Terrorism Repaid

Draco was trying to ignore the two well built Slyths who were shovelling their food into their masticating maws.

“Why aren’t we to annoy the Gryffindors, Draco?” Crabbe asked, inadvertently spitting out some of the contents of his mouth

“Because Lord Voldemort has told us not to. Vince; please don’t talk with your mouth full like that, it’s nauseating.”

“But it makes us seem weak-kneed in front of all the other students,” whined Gregory, dribbling pumpkin juice onto his clothes.

“I think I’d rather be sworn at by a few Gryffs, than have my balls burnt off by his nibs for disobeying him,” put in Blaise, trying not to shudder at the mess.

“Think about it for a minute, thick-heads. Maybe he’s luring them into a false sense of security, so they’ll let down their guard and then we can pounce.” Draco’s mimed action and wiliness caught the two complaining bruisers’ imaginations so, instead of being riled about Draco calling them ‘thickheads’, the pair started planning what they would do when the time was ripe.

Draco gave Blaise a thank-you smile and then grimaced briefly at some of the thugs’ bloody plans for his lover.

Thankfully lunch came to an end before Draco puked at his confederates’ lack of table-manners.

Among the usual calls after Sunday lunch were:

“Mr Potter and Mr Weasley; please attend me in my study,” from McGonagall.

“Misses Weasley and Greengrass Junior; do not forget that you have an OWLS Tutorial with me,” Severus barked.

“Miss Granger and Miss Parkinson, we need to complete our investigation this afternoon,” suggested Nurse Pomfrey.

“Ah yes. Messrs Zabini, Finch-Fletchley and Malfoy, I wish to review your timetables with you. Please report to my study in a quarter of an hour.” The Headmaster twinkled over his spectacles.

“Messrs Goyle and Crabbe we need to review your fitness training. I will see you in your gymn kit and running shoes in the practice ground at two o’clock promptly.” Madam Hooch looked at them sternly: “Every minute you are late will mean and extra circuit of the Quidditch pitch at the double.” That brought groans from the two brutish Slyths and chuckles from the many less sympathetic students.

Harry felt Draco’s mirth at the way the teachers had given the team-members an alibi and kept the troublemakers at bay.

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“Ah yes, Come in boys; or should I say Frateris Magicae now?” McGonagall eyed them piercingly over the top of her glasses.

“Thank you Professor. Ron was inducted on to our team this morning.”

“That thunderstorm at the end was fantastic, Professor.”

“And not the rest of it, Mr Weasley?”

“Erm … It was my first experience that way, Professor … Erm … Yes, the rest was very pleasurable as well.” Ronald was blushing and looking at his shoes.

Draco knocked from inside a cupboard door and was bidden to enter; Justin and Blaise were with him.

“No need to be ashamed, Ronald, or any of you. Our sexuality is a gift to be shared and enjoyed. Now, why you are really here, is for me to ask if I might become one of your witnesses this afternoon. Our Nonet feels that a female should be there if females are being inducted. However, if you feel I would be intruding …”

“… Professor we would be delighted if you did,” Draco replied; having felt Harry’s eagerness through the bond, plus the vague approval from the others.

“Thank you; I understand that you are pursuing the path of nine as well. Tell me, how did your encounter with Ginevra and Astoria go? I admired your forbearance Harry and Draco.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Draco felt appalled that their antics had been seen, however he hid it under a suave exterior. “May I ask how you know?”

“Crystal Ball, Draco; I am our Nonet’s Scry. Once you are all joined together, each node has a specific set of tasks to perform on behalf of the group. You will all decide whom takes on which role. It usually commences via identification of talents. For instance, Albus is our Defender, just as Harry is likely to be yours because of his DADA talents. I suspect that Draco and Sev will be equivalents, in other words the Chemist. However, if your Nonet so decides, the roles can be reversed or allocated to other nodes. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes thank you, Professor. We take it that nodes are the titles for the nine members, yes? Are there just nine roles to be fulfilled?”

