[Episode 244491] [Episode 244491]
"Oh, my beautiful Golden Dragon…" Harri cooed as she gently stroked the impressive shaft of man flesh that had been just freed from Draco's trousers. "Did you miss me having to see to your needs these last few days…?"
Draco moaned as his whole body seemed to shudder as the eternity-of-pinpricks feeling of his redheaded lover's touch on his manhood overwhelmed him. "He must have," came the warm voice of his other lover as she gently parted his shirt so she could suckle one of his nipples, which was guaranteed to make him even more aroused and willing to fire his ivory gold deep into Harri's warm, waiting mouth. "Well, we'll need to spend some time to make up for the loneliness he must have felt without us being close by."
"Indeed we must, Pansy-vayae," Harri whispered as she then manoeuvred herself to gently entrap Draco's love machine between her breasts as her tongue leaned down to fleck back and forth over his tip, which made Draco cry out in delight as one of his hands reached over to slip under Pansy's skirt to get at her panties while the other one threaded fingers through Harri's hair as he felt their minds slowly enter his own…
The library…
"Oh, Blaise…"
Blaise perked on hearing that husky voice, and then he turned to gaze in amusement at a smiling tomboy with dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes, who was now gazing at him with her normal wanting look, which stirred something deep within both his heart and his loins as he gave her a smile. "A headache, Sarah?" he asked.
Sally-Anne Perks' smile grew even saucier. "Have a cure for it?"
With that, he closed his books and slipped them into his bag before he stood up and walked over to join his Hufflepuff lover. She then took his hand and walked him deeper into the library, towards a remote corner near the Restricted Section that had, long ago, been set aside by their predecessors as a place where young witches could have some quality time with young wizards. The "Smart Girls Corner" — as this place was always called — was protected by so many layers of notice-me-not charms and special magical repellent charms dating back decades. Despite its rather open physical structure — people standing in five of the book rows had a clear view of the small collection of lounge chairs — it was quite possible (as Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis had proven once when they had ambushed Theo Nott for a very hot and steamy four-way the previous winter) to do anything one wanted in this place and not even Headmaster Dumbledore himself would be able to notice.
Sally-Anne whispered a spell as she walked Blaise past the charms line, which would ensure that he could come into this place (it WAS called the "Smart Girls Corner" for a reason), and then she stopped as she pointed her wand to herself and whispered another spell. Blaise didn't notice; he was now gaping at the sight of three very perfect witches, standing very still as if they were deactivated robots in front of one of the study tables there. Of course, all three of them were dressed in lace-and-mesh teddies that Hermione and Harri had ordered from a muggle shop called "Victoria's Secret" for all of their coven-mates, even a rather stocky girl like Millicent Bulstrode. And given that they were all standing as still as robots…
Well, when one was in Rome…
"Sarah Unit, what is the status of the Hermione Unit, the Daphne Unit and the Tracey Unit?" he then said after transfiguring his outer cloak into a white doctor's smock; like Narcissa Malfoy, Blaise Zabini was a big fan of muggle movies and television shows. Especially those shows that had a science fiction slant to them.
"All three units in question have been functioning at peak performance, Doctor Zabini," Sally-Anne answered in the cold, impersonal monotone pure-born Avalonians normally demonstrated when they first emerged from gestation. "However, all three units currently require a deeper inspection of their sexual functions."
Blaise nodded as he set aside his book bag, and then he sighed with a mock show of annoyance. "Well, I suppose I could spare some time…"
Even if their faces were still, the four witches were madly grinning inside; Blaise WAS a very gifted lover and quite innovative when it came to pleasing them…
Draco moaned as Harri took in all of his manhood, nearly gorging herself as she swallowed his flesh before pulling herself back almost all the way out to the tip before taking it back in again. By now, Pansy was nude and resting her womanhood right over his face, which allowed him to grab her by both butt cheeks and pull her down so he could probe the folds of her opening with his tongue, not to mention gently nibble on her clit while her body swayed over him, her hands kneading her breasts as she allowed her empathy and telepathy to link into his mind and allow his passions to flood her brain, forcing her — and Harri, of course — to new plateaus of ecstasy.
