By Lord Wrackspurt

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This story is a work of fan-fiction based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 14: The Return to Hogwarts

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The next morning was Monday, start of term; and Harry did feel better than he had since the attack. Looking in the mirror, he saw to his surprise, and relief, that much of the darker discoloration that was present the morning before had faded from his genitals. He could even walk short distances without much pain. Still he was nowhere near up for a long hike or broom riding. Going downstairs, Harry ate a light breakfast, and then went up to his room.

Harry had already packed his trunk so as to be ready for the move to Hogwarts that evening. Bored out of his mind, Harry decided to go out and spend the day in Hogsmeade doing a bit of last minute shopping. However, the village was nearly deserted with many shops still closed. His preordered school supplies had already been delivered to him. Harry went by to visit with Professor Dumbledore’s brother, Aberforth, who was a bartender at the Hogs Head. Harry was told that Aberforth had taken ill since his brother’s death and was at St. Mungo’s hospital. Once his brother had died, Aberforth’s health had begun breaking down and he had rapidly aged. His chances of recovery didn’t look good.

Everyone was afraid now, and with good cause. As long as Dumbledore was alive the people had felt there was hope, but now despair filled many hearts. Even though it was still early in the afternoon, Harry decided that it was best to return to Hogwarts. Despite being the owner of Grimmauld Place, and the Golden Unicorn, Hogwarts was still his real home. Besides, he couldn’t really go back to Grimmauld Place without thinking of Tonks.

Harry knew that one of the advantages of being an adult seventh year student was that you could leave the grounds at noon on Friday for the weekend. While Hogwarts was still the safest place for Harry, as long as his ownership of the Unicorn was a secret Harry could go there in safety, and get laid all weekend for free. Enjoying the Unicorn was still a ways off however; Harry’s balls were still tender from the kick Bella had given him.

Harry figured that if he got back to Hogwarts and settled in early, then he could sneak into the prefect’s bathroom before everyone arrived and have his wank and hot bath that afternoon. Harry set off for Hogwarts using the Locomotor charm to levitate his heavy trunk effortlessly behind him. As Harry arrived at the main doors to Hogwarts, he was met by the cantankerous caretaker, Mr. Filch. Filch was a squib who was nearly as insanely jealous of witches and wizards as Harry’s Aunt Petunia. He deliberately made life difficult for students while sucking up to whoever was in charge. Harry had particularly not forgotten the support he had given Umbridge over Dumbledore a year earlier. Filch had his day coming, and Harry made himself a promise that before the year was out Filch would receive payment in full for all he had done to Harry and his friends over the years.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” he asked with a surly snarl. “You know that student arrivals are this evening. You’ve no business here now, be off with you.”

Harry was tempted to pull his wand and do a bit of transfiguration homework on Filch’s nose when Professor McGonagall, the new Headmistress of the school, showed at the door. She too remembered that Filch had changed sides when Dumbledore was replaced by Umbridge, and now that she was in charge she was less inclined to be as forgiving as Albus had been.

“Ah, Potter,” she said. “Excellent, I was hoping to see you before the welcoming feast. I have important news for you. Upon the recommendation of the Board of Trustees of the school, I have selected you to be the Head Boy. If you desire the position.”

“Yes, Professor,” said Harry excitedly. “I would very much like to be Head Boy.” He heard a low groan from Filch. As the Head Boy, Harry would be the next thing to a professor; he could even give orders to Filch on some things. “YES!” thought Harry, “vengeance WILL be mine!”

“Then come along, Harry, and I’ll explain your duties, and show you your quarters. The elves are busy right now with last minute preparations, so Mr. Filch will bring your belongings to the Head Boy’s quarters,” said the Headmistress. This elicited another groan from Filch. As a squib he had no magical powers, so he would have to physically carry Harry’s trunk to the top floor of the tower where the Head Boy and Head Girl resided.

Harry followed Professor McGonagall into the castle. She told him that as Head Boy he was responsible for all the male prefects of all the houses. They reported to him for daily instructions and announcements from the faculty. He attended the faculty meetings. As a holdover from earlier times when Quidditch was a purely male sport, the Head Boy was responsible for scheduling the Quidditch matches, and doling out practice times for the teams to train on the field. As Head Boy, Harry could assign and deduct points from students; and he could assign detention to students, even the prefects, for misconduct. There were other administrative and ceremonial duties as well, but not all that much to do it seemed.

“Professor, I have a question,” Harry asked. “I was never selected to be a prefect, and isn’t the Head Boy usually chosen from the prefects?”

“Usually, yes. However, the Board felt that you were deserving and insisted on you as Head Boy. Actually it was a rather sudden thing.”

“Who is the Head Girl?” asked Harry.

“The board felt that it was obliged to begin making reparation to the House of Slytherin’s reputation after recent events. Remember, most Slytherin students are not Death Eaters. They are just as proud of their house as we are of ours, even if everyone else thinks they’re all a bunch of arseholes. Therefore, the Board insisted that the Head Girl be the Slytherin female prefect, Pansy Parkinson.”

“Oh no!” thought Harry. “That is all I need, to have to work with that stuckup little bitch all year.”

