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Chapter 42: Strange Bedfellows

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Peter Pettigrew walked wearily through the crumbling corridors of the Dark Lord’s magnificent headquarters. Great rat hole was more like it, and he would know. It wasn’t much better here than a cell in Azkaban. Peter walked with a limping sort of shuffle as he had just finished servicing Snape only a few moments before, as usual, once he had cum he ordered Peter out of his room. The bastard was still furious with Bellatrix because she had kicked him in the nuts. Only just recently had Snape’s ability to ejaculate returned to him. As he approached the stretched blanket that served as the door to his quarters, he heard a snickering laugh behind him. It was Bellatrix, and she was in the mood to gloat.

“Well, well,” she said with false concern, “I see my dear old friend Severus has gotten his groove back. You only walk like that after he’s pounded your arse. I guess that little kick I put in his knackers only slowed him down a little, he must be in fine form again.”

Pettigrew said nothing as he stood there looking ruefully at Bellatrix. He merely nodded and made to go on into his quarters, but Bellatrix continued. “He is the only thing left between me and placement as the Dark Lord’s chosen favorite. He lied to the Dark Lord about what happened in the castle that night; he survived because he was the first to run from danger.”

“And I suppose your survival means that you were the second to run,” chided Peter.

“Has he laid his hands on my nephew yet?” asked Bellatrix ignoring Pettigrew’s rib.

“No, the Dark Lord has forbidden it — for the time being,” replied Peter. He was now getting interested in just where this might be headed. She was here with a purpose, not just to tease and taunt

“One could well hope that nothing unfortunate happens to our dear comrade in arms,” said Bellatrix, “but if it did then I would be the Dark Lord’s chief lieutenant, and our nephew would be returned to our care. I could reward those truly loyal to the cause.”

“Do you know of any unfortunate circumstances that might befall our dear friend in the near future?”

“No, but then again I wouldn’t as our mutual friend never allows me anywhere near him unless we are directly under the nose of the Dark Lord. But others have better access than I.”

“So what are you asking for?”

“Oh, nothing, we only wanted it known that we would be grateful to anyone who assisted me in looking after our dear friend’s proper welfare,” said Bella. “Just thought you ought to know.”

“I see,” responded Peter as he heard the clicking of her boot heels recede into the side corridor passage. So Bella wanted allies in bringing down Snape, this could have promise. However, the promise could be one of a reward, or a painful death.

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Everyone else had already arrived for dinner as Harry and Ginny made their way from the master Bedroom at the Garden of Delights. In the atrium entryway Harry saw Hermione, Gabrielle, and Fleur standing there staring at them with wide smiles on their faces. As they neared the group, Fleur looked at Ginny, “Was it as good for you as it was for us?”

“What do you mean?” asked a slightly flustered Ginny.

“I mean the rompy-pompy you two got up to a little while ago.”

“I had expected your Mum to be a bit more discrete,” said Harry a bit angry.

“Our mum had nothing to do with it,” said Gabrielle defensively. “We felt it, Harry, all of us, just like it was us you were shagging. We all came at the same time wherever we were … and it felt good too.”

“Luna actually peed in her knickers she came so hard,” said Fleur, “she’s off now with an elf getting herself fixed up.”

“We all got together and determined it wasn’t one of us you were shagging, so we knew who the lucky girl was at ground zero,” said Hermione as she hugged a still embarrassed Ginny.

“And that’s not all,” said Gabrielle, “you’re pregnant. With…, a girl, I think?”

Ginny just nodded and hugged Harry closer while the other girls congratulated her. Luna came back into the atrium looking no worse for wear, but somewhat embarrassed. She just stood there close to Harry looking at him; Harry could feel a longing in her to touch him, to be held. Harry extended his other arm and embraced her in it.

“So, Harry,” asked Hermione, “other than the obvious, what did you do to make us feel it?”

“I just reached out with my mind the way Merlin said to do,” replied Harry. “I thought it was just to Ginny, but I willed her to feel pleasure at my touch. I didn’t know I was pushing your buttons as well.”

“You can touch my button like that anytime you want to, Harry,” said Luna in that dreamy eyed way she could say things as she snuggled close to Harry.

Harry immediately felt Ginny cringe in jealousy and start for Luna. Harry held her tighter and gave her a little kiss on the forehead to calm her down. Luna seemed to be the only one who hadn’t noticed the reaction.

“I didn’t mean to be engaging in mental group sex, I imagine it can be disconcerting to have that come out of nowhere and hit you,” said Harry as he saw several heads bobbing in agreement.

“I was at the registration desk on the first floor welcoming a group of Irish sorceresses when I came squealing,” said Gabrielle. “Fortunately, I made them think I had one of the elves under the desk being playful. They actually seemed to get off on it.”

“Apparently I going to have to be more careful, or learn better control. That does tie in to tonight’s subject of conversation.”

At the table Desiree, Neville, Remus, Pomfrey, and Balzhoff were waiting. They knew something was up with Harry and the coven, but weren’t sure exactly what it was. The meal was scrumptious as usual. The Chef’s were called in by Harry and thanked, for which they were profoundly grateful. Then came the business of the Order.

“According to Merlin, I need an object of power to focus the energy of the coven on drawing the finding the Horcruxes and destroying them, or transferring them back to Voldemort, and then I can finally kill his arse once I’ve found him. That object, we hope, will be the sword of Merlin, Excalibur. Fleur, if you will assist me.”

Using her wand, Fleur opened the void in front of the group. Reaching in, she retrieved the Sorting Hat that she had placed there for safekeeping along with the sword of Gryffindor.

“About time,” bitched the Hat. “It was getting pretty boring in there, nobody to talk to now. But I suppose you lot want something now.”

“I need the shell horn from you to call Nimue. We want her to give Excalibur to Harry.”

“That is a lot of power you will be taking on, Potter,” said the Hat. “Are you sure you can handle it without getting us all destroyed?”

“Not entirely,” answered Harry. “That’s why I have tried to enlist help to guide me in how to do this.”

“An honest answer,” said the Sorting Hat. The Hat then made a grimace like it was trying to take a shit and couldn’t. “Reach inside me, Fleur, the shell is there for you.”

Fleur did as the Hat said and pulled out a chipped seashell that had a small bronze mouthpiece attached to it. Fleur looked at it a minute then handed it to Harry. It didn’t look like much, but many of the really old magical artifacts didn’t anyway.

“The Order has two items on its agenda tonight, both are security oriented. When and where do we make the try to contact Nimue, and, assuming we get the sword, how do we insure that Voldemort can never get his hands upon it? Merlin said that I had to blow the horn, in the company of my coven, into a body of water connected to the sea. Nimue would answer it. Ideas on how to proceed?”

“We should use the void as our line of approach and retreat,” said Fleur. “It’s also the safest place we know of to store the sword, although added security inside would be good.”

Harry looked at Professor Balzhoff silently asking her opinion. “I would suggest we locate some fairly remote beach in the north, layer our defense. Harry, you and the coven go to the waters edge to deal with this Nimue. The coven can spread out a bit behind you and be ready to support you if trouble pops up. Remus and I will hang back and guard the rear. If we are attacked there won’t be time to open a new path into the void. I suggest Neville and Desiree stand in the void to keep it open and to lay down covering fire if anything goes wrong and we have to make a break for the opening. Poppy you stay inside the void and be ready to handle anyone who might be injured.”

Harry looked around the room and saw heads nodding in agreement. “I can’t find any fault in that; we’ll give it a try. Any specific ideas for a place to do all this?”

“I have an idea,” said Gabrielle. “There is a fairly quiet cove mum used to carry us to over near Ravenglass. It’s on the sea.”

“That would be a good location,” added Fleur. “There usually aren’t many muggles around there this time of year. I can scout the area first thing tomorrow morning, and mark a safe entry point for the void opening.

