What a Witch Needs

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Revised October 15, 2007.

Evening At The Dursleys


When Harry slid out of Mrs. Figg’s fireplace, he found Draco on top of Hermione next to him on the floor. They were kissing greedily and running their hands over one others’ bodies. Harry rolled over onto his hands and knees and crawled to them. He began laughing again as he looked around Mrs. Figg’s front room and at the cats that were keeping their distance from the intruders and looking at them in curiosity.

Harry slung his arm around Draco’s back and placed his face next to theirs. When Hermione and Draco finished their kiss and looked at Harry, they noticed that he was trying very hard not to laugh and this made them burst out in glee. Then Harry put his finger to his lips, giving them the quiet signal. They all held their breaths so that they would not laugh and then they listened. The sound of water running could be heard.

“She’s in the shower,” Harry whispered. That one piece of news was so funny to them that they could no longer hold it in. They laughed until they cried and suddenly they heard a frightened voice call out, “Who’s there?”

“Oh fuck!” Harry swore, which caused more laughter. “Let’s get out of here.” He stood up on unsteady feet while Hermione and Draco laughed at him.

“You’re… you’re… afraid of a squib?” Draco rolled on the floor with hilarity.

“She’ll tell on us,” Harry said as the other two tried to stand, finding it difficult due to their fits of laughter.

They stumbled out the front door and down the walk to the street. A muggle was outside mowing his front lawn with the last of the daylight. When they caught sight of him they roared with more laughter and pointed. The man gave them a look of disgust and muttered, “Bloody drunks.” This made the three teens even giddier.

They followed Harry to Privet Drive. Harry stumbled to the middle of the street and held his arms open as he announced loudly, “Welcome to my muggle neighborhood.”
Draco and Hermione laughed so hard, they had to sit on the curb to catch their breaths. Draco looked around and said, “So… this is where you grew up?”

A neighbor who lived next door to the Dursleys was driving up the street and had to stop and honk at Harry who had not yet moved. Harry looked in the car and recognized the nosey neighbor who had always snubbed him. Harry turned the other way and pulled down his trousers, bending over and exposing his bare arse to the occupant of the car. Draco and Hermione roared with laughter at the look of surprise and disgust on the driver’s face. The man rolled down his window and yelled, “Get out of the way, you delinquent!”

Harry stayed where he was and just looked over his shoulder saying, “But I need to take a dump.”

“Do it, Potter! Shit on his car!” laughed Draco. Harry started laughing so hard, he fell to his hands and knees. The neighbor put his car in reverse and shook an angry finger at Harry yelling, “Your uncle should put you in an institution!”

Hermione stood up and went over to Harry, trying to tug his pants up while she laughed. “Let’s go… I want to meet your aunt and uncle,” she said.

“Yeah,” Draco said, stumbling to his feet as well, “let’s go to the muggles!”

They stumbled down Privet drive, holding on to fences along the way every time a laughing fit hit them, until they came to #4 - the Dursleys.

When they stumbled up to the front door, Harry opened it and fell in. “Hellooooooo… your favorite nephew is here!” Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been watching the evening news and now jumped up off their chairs with yelps of surprise. Harry stumbled into view with a silly grin on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Uncle Vernon thundered when he overcame his initial surprise. Then Vernon and Petunia jumped again when they saw Draco and Hermione push into Harry, laughing and smiling. “What’s going on?” Uncle Vernon demanded.

Harry straightened himself up and said with a mock formal voice, “Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, I’d like you to meet my lovers, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.”

Harry’s aunt and uncle opened their eyes wide and turned red. Uncle Vernon in particular looked ready to explode. “Your WHAT?”

“My lovers,” Harry said, grinning at their expressions of horror.

“Get OUT! NOW! And take your filthy freaks with you!” Vernon shouted. “How dare you come into my house and say such trash!”

Draco pulled out his wand. “Why you fat, worthless, Muggle! How dare you say those things to us.” He pointed his wand at Uncle Vernon who had now backed up against the wall in fear. Hermione put her hand on his wand and lowered it. She leaned toward Draco’s ear and whispered, “If you use it, the Ministry will come for us.”

He turned his face to her and kissed her, whispering back, “Don’t worry, my love, just having some fun.” They both laughed out loud.

