"Draco, son, I require your assistance," Lucius said as he walked into his son's room.
"Anything, Father," Draco replied, as he simultaneously cried and lactated.
Knowing that Draco's potions were making him volatile, Lucius recast the silencing charms on his son's room. His timing could not have been better, for at that precise moment, Draco screamed out, "WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME, YOU SNIVELING BOOT LICKER?"
"What can you tell me about Potter?" Lucius asked, ignoring Draco's outburst.
"He's an arrogant, pond-scum-sucking idiot," Draco announced.
"Was that the potions that made you say that?" the elder Malfoy asked.
"No, father; Potter is an arrogant, pond-scum sucking idiot."
"Good to hear," Lucius said. "But I have to know something about him. The Dark Lord needs to find him. Where would Potter go to hide?"
"That's easy; he'll either be at the blood traitor Weasley hovel or the mudblood, Granger's," informed Draco.
"Thank you, son," Lucius said and began to walk out of the room.
"I'm glad to help, you shriveled up hunk of foreskin," Draco said affectionately, happy to be able to aid his father and the Dark Lord.
-- Line Break --
While the freak and his blonde hussy had sex in his bedroom, Vernon struggled vainly against the magical ropes that bound him. For several agonizingly long seconds, Vernon pushed, pulled, and fought against the ropes. As he struggled, sweat poured off his purple face like Niagara Falls. These eight and one-quarter seconds were the most exercise Vernon had gotten in years, if not decades. The strain of this exertion quickly took its toll. With a whimper, Vernon lost consciousness... and control of his bladder (he had really exerted himself).
After Vernon was rendered unconscious by his short but brave struggle, Petunia and Dudley were forced to listen to the freak and his whore's fornication. A few minutes after the blonde slut had shouted, "GIVE ME MY SPECIAL, POTASSIUM-RICH TREAT!" the two started at it again. This time, their cries of passion lasted for nearly an hour. Just listening to their efforts was enough to drain Petunia and Dudley; they were lulled to sleep with cries of "THAT'S IT, POPPET, SQUEEZE ME WITH YOUR CUNT!" and "I'M CUMMING, HARRY! I'M CUMMING!"
The next morning, Vernon was woken by someone tapping on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the blonde freak, naked as the day she was born, and holding a small plastic container of strawberries in front of his face.
"Did you happen to put these in any of your orifices for your sexual pleasure?" the nude blonde asked, holding the strawberries for Vernon to see. "I'm very hungry, and these strawberries I found in your icebox look quite delicious. It would be a dreadful pity if you had them up your bottom like you did the bananas."
He'd never admit this out loud in a million years, but Vernon was transfixed by the blonde freak. Her small, pert breasts and blonde cunny fascinated him. Vernon found himself imagining her slender form under his body as he showed her what he believed a real man could do. He found himself imagining those big blue eyes looking up at him as he plowed her fertile fields.
A disappointed frown appeared on Luna's face. "Oh, poo, you're getting an erection. That must mean you have shoved these strawberries up your bum, and the sight of them is arousing you. Now they're ruined for me."
The blonde dropped the container next to Vernon and walked back to the kitchen. As she walked, the fat man fixed his eyes on her bare bottom. He wondered, if he got the chance to bed her, would he need a banana in his bottom or would her young, nubile body be enough to keep him aroused.
"Good morning, everyone," Harry announced as he walked into the living room.
Turning his attention to the boy as he walked toward him and his family, Vernon's erection had quickly faltered when he saw the freak. Like his blonde hussy, the freak was unashamedly naked. And there, between his legs, was further proof that the freak was unnatural. The thing was offensively large and a mockery of proper manhood. Vernon instantly convinced himself that the horrendous thing was the reason the attractive blonde freak had screamed the night before; she must've been terrified out of her gourd, the poor thing.
As Vernon silently fumed over the disgusting sight of Harry and his heroic bits, Petunia felt a pang of guilt. She watched Harry as he strolled to the kitchen – or rather, she hungrily eyed his meat swinging back and forth like a spongy love pendulum as he walked to the kitchen. She knew that such thoughts about him were wrong, not only because he was a freak, but also because he was Petunia's freak of a sister's son. But that thing, that ode to the wedding tackle, that epitome of the schlong, tempted Petunia to entertain such taboo and inappropriate thoughts. And now, as she saw the penile goodness that her sister's son offered, Petunia regretted treating the freak so poorly. Maybe, just maybe, Harry would've shown his appreciation for being treated properly with a naughty but oh so wonderful bout of "Hide the Lovely Monster Cock in the Aunt!"
And while Harry walked to the kitchen, Dudley looked at his cousin and the heavyweight that dangled between his legs and thought, "Maybe, just maybe..."
"What's for breakfast?" Harry asked Luna.
"I'm not certain," the blonde replied as she scanned through the various items in the icebox. "Because of Vernon's admission last night, I'm afraid that he could have stuffed everything he possibly could up his bottom."
"Then we should stop at a cafe before we meet this Eloise Midgen of yours," offered Harry. "I'll pay."
"Do you have Muggle money?" she asked.
"No, but we can pick some up on the way."
-- Line Break --
"Ginny dear, I need you to keep watch on Hermione," a very tired Molly ordered.
"Okay!" Ginny leapt up with a bright smile on her welt-covered face.
Molly was quite surprised that Ginny had agreed. The older witch had assumed that she would have to fight and threaten her daughter to do as she requested.
"Now, you'll have to make sure none of the wizards enter the room," Molly ordered. "I can't trust any of them after yesterday. I'd do it, but I've been watching her all night long, and I'm knackered."
"No problem, Mum," the girl replied, eager to begin her guard detail.
Molly eyed the welts on Ginny's face. The marks caused by that Scarlet Woman's crop were red and raw and appeared fresh. "Those look worse than yesterday," she said with concern.
"Oh, it's nothing," Ginny said and waved her mother off. "You go and rest. I'll take care of everything."
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, could you do me a favor before you leave?" requested Hermione. During the night, the young witch had been released from the bindings, but had remained perfectly still on the bed.
"What is it, dear?" Molly asked.
"It's about my dress, ma'am, it's much too revealing. After all, anybody could see my ankles and too much of my exposed neck," the brunette said with shame. Even though Dumbledore's special disk had been removed from the room, the colors were still present in her mind. And these colors told her that she was a hussy for showing so much skin.