There seemed to be a general agreement with the idea. “I’d like to go too,” said Balzhoff, “I want to know what the layout is before we are there for real.”

“That sounds all right,” said Harry. “How are you two planning to get in and out without attracting attention?”

“You’re going to loan me the motorbike,” said Fleur, smiling coyly.

“The what?” asked Balzhoff.

“You’ll see,” said Harry as he grinned at Fleur. “So we’ll scout the area tomorrow morning, and then make plans based on that. So let’s get some rest tonight.”

The next morning Fleur and Balzhoff left early on the motorbike to check out the Ravenglass area. Desiree took a disguised Ginny shopping in Paris, along with Hermione, Luna, and Gabrielle. Ginny was told that she needed to start learning how to spend Harry’s money. Neville was covertly sent to visit with his grandmother for a few hours, and was to return around lunchtime. The villa was fairly quiet for a while with just the elves working around the area. Harry got up and, after a quick breakfast, went for a run through the woodland property of the villa estate.

Even though the outside property was well protected from outside viewers by security spells Harry noticed that he was under constant observation by several elves who shadowed him. When his run was over, he planned to go the gym to do some toning exercises and then maybe take a turn in the pool. If wasn’t for Voldemort trying to kill him it wouldn’t be a bad life at all. As he came back in sight of the villa on his run he thought he might as well ask Remus to join him in the gym. He was looking a little pale the night before as he usually did right after his monthly transformations were over.

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Remus Lupin was a man who was cursed in many ways, but the curse of the Irish wasn’t one of them. During their school days Remus had always been envied by James (whom he had nicknamed ‘thumb dick’), Sirius (nicknamed ‘some dick’), and especially Peter (whom he referred to as either ‘needle dick’ or ‘need-a dick’) for how well endowed he was naturally. By their last year in school, Remus could boast of an eight and a half incher, twice what James could show, and half again longer than Sirius.

The maddest James had ever gotten at him was the time in their sixth year when he and James had both wanted to shag a nice looking Hufflepuff girl named Melody Brookbridge. She was blonde and had a fantastic set of tits that Remus badly wanted to bury his head in; but James was the more outgoing of the two and his ability to bullshit with the opposite sex usually got him the first choice of girls. But on that particular night Remus had hit upon an idea, he enchanted his and James’ trousers and pants so that in ultraviolet wand light they became transparent in front. Remus even left his underpants off so he would get maximum hang and exhibit his endowment.

While James was making his pitch to Melody about his sexual prowess, Remus winked at Melody and silently made his wand light up in UV, which is invisible to the eye. James’ shortcomings were exposed to Melody, as was Remus’ attributes. Melody’s eyes lit up as she stared at Remus’ obviously superior endowment. Then Remus played his second trump, he licked the end of his nose with the tip of his tongue. Remus then covertly pointed at the stairway up to the Divination tower and held up five fingers. Melody gave him a slight nod and a smile.

James’ advances were politely, but firmly, rejected by Melody, and he was sent back to the Gryffindor dorms to wank. Meanwhile, Remus was soon enjoying a very satisfying piece of arse in the back row of the Divination classroom. James was livid, he knew that Remus had sabotaged him in some way, but he couldn’t figure it out. It actually wasn’t until a few months before James was killed that he got Remus to tell him what he had done. They were drinking in a bar nearby with Sirius, and Remus thought Sirius never would stop laughing. James was a bit angry at first, but soon got over it and started laughing himself at the trick. James and Sirius had been like that back in the old days. It was still hard sometimes to believe that they were really gone.

Right now though, Remus Lupin was as horny as he had been that night with Melody. The transformation into a werewolf always raised his testosterone levels so that when he was human again he was ready for sex with almost anything. The worst part was that the transformations also left him so exhausted that for a couple of days after the full moon had passed he was too sick and tired to even wank. After that, he had the energy and the desire, all he needed was a partner. It was times like this that he really missed Tonks, she had been the perfect girlfriend, ready for sex at the drop of a hat, although not always just with him, as he had found out after her death.

He lay on the bed in his room at the Garden of Delights villa wondering if he could beg another turn with the resident house elves off Harry when Poppy Pomfrey came in the door after a quick perfunctory knock. She had told him that she would be up to check the progress of some scratches on his stomach where Lupin had injured himself while as a werewolf.

Wounds from his claws were difficult to treat immediately after his transformations ended, so it took a few days to heal them. The wounds from the last transformation period were almost completely gone by this time, but Poppy insisted on checking him every day. Remus had started to believe that she was interested in more than nursing his injuries. She wasn’t a bad looking woman, he thought, in fact, with a little effort to make herself more attractive she would be considered quite pretty. She just seemed to need an invitation she couldn’t easily ignore, or refuse.

Lupin was covered with a thin sheet that barely covered his crotch area. Poppy sat down the bowl of warm water and wet the cloth she was carrying. As she ran the cloth over the scratches on his lower abdomen Lupin relaxed his control of his lust. The sheet immediately below where she was working tented as Lupin experienced a full erection.

Poppy just stared for a moment. Lupin was certainly hung, and below the tent she could see the sheet moving in rhythm as his balls throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Gingerly, she moved the sheet aside to reveal a throbbing blue veined erection that looked hard enough to cut diamonds. She took her hand and almost absent-mindedly began to rub the erection. As incredible as it seemed, she felt him get harder under her hand. Poppy was not a highly experienced woman in pleasing a man sexually. She had spent too many years at Hogwarts, and too many nights masturbating with Sprout and Pince. Listening to their stories of young paramours with erections like this that they had serviced. Poppy had had a few men in her younger days, not that she was as old as many thought her. She was actually still in her late thirties, hardly too old for a man, even for a family. She had a few hopes back then of a husband and children from the men she was dating, but they had never seemed serious.

Looking into Remus’ eyes she now saw a man in need, a man who wanted her as a woman. Remus was a handsome man to be sure; he had a lean and wolfish look to him even in human form. Whatever it was, she liked it. She felt a warm tingle in her crotch as she stood there. She hadn’t even diddled herself in weeks; she still had too many terrifying memories when she lay in her bed all alone of how close she had come to death. She wanted to live, really live, and she wanted this man inside her if he would have her.

“Ah…, well, Remus would…, I mean …, are you interested…,” she sputtered nervously.

Remus Lupin came off the bed in one fluid movement and embraced Poppy tightly; she shivered with anticipation as she felt the long muscular arms around her. Then he kissed her long and full on the lips. “Get out of those robes and get your arse in that bed, because I’m about to fuck you till you get cross-eyed,” he said in a no nonsense way. There was one area of life where Remus Lupin never lacked for self-confidence; he knew how to please a woman.

“Yes…, yes sir,” muttered Poppy in a docile way as she slipped quickly out of her clothing and kicked away her shoes. She lay in the bed and made no movement to resist when Lupin spread her legs apart and wedged himself between them. A wave of his wand and she felt warm lubricant inside her, then Remus entered her. The feeling of such a large man inside her was mixed. It hurt a bit to have him push his way inside her as the walls of her vagina expanded to accept the entry, and it felt so good to feel his cock probing deeper inside her. She instinctively wrapped her long slim legs around his waist and pulled him into her, till she was pinned in place beneath him. All she could do was lie there and look plaintively into his eyes. She decided that this was a good man, and she wanted him. Mentally and physically, she surrendered herself to him. He could have her.

Remus’ body lay gently atop hers, she wasn’t being hurt by the pressure, but she knew that she wasn’t going anywhere until the man on top of, and inside, her was done with her. Remus grunted in an animal like manner as he thrust his cock in and out of her, his wolf like eyes were locked on hers and held her fixed. Poppy knew that she wasn’t being seduced, or made love to, and any of those other silly euphemisms for it; she was a woman being fucked by a man. A strong hard man who was holding her down and satisfying his animal lust in her. She was his bitch, and it felt damn good to her. For the first time in a very long time, she considered herself a real woman.