In truth, Pansy Parkinson was a stuckup little bitch who had always looked down her nose at Harry and practically everyone else. She hung around with Malfoy acting as a sort of girlfriend, although Harry didn’t know their real relationship. Physically she was an attractive blonde with a good figure and nice face. She knew she was attractive and sexy looking, she loved to flaunt it, especially around losers like Harry’s friend, Neville Longbottom.

The Head Boy and Girl’s chambers were located in a three story round tower at the top the castle wall overlooking the lake. The rotating staircase that accessed the tower was beside the talking bust of some ancient wizard who operated the stairs when given the password. The prefects, Head Boy, and Head Girl were the only students actually given the password, but it was usually shared with their friends. The lowest floor contained a large common room. In the rear area there was also a private study library which contained copies of commonly used magical texts. This area was also accessible to the prefects, and was used for meetings, lounging, studying, and private parties.

The second floor contained the Head Boy’s and Head Girl’s offices on their respective side of a central dividing wall. There was also a private informal lounge area on each side where the Head Boy and Girl could entertain guests. The third, and upper most, floor was the compact, but private, living quarters. Each Head had a suite consisting of a bedroom, bathroom, and study area. The bath had a whirlpool tub, and the bedroom had a small closet with a full-length mirror set into the back wall. Not all that much room, but it was all his. The study had a set of glass doors that opened onto to a balcony that surrounded the third floor. It was not very wide but it afforded a wonderful view of the lake from either side. It was also a great takeoff and landing strip for an afternoon broom ride. The balcony had stone partitions that separated the boy’s side from the girl’s side.

Harry could see that he was going to enjoy this. His private bedroom would make a great place to bring Ginny on a cold winter’s night for a little hanky-panky. However, Professor McGonagall seemed to anticipate that thought almost immediately.

“By the way, Potter,” she said with a mischievous grin. “The stairway door and the balcony door are enchanted so that students of the opposite sex can not enter the rooms. Invisibility cloaks won’t help either. So you’ll have to meet Miss. Weasley someplace else I’m afraid. While we are on that subject, I have received a strictly worded letter from Mrs. Weasley informing me that Ginny is barred from Hogsmeade. She also included that it is the parent’s, and supposedly Miss. Weasley’s, desire that she not receive any unnecessary attentions from you while here. Therefore, if the letter doesn’t reflect Miss. Weasley’s true intentions then you’ll need to keep your liaisons quiet. Molly has a lot of friends who have their daughters and sons here. It won’t take long for word to get out. I’ll see you at the sorting ceremony tonight Potter.”

As she left him to settle in, Professor McGonagall handed Harry his badge of office as Head Boy. Filch eventually brought up Harry’s belongings. Harry heard him grumbling and fumbling about the whole way up, but made no effort to assist him in any way.

Hedwig appreciated her new surroundings immediately, and then took off to go hunting for mice. Harry used his wand to store his belongings in the chest of drawers, and closet. He took a little time to decorate the walls in appropriate Gryffindor colors and prints of his favorite Quidditch players. With several hours remaining until the Hogwarts Express arrived, Harry drew up a hot bath and soaked in the whirlpool tub in the bathroom for about an hour to sooth his throbbing testicles.

After drying off, Harry went to the bedroom to find that his weekly schedule had appeared on his pillow. He was elated to see that as Head Boy he had very few fixed classes to meet. Most of his schoolwork would be in the form of arranged tutorials with the professors, and, if selected, serving as a teaching assistant to a professor. Harry would actually have much of the week to himself.

“This is going to be all right,” thought Harry as he got out a clean pair of cotton gloves and lay back on the bed naked. Harry had always wanted to sleep in the raw. Pajamas sucked, but he never dared not use them at the Dursley’s or in the dorms. Now he had his own private room. The cotton gloves settled into a pleasant rhythm and Harry soon climaxed. While he still experienced some discomfort, the pain was greatly diminished from the day before. A quick examination of the ejaculate showed that fewer numbers of the small red clots were flushed out, and there were a few ropy strands that seemed to indicate that his balls were producing healthy sperm again. For the first time since the attack Harry felt confident that his manhood would return. Then he lay back on the bed to take a nap.

“Oh, hell yeah — this Head Boy thing is going to be all right,” he mumbled as he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Harry awoke to the sound of the Hogwarts Express whistle alerting the castle to its imminent arrival at the station. It didn’t take Harry long to get ready, for six years he’d had to get dressed in a room with four other boys and share a bathroom with over a dozen more. He didn’t put on his badge at first; he wanted to make a show of it later. He arrived at the main hall just as the prefects were forming up to begin the process of lining up their houses to begin the entry procession into the hall where the faculty awaited. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were the Gryffindor prefects, and they were the only ones who seemed happy to see Harry enter the hall from the side entrance.

The female prefects had already formed a circle around Pansy, who was prominently displaying her Head Girl badge. By the looks he received from the prefects they were not yet aware of his Head Boy status.