With a triumphant smile, Molly waved her wand at Hermione. The robes lengthened by nearly half a foot while the neckline crept up to the young witch's jaw.
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said appreciatively.
The moment her mother left the room, Ginny dashed over to Hermione and threw herself at the brunette's feet. After lifting layer after layer of cloth and pleats that made up Hermione's overly concealing robes, Ginny kissed the other witch's feet in adoration.
"Ginny, what are you doing?" Hermione asked in a dreamy tone that would've made Luna call her an airhead.
"You're the first person to show me love," Ginny said affectionately, "real, true love. And I am yours."
Once again, Ginny kissed Hermione's feet as if worshiping the buxom brunette. The redhead pulled herself up into a kneeling position and removed the leather riding crop she had hidden in the hem of her robes. After she had awoken from the orgasm the crop had caused the night before, Ginny retreated to the privacy of a broom cupboard and spent the rest of the night whacking the leather tool against her face. At first, each blow had caused glorious orgasms. But soon, the ecstasy began to lessen until it disappeared altogether. As Ginny beat herself silly with the crop, hoping to illicit another orgasm, she realized that beating herself was no longer doing it for her. She instinctively knew that she needed Hermione to whip her. The young witch needed Hermione, the one who showed her true love, to whip and beat her. Presenting the crop to Hermione like the cherished and precious thing it was, Ginny humbly bade, "Please show me that love again... my Mistress."
Ginny's whole body shivered in delight when she called Hermione that name. It felt right to refer to the witch who had shown her the meaning of true love as Mistress.
"Oh, you poor thing," Hermione said in a detached manner. The colors whispered to her, telling her to behave and act properly. With a mockery of a smile, Hermione said to Ginny, "That isn't love."
"But it is," Ginny persisted with a twinkle in her eyes.
"No, no, it isn't," Hermione said and lovingly caressed Ginny's welt-covered face. The colors told the brunette that Ginny was damaged and she needed to be repaired, as she herself had been.
"Yes, yes it is, Mistress," Ginny persisted, praying that the brunette's gentle touch would turn lovingly cruel and harsh. She wanted her Mistress to dig her fingernails into her welt-covered face. The mere thought of the potential of this delicious pain made the redhead's sex moisten.
"I think perhaps Professor Dumbledore should help you as he did me," offered Hermione in a near dispassionate way as the colors sang and whispered to her. "Because I, too, had a corrupted view about sex – mostly thanks to Harry and his evil ways. Before Dumbledore cured my depraved beliefs, I allowed Harry, who is evil, to do foul, contemptuous things to me."
"Really? What type of fouls and contemptuous things?" asked Ginny, her sex moistened and tingling even more at such wonderful thoughts. Perhaps Harry, her vicious prince, smacked Hermione around before beating her pussy like a bad dog. And maybe Ginny could sample some of that wonderfully brutal love.
"It's too deplorable to think about," Hermione said in a neutral manner.
"Could... could you tell me about it?" asked Ginny with her heart aflutter.
"I honestly don't remember what he did, actually. All I know is that it was foul and deplorable," she said, repeating what the colors had told her to say. "Ginny, you're a good girl," the brunette said unemotionally. "You should save yourself until after you're married. And only when you want to have a baby."
"Excuse me?" a shocked Ginny asked.
"Being a good girl means that you must stay motionless while you're being impregnated," added Hermione as if she had been conditioned to say this, which she was. "Sex is a foul, but necessary deed. If it were not for the need to propagate our species, no one should ever have sex. It's disgusting and unnatural!"
Ginny blinked, confused by Hermione's words. As a desperate act of a witch who wanted to be smacked so that she could cum, Ginny placed the wonderful leather crop in Hermione's hand. Then, the young witch enacted her frantic plan. In a clear voice, Ginny proclaimed her many sins.
"I'm not a good girl, I'm a rotten girl. A vile, disgusting girl! And I like it! Once last year, I gave Michael Corner a rusty trombone – that's where I tongue and lick his bottom and wanked him off – while both of his dorm mates, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein, wanked off in my hair. Then, the very next night, I pulled a 'train.' First, Michael came in me, then Anthony, and finally Terry shot his load in me. Their cum was pouring out of my hot cunt!"
"That's deplorable!" exclaimed Hermione in revulsion. The unseen colors whispered to her that such acts were detestable and that she should simultaneously pity and chastise Ginny for her actions. "You need help, my dear sweet friend."
"How deplorable?" asked Ginny with a bright glow to her face. "Is it bad enough for a beating? Oh, please, say yes; please say you'll beat me because I was bad, Mistress!"
"No, but I will ask Professor Dumbledore to help you with your wayward tendencies," Hermione said in a monotone.
"But a beating is much more effective," pleaded Ginny. "I swear, I'll learn my lesson if only you'd whack the shite out of me."
"There's nothing you can say that will make me do that to you," Hermione said.
Hoping to strike a nerve, Ginny decided to hit Hermione right where it hurt. "Besides having two boys cum in my hair while I tongued another boy's arse-hole and being a cum-dumpster for three blokes, I did something much more terrible."
"Whatever it was, I forgive you," Hermione said evenly.
"I snuck into your doom room and nicked one of your Transfiguration papers that you wrote when you were in the third year. I changed your name to mine and took credit for it," Ginny said. This was a lie; she had never betrayed Hermione's trust like this. But Ginny desperately wanted to be smacked around. She had told this lie in the hope of achieving this. Ginny was positive that the thought of someone blatantly cheating off of her would send Hermione into a rage.
"Oh, you poor dear," Hermione said, unfazed by Ginny's revelation. "Next time you need help, just ask me. There's no need to sneak around my back."
"Boy, they really did a number on you," commented Ginny.
-- Line Break --
The flames in the Burrow's fireplace turned green, and Molly and Ron walked out.
"Ronald, you go to your room and try to be quiet," Molly told her son. "I'm completely exhausted and need to sleep."
"Do not worry, Mother dear. Ron the Magnificent will be as quiet as a small rodent in a religious gathering!" Ron declared in a loud, booming voice.
Shaking her head in disappointment, Molly staggered to her bedroom and promptly set up several Silencing Charms, knowing full well that Ron, in his deluded state, couldn't be quiet if he tried.
Smiling to himself, Ron called out to his mother, "You rest, dear woman, knowing that Ron the Magnificent has everything in hand!"
He marched up to his room (which in his mind was a regal master suite complete with a waterfall bathtub, opulent decorations, and a silk-covered bed, not the cluttered mess it was).