Harry began knocking over Dudley’s pictures on the mantle, sending them crashing to the floor. “Too bad itty bitty Diddy isn’t here. We could have made him into a eunuch,” Harry laughed. Hermione and Draco walked over to Harry. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and locked him into a passionate kiss while Draco came up behind Harry and put his hands around him and over Harry’s cock. Draco looked at the Dursleys and said, “You want to watch us fuck?” Harry and Hermione began laughing, breaking their kiss. Harry looked at Uncle Vernon and said, “It’s probably been too long for him. When’s the last time you two fucked?”

Uncle Vernon turned red with anger and yelled, “I’m calling the police!” He moved away from the wall and made to pass them by to get to the kitchen. Draco shook his wand at Vernon making Petunia yelp with fear as Vernon stumbled onto the sofa. The three teens laughed at the scared look on Vernon’s face.

Harry then said, “We needed a place to fuck tonight, and it looks like it’s going to be here. But what shall we do with the two of you?” Harry looked like he was in deep thought which made his companions laugh again.

“Oh!” Harry laughed. “I know the perfect place. Into the cupboard with you!” They howled at the look of outrage on Vernon and Petunia’s face.

“What?!” Vernon spat.

“You heard him,” Draco said, motioning with his wand. “Get into that fucking cupboard or I’ll blast you a new arsehole.”

Hermione laughed hard saying, “Oh… that’s a funny one… a new arsehole...”

Petunia walked over to Vernon and clasped onto his arm. “Just do what he says, Vernon,” Petunia whispered, leading him to the cupboard. “They are on drugs!”

Harry laughed and taunted, “Yeah, we are. Now get the fuck in the cupboard.” When the Dursleys bent down and went under the stairs, Harry shut the door and moved the bolt into place. Then he opened the little slot on the middle of the door and peered in at them.
“How does it feel to be stuck in the cupboard?” Harry asked. “Try living in there for eleven fucking years!”

Harry slammed the slot shut and laughed when Uncle Vernon yelled out, “We’ll get you for this, boy. Just you wait. You’ll end up in that prison for freaks, that Azkaban!”

Harry yelled back, “Who’s in prison now? Hey?”

“Potter, you spent eleven years under the stairs?” Draco marveled. “Is that how Muggles treat their children?”

Harry ignored Draco’s comment as his mind reeled with thoughts of getting back at the Dursleys. He kicked the cupboard door and yelled, “You can just stay there forever and starve for all I care. That’s right, no meals for you!” Hermione and Draco watched as Harry ran upstairs, returning with a pair of Dudley’s big underpants.

Draco had already pulled off Hermione’s robe and had her pinned against the wall, kissing her on the neck when Harry came back. Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Harry while he tore holes in the underpants and rubbed it on the ground with the bottom of his shoe. “What are you doing, Harry?” Hermione asked. The giggles were wearing off and being replaced by tingling sensations that were making her very horny.

“I’m giving them what they gave to me. Dudley’s old, used things,” Harry replied, angrily. Apparently, the giggles had worn off of Harry as well. Harry took out his wand and poked the tattered underpants through the door slot saying, “Happy Birthday! How does it feel, hey? How does it feel to get old clothing for your birthday?”

“You’re lucky you got anything!” yelled Vernon from the cupboard.

Harry grew malevolent smile on his face and slid the door slot open, saying, “I’ve got this, though.” Harry pulled Hermione and Draco into the hall across from the cupboard door. “Look at my two gorgeous lovers.” He stood between Draco and Hermione and put his hands over their genitals, rubbing them and making them excited.

“Don’t look, Vernon!” Petunia screamed. “Vile! Vile!” she cried.

The three teens laughed at Petunia’s words. Vernon was now strangely quiet and Harry knew that he probably couldn’t keep his eyes from them. He put his arm around Hermione and pulled her to him for a kiss. Draco went to the other side of Hermione and began pulling her blouse up. Harry broke the kiss when he noticed what Draco was doing and helped him pull the blouse over her head. Hermione put her arms in the air and sighed with pleasure as the boys removed it. They ran their hands over her chest and stomach. Harry looked at the slot again. “Nice, young body,” Harry teased Uncle Vernon. “Don’t you wish Aunt Petunia looked this good, tasted this good?” Harry said to his uncle as Draco unsnapped Hermione’s bra and sent it falling to the ground, exposing her beautiful, supple breasts to everyone’s view.