There was only one change in the roster of prefects from last years. The last Slytherin boy’s prefect had been Draco Malfoy, but with him on the run now as a known Death Eater, the position had been given to Crabbe Jr. of all people. He was obviously enjoying his new found power and couldn’t wait to find a victim for his bullying. His pig-like eyes settled on Harry.

“Oy, Potter!” he yelled. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? You’re supposed to be in the procession line with the other Gryffindor gits. Seven years at Hogwarts and you’re still a stupid git aren’t you. Ten points from Gryffindor.”

Ron immediately came over to yell at Crabbe’s antics. Slowly, Harry raised his hand, and, with everyone looking on, he carefully pinned his Head Boy badge on the front of his robes. This drew a gasp from all the prefects, as Harry had never made prefect himself, to be made Head Boy was something almost unheard of at Hogwarts. Even Pansy had a look of shock as she saw with whom she would be sharing the tower.

“Prefect Weasley,” Harry said in a sharp commanding voice to Ron. “You will return to your assigned duties, I shall handle this.”

Turning from Ron to face Crabbe, Harry touched his finger to his badge of office and said, “Prefect Crabbe as Head Boy I hereby rescind the ten points from Gryffindor, and take ten from Slytherin for your obnoxious conduct, and a further ten for use of profanity in the castle. In addition, you will present yourself in my tower office on Friday at 10:00am for details of your weekend detention. I will not accept that type of behavior from my prefects. Is that absolutely clear, Prefect Crabbe?”

Crabbe’s look of belligerence faded immediately into a look of shock. Totally cowed by the turn of events he could only mutter a “Y … yes Sir.”

“Very well then, you may return to your duties, Prefect Crabbe. However, be aware that I will be watching you very carefully,” said Harry.

The look on Ron Weasley’s face was a mix of shock, disbelief, and sheer joy. He had listened all summer to his mother brag on about how he was most likely to get the Head Boy position with Malfoy gone. At first he had thought that he didn’t want the position, but the idea of the perks associated with being Head Boy had quickly grown on him. He had come here on the Hogwarts Express bragging to Neville, and whoever else would listen, that he would probably be the new Head Boy. He had also hoped that it would impress Hermione. Ron now felt desperately horny for Hermione. He wanted her, but knew he had nothing to offer her. Becoming Head Boy was just the kind of thing that he felt would have made a girl like Hermione respect him as a man. Still if he couldn’t be Head Boy himself, at least it was his best mate who was. That should be good for something. He did dread having to tell his mum that he wasn’t Head Boy though.

Hermione’s reaction was a bit different. She too had thought that Ron might well get the Head Boy position, but she had also thought that she would receive the Head Girl position. No female student had a better record at Hogwarts than she did. She had worked her arse off for six years and now had been passed over by the Trustees in the interest of making a political statement. Hermione had learned to loathe Pansy over years of teasing and persecution for being muggleborn, having to serve under the little bitch only made it worse.

Besides that, Hermione had fantasized that if she and Ron became Head Boy and Girl they’d have the tower to themselves. She knew about the enchantments on the doorways preventing mixed couples from the private quarters, but she figured she could work out a counterspell. The Inquisition training had already taught her some good spells for getting past security magic. If nothing else, she knew she could transfigure a mattress in the hallway and she and Ron could have a quick shag there. Also, the doorway enchantment wouldn’t stop Ginny from stopping by in the evenings for a little ‘girl talk’ session.

While Hermione was glad that at least one of the Heads was a close friend, she knew that Harry’s position as Head Boy would mean trouble for her. Pansy already disliked her intensely, now she could persecute Hermione even more claiming that it was Slytherin payback for Harry’s actions. Pansy would now look for any reason to try and punish her. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was the Headmistress now, and she had always been a supporter of Hermione. If Pansy got too much to bear she might try siccing McGonny on her. If that didn’t work then Hermione now had other opportunities available to her through the Inquisition to redress her grievances. As she was quickly learning, membership definitely had it advantages.

The opening ceremony took place as it had for nearly a thousand years. There were notably fewer students in the first through fourth year classes. Some parents were afraid to send their children to Hogwarts without Dumbledore there to protect them. The disappointment clearly registered on Professor McGonagall’s face. The first year class consisted of only 12 new students, 6 wizards and 6 witches. Only 2 of these were placed in Gryffindor by the sorting hat.

In her address, Professor McGonagall gave the cheerful face speech. The school was simply entering a new phase in its long history and it was going to be a wonderful year despite the difficulties that beset them. Harry’s main thought throughout the speech was that he didn’t know anyone could stack shit that high. Still, it was her job to set the tone for the faculty, staff, and students.

The feast went well and everyone ate their fill. It seemed like happier times to Harry. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as some thought. He chuckled to think of those lying out of school and missing a year, they would be stuck in with those a year younger than them now. During the feast, Harry sat with the Gryffindors where he received condolences over Tonks death from a number of acquaintances.

The news that had been released through the Ministry to the Daily Prophet about the incident had been that Harry had gone to Godric’s Hollow to visit his parent’s graves. The released story said that apparently Death Eaters led by Bellatrix LeStrange had anticipated such a trip and had planned an ambush as they were leaving. The paper had reported the deaths of Tonks, Phingarbang, and McCann, but had left out that the two officers were Death Eaters. It had also been omitted that Crabbe had been one of the attackers. All that was said of Harry was that he had escaped with only minor injuries.