“Usually more than nine, Justin; some are permanent and some dependant on circumstances. For instance, Albus wanted to be your Nonet teacher, but we persuaded him that I was more qualified. No; that’s not quite truthful,” McGonagall pursed her lips: “We voted and then had a row about it. At seven to two it was almost mandatory. Albus may appear to be our leader outside, but he’s subject to democracy within our Nonet. Within the Nonet Spell there is a compulsion element, eight to one cannot be defied, seven to two normally carries, six to three leads to compromises, four to five ends up in endless discussion until a more satisfactory solution is found. However, I must say that most of our decisions are from a common mind on the subject … Oh Yes … I believe you’ve adopted us as Noneparents. Therefore, meet your Aunt Minnie.” Minerva chuckled as she finished.

Harry smiled: “I seem to be acquiring a new family, Auntie. Much better than the one at Privet Drive … Um … Why do I have to return there each summer, I’m miserable there.”

“The love charm your mother made, Harry, it passed to her next of kin’s domicile on her death. It’s one of the strongest protectors any young man can have. Your Nonet will replace it, and be stronger, once all of you are all conjoined, until that time that benediction will support all of you. In a strange way the Malfoy charm on Draco will also help, although you’ll be acting against its enactor’s wishes. You see, once made, it cannot be revoked.”

“So it’ll protect me from my father?”

“No charm is totally waterproof, Draco: in the same way that no Curse or Hex is. It’s all about combined strength. Young Tom got that right, but because he wants to rule autocratically he never allows the full bond, so his schemes will always be weaker, if not so immediately apparent. You’ll need a good Obfuscator in your group to find the weaknesses in his designs. Some Nonets call that node the Deceiver, a role that your Uncle Severus plays extremely well.”

“Does that mean …”

Minerva held up her hand and closed her eyes in concentration and then she smiled: “Harry and Draco, it looks as though you’ll be worn out by the end of today. Justin, Uncle Sev would like you to go to his study, it seems that your Nonet is to be completed. Aunt Poppy says that Hermione and Pansy await our presences in your Salon. We’ll go via Sev’s rooms if you don’t mind.”

Aunt Minnie went to another cupboard door and they followed her. She showed them where to stand and press the cork of the carved wooden potions bottle. When she demonstrated she sank through the floor. Justin was first in line and did the same; when it became Harry’s turn the sensation was similar to changing beds; that of sliding along a long tube much cleaner and brighter than the one that led to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets.

Once they had arrived, Justin was deputed to take Ginny and Astoria in hand in Uncle Sev’s study. The others used the Potions cupboard to gain access to the Salon where, on the bed, two voluptuous young ladies awaited the attentions of the two brothers-in-magic.

Harry looked worried as he started to undress, he paused half way: “Ron and Blaise are you sure you want to be witnesses, after all, we are going to have sex with your girls.”

“I’m not exactly delirious about it Harry, but it’s not as if you both are sneaking away into a corner somewhere and deceiving me,” said Blaise, smiling blandly: “At least it’s all in the open. Anyway, we’ll all have to get used to it once we’re a Nonet. Remember what Uncle Sev hinted at, well I looked it up, it seems you two, as leaders, have to continually service us, so we can’t let jealousy creep in now or later, can we?”

“That’s right Blaise, to the outside world a Nonet presents one face, one that it is politically motivated,” confirmed Minerva: “On the inside, however, there are no secrets, not only are our bodies linked, but our minds and magics also. Hence what I was saying earlier, each node has a function for the whole. Hands cannot walk, ears cannot eat, etc.”

“So our magic is a pool that we can all draw upon, Auntie?”

“Yes, Pansy. The pool is multiplied by the number of participants, not added to as one would expect. You will all be like Harry and Draco, who are starting to live in each other’s minds already.”

“We felt Ron’s, Blaise’s and Justin’s inputs when you asked to be a witness,” Harry replied, whilst Draco and Hermione were doing Arithmancy.

Both Arithmancers were awed. “Hmm … 362,880 times larger … Whew!” Draco whispered.