Harry could hear Uncle Vernon’s sharp intake of air and then Aunt Petunia said, “Cover your eyes, Vernon! Don’t look!” But Harry would bet anything that Vernon would not listen to her. Hermione backed against the wall and put arms up above her head, making her breasts curve out more. She closed her eyes and purred with pleasure as Draco and Harry each took one of her breasts in their hands and toyed with her nipples. She turned her face from side to side and gave them each wet kisses in turn.

Draco and Harry now made their way down Hermione’s neck and over her chest, licking and kissing her rounded flesh. When they placed their hot mouths over her nipples, Hermione made a noise of pleasure and her legs shook with the effort it took to remain standing under such a sensual assault. The two boys kept one eye on each other so as to coordinate their moves. They both sucked and bit at her nipples at the same time, making her arch her back and moan with even more need. Then Harry turned his head back towards the cupboard door and Hermione’s kiss-reddened nipple jiggled with the sheen of his saliva. “Look at these beautiful tits, Uncle,” Harry teased. He fell to his knees and moved a hand along Hermione’s stomach and up across her ribs to her breast. He pushed the mound he had just sucked up higher and Draco bent across her to suckle it into his mouth.

Then Harry slid his hand down Hermione’s body and over her thigh, stopping just below the hemline of her skirt.

“Would you like to see her pussy, Uncle?” Harry asked. “It’s young, wet, and tastes like heaven.” Harry put his hand just under her skirt and lightly brushed his fingers over the top of her clit through her panties. Hermione rocked her hips forward and moaned, “Yes, Harry, fuck me with your fingers and your mouth.”

Harry continued caressing her clit and making her squirm as he spoke to Vernon. “Well, Uncle? You didn’t answer me. I won’t show you her pussy if you don’t say yes. Do you want to see it or not?”

Harry could feel the tension behind that door. How could any man resist such an offer? But Vernon was being very stubborn. Harry announced, “I guess we’ll just continue undressing her in another room then.” Harry made a move to stand and leave.

“No! Stay!” Vernon rasped out.

Harry smiled in triumph when he heard Aunt Petunia yell, “Vernon!” She began crying loudly.

Harry got back down to where he was and said, “Uncle Vernon, who’s the fortunate one now?” He pulled Hermione’s skirt down off her hips and to the floor. Draco left her breasts and turned Hermione sideways away from the wall. Harry was knelt down in front of her while Draco knelt down in back of her. Both boys hooked their fingers in the top of her knickers and pulled them slowly off, hearing Uncle Vernon groan in the cupboard.

Draco caressed the inside of her thighs and urged her legs farther apart. “Bend a little, Granger,” he whispered. Hermione stuck her rear out towards him. Draco spread her cheeks and drove his mouth and tongue between them. Harry, meanwhile, positioned his face under her clit and spread her pussy lips with his fingers. Hermione reached up to grab her breasts, pinching her own nipples while she closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. She rocked her hips lightly as both boys laved at her with their tongues, sending delicious sensations throughout her body.

Hermione knew she was close to orgasm, the incredibly erotic situation bringing her pulse pounding and every nerve blazing on fire. She braced her hands against the walls on both sides of her so she would not fall as the boys continued to lick and suck at her as if she were the last meal on earth. “Oh… yes…” she closed her eyes and moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her long hair cascaded down her back and tickled Draco’s forehead.

Draco stuck his tongue up her puckered little hole, fucking it. He moved his hand up along the inside of her thigh and entered two fingers in her soaking, wet hole. Harry’s tongue would occasionally leave her clit and wander down to her entrance where Draco’s fingers were. Draco would remove his fingers when he felt Harry’s probing tongue and stick them in Harry’s mouth, enjoying the feel of Harry’s mouth pulling on him.

Both boys were so turned on by Hermione’s lovely body rocking on their faces, and her moans and gasps of pleasure, that they felt their cocks would burst if they didn’t find release soon. Harry frantically went to work on her clit, sucking in the swollen folds and tonguing them in his mouth as Draco rubbed furiously over her G-spot inside with his two fingers while he continued to tongue fuck her rear hole.