While Harry could see that everyone was bursting to find out the details of what happened, Hermione and Ron had made it clear to hold off asking Harry anything yet. Harry’s closest friends tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but it was clear that they were keeping a cordon around Harry to discourage others from asking questions.

As it neared bedtime the prefects led the students for their houses to the dorms and showed them how to enter their common rooms. Most of the younger students always went right to bed as they were completely exhausted by this point. The older students gathered in the common room to catch up on news from the summer break. Sixth and seventh years who often had formed more personal bonds, especially with members of the opposite sex, often slipped back out to meet up and snog some place private.

Harry dropped by the Gryffindor common room to greet old friends and receive congratulations on his becoming Head Boy. The three he most wanted to see were, of course, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Since it was crowded in the common room, Harry invited them to change out of their robes and come visit his new digs in the tower. The Head Boy and Head Girl were allowed to entertain guests as long as it was orderly, and members of the opposite sex did not enter the actual living quarters.

Hermione and Ron showed up first saying that Ginny would be a few minutes behind, apparently she wanted to do a bit of unpacking first. Harry met them on the lower floor which they were already familiar with, having been prefects the previous year and allowed usage of the room when the Head Boy or Girl was not using it for meetings. They found a cluster of Slytherins had already been invited there by Pansy. Although a false show of unity was made by asking Harry and his friends to join them, it was plainly written on their faces that they very much wanted the Gryffindors to leave.

Harry carried Ron and Hermione up to the second floor in the rotating staircase. He showed them around the office, and the attached personal lounge with its two large comfortable facing couches. Hermione and Ron immediately snuggled next to each other on the couch. Harry figured they might want some private time together so he excused himself to go and see what was keeping Ginny. He passed by the Slytherins grouped around Pansy and went into the outside corridor. It was late and the lighting in the castle had lowered itself to a very dim flicker for the night, it made for deep shadows that had always tantalized the imagination to see things that weren’t there. Harry could hear the partying going on inside, but in the corridor he was all alone.

It started lightly in the darkness, a clip-clipping sound that grew louder. It was approaching him. Harry felt his heart nearly stop with fear, he knew that sound, he’d heard it a number of times over the past month. It was the sound Tonks’ boots made when she walked on a hard surface, nothing else he had ever heard sounded like those boots. As Harry stood paralyzed, he saw a shadowy figure wearing robes walk into view, and then stop, facing him. Harry looked at the shadow, it was her, it was Tonks, she had become a ghost and now she had come to see him. Harry’s eyes watered up with tears, his arms and legs trembled. Harry had talked to many ghosts in the castle, but this was the first he had actually known in life, the first who had died because of him. How could he explain it to her; how could he ask her forgiveness for what he had done?

Harry sank slowly to his knees; his voice shuddered as he spoke to the shadowy image before him. “I’m so sorry for what I did, for what happened to you. Please forgive me, I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m begging you to forgive me. I hurt so bad inside ever time I think of what happened.”

The shadow started walking quickly towards where Harry knelt; Harry lowered his head as he couldn’t stand to see Tonks’ face. The boots stopped directly in front of Harry, looking down, Harry saw that there was no mistake, it was Tonks’ boots, she’d worn them almost all the time, she’d died wearing them. The shadow moved and Harry felt two hands touch the sides of his face, tilting it up. Two warm hands — ghosts weren’t warm.

“Harry, it’s all right, it’s me, it’s Ginny.”

“G…Ginny? But the boots, those are her boots.”

Harry got shakily to his feet. Ashamed that he’d made a complete arse of himself in front of Ginny. But how was this possible, those were Tonks’ boots?

“Yes, Harry,” she said in anticipation of his thoughts. “These were Tonks’ boots, but they are mine now. The boots were made for Tonks by my Gran; Tonks willed them back to my Gran, who gave them to me while I was there with her last week, along with a few lessons in what they can really do. I’ve been practicing how to use them for the past couple of days. I thought I’d try them out tonight to start getting used to walking in them.”

Ginny pushed Harry against the hallway wall, and then leaned up and kissed Harry deeply on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him, and he responded in kind. Then she opened her robes to show Harry the dress she was wearing. It was Harry’s first time to see the birthday present he had given her, and she looked fantastic in it. Harry’s attention was especially drawn to the fabric covering Ginny’s now ample breasts. There the fabric was tented outward as the result of two quite hard nipples pressing on it from beneath. Ginny smiled as she saw that Harry realized that she was aroused.

Harry felt Ginny’s knee ease its way between his thighs and gently begin to massage his groin. The fear and grief Harry felt begin to give way to loneliness and lust. Even though it was a bit painful to have his injured manhood excited like this, it still felt good.

“I think my man needs a little personalized attention,” said Ginny as she laid her head on Harry shoulder, the knee continued its stimulation of Harry’s groin. “It’s a damned good thing he’s got his own private quarters now so I can give him some pussy tonight.”