Remus picked up the pace of his strokes sending Poppy into near ecstasy as she felt the manly length of his cock sliding in her. She could feel the waves of body heat generated by his exertions; she could smell the damp musky scent of his sweat. She felt something rising inside her, as if something long trapped was trying to escape. She began to moan and sigh in time with his thrusts, while his eyes held hers completely fixed. Her cares and fears all disappeared; there was only the two of them, and that moment. However, at that moment there was a knock at the door and Harry walked in, “Remus, would you like to —.” Poppy was aghast, but Remus never missed a stroke.

“Not now, Harry, we’re busy!” he yelled without taking his eyes off Poppy’s.

The door quickly closed with a click, and a growl from Remus brought her attention back to him. In a few more moments she was back to where she had been, lost in his stare, and felt her own lust rising. They had been seen; now everybody would know that old stick in the mud Madam Pomfrey was getting laid … wasn’t it fucking fantastic!

The sensation hit her suddenly like a wave of pure ecstasy, it rode up her spine to her brain where it exploded, blocking out nearly everything. She could still feel it as Remus began to stroke her hard, she could feel his scrotum slapping against her anus. It felt so good. She heard Remus grunt loudly, almost roar, then shove himself as deep within her as he could. Moments later she felt a hot liquid begin to fill the depths of her twat; she knew it was Remus’ semen flowing inside her. He sighed above her as the waves of his own pleasure passed through his body. Looking down at her, he smiled and began kissing her face gently.

“Poppy, that was wonderful,” he whispered softly in her ear. “Has anybody ever told you what a hot piece of arse you are?”

“No,” she replied softly, somewhat embarrassed.

“Well you are,” Remus said in a matter-of-fact way. “A man could get used to having something like that on a regular basis. If you were willing to make it available to him.”

“I am,” she said a bit hesitantly. Remus smiled down at her and their lips met in a kiss.

He gently removed his cock from her and lay down beside her, holding her in his arms, her head resting on his furry chest. A quick call out to Dobby resulted in a few cleaning spells to deal with spilt bodily fluids and a set of clean sheets. Despite herself, Poppy began to sob quietly.

“Did I hurt you?” came a genuinely concerned voice from the man beside her.

“No…, I just…, it’s just been a while since I was with a man,” she said. “At least a man that wanted me as a woman, that is.”

Lupin responded by snuggling closer to her. He kissed her brow and with his free hand toyed with her breast. “And I guess nobody has ever told you that you have a nice set of tits either?”

“No!” she answered with a shy grin.

“Well you do, not too big, not too small, just a perfect overflowing handful.”

Remus cuddled with Poppy, holding her to him, kissing her, and gently stroking her body; after a bit, Poppy Pomfrey was serenely asleep in his arms. Remus held her for a little while longer then eased out of bed to take a pee. While sex usually made men sleepy, it tended to energize Lupin. While he was still at the villa he might as well enjoy it. He slipped on a pair of skimpy swim trunks that did little to hide his attributes, and sauntered towards the pool. After a twenty-minute workout he went to the atrium to dry in the sun. Harry was already finished his morning workout and was there stretched out on a chaise; he was naked except for a pair of shades. Seeing he was overdressed, Lupin simply pulled off the unnecessary wet trunks and lay down in the lounger next to Harry’s.

“I apologize for busting in while you were getting some,” said Harry. “I hope I didn’t ruin the moment.”

“Hell no, Harry,” laughed Lupin. “I was so horny Voldemort could have walked in and I wouldn’t have missed a stroke.”

“So how is old Poppy in bed?”

“Damned good, once you get her juices flowing. She likes for you to be in control. I wish now I had tried her that year I was teaching at Hogwarts.”

“What did you do for horizontal recreation that year? …McGonagall?” asked Harry.

“Harry, please!” said Lupin with a disgusted look. “I’ve never been that desperate for pussy in my life. Though I wasn’t far off from it … sometimes. I spent a goodly number of weeknights out in the greenhouse with old Sprout, bless her heart.”

“Oh, yeah!” laughed Harry in concurrence. “First time I ever got any doggystyle was down there with her.”

“You did Sprout?” Remus asked. “I’m surprised you didn’t fall in that thing and require one of Flitwick’s levitation spells to get you back out.”

“It was sure stretched out,” laughed Harry, while mimicking the ‘flick and swish’ motion students were taught to use with the wand. “I had to keep rubbing my cock against one side of it just to get enough friction to come. But she was a good hearted woman; I wish she were still here.”

“You and me both!” said Lupin. “She could grow some of the finest shit I ever smoked too.”

“You and me both,” laughed Harry.

“By the way does your intended know about your faculty liaisons with Sprout?”

“No, and I want it to stay that way too!” said Harry.

“Hey, I’m just the hired help, not my place to tell tales around here,” said Lupin. “Anyway, I saw that Ginny has Lily’s old wand now, I had wondered what happened to it. It’s a really superior wand for making potions.”

“Sirius brought the wand to Desiree, she kept it for me, and I gave it to Ginny. Ginny has taken more to potions making of late, she and Desiree are planning to do some things together in that area with my mum’s old perfume recipes. Odd thing though, Ginny’s patronus has changed since she was accepted by the wand.”

“Let me guess,” said Remus, “it’s a doe.”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“That was your mother’s patronus after she fell in love with your dad. They would be out playing with them back behind the old house they lived in, James’ stag, and Lily’s doe. They even got to the point that the stag would mount the doe. That used to make Peter so horny he couldn’t stand it. James kinda liked picking on Peter. Things might have gone different if we had treated him better.”

“Yeah,” agreed Harry. “There were some parts of dad’s character that were flawed.

“True, but the good parts far outweighed the bad,” said Remus. “However, there is something I would very much like to know if I’m permitted to be nosy. Were you the one behind Filch’s little escapade in the Forbidden Forest? He babbled to us that Sprout had led him into the woods and was lost in there with him. He kept wanting to go back in after her. That was one of your elves wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Harry. “I was tired of Filch shadowing me, or what I thought was Filch. I knew he had a raging hard-on for Sprout because I’d seen him wanking outside her window. So I had an elf take him into the Forbidden Forest and get him lost. I was actually down in the greenhouse that night smoking weed with Sprout. Luna Lovegood showed up later and I had her on Sprout’s bed. I had the elf lead him away from the spider’s so he had a fair chance of surviving.”

“You were responsible for what happened to the Thomas kid too, I bet. In fact, if I recall the layout of your apartment correctly, the beating he got occurred directly beneath your apartment veranda. You were probably up there watching.”

“Now does that sound like the sort of thing that the son of James Potter would do?” asked Harry avoiding the issue.

“Maybe not early on during our school days together, but later on, hell yes,” said Remus. “Your dad had some faults in him that many didn’t know about. James was basically a good man, easy to make friends with, and he easily forgave his friends who wronged him; but he could be damned cruel to those he didn’t like. You know what he did to Snape that time by the lake for no reason at all other than to humiliate him. In the case of Filch, I wouldn’t have put it past James to have let him die out there. Maybe Filch deserved some rough treatment for all he’s done over the years, but the Thomas boy was left a eunuch from the beating he received, and he’s probably going to be serving a long sentence in a prison cell. Did he really deserve that cruel a punishment for courting Ginny, he was just a teenage boy looking for some pussy same as you?”

Harry looked over at Remus and told him about the blood magic that Thomas had used to steal Ginny from him, and that Molly Weasley had been an unwitting accomplice. As he finished the story, Remus sat there silent for a while. “If someone had tried blood magic to steal your Mum from him, James would have done as bad … or worse.”

