escort Hermione back to the reception area to await her friends.

Harry took one last look at Hermione as she was leaving and went back to his suite. He sat there on the veranda for a while weaving the hairs he’d taken from Hermione into a small braid. After a bit, he saw the group of Inquisitors leaving and using a portal to return home. Harry wasn’t exactly sure of his feelings. Ginny had spurned him, and now he knew that Hermione actually wanted him. He wanted to feel bad about what he had done tonight, he had betrayed his love to Ginny and he had fucked his best friend’s girlfriend. Harry knew he should feel bad right now, but he didn’t. He had enjoyed every minute with Hermione, and he wanted to have her again; but the next time she would know it was really Harry making love to her. His remaining feelings for Ginny would take a while to sort out, but that would be worked out one way or another on Monday.