“You can’t get into my living quarters,” cried Harry with tears in his eyes at the thought that he couldn’t have Ginny in his room for just ten minutes right now. Goddamn that McGonagall!

“And why the hell not!”

“Because the doors and windows all have spells that will stop any female from entering. But we can go to my office, Ron and Hermione are already there,” said Harry. Harry let her close up her robes to hide the dress, and led her into the lower floor area, where they attracted hostile stares and a few wolf whistles from the Slytherin group as they went up to the next level.

In Harry’s office the two started up a serious snog-fest again. Ginny started the testicle massage with her knee again that was driving Harry wild with desire. Their moment of passion was interrupted by a ragged grunt coming from inside Harry’s attached lounge area. Looking through the half-open door they Ron sitting on the near couch with his back to the door. His head lolled back and forth in a slow rhythm while he moaned softly. Harry and Ginny were both puzzled for a moment wondering what was going on; then they saw the top of a tangle of curly brown hair appear as Hermione straightened up from her kneeling position on the floor in front of Ron. Harry and Ginny could then see that Hermione’s right arm was pumping up and down furiously above Ron’s lower midsection. Ron was both gasping loud and grunting as Hermione worked him.

Harry and Ginny immediately forgot their own carnal desires as they spied on the blowjob in progress. Ginny had to put both hands over her mouth to avoid being heard laughing at the spectacle before them. Once Hermione had caught her breath her head disappeared below the back of the couch again, although little tufts of brown hair could be seen rapidly popping up into view and then disappearing again. After about 15 more seconds of watching from the door, they heard Ron give an especially vigorous grunt that might have been a growl. Harry knew from past experience what made a man make that sound. Ron had shot his wad.

For Harry and Ginny the moment was gone, what they had witnessed was just too damn funny. Leading him back over to the desk Ginny hopped up on the edge and sat there with her long muscular legs dangling. Tears of laughter streamed down her face, she gave Harry a look that told him that Ron would be endlessly teased about that little episode. Pulling Harry over to her, she wrapped her arms around him and looked deep into his green eyes. In turn, Harry was just transfixed by how beautiful she looked, and how she was becoming sexier every day.

“Whatever happened between you and Tonks is in the past, Harry. She’s gone, but I’m still here. Focus on us, Harry, focus on us.”

Harry eased himself to his knees placing his head between Ginny’s spread thighs, and first of all noted that she had some very sexy looking black lace knickers on. Harry then remembered himself and what he had gotten on his knees for, to beg forgiveness. He looked up sadly into her eyes. Harry knew he had to make a clean breast of the guilt he felt, Ginny had to know about his infidelity. “Ginny, there’s something I have to tell you about Tonks and me.”

“Hum,” muttered Ginny as she dramatically started stroking her chin pretending to be in a moment of deep thought. “Could it possibly be the world’s worse kept secret among your friends that you spent all last month shacked up together in Grimmauld Place shagging her?”

“You knew!” exclaimed Harry.

“Harry, you were a horny 17 year old virgin male, living alone in a house with a sexy 25 year old woman who everybody in the family knew was a near nymphomaniac. Who the hell did you think didn’t know? After you left the Burrow that night to go back to London, Ron damn near ran to get back to his room and wank. He secretly upset with you because he’s spent every day since that night envying you with a passion. Fred, George, and I were afraid he was going to turn Japanese he was wanking so much there for a while thinking about you sleeping with Tonks.”

“But … I betrayed you.”

“It worked to our advantage though,” said Ginny. “Harry, do you really think my mum would have believed a simple promise from me that I was really breaking up with you, and let me come back here? She’s naïve, but not stupid. She knows that I have felt something for you since the first day I saw you, and that those feelings have only grown. She knows those feelings herself for my dad, they don’t go away just because someone tells you to make them go away.

“So she told me repeatedly of how you and Tonks must be shagging like Pixies in that house all alone. Not because she wanted to hurt me, or you, but to drive us apart because of how she lives in fear now. I let her believe that she had succeeded, and that I was going to confront you with it and break up. The idea that I couldn’t accept that you were having sex with another woman was what convinced her the break was genuine, and that’s why I was allowed to return here to be with you.”

“You’re not angry then?” asked Harry.

“No. I knew Tonks, I knew that she was only having sex with you; she would never really love one man, unless it was Remus. Besides, I’m hoping she taught you some good techniques that you can pass on to me. Eh! Maybe it’s a good thing when we finally get to have our first time together that one of us actually knows what he’s doing.”

Ginny pulled Harry to his feet, wrapped her legs around his midsection tightly and began kissing him deeply. Harry then felt her tongue slide between his lips and meet his. They locked in this embrace. Harry felt his cock grow erect and push hard against his jeans, the bulge transferring to Ginny through the thin knickers covering her crotch.

Ginny moved her head to whisper loudly in Harry’s ear, “Goddamnit! There has got to be someplace in this castle where we can go and shag tonight.”