Harry looked over at Remus. “Is that what my dad really would have done?”

“Yeah,” answered Lupin. “Harry, your dad had a mean and vindictive streak in him before your Mum mellowed him out a bit there at the end, maybe your arrival had some effect too. Sirius would do mean things to people just to mess with them, your dad would do it to fuck them up for real. If someone was his enemy he could be quite cruel to them, up to a point. I can’t think of anybody he actually had killed, and he did stop Snape from walking into the trap with me that Sirius had setup. Although I think he did it more to keep Sirius and me out of trouble, more than a concern if Snape lived. James had a number of admirable traits, loyalty to his friends being one, but those who opposed him, or stood in his way had better be careful.”

“Well, I knew my dad could be a real arsehole,’ said Harry. “That was why Snape hated him so much, and then hated me just for being his son.”

“No, no, Harry, you have it all wrong. The reason that Snape acted the way he did towards you wasn’t because he hated your dad. The first three years that we were at Hogwarts, Snape was a friend of your dad. They were buddies almost. Snape was always hanging around James; it was like he worshiped him.”

“I’ve never heard that before,” said an amazed Harry. “What happened to make them become enemies?”

“One Saturday morning right after we had started our fourth year, James awoke in the dorm to find Severus standing there staring down at him and wanking as hard as he could. James asked him what he was doing and Snape told James he was in love with him and always had been since meeting him. That’s when we learned that old Snape was an arse bandit.”

“What did my dad do?”

“Started laughing like hell because he naturally assumed that Sirius and I had put Snape up to it as a joke. When he found out that Snape really did want to bugger him in the arse then he got furious and punched Snape in the sack. Snape and he became bitter enemies after that. From that moment on Snape always seemed to be in love with James, but hated him for rejecting him. Your dad then spent the last four years at Hogwarts never missing a chance to humiliate Snape, knowing that if Snape did turn James in then he’d leak the story that Snape was queer around the school. Snape was terrified that we’d let that little secret out. We never did though.”

“So my dad wouldn’t let Snape be his butt-boy, and humiliated him, I guess that’s a good reason to hate his son, and give him hell for six years,” said Harry.

“Actually, the feeling I got dealing with Snape your third year was that Snape transferred his feelings for James to you. You looked so much like James did at that age. Snape doesn’t really hate you, Harry, he wants to pretend you’re James and bugger you.”

“That’s not going to happen! Dicks are for chicks, especially this one,” said Harry with a hand on his cock, “and I don’t even want to stick it up Ginny’s asshole.”

“Well, never say never, Harry,” replied Lupin with a toothy grin. “Some girls like it that way, and, there have been a few times where I’ve found it quite pleasurable to oblige them. You have free rein with the elves, it doesn’t hurt to experiment in private, you know. Who knows, with the proper mount, you might like driving in the dirtbox derby.”

Harry pictured in his mind a vision of Ginny with her bum upturned towards him, and smiling at him while she pointed at her anus. The thought made him shiver, although his interest was a bit peaked by what it would feel like.

“No, no, bad thought,” yelled Harry’s subconscious to him. “Hit control-alt-delete on brain. Reboot in progress.”

“By the way, where are the ladies at?” asked Remus, wanting to change the subject, but quite proud of himself for creating such obvious turmoil in Harry’s mind as evidenced by the look on his face.

“Desiree carried them shopping at some places she knows in Paris. Ginny was disguised on the off chance that someone who knows her might see her there. I’m not supposed to let her roam around, but she’s well protected.”

“Since we are laying here starkers, is there any chance that they might surprise us?”

“Not if I tell the elves to cordon off the area and not allow anyone in until Master is informed and approves their entry.”

“I know that I just emptied a big load of spunk in Poppy not all that long ago,” said Remus, “but I could sure go for some deep throat right now. Any chance a guy can get a blowjob around here?”

Harry called Bustanut and gave him orders to not allow anyone to enter that area of the veranda where they might see or hear what was going on without Master being forewarned and ready to receive them. Then he had Sugartits and Poonanni show up and change form to service the two of them. A few moments later Harry had a beautiful buxom blonde taking his cock in her mouth from head to root. As he watched her head bob up and down he also couldn’t help but watch her well-shaped arse move back and forth as well. Someday soon, when he was alone with her, he’d just have to give it a try.

For both Harry and Remus, the elvish blowjob did the trick. Within minutes of climax they were fast asleep. After about an hour Harry was gently awakened by Bustanut. He told Harry that the ladies were returning from shopping and Ginny wanted to talk to him.

“Feel like showing off for the girls a bit?” asked Harry. Lupin grinned and nodded. Harry had Bustanut supply them with a pair of small tight thong briefs that left a clear outline of their cocks exposed to view, and sunglasses. They then feigned sleep as the girls approached. It was all the two of them could do to try to keep a straight face, as they knew the girls were standing there admiring them. The girls looked at each other then went for their wands as a group crying out “exploding snap.” Harry and Remus jumped as the girls sent popping sparks streaming towards their groins.

“This is a hell of a way to treat the Chosen One!” scolded Harry as he covered his genitals with both hands. The girls all began laughing, and after a moment or two, Harry and Remus joined in. Harry then held out his hand to Ginny who joined him on the lounger. The noise drew the attention of Poppy Pomfrey who had awakened and was looking for Remus. As she joined the group, Remus held out his hand to her and she melted into his arms on the lounger to the ohhs and ahhs of the others.

“Do you ladies want to join in on a little fun I have planned for this afternoon?”

“What kind of fun is it, Harry?” asked Ginny.

“The kind that you of all people will enjoy most,” said Harry with a wicked looking grin.

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It was almost two o’clock as Fred and George hurried to the main entrance of the Golden Unicorn. They had received a mysterious message by owl the day before asking that if they still wished to sell their products through the Golden Unicorn then they should arrive precisely at two that afternoon to meet with the owner’s representatives, and bring samples of their products. They were also warned to tell no one of the offer, or that they were coming to the Golden Unicorn.

Dressed in their best robes and carrying sample cases, they knocked on the door and it was opened by a security goon. Identifying themselves, they were escorted into a first floor office. There they met with Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. They had met before during the Tri-wizard tournament, but hadn’t spoken much. Fred and George noted with anxiety that the two girls were hardly dressed for business negotiations. The two wore cutoff jeans, a thin cotton top, with no bra underneath, and wedge sandals.

Both of the boys were doubly glad they had on loose fitting robes to hide the smallish bulges forming in their trousers. Both girls assumed a nonchalant posture as the two boys setup their presentation. The two used their wands to make a three dimensional presentation appear before the Delacour sisters. The girls appeared to be bored by the whole thing.

“So basically what you want to sell is the Tickle Twat thing that you claim can turn any man into a headsmith without any real natural talent present,” said Fleur.

“That’s right,” said Fred, “and we have the Cum Creams in thirty different flavors now.”

“What do you think, big sister?” asked Gabrielle. “Should we give them a tryout or just let the goons show them what happens to those that waste our time?”

Fred and George were now getting a bit frightened; they knew the Golden Unicorn’s reputation, that when the Delacours threatened you it was real. They had heard dreadful stories of what happened to those that ran afoul of them and were never seen again. Nor was anything said about it officially, the goblins had everyone paid off, or intimidated, to turn a blind eye to whatever happened.

“I think we should give them a try, little sister,” answered Fleur in a bored monotone sort of voice. “Tell you boys what we’ll do, we’ll give you two a chance to show your products, if they fail to live up to expectations we’ll fix it so you can win any paternity suit ever brought against you.”

“Paternity suit?” asked a puzzled George.

“That’s right,” added Gabrielle. “All you’ll have to do is drop your trousers and any judge will know you aren’t the father of the child, or any other for that matter.”