"What ho? What are you doing in Ron the Magnificent's bedchamber?" he asked when he saw the five witches waiting in his room.
"We're your harem," announced Millicent, brutishly.
At first, Ron was appalled at the sight of the witches. The one who stated they were part of his harem was clearly the outcome of an unholy union between a man and a gorilla. At the same time, the other four looked as if their mother was a witch (an ugly one, at that, and maybe not completely human, either) and their father a troll. But Ron quickly realized that his first impression was biased. After all, everyone's beauty paled in comparison to Ron the Magnificent's own stunning looks. The deluded redhead thought, 'The rising sun is nothing more than a child's drawing next to Ron the Magnificent's gorgeous and godlike looks.'
"Very well, my ape-like concubine, which among you shall be the first to sample Ron the Magnificent's wondrous love?" he said to Millicent.
"Since this is a dem-rock-ore-see, I say Carnation will go first," ordered Millicent.
"Oh, damn," moaned Carnation.
"No complaints in a dem-rock-ore-see!" snapped her sister, Bergamot. "Get over there and have sex with what's his name!"
With her narrow shoulders hanging low in defeat, Carnation waddled over to Ron. Her vast hips, which only served to accentuate how slim her shoulders were (her body had the appearance and shape of a perfect inverted cone), knocked over his chair on the way to him.
"Wha' do you want me to do first?" she asked with a pout.
"You may pleasure Ron the Magnificent with your mouth, my homely witch," he said while striking a heroic pose.
Carnation huffed sadly and knelt before the ginger wizard. She lifted his makeshift loincloth and narrowed her eyes on his stunted boyhood. She asked, disbelievingly, "Is that it?"
"What's wrong?" asked Violet.
"He's fuckin' puny!" exclaimed Carnation, pointing at Ron's crotch.
All the other girls circled Ron and bent down so that they could get a closer look.
"Well, if his name is 'Rod,' it's false advertising, I tell you," Millicent stated with great disappointment as she looked at what the wizard had to offer. "It's definitely not worthy of 'Rod.' It's more like 'Push-pin.'"
"Maybe he's a 'grower'?" Bergamot volunteered hopefully.
"Even if he's a 'grower', he's still fuckin' puny," Carnation retorted.
"Well, it doesn't matter if he's puny or not, we have ta' fuck him. Minister Parkinson told us to," Marigold pointed out. "So you better suck him off, Carnation."
A vastly different scene played out in Ron's delusional mind. Instead of five witches crudely criticizing his lack of manhood, he believed that they were all performing fellatio on his imaginary massive organ. It was so large that each of the five witches could place their lips and tongues on his shaft and crown with more than enough room to spare. It was as if the five witches were trying to lick the bark off an oak tree in his damaged mind. This image, of course, led to him ejaculating right then and there.
"What tha' fuck?" exclaimed Carnation, eyeing the small amount of discharge as it dribbled out of Ron's penis and fell to the floor between his feet. "I haven't even touched him yet!"
As Ron began to fall asleep, like he always did after climaxing, Millicent exclaimed, "Oh, hell no! If I'm forced to be part of his harem, I'm gonna get off!"
She jumped up and tore off her clothes. Next, she pounced on Ron and slapped him savagely across his face. "Wake up, you little shite! Mama's horny!"
As Ron's eyes fluttered open, something strange happened. Not only had Millicent's blow woken him up, but it had inadvertently knocked the sense back into him in a literal sense. No longer was he plagued by deluded fantasies of grandeur. No longer did he believe that he was "Ron the Magnificent," nor did he believe that he had killed Voldemort. He was just Ron – plain old conniving, back-stabbing, fair-weather friend, whiny, lazy, dim-witted Ron. Despite this healing blow, the young wizard's mind had forgotten the events of the past few days. He didn't recall running around naked, proclaiming that he had destroyed Voldemort. He didn't even remember being beaten by Hermione with Luna acting as her squire. And, as Ron continued to heal and before his brain could register what was happening to him at that moment, the young wizard was thinking about having another go at Hermione or Luna. For a split second, he considered banging them simultaneously. He was even attempting to calculate how much 'Sob Story' he'd have to use to shag both witches at the same time.
But then, the pleasant thoughts about seducing Hermione and Luna vanished like a wisp of smoke in a strong breeze; for it was at that moment that Ron's brain finally registered what was going on around him. He saw that a very nude Millicent was standing over his head just in time for her to reach down and grab a fistful of his hair.
As she dragged his face towards her surprisingly large sex, Millicent shouted: "It's time to eat up Mama's hairy pussy!"
Ron's face was shoved into said hairy pussy, and the utter horror of the situation seized him. Ron now knew what it felt like for a baby to be pushed from its mother's womb, because the reverse was happening to him at that moment. He swore that Millicent had pushed so hard and so deep that he could feel her warm, wet labia covering his ears. While Millicent continued to grind her cunny onto and around his face, Ron lost control of his bladder out of pure, naked terror.
"Oh, look! What's his name is peeing himself!" proclaimed Violet happily, pointing to the steady flow of yellow liquid streaming down Ron's leg. She stood and hiked up her robes while stating, "At least he's into water sports like me!"
Ron screamed into Millicent's cavernous sex as Violet's warm urine splashed on his bare chest.
-- Line Break --
"And here is where we'll get some Muggle money," Harry announced while pointing to a strange device built into a wall of a building. "It's called an ATM."
"What does that stand for?" Luna asked dreamily.
"I don't rightly know," Harry said, not really caring about the answer. "All I know is that it's loaded with money just waiting to be withdrawn."
"And how does one get the money?" asked Luna.
"Don't know how Muggles do it, but I use my wand," the black-haired wizard replied. He pulled out his wand and tapped it against the device. The strange Muggle contraption creaked and groaned for a few seconds before a crack-like chasm formed in its face. Suddenly, stacks of Muggle money dropped out of the large fissure. Harry conjured a sack and began scooping the paper bills into the bag.
"Once we get some breakfast, we'll head over to Eloise's," announced Harry as he and his blonde witch made their way to a local diner. "Then I'll seduce her while you watch. After that, Eloise will help us lure Tonks, and then we'll get our Hermione back. And I'll finally see her give you a rim-job."
-- Line Break --
With a bounce in his step and a broad, happy smile on his face, Percy Weasley came bounding into his Ministry office. He popped his head into one of his co-worker's offices and greeted happily, "Hello, Roger! How are the wife and kids?"