Ginny opened her eyes and jumped, apparently turn about was fair play. She and Harry had watched Hermione and Ron’s little escapade, now they were staring at Harry and her getting it on. From the look on their faces they had heard what Ginny had just blurted out loud. Harry noticed the change in Ginny and pulled away; following her eyes he saw the spectators behind them. Both Ron and Hermione’s faces were red with embarrassment. Ron appeared to be about to say something to Ginny when she interrupted him.

“Don’t you say a fucking word, Ron Weasley; we saw what you two were doing on the couch in there.”

Ron’s face got a deeper shade of red, “Mum said I was responsible for looking after you. She said I was to let her know immediately if you two started up again.”

Ginny unhooked a leg from around Harry and pointed the toe her boot at Ron, “You better look out for yourself if you piss me off. I mean it, you try to squeal to Mum on me, and you’ll do it in soprano.” With that she made the curved castration blade shoot out of the toe. “How would you like to be known to our kids as Uncle Ron, the only bachelor Weasley?”

Harry grinned when he saw the look of shock on Ron’s face. He figured that was pretty much the look on his face when he was first shown that little added feature on the night of his birthday. That night that now seemed ages ago.

“Bloody hell!” shouted Ron. “Why did Gran have to give you those boots?”

“To keep my menfolk in line,” Ginny said with a quaint smile. “Especially my boyfriends,” she added with an evil looking grin back at Harry, and then she reached up and pulled Harry’s face down to hers and kissed him ever so deeply. Ginny looked over at Hermione, who apparently already knew about what the boots could do, “Gran said to tell you she’d be happy to fix you up with a pair just like them, Hermione, just come by for a fitting.”

“Hermione!” said Ron. “Are you in on this too?”

“Of course, Ron,” she said. “A girl has to be able to look out for herself these days, and, as previously stated, keep her boyfriend in line.” They all laughed out loud at the distressed look of shock on Ron’s face as he muttered “Oh, bloody hell” again to himself.

Hermione had spent some evenings at the Barrow over the last week with Ginny, they were close friends, very close, and missed each others company when parted for very long. Hermione had always thought that one of the greatest side benefits of her and Ron shipping was that Ginny would actually be her sister then. They would have a perfectly legitimate reason to keep in touch with each other. Ginny had shown her the boots and what they could do. While Ginny was nowhere near proficient in their use yet, she was learning.

Hermione had immediately recognized the value of such a pair of boots to an Inquisitor. Although Inquisitors usually didn’t do as much fieldwork as an Auror, that was more by choice than any restriction. Hermione had also seen that many of the Inquisitors wore similar type high boots, either straight pull up, or the lace up type Madam Hooch preferred. Hermione didn’t know if the boots they wore had similar enchantments or not, but these would definitely make her blend in with the group better.

There came a knock on the door, it was Pansy. “You better get down to the short strokes with her, Harry, it’s 11:55, final curfew is in five minutes. Don’t want to have to put your friends on report first night do we?”

“You’ve got to go,” Harry said. Turning to look at Ginny, “All of you have to go. It’ll be noticed if you don’t, and bound to work back to places we don’t want it to go.”

Hermione, being the most reasonable one of the group, spoke first, “Harry’s right, we’ve got to go, we’ll barely have time to make it.”

“I’ve got to go in the bathroom for a minute,” she said as she uncurled from around Harry.

“No time,” said Ron. “You can pee in the dorm.”

“Just GO, Ron,” she said as she went into the small lavatory in the room.

“Whatever, lets go, Hermione.” Ron and Hermione went out the door headed back to the Gryffindor dorms. About 15 seconds later Ginny emerged from the lavatory with something in her hands. She pressed the soft moist object into Harry’s hand, looking down he realized it was Ginny lacy black knickers.

“I’ve been wearing them all day,” she said with a grin and a wink. “Use them to help you think of me tonight. I love you, Harry Potter, and for anything you’ve done that you feel you need my forgiveness for, I freely grant it.”

She gave him one more deep kiss, threw her robes back on; and then sprinted out the door into the stairway to the lower room. Harry could hear the clipping of her boots fading into the dark of the castle hallways. Harry bolted the door to his office and turned to go upstairs to his living quarters. Thank goodness, he thought to himself, that I have an ample supply of gloves. He figured he’d go through several pair of them tonight.

Ginny tried to run at top speed to make it to the common room on time, but she was still getting used to the boots and they slowed her down, especially on the stairs. She arrived at the Gryffindor commons entrance two minutes late, and only made in because Ron had stayed behind and held the door open for her. She gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek, “Thank you, brother.” Then she dashed up the stairs towards the girls dorms her boot heels clicking all the way. At the top of the stairs was the entrance to the house female prefect’s quarters. All the girls had to pass by the prefect to enter their assigned sleeping area. There in the doorway stood Hermione in her formal robes and wearing her house prefect’s badge.

“You are out of your bed after hours, Miss Weasley,” said Hermione in her sternest voice. “Since you do not seem to need the benefit of a proper night’s sleep, you shall do detention until morning.”

“Hermione, what are you doing, you know where I was,” said Ginny in disbelief.

“You will address your house prefect in the appropriately respectful manner, Miss Weasley,” said Hermione. “Now come in my quarters where I can explain to you your detention duties.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Ginny with a shy smile now that she was starting to catch on.