As he felt a slow rush build up deep inside him, Draco could only marvel at how much his life — and that of his classmates — had radically changed when Harri had ensured all the girls in their year would become Avalonians in the wake of the opening of Master Salazar's fabled Chamber of Secrets. How four normally separate groups of twelve- and thirteen-year old girls — five Gryffindors (Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil, Aesup Mun and Brianna Spinks), six Hufflepuffs (Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Megan Jones, Sally-Anne Perks, Jane Roper and Marian Rivers), six other Slytherins (Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Achelois Runcorn and Camellia Matthews), and five Ravenclaws (Sǔ Lì, Lisa Turpin, Padma Patil, Mandy Brocklehurst and Mòrag MacDougall) — had gladly tossed aside ALL thoughts of house rivalries and personal desires to form a COVEN of all things with Harri Evans as head witch! And even more so, said coven had made it very clear that it would not fix their desires and wants on any single wizard (as was the tradition in older days) but would gladly pick and choose wizards that satisfied them magically, physically and emotionally to eventually become the fathers of their future children.
It was a damned good thing that they never made their announcement public; such would have totally turned wizarding Britain totally upside-down as a result.
And that, Draco had decided when he had been welcomed into their bodies and hearts at the start of their third year at Hogwarts, was a necessary thing.
He gasped suddenly as he felt himself explode deep into Harri's throat, which made Pansy cry out as she reached down to push his face deep into her womanhood as her own orgasm overtook her. Draco lapped her skin up as Harri did the same thing; as it was often said when it came to Slytherin girls, they always swallowed. Once that was done, Draco laid back before he jolted as Harri began to mentally force him back erect again. Oh, Merlin! Round Two! he thought to himself as Pansy began to slide back.
«You never complained about this before,» Pansy telepathically advised him as she poised herself to allow Harri to gently press Draco's manhood into her opening.
"Am I complaining?" he verbally asked.
Harri hummed. "Well, our beautiful golden dragon seems ready for another flight."
Pansy moaned as she felt that impressive shaft slide slowly into her. "Oh, definitely… OH, DRAKE!" she yelped as a mini-orgasm flushed through her. "Yessssssss…"
Draco and Harri cried out as well as the brunette witch relaxed herself, and then began to slowly gyrate her hips to send more torrents of pleasure straight into his brain. As Pansy did that, Harri moved to sit down beside Draco as she pulled off her skirt and panties so that she could take turns kissing and suckling his nipples while also reintroducing her mouth to his. Of course, he was more than happy to reach over and play with her impressive breasts — Harri was no Susan Bones in that department, but she was quite nicely stacked — as they kissed and held each other close…
The Gryffindor Quidditch Team change room…
Ron jerked. "Lav…"
"Quiet," hissed the invisible woman underneath the Cloak of True Invisibility before she leaned down to gently take his own love machine into her mouth.
As he tried to relax — thanking Merlin that no one was in the room at this time while Lavender was working away on "Mister Seeker" (as she teasingly called his manhood) — Ron felt his own mind drift back to when he first learned the incredible truth about Harri Evans and what she had endured not just for herself, but for all her friends, too. Especially the woman he now gladly saw as his future wife and mother of his future children…not to mention the other girl (who was now clearly close by, though not hidden under the Cloak) that public society would view as his future mistress, but would in his mind be his equal as much as Lavender Brown is.
Like Ginny, Ron had been bombarded by his parents for years when it came to the Potters and how close their family had been to the parents of the Boy-Who-Lived when they were fighting You-Know-Who in the last war. That made Harry's "death" at the hands of a rabid dog owned by his uncle's sister all the more painful for the youngest Weasley boy to take, though it wasn't nothing like the month-long crying fit Ginny had thrown when the news had broken out in the Daily Prophet. Of course, that had been mollified somewhat when he befriended a smiling and quite nice half-blood, muggle-raised girl named Harri Jamie Evans on his first trip on the Hogwarts Express over five years before (along with other people such as Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom). A girl that he gladly came to accept as a friend even if she did have (as he saw it then) the ill-luck to be condemned into the Serpents' Den when she had been sorted.