"Uh, fine," Roger replied, more than a little taken aback by both Percy's uncharacteristic happy mood and the fact that this was the first time the redhead had ever asked such a question.
"Fantastic! Well, I'm off. You have a great day," Percy said earnestly. The red-haired wizard then strolled into Amanda Combs' office.
"Good morning, Mandy," he said and sat on the edge of her desk. "May I call you Mandy?" he asked with a dashing smile.
"Sure," she said, blushing slightly. The witch had never paid attention to Percy. But now that he was there, sitting on her desk, she couldn't help but notice that he was cute in a nerdish sort of way. But the way in which he spoke and the manner in which he held himself piqued Mandy's interest. He was bristling with confidence. It was pouring off of his skin, and it gave the young witch gooseflesh.
"You know, Mandy, I don't think I've ever said this, but thank you for your work," Percy said. "Your service is truly appreciated."
"You really think so?"
Percy leaned down so that he could whisper in her ear, "I know so."
"But I just regulate commercial broom speeds," she said with her face heating up even more. Percy's self-confidence was making her a little lightheaded.
"That's still a vital part of the Ministry. That means you," he punctuated by touching the tip of her nose, "are a vital part."
"Thanks, Percy," Mandy said, and a genuine smile stretched across her face.
"And if you don't mind me saying, you have a lovely smile," Percy said.
"Oh, go on," the witch said, and her blush deepened, and her smile grew even more.
"I dare say that your beautiful smile alone could turn a dreary day bright and special," he added.
"Really?" she asked, and her eyes sparkled madly.
"I'm going to ask you out for lunch today, and you're going to say yes," he told her with a smile of his own.
"You're right, I am," she repeated dreamily while gazing longingly into his eyes.
"I'll pick you up at noon," he said and began to walk out of her office. "And don't forget to bring your smile."
Percy could hear Mandy giggling happily over the thought of their lunch date as he entered his own office. He closed the door, and Lucius Malfoy removed the invisibility cloak that had been concealing him.
"Lucius, so bloody good to see you," Percy greeted the Death Eater and shook his hand.
"I take it my 'present' was well received?" asked the blond wizard.
"Words cannot express my gratitude," Percy said, recalling the five witches screaming in ecstasy from the previous night.
"So you no longer doubt that you can be Minister?"
"Lucius, old boy, I'm ready to take over the world!" Percy chuckled confidently.
"Wonderful, I shall talk to the members of the Wizengamot who are like-minded to our values so that they'll nominate you," Lucius said.
"I look forward to helping the people of Britain," heralded Percy.
"Very good," Lucius said. As he began to don his invisibility cloak again, he told Percy, "I shall be indisposed for a while. There is something vital I must do for the Ministry, and I will be out of touch. I wish you luck in the nomination, Minister Weasley."
Lucius had made this little detour to check on Weasley and to set his nomination in order. Now that this was accomplished, he had to travel with Thorfinn and the Flying Death to Potter's mudblood friend's house.
-- Line Break --
"Lovegood, Potter, what are you two doing here?" a pimple-faced Eloise Midgen asked after opening the door to her home.
"We need your help, Eloise," Luna said.
"Help with what?" she demanded. The girl had a bitter and angry tone to her voice.
"Our friend went missing, and we need your help with a Compulsion Charm," informed Luna. "We need you to cast a powerful charm on a piece of parchment, one that will make whoever reads it follow the direction listed on the parchment."
Harry would've begun wooing the pimply witch in order to get her to work her magic, but he was horrified by her complexion. After all, the description of "pimply" really understated the situation; if one could call Eloise pimply, then certainly, that same someone would refer to the Atlantic Ocean as being damp. Harry could've sworn that the thumb-sized zit – the one over her left eye, not the thumb sized zit on her chin – was throbbing. It was literally pulsating on her face like it was alive and was attempting to break free! It looked like she was virtually budding. And the patch of pus-filled blemishes on her right cheek looked like some kind of homage to Aboriginal cave paintings or a tribute to Jackson Pollock's work. For the first time in Harry's life, he doubted that he could bang a witch (this was a very big deal for Harry because not only had he shagged a centaur several times, but he also bedded a fish-like mermaid during the Tri-Wizard Tournament – as well as the giant squid, but that was a drunken bet and he didn't like to think about it – it took forever to remove the ink stains).
"What's in it for me?" asked Eloise.
"Well, not to brag, but Harry's very skilled," Luna said with a bloom to her face. "If you know what I mean?"
"He's obviously not skilled in Compulsion Charms, is he? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here now, would you?" the zit-coated witch said piercingly.
"No, but he's very skilled and incredibly gifted in other aspects," Luna said knowingly. She had not realized that Harry had become horrified over Eloise's complexion. The blonde was still eagerly looking forward to watching Harry's throbbing summer sausage pounding away at Eloise's various bits and pieces. Perhaps, if Luna were lucky, she could clean Harry's warm discharge out of those same pieces when he was done.
"Show me," demanded Eloise.
Luna applauded, thinking that Harry was about to whip out his massive organ. She was sadly disappointed when she saw the look of revulsion on Harry's face.
In a desperate act, Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it at Eloise's face, and incanted "Verruca Abeo!"
With a pop of rushing air, all of Eloise's zits vanished, leaving neither trace nor scar behind.
With a trembling hand, Eloise reached up and touched her now smooth and soft skin. "They're gone?! I've tried dozens of charms, but none of them worked!"
"Yeah, it's a charm I came across a few years back," bragged Harry. With all of her blemishes gone, the witch was rather cute. And Harry, being the mad, sex-crazed wizard that he was, was now more than happy to show Eloise how "gifted" he really was.
"Oh, thank you!" Eloise cheered. As Harry began to open his trousers, Eloise trotted over to a nearby desk. She grabbed a piece of parchment and spoke a long incantation, oblivious to the wizard's trousers being opened. The parchment glowed for a second before Eloise snatched it up and handed it to Harry.
"There, it has the strongest Compulsion Charm on it that I know! I don't care that I'm underage and it'll get me a warning from the Misuse of Magic office, not after what you've done for me!" Eloise said with tears of joy in her eyes. "I can't wait to show my mum!"
With that, the now-blemish-free witch ran up the stairs while shouting, "MUMMY! MUMMY, I'M CURED!"
"Oh, poo," moaned Luna. "I was looking forward to the notion of watching you slam her with your cock."