“It’s nowhere near that much, Draco. Much depends on individual strengths. The weakest of you will gain much more, the strongest will feel the difference but not half as much as you expect. You would have to do a very thorough Arithmancy test on all of you and then calculate. Even then and it will depend on the kind of magic used. For instance: the three unforgivables use massive amounts of magical reserve; of which the killing curse is the most draining. There are many more complications about which I can tell you. However, now is not the time and place. The girls are ready, Boys; why are you still partly dressed?”

Draco and Harry bashfully disrobed facing away from Aunt Minnie. So she walked round to inspect them.

“My, my, what magnificent specimens; I cannot wait to see them hard at work.” Auntie carried a mischievous smile so unlike her normal pursed-lips expression. “Come on – get on with it!”

Draco and Harry had hidden their simulacra in their hands, just in case they were unable to perform. In unison they stroked them, ensuring that they stayed hard under Minerva’s interested inspection. The boys climbed on the bed where the two girls lay side by side and then hesitated.

“For Merlin’s sake, Harry, get it in,” demanded Pansy: “It’s not going to bite you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, you know.”

“Well we won’t find out if you can unless you do as Pansy asks,” said a slightly petulant Hermione.

“Very well then!” Draco eased his glans inside Hermione, with Harry following suit inside Pansy.

“OH-H-H-H YES-S-S-S,” four voices shouted out simultaneously and a vigorous rhythm commenced. Both girls clutched their partners’ bums, revelling in the feel of the undulating muscles as well as the induced glorious internal glow. The boys found the experience slightly different and almost as enjoyable. Draco especially was surprised at this, only too clearly remembering Dirtitrix’s gruesome seduction of him. Almost too soon were the first sealing words being pronounced by all four parties. The girls kissed their partners thoroughly and then transferred positions, looking hopeful.

“Please may we have a little rest first,” pleaded Draco.

“Did my Ron wear you out this morning then?” asked Hermione archly.

Draco looked at Blaise questioningly and winked: “What is it about females and sex? Those who act the most demure turn into voracious voluptuaries.”

Hermione and Pansy stood up and started walloping Draco with their pillows. Harry found a spare one and tried to defend his partner. Eventually one pillow burst and the giggling participants sat amid a snowstorm of feathers. Minerva cast a couple of quick charms, the first one confined the feathers to the bed space, the other one caused the feathers to rise and make a continuous mini whirlwind. To the outsiders it looked like a gigantic snow-globe. Their laughter was augmented by three newcomers: Justin, Ginny and Astoria.

Pop: Winky appeared with a large tea tray, full of goodies. After putting it down safely she scowled at Draco and Harry, clicked her fingers and made the whirlwind funnel the feathers back into the torn pillowcase which promptly sewed itself up. “Winky is going to get three more servings Masters. There is a sustaining potion for both of you. Drink it before she comes back.” The pop she departed with emphasised her displeasure and sent the students off into further gales of laughter. These were further stoked by Harry’s and Draco’s grimaces of disgust as they drank their potions.

During the light hearted tea break Minerva received another mental message. “It seems that some of the second years are causing a rumpus, Harry. If you’ll excuse me, I must go and sort them out. Aunt Poppy would like to take my place as an observer, if you’ll allow it.”

“Yes Auntie, we’re quite happy with that arrangement.”

“Thank you. I shall see you all later, as will all our Nonet, at your combination ceremony.” Minerva went out quickly via the cupboard and all the girls decided to have a shower.

“Draco and Harry, we’ve got a problem.”

“Tell us Blaise.”

“Well, were not as big as you two, you know, down there. We’d hate to disappoint our girlfriends afterwards.” Blaise blushed bright red and looked at his feet.

“No probs, Blaise. I wasn’t this big until all you Slyths had me. Draco used non-ej on me and later I did on him. I’m sure we could help if the girls feel it necessary.”

“Why if necessary?”

Unbeknown to the guys Poppy had entered and had overheard what was being said.

“If I might help, boys; Filius and Sev are at different ends of the size scale both in stature and penis size. As far as us females are concerned it’s the technique that matters, each of our lovers brings a different thrill, and we to them. It would be very boring if we were all facsimiles of each other. Harry and Draco, don’t use that charm on yourselves again please. You are just on the comfortable side of gross. As for the rest of you, from what I’ve seen from my medical examinations, none of you should feel ashamed or inadequate.”