“What are we supposed to do?” asked Fred, now with a very worried look.

“Each of you take one of your Cum Creams, and then get one of your Tickle Twat things. You said they could be used together.”

The boys complied and swallowed a Cum Cream, then picked up a Tickle Twat Mint. “All right then, boys, down on your knees,” said Fleur as she and Gabrielle slipped out of their cutoffs and stood before the twins with their legs apart.

“What!” the twins exclaimed together, their eyes staring at the girl’s exposed crotches.

“Damn it!” yelled Fleur. “You said anyone could take your pill and give good head even if inexperienced. You two look about as inexperienced in giving a girl good head as anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“Hell, yes,” said Gabrielle. “You wankers don’t look like you would know how to lick a stamp and get the job done right. So take your tickle things and start licking our pussies. Make us come and we’ll believe you. Otherwise we’ll break your knackers.”

“Get to work, boys,” said Fleur as she pointed a finger at her pussy, “or else!”

Fred and George looked at each other for a few moments and decided there was only one way out. They put the Tickle Twat Mints in their mouths and knelt before the girls. By this time, they both had raging erections, but were kept in check by the sheer terror of being gelded. Fred began working on Fleur and George started on Gabrielle. They were quite unsure of themselves as neither had ever given a girl head before.

For a few minutes the two groped in the girl’s twat, using their tongues to try to stimulate the clitoris by licking it like a lollypop. Both knelt there quite subdued, neither put their hands on the girls out of fear. Every time they looked up they saw the two girls had a bored look on their faces. Gabrielle kept looking at her watch.

“Sod this,” said Gabrielle as both Fred and George blanched, “I could have already fingered myself off twice in this time. Let’s just nut them now and be done with it.”

“The owner told Mum for us to give them a fair try,” answered Fleur. Looking down at the boys she asked, “Are you two really trying? Put your arms around me and hold me in, put the tongue in there with some spirit. Hell, stick two fingers up my arse if you think it’ll help.”

Fleur then went and lay back in a chair. She helped Fred get repositioned in front of her. “Put your back into it,” she yelled. Across the room, Gabrielle shrugged her shoulders and lay back in the other chair. She motioned George over and helped him get situated. The two boys then went back at it, but with better leverage this time. They felt the Tickle Twat Mints start to burn their tongues as it went to full strength. About one minute into the second try Fred was rewarded with a little moan from Fleur that he hoped was from pleasure and not gas.

“Yeah, baby, now your getting somewhere” said Fleur encouragingly. George began to notice that Gabrielle was now moving in rhythm to his motions and licking her lips. The two continued their stimulation and after a few more minutes the mints were having an effect. The girls started moaning and cooing as the mints stimulated their feminine pleasure zones. The boys own excitement increased as the girls pleasure responses grew. The boys were in a total sweat, their clothes were soaked as first Gabrielle and then Fleur came to orgasm.

“Not too bad,” said a heavily breathing Fleur. “For a normal girl it would have been well above average.”

“I agree,” said Gabrielle. “All right, boys, your Tickle Twat Mints work, now if you can prove the creamy things work too you can keep your balls between your legs for a while longer.”

“How do we prove they work?” asked Fred.

“Here,” said Fleur as she handed each of them an ornate glass goblet. “Strip and fill those up for us.”

“Do what?” asked a shocked George.

“Take off your bloody clothes and wank into the goblet,” said Gabrielle. “We’ll taste test the product — or maybe you thought we were going to suck you off!”

“No, no,” stuttered Fred. “Is there someplace we can go to do this?”

“Yes, you can stand right there and wank till you go in that glass,” said Fleur. “We’re bloody well not going to let you go out of our sight to do it. How can we be sure you didn’t materialize it from elsewhere?”

“The boss will have our guts for garters if we say your shit works and it doesn’t,” added Gabrielle. “You don’t go upstairs to discuss business until we are absolutely sure.”

Both boys had a sickly feeling as the girls redressed and they undressed themselves. As they exposed themselves they both saw the girls stare disbelievingly at their smallish cocks and then look at each other with a hand over their mouth as though stifling a laugh. The boys reached around their cocks and started stroking themselves, but the amused stares of the girls made them self-conscious.

“It’s hard to do this with you watching us,” said Fred. “We’re trying our best here.”

“I guess we’ll have to help them with this too,” said Gabrielle in an almost bored way. Then she and Fleur walked over to the boys and began to gently massage their testicles while softly blowing pheromones into their faces. The effect on the already somewhat aroused twins was immediate. Their cock went to full erection as the boys stroked themselves, in less than a minute hot white spurts of man seed started filling the goblets.

As the exhausted boys began to pull on their clothes, the girls sat down behind the desk to test the results. They dipped a finger into the warm semen and then put it in their mouths.

“Ummm, French vanilla,” said Fleur. “Not bad, could use a little more sweetness though. How about yours Gabrielle?”

“Butterbeer flavor,” she replied. “Can’t say that I’ve tasted that one before. The slight bitterness of the beer seems good at masking the ‘cummy’ taste of the jizzm. Try a bit.”

The two then dipped a finger into the others goblet and tasted of the cum inside. Satisfied the two rose and approached the twins.

“All right, your products do what you say they can. If you still want to negotiate then we’ll carry you upstairs. Be warned, the boss drives a hard bargain.”

“Will we get to meet the actual boss?” asked Fred.

“The boss will be there to make the final approval, that you two will rate an actual introduction is doubtful. The boss doesn’t greet too many guests, and some of those that do meet the boss wish they hadn’t, if you know what I mean,” said a grinning Gabrielle.

Fred and George were put in an elevator and sent to the third floor office, elves in the form of hulking security goons waited outside the door. They growled and scowled at the twins as they waited to be admitted. Finally, Fleur stepped out and told them they could enter. Inside they saw Desiree Delacour, whom they knew was the operations manager. Next to her was a highbacked black chair that was turned away from them. They could see nothing of the main figure in the chair.

The chair also held a second figure that appeared to be sitting in the lap of the chair’s main occupant. That it was a woman, the twins deduced from the beautiful, and very expensive, high heel shoes she wore. The shoes were trimmed in jewels that appeared to be diamonds. On the other side of the chair a black gloved hand hung over the top of the chair, around the wrist was an exquisite diamond bracelet that had to be worth a fortune. The boys heard two voices as they approached the large desk, a masculine voice that seemed to mostly be grunting, and a feminine voice that was mostly giggling.

“Sir, the Wizzingly twins are here,” said Desiree in voice that might have announced that the rubbish truck had arrived to empty the bins.

“That’s pronounced Weasley, Ma’am,” interjected George.

“Whatever,” said Desiree. “Fleur and Gabrielle have tested their wares and believe them to be adequate. Do you wish to negotiate with them?”

“Ummm, yes ... yes,” came the guttural voice.

“Gentlemen, the Golden Unicorn is pleased to make you an extremely fair offer for your cooperation with our business. We will allow you to set up shop inside the first floor pavilion and sell your wares, as well as have the exclusive delivery service to the second floor customers, all for a mere 60% of your business returns as rent and to defray our infrastructure costs.”

“Sixty percent!” yelled the boys in unison.

“No fucking way!” said George.

“I’d as soon close shop and shovel shit as take that deal,” said an indignant Fred.

“Humm, humm, humm,” laughed the boss in a guttural tone, followed by some grunting words and gestures to Desiree.

“The Boss wishes me to remind you that in Godric’s Hollow all of that can be arranged,” said Desiree to the shocked looks of the Weasley twins. “However, we do not wish to be thought unfair. So why don’t you make us a counter offer then?”

Fred looked at George, the two whispered a bit, “25%,” they said together.