"Well, there's always Tonks," Harry said, a little disappointed over not bonking Eloise as well. He didn't like missing opportunities to cum in or on someone new. "How does this sound for the letter:
"Dear Tonks,
"I know that you were masquerading as Luna just yesterday. I'd like to talk to you about it at my relatives' house. Please come alone, it's vitally important. And please, don't tell anybody either.
Harry."
"That'll be perfect. Thanks to Eloise's charm, Tonks will have to go to the Dursleys' alone," summarized Luna. "And while you're shagging her, I'll get to watch!"
"Well then, let's get cracking!"
-- Line Break --
"And how are we today?" asked Dumbledore as he walked into the room where Miss Granger was being housed.
"I'm fine, Professor," Hermione replied with an airy tone. The colors swam in her mind, singing sweetly to her.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, what a pleasant surprise," the Headmaster said to Ginny, who was sitting in a corner with her arms crossed. "How are you?"
"Just peachy, sir," Ginny said in a less-than-happy way. The redhead was very upset over the fact that just the night before, Hermione had shown her what true love meant, but now, Hermione was unwilling to whack the hell out of her.
Ignoring the moody and unimportant red-haired witch, Dumbledore turned back to Hermione and asked: "So, how are you coping with what Harry has done to you?"
"He's a foul, evil wizard, and what he did to me was reprehensible, whatever it was. But thanks to your wonderful treatment, Headmaster, I'm as right as rain," Hermione said in a chant-like voice, just as the colors had told her to.
"Splendid," cheered Dumbledore. "My experiment appears to be a success!"
A tingle washed over Dumbledore. The combination of the excitement of his achievement and the sight of the now-rotund witch – clearly on her way to a succulent build under those oversized robes— made his blood quicken and his loins burn. Without the aid of any Virility Potion, the old man felt his aged organ begin to swell.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I just remembered that I have a pressing appointment with Professor Sprout," the ancient wizard said to the two witches before he left them alone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ginny. I forgot to ask Professor Dumbledore if he could help you with your wicked tendencies," Hermione said in a monotone.
"There's nothing wrong with my 'tendencies' that a good, thorough beating won't take care of," the redhead said with a pout, wishing that Hermione, her loving mistress, would be the one to deliver said beating.
-- Line Break --
After sending the charmed post off to Tonks, Harry and Luna returned to number four Privet Drive. There, the duo placed the Dursleys, still bound and gagged, in the smallest bedroom.
"If you had been nice to the other Harry, I'm certain this Harry would've let you watch him shag Tonks like he's allowing me to do," Luna chastised the three Muggles from the doorway. "But since you were all horrible, you won't get to watch Harry's honking willy pounding away at Tonks' quivering sex." Luna stuck out her tongue at the Muggles and closed the door.
"Let's go find a good hiding place for you," Harry offered and led Luna to the master bedroom. He walked up to the wardrobe and tapped it with his wand.
"There, I just placed a One-Way Viewing Charm on the inside of the door. That way you can see everything as it happens with Tonks none the wiser," Harry explained. He waved his wand again, this time conjuring a fat, long pink dildo. "I know you're used to better and bigger, thanks to me, but I reckon that you'll get more than a little randy in there. This will help you out, at least a little."
"Oh, how sweet!" exclaimed Luna while holding the dildo to her bosom like a prized gift. "You're so thoughtful, Harry."
Outside and down the street, Tonks was walking toward the house. Since she received Harry's post, the young Auror felt an overpowering urge to meet with him. However, even before she received this post, her mind had been plagued with the sensations of that big hunk of man-meat splitting her open. And, as she walked toward the Muggle home, her naughty bits were trembling with excitement.
Tonks chastised herself for such impure thoughts. Sure, it was by far the best shag of her life. But Harry was underage and an evil copy of the boy she had met just the year before. And to associate with him was wrong.
So Tonks forced the happy, knickers-soaking thoughts of his massive organ out of her mind – or at least she tried. The damn thing kept springing up in her mind's eye (literally, an image of his meaty appendage continuously sprang up in her mind, as if the organ was attached to a spring. It popped up complete with a "boing" sound as well). Twice, she had to wipe drool from the corners of her mouth because of the mental image of evil-Harry's wicked cock swinging like a metronome – a throbbing, veiny, hot, metronome.
To help force the thoughts of sex from her mind, Tonks kept repeating a mantra over and over in her head: "I will not shag him. I will not shag him." She had no intention of seeing Harry again (at least, that's what she told herself – in reality, she begged and yearned for his touch, or at least the touch of his incredible penis), but when she received his post, Tonks felt compelled to meet him. Her initial thought was to ignore his request for a meeting, but for some reason, she found herself in front of the Dursley house. She may have come to meet him here, but she'd be damned if she caved into her carnal desires and slept with the evil little bugger.
She'd walked up the steps leading to the front door and steadied herself. Once again, she chanted: "I will not shag him. I will not shag him."
The sound of a knock on the door told Harry that Tonks had arrived.
"You hop in there," Harry said and ushered Luna into the wardrobe. "I'll be just a mo'."
Harry walked downstairs and answered the door. Tonks, who had bright green hair, was waiting on the other side with a frown. She held up Harry's post and said, "I know you're not Harry, not the one from this reality. So you can drop any line you were going to feed me."
"Since when did you know about who I am?" he asked, unfazed by her declaration.
"We've known for a few days that You Know Who botched a ritual that swapped you with our Harry," the green-haired witch explained.
"That's good to know," Harry said dismissively. Even though he gave off a bored attitude, the young wizard took Tonks' comment and decided to mull over it at some later time.
"So what do you want to talk about?" she demanded.
"Excuse me?"
"In your post, you said you wanted to talk about what happened," Tonks said impatiently.
"Ah, yes, the whole 'I shagged you without realizing that it was you' thing," Harry summed up. He noticed when he said the word "shagged" that Tonks' eyes darted down to his crotch. Harry smiled, knowing that he had her just where he wanted her.
"What's there to talk about, really?" he said and leaned against the doorframe, "just that it was... spectacular."
Repeating her mantra "I will not shag him. I will not shag him." in her head, Tonks boldly stated aloud to Harry, "I'm not going to shag you."
"Okay, I know it's just semantics, but how about I shag you?" he offered casually, emphasizing 'I' and 'you' as if such a tiny difference meant the whole world. He punctuated this offer by opening his trousers.