Hermione’s body shook and shivered as she screamed. She grabbed onto Harry’s hair and her body exploded with convulsions, her sweet nectar squirting over Draco’s hand and running down her thighs. Draco removed his fingers from her and both boys dueled their tongues at her entrance, trying to drink the most from her. When they had finished licking her clean, their tongues began tangling with each other. Hermione brought her leg over Draco’s back and slump down against the wall in exhaustion and satisfaction while she watched the boys embrace and deepen their kiss.

Draco lifted his face away and breathed out, “Are you going to finish what you started earlier today, Potter?” Harry gave him a mischievous smile and began unbuttoning Draco’s trousers, pulling them off his hips. Hermione scooted next to him and removed Draco’s shirt, running her hands all over his chest. Draco’s heart pounded and he began panting with the excitement of having these two Gryffindors undress him. He closed his eyes and vowed silently that he wouldn’t let anyone harm them. They were his!

Harry put a hand on Draco’s chest and pushed him down to lie on his back. He pulled the rest of Draco’s clothing off his legs and threw it aside, gazing at the blonde boy’s hard, throbbing cock.

The sound of grunting came from the cupboard door and Harry turned his face towards it, smiling. “Beating your meat in there, Uncle?” Harry called out with a laugh. Aunt Petunia let out another cry and sobbed loudly in the background. “If you just shut up, Auntie,” Harry continued, “Vernon may give your dry old pussy a poke.” Aunt Petunia screamed and bawled louder.

Draco giggled at Harry’s taunts to his aunt and uncle, saying, “Come on, Potter, suck me already.” Hermione had already begun licking and sucking on Draco’s chest, paying special attention to his nipples. He gently petted and ran his hand over her hair as she did this and Hermione once again experienced a more tender side to Draco.

Harry scooted back and positioned his face over Draco’s cock. Taking its hard length in his hand, he lowered his mouth to Draco’s balls, licking and pulling on them with his lips. Draco twitched his hips and said, “Fuck, Potter!” Harry smiled and brought his mouth over the dripping head of Draco’s cock, covering it with warmth and heat. He began moving his hand and mouth in a rhythm, taking breaks to lick around the tip with his firm tongue and probe Draco’s sensitive hole. Draco began moving his hips in a fucking motion as he closed his eyes and scrunched his face in pleasure. Hermione pinched at his nipples with both hands and moved her mouth up his neck and to his lips, giving him the pleasure of feeling both their hot tongues on him at once. Then Hermione kissed and licked her way down his body, joining Harry at Draco’s cock. Now they both licked and swirled their tongues around and up and down its length.

Draco lifted his head and looked at his two sexy lovers, pleasuring him with their mouths and hands, and he knew he was on the verge of a major orgasm. He threw his head back and yelled out when a huge wave wracked his body and sent his hips springing up off the floor. His hot cum spurted out. Harry swallowed some and then offered Draco’s cock to Hermione so she could have some too. Draco’s cum ran down their lips and chin and when Draco’s orgasm ended, they greedily licked each others’ faces. Draco sat up and bent forward saying, “Give me some of that too.” They sat licking and kissing each other and soon the frantic licking turned into deep kissing as all three tongues caressed each other and took turns in one other’s mouths.

Petunia’s loud bawling was starting to irritate Draco. He turned his head toward the door and said, “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to come in there myself and have a poke at that dry, old pussy.” The teens all laughed at his words, but it seemed to work as Petunia suddenly became quiet with only occasional, muffled sobs being admitted.

Harry began removing his trousers, announcing, “I need to be fucked!” Harry had been the only one who had not orgasmed yet and he was rock hard with need. Hermione helped him off with his clothing. Harry was kneeling with the others completely naked, his cock reaching for their attentions. Hermione pulled him to her for a deep kiss and pressed her nice breasts up against his chest while she purred, “What’s your pleasure, sir?”

Harry glanced at the door where he knew Uncle Vernon’s greedy, piggy eyes were watching, and he said, “What do you, Uncle? Should I stick my cock in her sweet little pussy? Would you like to see how the young and beautiful fuck?” Harry’s only answer was a grunt. He smiled at Hermione who now laid herself down on the floor, spreading her legs open wide for him.