Ginny went into Hermione’s room and watched as Hermione closed the door behind them and locked it. With a brief flick of her wand, Hermione put a silencing charm on the room so no one outside could hear anything from within. Hermione walked over to her bed and slipped off her robes, showing that she had nothing on underneath. With a side glance at Ginny she kicked off her Mary Jane’s and lay down in the bed, spreading her legs wide so that Ginny had an unobstructed view of the furry brown patch between her legs. Reaching under the edge of the bed Hermione pulled out a large tan coloured cock-shaped dildo. Ginny saw that the shaft of the dildo was about 12 inches long and had a large H embossed in the side in the Gryffindor house colors of scarlet and gold. A light tap from her wand caused the dildo to begin making grinding like gyrations.

“Your detention, Miss Weasley, is to take this and diddle me with it until I come screaming,” said Hermione. “And I don’t care if it takes you all night to do it. Now you hop out of those clothes and get in this bed right now.”

“Ma’am, I have a complaint over this detention,” said Ginny with mock seriousness.

“Speak your complaint, Miss Weasley.”

“I don’t feel it’s a proper detention, Ma’am. Isn’t it out of order for me to be assigned to satisfy your personal lust for an ordinary school offense?”

After a moment of thought Hermione looked at Ginny. “Yes, I believe you’re correct in your protest, Miss. Weasley, but my determination of your punishment stands as is. However, if it is any consolation I hereby assign similar detention to myself for punishing you in such a manner.” Then Hermione reached back under the bed and pulled out a second dildo that was a match to the first, except it had a large letter G on the side in Gryffindor colors.

“Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen,” said Hermione with a wink as she held it out to Ginny. “Oh, by the way, they come with attachable strap-on harnesses.” Reaching down again she produced two packages with black leather and brass ring harnesses. “So you better be a good little girl this year, or your next detention will be me wearing your pussy out with this before poor Harry Potter ever gets the first little piece of you.”

“You BITCH!” said Ginny.

“Slut!” replied Hermione.

“Whore!”

“Cunt!”

“Now that we’ve settled out who’s who around here I suggest you shed that dress and get started on your detention or I’ll have you combing your teeth in the morning,” Hermione said running her hand with splayed fingers like a comb suggestively through the thick pubic patch at her groin.

Ginny smiled, she took off her boots, and then began slipping off her clothes. When her dress went over her head, Hermione could see that she didn’t have her knickers on.

“Hold on there, girl,” she said falling back into the sternest matronly voice. “Who gave you permission to move about the castle going commando? Where are your knickers, girl?”

“I must have lost them somewhere, Ma’am,” said Ginny with a big fake embarrassed smile on her face. “I don’t know where they could be.”

It took Hermione a moment or two to put it all together … the quick trip to the lavatory. Hermione knew where Ginny’s knickers were right now, and she mentally kicked herself for not having thought of giving Ron the ones she’d been wearing all day.

“You wicked, wicked little girl,” she said to Ginny with the most deliciously wicked smile on her own face. “Just for that you must serve two detentions tonight.” Hermione tapped the dildo a second time with her wand causing the gyrating motion to speed up.

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Ginny as she slid into the bed naked next to Hermione. “But I suppose this means you’ll have to serve two detentions on me also.”

Hermione stared deeply into her best friend’s beautiful eyes, all pretense of sternness left her voice as she wrapped herself around Ginny’s body. She leaned her lips to Ginny’s ear and whispered softly “absolutely.” Then she kissed her deeply on the lips.

“Ma’am, I have a question,” said Ginny.

“What is it, Miss. Weasley?”

“Did you brush your teeth before coming to bed, and gargle?” asked Ginny with a broad grin. “After all, that was my brother you were blowing tonight.”

“Yes, Miss. Weasley, I practiced good oral hygiene tonight,” replied Hermione sardonically. “And for being such a nosy little bitch and asking, you can serve a third detention. Now shift your arse girl and get to work.”

It would be a long tiresome day tomorrow for both of them, because they weren’t going to get much sleep tonight, but it wasn’t the first time that had happened.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

Ginny’s entrance to the Gryffindor common room had not gone unnoticed. From the entryway to the boy’s dorms, a lone black boy watched as Ginny had crossed the floor and ascended the steps. Dean Thomas felt a strong pressure form in his loins as he watched her move. Dean had always lusted after Ginny Weasley. His mouth went dry as he heard the clipping of her boot heels on the stone floor; he ached as he watched her pretty little arse move in that beautiful rolling way that women in heels could make it move. His mother would be very proud of him if he brought her home, even if she was from a poor arse white trash family.

Dean wanted to fuck her so bad he could barely contain himself, but the problem was that bastard Potter. He had tried his damnedest last year to get her to let him be her black stud. He had reminded her of how all black men were well hung, and that he had never been beaten at any of the boy’s secret throwdowns where they measured each other up. Then she had dumped him for Potter last spring just as he was three-fourth’s of the way into her knickers. She hadn’t liked the idea that she was the bitch and he was the man, and that meant that she did as she was told. He had bragged to everyone about how close he was to busting her cherry, and then she’d made him a laughing stock by dumping him.