The boss’s voice became loud and agitated to the point it was unintelligible, the female voice gave a little shriek.

“My Darlings,” said Desiree to her daughters, “how many times did you make them masturbate down there? I think the poor things have lost their minds. 25% wouldn’t even cover all our expenses of letting you set up shop on our valuable floor space. That just won’t do.”

“Well it’s the best we are willing to go,” said George. “25% tops or we walk.”

“If that’s what you wish, then so be it,” said Desiree with a sinister smile. “Some of our security associates will be happy to show you the express way out of the building via the oubliettes, and give you each a couple of free parting gifts in the knackers for coming by and wasting our time like this when you’re not serious about doing business.”

“Wait a minute, please!” shouted George as he saw Desiree shift her ice-cold gaze to her daughters and give them a curt nod. “We were just kidding,” Fred practically screamed, “we can make you a much better offer.”

Fred and George felt a hand on each shoulder as the security goons entered and grabbed them and started pulling back towards the door. Then they stopped as Desiree suddenly told them to wait. The twins saw her leaning over the unseen figure in the chair, talking with him in whispers.

“Are you sure, Sir?” she finally said. “Very well then, I’ll make the final offer.”

“The owner has authorized me to make one final offer to you,” Desiree said to the twins. “He will take a one-third ownership in your entire business, in return, you shall have the rights to do business in the Golden Unicorn under your own company name, retain trademarks to your products, and you shall be allowed ‘executive benefits’ with the Unicorn.”

“You want one third of our company!” yelled George.

“That’s bloody mental,” said Fred, only to be silenced by the growl of the security goon in his ear, reminding him of what lay before him if the deal fell through.

“But you get the full benefits package,” said Desiree. “There are plenty of wizards that would give 50% of their nuts for that.”

“What is the benefits package?” asked Fred.

“Bloody hell, Fred!” exclaimed George.

“Well it can’t hurt to just ask, can it?” Fred replied, with a glance over his shoulder to the goons literally breathing down their necks giving them the clearly implied message that not accepting the deal definitely would hurt.

“The executive benefits include use of surplus facilities and staff,” said a smiling Desiree. “If we have empty rooms then you could have them for free, other than traditional tips to the elves. There are also a number of influential persons who hold extravagant parties here to which the executives of the Unicorn are usually extended a complimentary invitation.”

“You mean we’d have the run of the place, for free?” asked Fred.

“Pretty much,” said Desiree.

“But they want a third of our business, George,” said George.

“Yes and how much of the difference between a quarter and a third would we have spent here getting our nuts off?”

“Well —,” said George. By now, it was sinking in on George what was being offered.

“What about…, I mean how do we tell you-know-who about this?” Fred asked George.

“Who says he has to know?” asked George. “As I understand the agreement we make the business decisions, and that’s what this is.”

“What if he finds out and doesn’t like it?”

“Sod him then, he’s already got his own stash ain’t he?” said George as he turned to Desiree. “By the way, would the benefits include being able to invite guests as well.”

Looking at the boss, Desiree said, “The Boss says you can have limited guests, strictly nonprofit on your part.”

“Right then,” said George. “We can invite him here; he’s not hitched to her yet.”

From behind the chair came a guttural cackling and high pitched giggling. “Apparently the Boss likes the way you two think,” said a laughing Desiree. “So, gentlemen, do we have a deal; or would like for Max and Bruno here to show you the quick way to go down two flights of stairs?”

“Yes, we accept your kind offer,” replied George. “All right, we’ll give it a go,” said Fred.

“They’ve agreed, Sir, would you like to meet them personally?” Desiree asked the Boss.

There was a harrumph that sounded a bit like ‘yes’ and the black chair slowly swung around. The twins could not see the face of the Boss clearly at first as the female was kissing him and her red hair was covering his face. There was a moment when the two twins looked at each other in total amazement; the red hair looked awfully familiar. No, it couldn’t be. Then the woman lay back in the chair and they saw the faces of Harry and Ginny before them.

“Welcome aboard, Gentleman, pleasure doing business with you,” said Harry with a grin.

“They look familiar, Darling,” said Ginny with a laugh. “I think we’ve seen these people somewhere before.”

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” asked George, as he and Fred simply stared in disbelief.

“Exactly what I just told you, you are being introduced to the owner of the Golden Unicorn, Mr. Harry Potter, and his fiancé, Miss. Ginny Weasley,” said Desiree.

The side door to the office opened and in walked Hermione, Neville, Luna, Professor Lupin, and even Madam Pomfrey; all laughing hysterically at the twins. Turning around the twins saw that the Delacour girls were also laughing so hard they were crying. Even the security goons were laughing at them.

“This is real?” asked George, as Harry nodded that it was. “Why go to all this rigmarole with us, why not just tell us?”

“I’m afraid that is my fault, dear brothers,” said Ginny. “For sixteen years now I’ve been the butt of your jokes and pranks, and never had the chance to simply give you two pratts a proper payback. I told Harry I would love a chance to get even, and he dreamed this up just for me. I think the looks on your faces when you realized you were really going to have to eat pussy were the most precious.”

“I still think the best part was wanking off in front of the girls,” said Harry with a grin.

“You were watching us down there!” screamed George as everybody nodded and grinned.

“What good would have been to have gone to this much trouble and not seen the best part?” replied Ginny. “I liked the part where you shot off in the glass too.”

Seeing how badly Fred and George were embarrassed Harry stepped in. “Look, fellows, you’ve always appreciated a good prank, well you have to admit that this was one of the best ever. We had you totally hoodwinked. The best part is I really am the owner; the Golden Unicorn was started by my mum and dad. I inherited it.”

“Then the business arrangements —”

“Are for real, we are going to let you do business in house,” said Harry. “And I’m not taking anymore of the business from you. My cut comes from what is already my share. I figure the increase in business from the marketing exposure will double the worth of the business in a year, or maybe even less.”

“What about the executive benefits?” asked George, as the whole group roared.

“I’m afraid there are no executive benefits, Mr. Weasley,” said Desiree, “I was kinda just making that part up as I went along.”

“You lied to us!”

“I exaggerated.”

“Oh, shit!” said George to another round of laughter. “How are we going to experiment and test new products?”

“Oy, I can see it now,” said Ginny. “Use Weasley’s Wanking Lube, you’ll think your hand is stroking silk! It’s extensively owner tested.”

“Oy, and what about Harry,” said Fred as peals of laughter came from the group. “He’s not married yet, is he going to be using the lube too.”

“Harry’s stroking it inside something better, namely me,” Ginny said with a sexy grin. “We already have a bun in the oven, so I’m the one who gets to hand mum and dad their first grandchild.”

“You’re pregnant! How are you going to tell mum?” asked Fred.

“To borrow a quote from you, who says she has to know?”

“She’ll figure it out soon enough when you start to swell up like a bloody pumpkin, and I’ll bet she’ll be pissed.”

“Sod her,” said Ginny as she threw her arms around Harry and snogged him. “Anyway, did either of you ever really buy that bullshit she and dad told us all about how Bill was born premature? Three months premature! She must have waddled like a bloody cow going down the aisle.”

The very image of the very prim and proper Mrs. Weasley walking down the aisle to her wedding very much knocked up inspired every one to laughter. But George was still focused on the executive benefits package.

“Harry … please,” begged George. “Remember who it was that gave you the Marauder’s map, told you how to sneak into Honey Dukes, and countless other interesting facts about Hogwarts. Can you really lay there in a state of manly satisfaction with our dear little sister and know that your brothers, your comrades in arms in the battle against the Dark Lord, your old school mates, are suffering in a state of physical and emotional anguish; and that a simple word from you would relieve their torment.”