Draco was beginning to get excited again as he watched Hermione run her hands over her chest and down her stomach. When she began fingering herself, he said, “If you don’t climb on top of her, Potter, then I will.” Harry gave up teasing his uncle and moved over Hermione, covering her body with his own and bringing his lips to hers for a kiss. She lifted her knees and pushed her hips up in need. He reached down between their bodies and ran a finger through her slick folds to test if she was wet again. “Mmmm, Hermione, are you always so wet?” he asked with a horse whisper.

“Lately, I’ve been wet a lot,” she moaned. “I can’t help it. I think about having the two of you all the time.”

“You can have me anytime you want,” Harry said, entering her slick passage. He groaned with pleasure at the same moment Hermione gasped. She loved the feel of his hard, hot length stretching and filling her. It was such a snug and intimate feeling. When he began moving his hips, the exquisite pleasure increased ten fold. “How do you want it?” he whispered into her ear, nipping and tonguing her earlobe.

Hermione shivered with delight and replied, “Mmmm… just like you’re doing it.”

Draco grinned and watched them fuck while his own cock began to harden again. He placed a hand on Harry’s pumping ass and stuck a finger in his crack, toying with his arse hole. “So, Potter,” he said, “you need to be fucked, do you?” Harry turned his face to the side and looked at Draco. He understood completely what Draco was offering, and the thought of getting fucked by the handsome blonde, while he fucked Hermione, made him shiver in excitement.

“Yeah,” he managed to say. His body began to pump harder into Hermione in anticipation.

Draco smiled, looking towards the cupboard door, “Hey you, Muggle, do you have any lubricant? You can’t tell me that you two can fuck without it.”

He heard Petunia say, “Don’t you say anything, Vernon!” But Vernon was beyond caring what she said as he grunted out, “Nightstand.”

Harry said, “Next to their bed.” Draco left his lovers fucking and climbed the stairs of the Muggle house. He looked around at the Muggle furnishings and brick-a-brack in distaste until he finally came to a room with a big bed in it. He found some sort of cream in a drawer next to the bed and shrugged. He made his way back downstairs and kneeled behind Harry’s pumping arse while he lathered himself up with the cream. When Draco positioned his cock at Harry’s anus, Harry held his hips still for a moment and closed his eyes. Draco pressed his cock forward, deep into him. It didn’t seem to hurt as bad this time and Harry released a sigh of relief.

“Go on, fuck her,” Draco told him as he waited for Harry to start moving again so that he could coordinate to their rhythm. Harry couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to have his cock being squeeze by Hermione’s hot cavern and his arse being filled with Draco’s big member. It was almost too much to bear. He had both arms along the side of Hermione’s head as he grasped onto her hair and tangled his tongue with hers, groaning into her mouth.

Hermione lifted her knees and pulled on her legs with her hands to spread herself further as she moaned, “Deeper, Harry, harder.” Harry lifted himself slightly higher on his knees and began pumping into her harder, causing Draco to begin fucking him harder as well.

“Fuck!” Harry exclaimed. Hermione panted in delight beneath him and squealed each time he thrust against the end of her passage. Above him, Draco pounded into his arse so that each time he withdrew from Hermione, Draco’s cock would go deeper into him, and when he slid deeper into Hermione, Draco’s cock would move away from his core.

“Dear God!” Vernon exclaimed from the cupboard as he watched the three teens fuck each other.

Harry had never felt so stimulated in his life. An incredible explosion of ecstasy hit him like a tidal wave and he groaned, panting loudly as he filled Hermione with his hot seed. As soon as his seed was spent, he collapsed in a faint on top of Hermione. In fact, all three teens fainted at the same moment and lay there piled on top of one another, still connected at the genitals.

Vernon made a sound from the cupboard and peered intently through the slot. “Look, Petunia, they’re not moving anymore,” he exclaimed.

“God has struck them down for their debauchery!” Petunia squeaked.

An old man’s voice filled the air, making the Dursley’s jump in surprise. “No, not God, Petunia, only Dumbledore.”

Vernon pressed his face onto the slot and turned his eyes sideways, trying to get a glimpse of the intruder. “Hey! You! Let us out of here!” Vernon yelled.