As he pulled out his manhood (which took some time as there was a lot of it), Tonks contemplated Harry semantic based argument. Normally, the young Auror would've dismissed such a weak ploy. But Harry had a really big cock. This big organ only seemed to reinforce his semantic argument; it added weight and girth to it – throbbing, hot weight and girth. By the time his crown was freed, Tonks had concluded:
"That's fine by me," she replied honestly, happy that Harry won the short-lived argument. Semantics or not, Tonks was going to get laid.
Less than two minutes later, the two were in the Dursleys' master bedroom, naked as jaybirds and rubbing various body parts together.
As she watched Harry lick, kiss, caress, and probe Tonks' quivering sex, Luna pushed her dildo into her bottom. When Harry pushed his fat organ into Tonks' box, Luna wished that she were out of the wardrobe so that she could join in on the fun. The pink dildo that Harry conjured was neat, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
-- Line Break --
In the Burrow, Ron Weasley, now fully alert and aware, was cowering in the corner of his room in fear. His hair was wet and plastered against his skull thanks to Millicent's efforts in trying to push his cranium into her vagina. Ron didn't even want to think about the other foul liquids and wastes that clung to his body. After Violet and Millicent had fouled him, the remaining Pritchard girls took turns enacting their own particular and peculiar fetishes. Thanks to these witches, Ron knew with absolute certainty that his urethra could stretch quite widely (two wands can be shoved into the small opening when stretched out properly, if you must know), his testicles grew a bright blue when a string was tightly tied between his body and nuts (a blue similar to a robin's egg). The most distressing fact that Ron now knew was that Marigold liked to eat an excessive amount of corn (a barrelful a day, estimated Ron – much too much for her system to completely digest).
The five witches had been so excited at being finally able to fulfill each of their wildest and disgusting fantasies that they had exhausted themselves. They slept around Ron in a circle as he clutched his sore (and tiny) bits in the corner. He whimpered and cried while asking TPTB what he had done to deserve such punishment.
After her rest, Molly woke up refreshed and ready to take on another day. Following a quick shower, the Weasley matron went to check on her son, hoping against hope that he had finally decided to abandon that stupid wash rag and put on some proper clothes.
"RONALD!" Molly screamed at the top of her lungs when she opened his door. There she found her son completely naked and covered in filth, surrounded by naked ghouls! Had the damage to his brain worsened? Had Ron's delusions led him to bed foul beasts?
"Oi, wha'cha yellin' for?" one of the trolls inquired.
Molly was taken aback; they weren't trolls, but rather some kind of odd amalgam of monster and man. Perhaps they were an experiment to see if wizarding kind could copulate with trolls.
"What the devil is going on here?" Molly demanded of the obvious half-breeds.
"We're what's his name's harem," one creature answered, gesturing to Ron.
"A harem?" said Molly, aghast. She looked at Ron and screamed, "JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER HEARS OF THIS, RONALD!"
With that, Molly apparated to Grimmauld Place, leaving her son alone in his dire situation.
"Now that we're up, let's perform our harem duties," offered Millicent. Ron whimpered, fearfully, as the ape-like witch stood and straddled his head once more. "I wonder how far I can stuff your head in this time now that I'm loosened up a bit?"
-- Line Break --
Arthur, having just fixed himself a sandwich, made his way to Grimmauld Place's library for lunch and a kip. But his wife's sudden appearance changed his plan.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed at him.
"What's my fault, dear?" he asked, already accepting blame like the dutiful husband he was.
"YOUR SON HAS A HAREM!" she screeched.
"Err, he does?" Arthur asked, not daring to inquire as to which of their many sons Molly was referring to.
"YES, FIVE GIRLS," she said, using the description of "girls" loosely.
"That's dreadful," he returned. "I shall scold him harshly."
"SEE THAT YOU DO!" his wife snapped, angrily. "I'M SO UPSET RIGHT NOW OVER RONALD'S ACTIONS THAT I NEED A DRINK!"
As his wife stomped into the kitchen to raid Mundungus Fletcher's "less-than-secret" secret stash of fire-whisky, Arthur couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy over his son's harem. Arthur himself was stuck with just one witch – one whose body had lost the bitter battle with time and motherhood. And one would only have intimate relations once every blue moon.
Meanwhile, up in one of the home's bedrooms, a very surprised Ginny turned to Hermione and exclaimed: "Ron's got a harem?" She had heard her mother's screams, as did everyone in the house. "Why in the world would five witches want to sleep with Ron?"
"Oh, how dreadful," bemoaned Hermione in her deadpan voice. The colors in her head scolded Ron for such foul actions. "Hopefully, the Headmaster can cure Ron of his impure ways as he did me."
-- Line Break --
In his office at the Ministry, Percy was railing Mandy on his desk. The witch had her legs wrapped around him and was screaming, "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!" repeatedly. You see, when the two prostitutes, Sandra and Laurel, adjusted Percy's memory, they had unwittingly instilled some rather useful skills into the wizard. Sandra and Laurel had implanted memories of times when they themselves were truly pleased and pleasured by a wizard. And now, Percy was using those transferred skills and techniques on Mandy, much to her pleasure.
"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she cried out for the sixth time.
Clearly, Percy and Mandy's lunch date had gone rather well. Small chit-chat turned to snogging. Snogging led to fondling. Fondling was promptly followed by foreplay. And foreplay was pursued by banging on Percy's desk.
When Percy finished (with an encouraging command from Mandy boldly stating "cum in me, cum in me, you man!"), The two quickly dressed. Their lunch hour was almost up, and there was no time for cuddling.
The moment Percy canceled out the Silencing Charms he had erected around his office for privacy, a rapid and desperate pounding rang through the room. The red-haired wizard opened the door to find Roger pounding his fist on the door.
"What the hell have you two been doing for the last twenty minutes?" Roger demanded.
"Amanda and I have been discussing the new broom speed regulations," Percy said convincingly. Interoffice relationships were frowned upon in the Ministry, so Percy concocted this cover in order to protect Mandy from any scandal. "I put up Silencing Charms so that we wouldn't be disturbed."
"Well, that would explain why you didn't hear me banging on your door for the last few minutes," Roger said, buying Percy's line.
"So, Roger old chum, what's so important that you've been knocking on my door for such a long time?" asked Percy.
"The Wizengamot has just elected a new Minister! It's you, Percy! You're the new Minister for Magic!" cheered Roger.