“Well, dear soon-to-be brothers-in-law, it’s not really up to me. I’ve appointed a new executive director of Golden Unicorn Enterprises, to allow me time to manage my vast fortune. I do believe there is a company policy underway that will include the issues of Complimentary Visits. You are, of course, welcome to make an application to the executive director and have it evaluated to see if you qualify under the policy.”

“Who is the executive director,” asked George, “or need I bother asking?”

George cringed as he saw Harry just smile and nod towards Ginny, who was already grinning from ear to ear. “Please send in your applications early, boys,” said Ginny, “and allow six to eight weeks of wanking for us to send you our response.”

“Well you’re not much bloody help then are you,” muttered George dejectedly.

“Well, but I do have a spot of good news that should cheer you up,” replied Ginny. “As you are already an immediate family member to an employee, namely myself, you are entitled to purchase premium quality cotton wanking gloves, with our trademark logo on then, at a 10% discount. Purchases for resale not allowed.”

“Oh, shit!” cried George. “Just rub it in then will you.”

“Harry, just how vast is this fortune of yours anyhow?” asked a starry-eyed Fred.

“Property and cash, plus holdings in other businesses, roughly about half a billion muggle quid,” said Harry, after which Fred had to go sit down in a chair.

“I can’t even imagine what that much gold would look like,” he muttered.

“It’s a lot, and we’ll need every bit of it,” said Harry. “After we defeat Voldemort I intend to rebuild Hogwarts. Modernize the whole thing, introduce muggle technology along with magic, and make it so that wizards and witches of the next century can fit in with muggles. I’d like for you two to help us in the fight.”

“We’re there, Harry,” said Fred.

“You can count on us, partner,” said George.

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

That evening the Order of the Unicorn met to make final plans for its first operation in the open. It was Fred and George’s first time in the villa and they did the usual wander-around-in-a-daze thing that all first timers did. The first order of business was that the morning reconnaissance had gone well. Balzhoff thought the site was suitable and Fleur had her marker in place so she could open the void in the correct spot.

The only remaining unknowns now were how long it would take for Nimue to answer the call, if she still existed, and then getting the bloody object in hand. The only change in the arrangements was for Fred and George to use their broomsticks to fly aerial reconnaissance over the site to provide early detection of unwelcome visitors. After breakup, the group went to their guest rooms for the night. Harry told Desiree to let Fred and George have complimentary passes to the second floor as a sign up bonus.

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

“It’s good to sleep in a regular bed again,” thought Neville. The void place had just been too creepy, even though Madam Desiree had said that the void had helped him to avoid having bad dreams about what the Death Eaters had done to him. However, it was so lonely laying there in the bed; he couldn’t help but think about whether or not his balls would ever function again. Even more depressing was the thought of why bother. What if his nuts still worked, the only one who would ever know it was himself when he wanked.

For the past week he had been feeling strange sensations in his groin area as he healed. At first, after the torture, he had not desired sex; it had no meaning to him. It had depressed him then to think that he was probably a eunuch, but at least the painful desires in his balls would be gone. Now the feelings and desires were returning. Neville realized he was horny and all alone; he didn’t have a pair of gloves.

It seemed so unfair, Neville saw beautiful women all around him at dinner, especially Ginny and the Delacours. Ginny was even more beautiful than when she had been his date at Hogwarts; and there was Luna. But he still felt strangely attracted to Harry, even more so now. But Harry was enjoying sex with all of them, every woman that Neville desired Harry had already had, and was welcome to enjoy anytime he pleased.

In his mind, Neville’s fantasies raged freely, he was rich, muscular, and hung. He was lying in a big bed with Ginny and Luna, and they were all naked. He was licking Ginny’s cunt, and Luna was riding his dick. Harry was there and he was lying naked next to him gently stroking his balls while he fucked Luna. When he came in Luna he had Harry lick his ten inch cock clean for him, while he reached between Harry’s legs and rubbed the tiny little cock that hung there. He loved Harry, but he was jealous of him too. Harry had the affection of all the girls, he wanted them, and he wanted Harry to be his servant boy. His mind told him that none of this would ever be, in fact he would probably never have sex again, even a decent wank. Despair set in and he began to cry into his pillow. After a bit, just as he was finally determined to try to go to sleep he heard the door to his room open and the patter of bare feet walking across the floor to his bed. Turning over in bed, he saw Luna Lovegood standing there in a night robe holding a glass of water.

“I went to get a drink of water from the kitchen and I heard you crying through the door as I passed by,” she said. “Are you hurting? Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

“No,” said Neville as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I was just worried that I might not be …, well … I might not heal up right.”

“Oh, you’re worried that even though they sewed your balls back on, you still won’t be able to fuck with them.”

“Yeah …, erm …, something like that,” said Neville who was always taken aback by Luna’s frankness.

“Well, you’ll just have to get a girlfriend and fuck her, and see what happens,” said Luna completely serious and straight faced.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. No woman will have me.”

“I would. Would you like for me to have sex with you?” asked Luna taking a sip of water.

“Well…, yes …, I guess …, if you really want to be with me,” replied Neville.

“Sure I would, I’ve always liked you, Neville,” said Luna. “You’re intelligent and kind. You’re brave too. I remember how well you fought the Death Eaters in the Ministry with me. I guess I should have told you then how much I admired you, but I was kinda shy. Most of the boys always made fun of me and treated me bad because I’m a little different. You were always kind and friendly with me. That matters more to me than just looks.”

“I’ve always liked you too, Luna, but I was shy and not very confident in myself as a man. My cock isn’t all that big, and I’m not … well … experienced, I don’t really know how to please a woman.”

“I’ll help you, I’m not a virgin anymore, I’ve had sex with Harry and even got raped, but I don’t really remember it,” she said calmly as she slipped off the night robe and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was completely naked. Neville gulped loudly as he surveyed Luna’s body. She was slim and nicely shaped when you saw her naked, the bulky outer clothing hid what a nice looking woman Luna was really shaping up to become.

“As to the length, the other girls who had lost their virginity years ago all told me that length didn’t matter to them,” said Luna. “As I understand it, it only has to be long enough to reach from you to me, oh, and one end has to be connected to you.”

“Well I think I can just barely manage that,” said Neville as he rolled his eyes in disbelief. Even as inexperienced as he was he knew about that old line.

Picking up the edge of the sheet that covered Neville’s own nakedness, Luna deftly slid into the bed next to Neville. She snuggled next to him, her head lying on his chest, her slim torso molded next to his. She gently laid her right leg over Neville’s abdomen and covered his groin area with it in a protective manner. Neville could feel her hard nipples pressing into his chest and his desire grew. He wanted her, but he was unsure how to proceed.

“Does that feel good, Neville?” she asked after a few minutes of snuggling. To which Neville replied that it did. “Do you want to fuck me now or shall we foreplay some more?”

Neville’s heart was beating like a trip hammer, this was real. A good looking, blonde, naked girl was in bed with him and asking if he wanted to have sex, and he was so nervous he didn’t know what to do.

“Since this is our first time could you just play with it and make me cum to see if I can?”

“Sure, but I have a better idea,” Luna answered. “Do you know what 69 is?”

“No.”

“Let me show you,” said Luna as she changed positions to crouch inverted over Neville. “This is my twat, you stick your tongue in here, and this is my clitoris, it feels really good if you lick it. And while you are doing that I’m going to suck your dick.”

Neville hesitated as the blonde ball of trimmed and coifed pubic fur was suspended just above his face. Luna had had the elves at the villa give her pussy a trim when she found out from Hermione about the availability of that particular service. The elves had quite willingly obliged.

Luna opened the slot in Neville’s pajamas and pulled out his erect cock, she lay there a moment staring at it as though wondering where the rest of it had gotten to. “It’s a nice looking cock that you have, Neville. Harry’s is a whole lot longer, and way thicker, and much harder, but I guess it’s plenty good enough for just regular fucking.”