It would be different this year. He would get himself square with Potter and the little Weasley bitch. Things were different now. Ginny’s parents now disapproved of Harry’s attentions for their daughter, and Harry had been told to keep away from her. To further ensure that the two did not get back together, Molly Weasley had decided to secretly help Ginny lose her feelings for Harry.

Dean’s mum was a social friend of Molly Weasley. Molly liked the idea that she had ‘black friends’ cause it made her feel real liberal. Dean knew that his mum really thought Molly Weasley was a poor, fat, white trash bitch. However, the Weasleys were purebloods so she tolerated her. Now Molly had asked Dean’s mum to get him to reassert his attention for Ginny, to help her keep her mind off Harry.

To ensure that Ginny abandoned Harry, Molly decided to use a little magic. Ginny’s family didn’t have money for her to spend on treats at the shops in Hogsmeade, so Molly compensated by sending Ginny homemade treats by owl post. This year Molly’s treats would have something special, a small dose of love potion made with a drop of Dean’s blood. It would cause Ginny to be attracted specifically to Dean. Of course, Molly believed it was to be a platonic relationship, but Dean had other ideas.

“She’s gonna get a severe case of jungle fever,” laughed Dean to himself. “Followed by morning sickness.” Before the year was out he intended on sending that white trash bitch back home with something for her momma to rock to sleep at night.

Dean knew he needed to be patient, once school got started, and Ginny began enjoying her treats from home, then he would make his move. Potter would be edged out as the potion took effect, and Dean would start satisfying his carnal desires with Ginny. Not quite the gentlemanly attention Molly Weasley thought her daughter would receive from her dear friend’s son. When the term was over it would be Ginny’s turn to find out what it was like to get dumped. Then she could go back to that damned Potter and offer him sloppy seconds behind him if he still wanted her. Dean didn’t give a damn either way. Best of all, he knew Potter couldn’t do anything about it because he would only get Ginny and himself in trouble if he tried to object.

As he entered into the Seventh year boys dorm room he saw Neville heading towards the showers for a late night cold shower. That figured. Dean followed Neville and walked up behind him as he stood there naked under the flow of water.

“Looks like a long year for you, Peanut,” he said startling Neville. Dean knew that it always embarrassed him to hear Dean call him Peanut in reference to the small size of his penis made it look like a peanut.

“Why don’t you break with tradition and go pick on some one else this year,” said Neville. “I would have thought you’d have learned better by now.”

‘Well, speaking of learned better,” he said curtly as his hand shot out and grabbed Neville by his scrotum and squeezed painfully. “You’d think you would have learned to speak a bit more respectful to your betters.”

Neville tried to pull Dean’s hand away, but Dean only dug the end of his thumb into one of the testicles drawing a screech of pain from him. “I know what you really are,” he whispered to Neville. “I’ve seen you at night, I know what you do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, now stop it or I’ll tell McGonagall.”

“No you won’t, Peanut,” said Dean with a vicious tone. “I know, and I’ll tell everyone about you, about the night you came in and your little lover boy was fast asleep with his stiff little wiener poking out the fly of his jammies. I saw you staring at Harry as he had his little wet dream, and I saw you get in your bed and wank like mad while you stared at his pathetic excuse for a cock.”

“No, I didn’t,” Neville moaned gritting his teeth through the crushing pain in his testicle.

“So you are calling me a liar?” said Dean tersely as he tightened his grip. Neville recoiled in pain and fell to the floor of the shower, with Dean settling down upon his chest still squeezing Neville’s ball. “Admit it you, you fucking little fag, you want to suck his cock, you want to taste his jizz sliding down your throat, you’re a blazing homo and you’re in love with Harry Potter, and I’m going to tell everyone…I’m going to tell Harry.”

“Nooooo,” screamed Neville, a thread of fright now in his voice. “Don’t….”

“Then you do love Harry?”

“Yes…yes, I love Harry,” whimpered Neville.

“You see you have me all wrong, Longbottom,” said Dean as he eased the pressure on his grip. “I’m not a homophobe or any of that stupid shit. I’m in favor of fags, cause the more of you there are out there with your cocks in each others arseholes, the more pussy there is for me to fuck. I’m actually grateful to you arsebandits in a funny sort of way.”

Neville just lay there crying, he didn’t want his secret known, most of all by Harry. As Dean released him and stood up over him, he covered his aching groin with his hands. He watched as Dean unzipped his own trousers and drug out his own cock and slowly began to stroke it with his hand.

“What I don’t understand, Peanut, is why if you want to suck a cock, why you would want to suck Potter's? He’s almost as small as you, I would think you’d want a real dick in your mouth, something about eight inches long and two inches across, something like my dick. But I guess that’s just the way you fags are. Have a good night, Longbottom.”

Neville slowly got back on his feet as he watched Dean leave the shower room still laughing at him. Why did he feel the way he did towards Harry? He had tried to date girls, but most didn’t care for him. He wanted to have sex with a girl, most any girl would do at the moment, but there was something about Harry he just couldn’t shake himself free of. Sometimes he felt so confused.