"Hello, Ronald…"
Ron smiled as he watched Pavarti lean over him, dressed now in a Gryffindor Quidditch jersey (with nothing else on so he could get to the more important places on the Tamilar woman's body, of course), as she leaned down to kiss him. He didn't refuse her, much less resist as her hands gently opened his shirt to get at his chest as she moved to straddle him, poising her own womanhood right in range of the tip of his manhood as Lavender moved to allow it to slide into Pavarti's body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! RON!" Pavarti cried out as he pushed into her, and then she moaned as Lavender — who had thrown off the cloak to reveal she was totally nude save for socks and shoes — moved to allow her to sit up, reaching under Pavarti's jersey to get at her breasts and start playing with them as she kissed and nibbled at her ear.
Ron grinned as he felt his hips start to thrust as he began to pump Pavarti hard. While he had made love to all of the other members of Harri's coven — yes, including Harri herself — he had to admit that as time went on, he couldn't imagine living his life after Hogwarts with anyone other than Lavender and Pavarti sharing his bed. Oh, yeah, the other girls were gifted lovers — as soon as they were comfortable with it, they began to regularly practice with both themselves and with male volunteers from their year at the Smart Girls Corner in the library and the Room of Requirement — but he was still quite partial to Gryffindor girls. And of those girls, he was pretty much turned off by Hermione's and Aesup's intelligence and Brianna saw herself as Aesup's partner and minder when it came to her studies in technomancy (which was pretty much forbidden in normal British wizarding society but quite acceptable elsewhere).
He shuddered as he felt himself erupt deep into Pavarti, making her scream out in joy and relief as her own body bucked. Lavender — after allowing her own orgasm to rush through her — then moved over to lie beside him, devouring his lips with her own as she guided his hands to her breasts. Damn, if this was what Harri and her friends had in mind for the future, he sure as hell wasn't complaining…
"Oh, Drake…so good…"
Draco could only smile as he held a tired Pansy close to him as she nodded off. Harri had got the Room to reconfigure itself into a large bedchamber so that they all could be more comfortable as they made love to each other. Speaking of which, the redhead was now holding him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder as she closed her eyes and allowed her own fatigue to overcome her; while the time zone difference between Ontario and Scotland was only five hours in non-daylight savings time parts of the year, the difference had been noticeable and their bodies needed a chance to reorientate themselves back to their normal working schedules.
Which was good, Draco mused. Much that he loved the sex he had with his two lovers, he also didn't mind taking a break after getting a wonderful blowjob from Harri and then screwing Pansy into a screaming orgasm right after the other.
And he did like the chance to think of what the future held in store for them all.
And — despite the looming threat of Voldemort — said future looked very promising.
Draco may take a lot physically after his father, but he was his mother's son as well as his father's son and heir to the position as the Marquess Malfoy of Cumbria, one of the seven Noble and Most Ancient Magical Houses — the upper of the four tiers of the noble clans that had formed the original Sovereign's Council of Wizards in the wake of the Conquest of 1066 — of the House of Lords Wizengamot that helped Her Majesty's Minister for Magic preside over wizarding Britain in the name of the Crown. And much that he had been willing to parrot the pureblood agenda — especially in the presence of the Dark Lord, who gladly saw in Draco and his generation the core of a new squad of Death Eaters to press his own goals — when prompted to, Draco was not blind.
Wizarding Britain was dying.
There was no escaping that fact.
And try as so many had done over the years to get the warning out about it, no one listened, content to live out their own lives as their ancestors had done.
It was a recipe for a holocaust.
A system of governance so badly broken down thanks to greed and bribery that people such as Susan's aunt Amelia and Ron's father Arthur were the only truly HONEST wizards and witches left to help administer the land. The continuous hiring prejudices against people of "questionable" blood status or parentage; Harri's other godfather Remus Lupin had been the best of the DADA professors Draco had learned under, yet people couldn't take the fact that he was a werewolf (who was only truly dangerous during the nights of the full moon!). The steady "brain drain" of intelligent half-bloods, muggleborns and half-breeds out of Britain; Hermione, during the one time Draco had taken her to bed in their third year, had gladly admitted that if things didn't improve when she did her NEWTs, she would gladly migrate to Australia or Canada. And so many other things…
It HAD to be changed.