The girls had come out of the showers and overheard the gist.

“Blaise, don’t you dare alter your prick, I love it just the way it is.”

“That goes for you too Ronald Weasley.” Hermione looked slightly cross: “I have no complaints – think how long we’ll be fucking, as a group. I have no desire to loose my variety of input, thank you very much.”

Ginny and Astoria looked shocked. “Hey Guys, we were aware that we’d have to have sex with you. Does that include the girls?” asked Astoria.

“Yes!” replied Harry, going round to side-hug them: “Draco and I were worried about it, but the experience is great. I can’t wait for the second session; and then there’re you two as well.”

“You mean we have to be fucked by both of them as well?”

“Yes Ginny, didn’t Sev explain that to you?” asked Poppy.

“Yes Auntie Poppy, he did, but Ginny was too busy daydreaming about Harry’s appurtenance.”

“I was not!”

“Yes you were!”

Ginny drew herself up in a huff, but Harry hugged her: “So do you want to withdraw?”

“No way … A naked Harry has filled my dreams for some years now, despite my dalliance with Dean.” Ginny inspected the Naked Draco, closely: “His is as good as yours so I won’t grumble. In fact two for the price of one fits in with Weasley careful economics.” Ginny giggled and gave Draco a kiss on the lips.

“If you will then so shall I.” Astoria brightened up, grabbing Harry in a hug, applying her lips to his and her hands lower down.

Draco and Harry felt something click in their magic and they knew instinctively that the outstanding problems were now resolved.

“Right Herms and Pans, ready for the next session?”

“Don’t tell me you want to be pelted with pillows again, Draco.” Hermione giggled and picked up a bolster.

“I’d rather you tickled my fancy, thank you.”

“As my Lord commands,” Pansy said, giggling and grabbing Draco’s extension. She found her quill and applied the feather’s side on the lip of his mushroom.

“Hhhaa!” Draco convulsed, shoving his hips forward.

“Seems to work well, Herms,” Pansy remarked, re applying the feather and making Draco buck.

Hermione pursed her lips with Harry’s tool in her fist. Harry thought she was in a disapproving mood and would make a tart remark. However she blew a thin stream of air onto his tip.

“Oo-oo-ooh Ohhhhh!” Harry’s muscles spasmed.

“Mmm … Yes … So does this. Do you think five minutes will get them in the right mood?”

It did not take five minutes to have both boys trembling and flat on their backs on the mattress. Stakes in hand the girls mounted, inserted and began to bounce. Harry’s prick was bent backwards slightly and his overexcited mushroom was constantly caressed by Hermione’s g-spot and, in return, his stem rubbed her clitoris; giving both of them an increased feeling of lubriciousness. Harry’s libidinous feelings were enhanced by the same emanations from Draco and, of course, vice-versa. By pausing occasionally the four of them kept their bodies at fever pitch, without going past the point of no return. Orgasm eventually became too hard to resist with the quartet screaming their fruition and the girls collapsing on top of their partners. After the golden thunderstorm they lay hugging for ten minutes before enough energy allowed them to part from each other.

“Merlin’s beard, Pansy that was super-ace!” Draco was still sweating profusely.

“Thank you, Draco; I enjoyed it immensely also. Aunt Poppy lent us a book yesterday so we mugged up on interesting positions. There’s a bookshop in Knockturn Alley where we could buy our own copy, the Phoenixes would like theirs back next week.”

“I think I know that shop, Pansy. It isn’t a real bookshop … Hmm … Whippet and Holder sells all kinds of kinky gear as well. It’ll be costly, you know.”

“Well, well … Not so innocent after all … Ma … Draco?”

“You forget my death-eater attachments, Tor. Father has an account there. Knowing of Voldie’s commission for me, I dare say I could charge it.”

“If not, the Potter pot-of-gold will stand it.”

“Or the F.F. fortune,” added Justin: “Although we’d have to pretend it was a textbook.”

They all laughed and the sexy four went off to have a joint shower.

Once they had reassembled it was time for dinner, so the Slyths and Gryffs used the bed to return outside; Poppy and Justin used the cupboard.