"Bugger me," exclaimed Mandy, loudly. "I just bonked the Minister!"
-- Line Break --
Back at number four, Harry was putting Tonks' metamorphosis abilities to good use. For the first fifteen minutes, Tonks was in her standard appearance, complete with bright green hair that nicely framed her red, engorged labia as Harry pounded his meat into her. After that, Harry commanded that Tonks change her appearance to that of an Asian schoolgirl (Harry had paused to conjure a pair of knee-high, white socks for the ensemble). Several minutes later, Tonks looked like an American stripper, complete with surgically enhanced breasts. Harry showed how appreciative he was of the Auror's unique abilities by giving her a nice, hard cock-slap against her nether lips. After that slap, she took on the appearance of a Nubian Princess, then an exotic Mediterranean woman. At one point, Harry had Tonks adopt a series of brightly colored polka dots just for the hell of it. Tonks didn't even consider ignoring Harry's orders. His masterful technique (and big throbbing willy) made her beg for more demands.
Just as the time before, Tonks had one, very long and incredibly intense, orgasm. Vernon and Petunia's bed was soaked with Tonks' sweat and love fluids. The witch lay on the bed, shaking like a leaf in a storm as she continued to drip sweat and other forms of liquids. Her body trembled uncontrollably due to the aftereffects of the incredible shag.
"I have to tell you this," began Harry, leaning sitting against the headboard. Whereas Tonks looked like she had just run two marathons, the young wizards looked as if they would be ready for another go in a very short matter of time. "I'm going to kill Dumbledore."
"WHAT?" Tonks screamed and tried to sit up. But the mind-blowing shag had robbed her of fine motor control and rendered her a physical wreck. The attempt at sitting up only caused her to flop over the side of the bed and crash onto the ground. Clinging to the bedcovers, Tonks dragged herself up and repeated: "WHAT?"
"Well, we just shared this intimate moment, and I thought it would be proper of me to tell you my plans so that you don't get caught in the middle," explained Harry. Internally, he was smiling broadly. He had no immediate plans on killing Dumbledore. The wizard told Tonks this small fib to fool her into heading straight to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. He needed her to flee there so that he could follow the Auror and get his Hermione back. There was a slight chance that Tonks would go directly to Dumbledore, but Harry had Tonks pegged as a person who would muster up as much backup as possible first, in order to better protect the old man.
"You're going to kill Dumbledore?" she asked, still not fully grasping the notion. "Why? Why would you want to kill Dumbledore?"
"Because I'll have to kill the old man eventually. Sooner or later, he's going to try and stop me," he answered. This was a half-truth; Harry knew that he'd have to deal with Dumbledore in due course. "Why not just nip it in the bud and get it over with?"
"Are you serious?" she asked in utter shock.
"Serious as a heart attack," he replied. Suddenly, Harry's eyes grew wide, as if a brilliant idea had just occurred to him. "That's it! I'll slip the old blighter a Coronary Potion and make it look like his ticker gave out! Thanks for the idea, Tonks!"
"Oh, look at the time," Tonks said without even glancing at a watch or clock; her eyes were still fixed on the man who had just threatened to kill Dumbledore. "I must be off."
It should go without saying that the scene that ensued when Tonks attempted to dress as quickly as she could did not fare well for the Auror. Because of the mind-blowing shag, her limbs were like jelly – wobbling uncontrollably. She fell twice; one such fall knocked the lamp and various pictures off the bedside table. When she finally finished, her boots were on the wrong feet, and her bra was on the outside of her blouse with her knickers stuffed in the right cup of her bra.
"Gotta go," she muttered before apparating away.
The moment she vanished, Harry hopped up and threw on his pants. As he fastened his belt, a naked and glistening Luna opened the cupboard door.
"Are you really going to kill the Headmaster?" she asked breathily. Clearly, she had put the dildo Harry had created to good use.
"If he happens to be between Hermione and me, yes," Harry answered, truthfully. He closed his eyes and activated his Semen Tracking Charm.
-- Line Break --
In Grimmauld Place, Arthur Weasley had just woken up from his post-lunch kip. He had a naughty little dream where he, not one of his sons, had a harem. Stretching his arms over his head, he walked out of the library. The dream had caused a strong need in him. And this strong need was now trying its very best to poke a hole through the front of his trousers. Normally, Molly wouldn't help him with this physical desire, leaving him to resort to wanking himself like a teenager. However, since Molly was not a "one-drink witch" (if she had one drink, she'd have two, and if she had two drinks, she'd have three, and so on and so on), she was most likely inebriated. Perhaps Arthur could use his wife's intoxicated state to his advantage (which was pretty much the only time he's ever had sex with her). She would be more pliable to sweet nothings whispered in her ear. More importantly, he wouldn't have to wank.
Arthur gave a little shout of surprise when Tonks apparated with a loud crack directly in front of him. Like a shot, the wizard moved his hands to shield his erection from the cute, young Auror.
"Call an emergency meeting, right now!" she demanded.
"Are you alright, Tonks?" he asked, concerned over her highly disheveled appearance. She looked like she had just been thrown under the Knight Bus.
However, before Tonks could respond to Arthur's question, a bare-chested and shoeless Harry appeared behind them without a sound. He waved his wand and sent two Stunning Hexes at the witch and wizard. They dropped to the floor, out cold.
As Harry looked down at the two unconscious forms, he considered his options. He couldn't just leave them there. After all, Tonks knew where he was hiding, and he really didn't want to find a new place, especially after breaking into the master bed. And Harry didn't want to kill her – she was, after all, a nice shag. And her unique talents couldn't be sampled again if he killed her. He could simply adjust her memory and remove their encounter from her mind. But Tonks would still know that she had sex (mostly due to the soreness and the whole dripping man juice). Harry looked between the red-haired man, obviously the father of those two inbreeds Harry had run across a few days previously, and Tonks. With a smile, Harry waved his wand once more, adjusting both the witch and wizard's memories. Another flick of his wand, and the two bodies levitated and floated into the library. Now that that issue had been dealt with, Harry ran up the stairs to seek his buxom, big-brained prize.
When Harry opened the only locked door, he found his witch dressed in some ridiculous outfit and being guarded (if one dared to call it "guarding") by the red-haired witch.
"Harry!" Ginny cried out in hope and love.
"Harry!" Hermione cried in fear and apprehension.
"Let's get you out of here," Harry said, walking to Hermione. "Luna's eager for your tongue."