It WOULD be changed.
And thanks to Harri Evans — the first of his generation who had, thanks to Fate and very caring ALIENS who were prepared to see her live her life in peace and harmony, her eyes opened to the real truths of Life — he knew how it would be done.
And even more so, all of his year-mates — even Ron Weasley, Theo Nott and Zacharias Smith, who were (in their own way) as conservative as Draco himself could be at times — were fully committed to seeing their plan through to the very end.
And they would succeed.
There was no denying that…
A knock. Harri quickly used her magic to make a blanket appear over their nude bodies with her mind before she called out, "C'mon in, Luna! We're all decent!"
The door to the Room opened, revealing a smiling Luna Lovegood, who had a familiar snowy owl perched on her arm. "Hello, Harri, Draco," the silver-blonde Ravenclaw fourth year said as she calmly walked over to stand beside their bed. "I do believe Hedwig has come with very good news from your mother, Drake."
Hedwig hooted as she flew off Luna to land on Harri's arm, leaning over to nibble her human's ear as she took the wrapped letter — which had something within in — off her leg. "Drake…" she breathed out as she opened the letter, allowing a familiar crystal ball to drop into her other hand, and then she gazed at him.
Draco blinked, and then he took the letter to read:
Dearest Harri,
Love,
Your Aunt Cissa
P.S. I'm rather partial to ravens.
Reading that, Harri then gazed at Draco. "Fancy a different weekend trip?"
"Whitehall?" he asked, returning her gaze.
"Of course. Aunt Bella should be there by then, so we can check her out as well."
Draco smiled, and then leaned over to kiss her. "You are so wonderful."
"I do try to be," she admitted.
He laughed as Luna giggled and Hedwig hooted in agreement. By then, Pansy had opened her eyes. "So when do we get Luna crossed over, Harri?" she asked. "I've seen her and felt her mentally undress Ginny ever since she crossed over. And there IS that seer over in Welland that was interested in meeting her when we were over there."
Draco spun around. "There's a seer attending Tariko's school?!"
"Well, she's not magical, but she is precognitive," Harri noted, and then she gazed in amusement at Luna. "I can sense you know about it."
"Sakurako Sugimoto, you mean?" Luna asked. "Oh, yes, she does sound most fascinating. Padma and the others were quite descriptive of her prowess in bed when she delivered coffee to them the morning of Ranma's tag race with Tariko's wife. And she does sound like an interesting subject for the next Quibbler. Perhaps I should travel to Canada to meet her during spring break; maybe we will have our times of the month then."
"What about Ginny?" Pansy asked.
The blonde Ravenclaw smiled knowingly. "Ginevra will see the logic of the situation, of course. Drake, do you fancy actually making love to a 'muggle?'"
"I hardly would call an Avalonian — and a seer at that, even if she wasn't a witch! — a mere 'muggle,' Luna," Draco stated as he wrapped his arms around Harri and Pansy.
"Oh, that's good! As I too have always been attracted to Harry Potter — yet, unlike Ginny, find it quite easy to accept Harri as she is now — you will, of course, be allowed to take my maidenhead when I do cross over, Lord Malfoy."
Draco gaped, and then he blushed. "You honour me, Lady Lovegood."
"You have embraced Master Salazar's true beliefs and dreams, Draco, as much as all those of your year have when it comes to that of ALL the Founders. It is my pleasure as much as it is my dream to become part of Marchioness Potter's coven," Luna stated as she turned to leave, holding out her arm so Hedwig could fly over to land on it so she could be returned to the Owlry. "In the meantime, lunch is upon us and I would recommend getting some food into you before carrying on with your intimate activities. I believe the house elves have outdone themselves today. Until later."
And with that, she walked out of the room. Watching her go, Harri sighed. "There are days that girl just scares me to death," she breathed out.
"You never had to deal with her before you came here, Harri," Pansy warned.
Harri hummed as we now…
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