“Wow, thanks” replied Neville as Luna’s analysis of his genitalia had not been much of a confidence booster. “So you don’t think it’s too small?”

“No!” said Luna and she lightly ran her cool hand up and down the shaft a few times. “It’s about three and a half inches I would say. I guess that is enough to do, and I won’t have much of a problem getting it in my mouth as I did with Harry’s, his is enormous and it made me gag all the time. Are you ready for me to suck it?”

From the pleasant sensation of Luna stroking him, Neville now felt Luna’s warm breath on the head of his cock. It was now or never, thought Neville; he had to at least try to be a man. “Yes!”

Before Neville could get his tongue inside of Luna, he felt a warm moistness sheath his cock. Luna began running her tongue around the head of his dick sending shivers of pleasure through his body. This felt so damned good that any thought of reciprocating that pleasure to Luna was lost in a moan of ecstasy. Luna heard Neville begin to moan and sigh as she played her tongue over his cock. He wasn’t doing his part in her crotch to please her, but since Neville was still injured, and she wasn’t, she decided to give him a free orgasm this time to help get him healed up. He could work on her later. She had heard some of the other witches talking about having to train their men; this is probably what they had been talking about.

Luna’s actions quickly brought Neville to a state of complete arousal as he had never known. However, as the pressure inside his testicles increased so did the discomfort. Neville’s balls began to ache and his moans turned into cries of pain, Luna asked if she was hurting him and should stop. Neville knew that he needed to start using his balls if he wanted to keep them; he had to grit his teeth and bear it. “No!” he said, “keep going, I have to do this.”

Luna continued to lick the head of Neville’s cock as his groans and moans became louder, despite the pain, Neville began to thrust his cock upwards towards Luna’s mouth. The pressure and the need were there, but the signal for the testicles to ejaculate wasn’t happening. The pressure became unbearable and pain set in, Neville began to sob loudly. Seeing that Neville was having trouble, Luna decided to trying something she had read about. She put her forefinger in her mouth and lubed it with some her saliva, then jammed it in Neville’s rectum and worked it back and forth stroking the prostate.

The effect was nearly immediate, Neville felt himself come, and the sensation was like having his balls squeezed in a vise. He squealed in a high pitched voice that was part relief, surprise, and pain. Suddenly the door to the room was thrown open and the lights came on. A surprised Luna looked up as Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Madam Pomfrey ran into the room. As she smiled to greet her friends Neville’s cock erupted a huge spurt of clear seminal liquid which popped up just high enough to hit Luna right between the eyes then run down her nose to hang there.

“Hi,” Luna said as cheerfully as if she had met them during a walk in the park, rather than naked astride Neville with his cock in her hand and prostate juices dripping across her face. “I’m sorry if we woke you up, I’m just blowing Neville.”

“Are you both all right,” asked Ginny while trying to avert her eyes from the couple as the others were doing.

A very embarrassed Neville looked out from between Luna’s legs and said that he was all right but that he was hurting badly from the ejaculation. Madam Pomfrey and Hermione went over to Luna and asked to examine Neville. Harry and Ginny left the room doing their best to not embarrass Neville further.

Hermione came out a minute later to say that Neville was all right, that the pain had come from his injured testicles trying to function for the first time. Harry empathetically remembered the first time he had ejaculated after Bella had injured him, it had hurt him like hell, and Neville’s injuries had been far worse.

“We examined the ejaculate, it’s just clear prostate fluids, there are no traces of sperm production,” said Hermione. “Desiree was afraid this might happen. Neville can ejaculate, but the testicles are not actually functioned. He may not be able to produce children.”

“By the way, Harry,” said Ginny, “Luna looks better than I thought she did, I see now why you were shagging her at Hogwarts.”

“Harry, you sack of shit, you were doing it with Luna too?” asked Hermione.

“I was smoking dope with Sprout at the time, all right. Luna dropped by to have a few tokes too. I was high, she was high. We just did it one time for the pure hell of it. That was all.”

Hermione tried to look angry with Harry, but then Ginny made a motion with her finger on her face like the droplets of cum running off of Luna’s nose and they all burst out laughing. Reaching down to grab Harry’s cock through his pants, Ginny said, “She’s damn lucky you didn’t hit her in the face point blank with a load from this big boy. She might be glued to the ceiling right now.” Even Hermione broke into hysterics at the thought of that happening.

Madam Pomfrey happened to choose that moment to exit Neville’s room, seeing Ginny’s hand surrounding the large member in Harry’s pants. “Humph,” she grunted disapprovingly, “a little more control of one’s hormones might be more appropriate around here.”

Harry grinned sheepishly as Ginny unhanded his cock. “Is Neville going to be all right?”

“Well it’s difficult to say at this point,” Pomfrey replied. “Mr. Longbottom is obviously able to achieve ejaculation now, but examination of his ejaculate showed no traces of sperm in the fluid. He has the normal needs of a young man for sexual release, but it’s painful for him to try. I don’t know that it was a good idea to attempt ejaculation this soon without further healing, he might have ruptured a vessel or nerve suture and made the problem worse. He thinks he is a virtual eunuch now, and I can’t honestly tell the boy that he’s not. I administered a potion for the pain, and Luna says she is going to stay with him tonight and comfort him.”

“Having a good woman lying beside you is the best medicine a man can ask for,” said Harry as he put his arm around Ginny’s waist and hugged her to him. “See what can be done, money is no object if you need help or medicines.”

They said their good nights and went back to their rooms. Poppy saw Ginny and Harry head back to their room at the end of the hallway. Halfway back Ginny leaped into Harry’s arms and started whispering into his ear while giggling.

“The ceiling’s pretty high in the bedroom, but I guess we can try,” was all Hermione heard Harry say over Ginny’s giggling laughter. She stared at the couple until they had entered their bedroom and closed the door, and then she quickly went into her bedroom, leaving Poppy to trudge back to her room.

Once inside her room, Poppy removed her robe and was left naked. Looking over at the bed, she saw Remus Lupin laying there looking up at her.

“Is everything all right?” he asked her.

“You’re not going to believe what just happened down the hall,” said Poppy with a grin.

“Try me,” said Remus as he turned back the covers for her to snuggle back into bed next to his equally naked body.

Poppy quickly told him what had happened as he listened quite amused. “Well Remus, do you think you can hit the ceiling?” she asked. She then felt shivers of pleasure roll through her body as Remus’ hand slipped between her thighs and two fingers gently entered her vagina. She moaned softly and opened her legs to grant him full access as he began to stroke her G-spot.

Looking down she saw that he was already reaching erection as he eased into position between her legs. He took his fingers from out of her twat and took her hand in his. Placing her hand on his cock, she began to stroke him and felt him growing rock hard beneath her fingers. She was already becoming sopping wet; no man had ever made her feel this much a woman so easily.

“You don’t want to waste something like that on the ceiling do you?” he asked with a sorrowful looking pout on his face. “Isn’t there someplace better you’d rather put it?”

“You’re damn right I know a better place for it,” she said as she spread her labia and inserted Remus inside her. Sometimes having a good man lying beside you is the best medicine a woman can ask for, she thought.

In the room next door Hermione lay in her bed crying while furiously fingering herself. The sounds of Remus and Poppy having loud raucous sex were coming through the wall. She could easily have cast a Silencio charm to stop it, but it was better than nothing to help her have some relief. Ginny had Harry, Poppy had Remus, and Luna had Neville, she didn’t have anyone.

After a bit she heard Poppy squeal as she came, and the room went silent except for her own sobs. She gave up fingering herself as a bad job and just lay there frustrated. This couldn’t go on; she couldn’t stay here like this. She would keep her promise to Harry to help him defeat Voldemort, but after that she would leave permanently and never see either of them again.