He tapped his wand on a nearby chair and incanted "Portus."
"No, leave me alone, you foul beast!" Hermione said. The colors in her head whispered warnings to the young witch. Harry is bad and evil, you should get away from him, they said.
Ginny, whose eyes were transfixed by the rippling, bulging muscles of Harry's chest (and the noticeable bulge in the front of his trousers), rushed up to the wizard.
"Take me with you!" she begged. The thought of being with her cruel prince and her Mistress, the witch who had shown her true love, made Ginny's heart flutter.
Harry looked the redhead up and down, clearly judging her worth. With a cold disdain that most people used when talking about tiny, insignificant bugs, he said, "No. Go away."
The mean edge to Harry's voice sent a pleasant chill up Ginny's spine. Oh, how his voice touched her. She only wished that he had backhanded her, as he said no. Ginny found herself wishing that Harry would say cruel things to her in this tone while Hermione beat the young witch with her precious crop... or perhaps, if Ginny was truly lucky, a chair leg!
Harry wrapped his hand around Hermione's wrist. The brunette tried to pull away, just as the colors had told her to, but Harry was too strong. The moment before Harry touched the Portkey, Ginny leapt through the air and quickly took hold of Harry's ankle. She would've grabbed Hermione's, but she'd have to lift layers of pleats to do so, and time was of the essence.
-- Line Break --
Sweat dripped in big globs off of Dobby's long nose. It was long, hard work building the Great Harry Potter's hideout, but it was well worth it. The thought of how pleased Harry Potter would be with Dobby excited the little House-Elf as nothing had ever done before.
The framing for the grand hideout was now complete. Dobby had some trouble with the steel and glass necessary for the west wing, but the time he lost with those materials was made up when he built the south wing; the wood logs were much easier for him to work with.
Despite being ahead of schedule, Dobby had much work to do. He still had to finish the interior of the building and furnish it before he could show it to the Great Harry Potter.
-- Line Break --
A second after they left Grimmauld Place, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny appeared in the master bedroom of number four.
Luna, with her nose crinkled in obvious disapproval and distaste, looked at Ginny and asked, "Harry, I really do appreciate that you've brought another witch so that I can watch you shag her, but why'd it have to be her? There have to be better choices out there than her."
"I didn't bring her," Harry snapped and pushed at the inbred redhead with his foot, not daring to let her get close to him. As his heel pushed into her belly and nudged her across the floor, Ginny felt her sex flood with hot, sticky, wetness. Ignoring the red-haired pest that he was pushing away with his foot, Harry said to Luna, "She tagged along without my consent."
"Perhaps she's a spy?" suggested Luna. "She might be attempting to find our new hiding place."
"I'm no spy," protested Ginny.
"If she is working for the Order, we'll have to take steps to make sure she can't tell them anything," Harry said.
With the delicious thoughts of what steps Harry could take, Ginny happily announced, "Wait, I lied, I am a spy. You should tie me up and interrogate me! Oh, gods, please interrogate me!"
"Get Hermione out of that ridiculous dress," Harry commanded Luna while idly waving his wand at Ginny. A coarse hemp rope shot out of his wand and flew toward the masochistic witch. The redhead had tears of joy cascading down her cheeks as the rope that Harry conjured abrasively wrapped around her and tied her to a chair.
"What are you doing?" Hermione demanded as Luna began to unbutton the brunette's dress.
"Your outfit is far too constricting," the petite witch pointed out, "and much too concealing."
"Speaking of constricting, these ropes are a bit loose," Ginny said. "I mean, I could wriggle free and escape. You don't want that, do you?"
"I insist that you stop!" Hermione hollered, pushing Luna's hands away from her oversized dress. The colors in her head were shouting and screaming that Hermione should behave and be a good girl.
"But, Hermione, your clothes will only hinder our sex," Luna put forth, and she fidgeted with the buttons of Hermione's large dress.
Harry waved his wand at Ginny, and the ropes constricted. As the rough hemp dug into Ginny's flesh, the young witch took in a long, shuddering breath through her clenched teeth. The pain raced through her body and made her nipples harden and ache.
"Now call me a whore and piss in my mouth, Master," said Ginny dreamily and opened her mouth as wide as she could to give Harry a larger target.
Harry cocked an eyebrow and looked in disbelief at the strange bound girl while Luna continued her attempt to unbutton Hermione's dress.
Hermione slapped at Luna's hands and screeched, "SEX? YOU CRIMSON WOMAN! No, wait, I mean YOU SCARLET WOMAN! Yes, that's it, 'scarlet'."
"Harry, I think there's something wrong with Hermione," Luna said with utter dread. The blonde took two steps back and stood next to Harry.
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with me, you foul strumpet!" snarled Hermione. "How dare you try to undress me. For sex! I am not a Scarlet Woman! I do not lower myself for simple physical pleasures!"
"Sweetie, you know that I don't give just 'simple physical pleasure,'" argued Harry, offended at Hermione's choice of words. "There's nothing 'simple' about what I do."
"You! You're evil and bad and wrong!" Hermione ranted at the wizard. The colors were spitting out foul curses, and the brunette was obediently repeating them. "You're wicked and improper. And you need help to cure your vile ways!
"And put some clothes on!" she barked. "You're naked! The human form should always be properly covered!"
At this point, Luna's attention bounced between Hermione and Harry, well, Hermione's face and Harry's crotch to be specific. In the blonde's mind, if someone had seen Harry naked like she and Hermione had, that person would long to see him naked time and time again. Rippling muscles, framed with just the right amount of hair (enough to run your fingers through, not long enough to need a comb or weed-whacker). A firm, strong bottom that someone could gnaw on for hours on end (Luna made a mental note to put this theory to the test in the near future). And then there's his willy: Luna could go on at how beautiful Harry's organ was. To her, it was inconceivable for anyone who had seen Harry in his naked glory not to want to see it again. But Hermione's command to have Harry cover up perplexed the blonde witch.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Luna as the realization of the cause for Hermione's odd behavior dawned upon her. "She's been brainwashed!"
"Yeah, apparently Dumbledore tried some new treatment on her," offered Ginny. She then popped her mouth wide open again, hoping that someone would pee in it.
Harry's expression went cold. It was a look he only showed when someone was going to die a very slow and incredibly painful death. They toyed with his Hermione. For that, they will pay.
To Be Continued...
AN: All is not lost, my dear readers, keep on your toes!