Dumbledore lowered his wand and sighed at the three naked teens piled on one another. Professor Snape stepped up behind him and peered at them as well. “My word!” Snape exclaimed, turning his face away in embarrassment. Mrs. Figg gave a short scream and stepped back outside onto the porch. She turned her back on the front door and looked nervously up and down the street, biting her nails and repeating, “Oh my, oh my.”

“It is a good thing they didn’t use magic, or the ministry might have beat us here,” Dumbledore mused. “Just what did you put in that potion, Severus?”

“You saw the ingredients, Headmaster. These idiots drank it before it could simmer for the length of time required,” Snape replied, studying the walls of the Dursleys’ home to avoid looking at the naked students.

“Yes, well, I advise not leaving such potions unsupervised in the future,” Dumbledore said as he picked up Hermione’s discarded cloak and threw it on top of the pile of teens.

Earlier, Snape had returned from Hogsmeade and went to check on his potion. It was then that he noticed the empty bowl on the table and the ladle sticking out of the pot. When he hurried back to his office, he saw the floo powder had been dipped into and some had been spilled upon the floor.

He immediately informed the Headmaster and had the heads of all the houses do a bed check of all students to see who was missing. Dumbledore, of course, was able to do a spell that would bring him to the address last muttered inside the fire place.

A surprised Mrs. Figg had no idea anyone had come out of her fire place until she remembered hearing laughter while she was in the shower. Dumbledore, Snape and Mrs. Figg knew exactly where the three teens most likely went and hurried to Privet Drive.

Vernon Dursley’s voice shouted once again at them from the cupboard, “Let us out now! What kind of school do you run, Dumbledore? More like a freaky brothel, I’d say. If you can’t control them, I’ll tell the bloody authorities on you!”

“Oh, shut up!” snapped Snape as he waved his wand at the cupboard and listened while Vernon and Petunia fainted onto the floor.

“Should we alter their memories, Headmaster?” Snape asked.

“Of the Muggles, yes. Put them on the sofa and take only the memories of this evening away. When they awaken, they’ll only think they fell asleep in front of the television,” Dumbledore said.

“What of the students?” Snape asked with his haughty voice.

Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought and said, “No, I think it would be wise to let them remember this evening.”

Snape looked at Dumbledore, surprised. “How so, sir?”

“Bonds are being forged that could work to our advantage, Severus,” Dumbledore mused. “They are at an age in which it is natural for them to rebel against authority. For young men in particular, there can be a rift between father and son. Young Mr. Malfoy here has been experiencing such a rift with his own father.”

“How do you know this?” Snape asked.

Dumbledore glanced at Snape and said, “Ah, Severus, I make it my business to know.” He looked at the mound under the cloak. “Think how advantageous it could be to have someone as influential as Draco Malfoy on our side. The students in Slytherin look up to him as a leader. And at this dark time, I fear that Hogwarts will no longer be completely safe from the increasing boldness of the Death Eaters and their influence on their children. You’ll need to be extra vigilant over events happening in Slytherin house at this time, Severus.”

Snape nodded his head. “Yes, several students have been behaving strangely lately. This union,” Snape waved a hand at the three lovers, “does shock me, however. I could not think of two people less likely to form a relationship than Potter and Malfoy. They have deeply hated one another from the first day.”

“Hate is just another form of passion, Severus,” said Dumbledore. “And when someone can arouse a passionate feeling in you, whether hate, lust or love, then that same person can have tremendous influence over you. Mr. Malfoy is standing at a crossroad in his life. It is a time in which he is wavering between being his own man or being who his father wants him to be. This may be the window of opportunity to turn him away from Lucius’ grasp.”

Dumbledore lifted his wand and chanted an incantation, lifting the limp, naked bodies into the air. Their discarded clothing lifted as well and began to move to their owners, slipping back onto their proper places. Snape avoided looking at them as he made his way to the cupboard and took care of moving the Dursleys onto the sofa and altering their memories.

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A/N: he he he I just had to get back at those Dursleys for the horrid way they treated Harry all his life. I suppose I could have been crueler, but somehow, when I was writing this, it just didn’t fit in with the type of person Harry really is.

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