What a Witch Needs

Hello everyone! Thank you so very much for your encouraging reviews. It makes writing a pleasure to know that you are enjoying it as well. Here we go again:

:)

Revised 5-27-08

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the characters or places used in this fiction.

A Thousand Tongues

Ron had run back to the Gryffindor common room after discovering his two best friends were now in a relationship with Draco Malfoy. He felt deceived and filled with loathing. How they could do this to him, he could not comprehend.

He heard Harry running behind him, calling his name, but he didn’t want to hear anymore. He couldn’t stand thinking about the deception and facing what it meant. As soon as he reached the Fat Lady portrait, he blurted out the password while Harry came to a halt behind him.

“Ron, please listen to me!” Harry panted, out of breath from chasing Ron. “I need to explain everything.”

“Just stay away from me!” Ron snapped. Ron practically leapt through the hole when the portrait swung open.

Harry followed, pleading. “Ron!”

Ron hurried straight to a group of their classmates and stood with them, looking at Harry defiantly. Harry stood in place, glancing around. Everyone had noticed Ron was in a temper, and now they could tell it was directed at Harry. People looked from Ron to Harry, and wondered what had happened and what would happen next.

Ron dared Harry with his eyes. He knew that Harry would not want to pursue conversation in front of others. It was best way he knew to get Harry to leave.

Harry swallowed, nervously. “Ron, can I speak to you upstairs please?”

Ron viciously grinned at him, replying, “I don’t think so, Harry. Why don’t you just speak here?”

“Ron…” Harry warned, looking around at the curious faces of the other Gryffindors.

“Don’t want everyone knowing, do you?” Ron taunted, angrily. “Why don’t you tell everyone what a backstabber you are?”

Lavender and Parvati, who had been sitting by the fire, now looked at each other in understanding. “He knows,” Lavender said quietly to her friend. Parvati nodded her head in agreement and looked at Harry sympathetically.

“We have to help,” Parvati stated standing and walking to Harry’s side. Lavender rose and went to Ron’s side.

“Come on, you two, let’s go over here and discuss this rationally,” said Parvati, pulling Harry to the side of the room as Lavender likewise guided Ron.

Harry looked at the girls, irritated. “Thanks, but I think I can speak to Ron on my own.”

“I don’t think so, traitor,” Ron snapped. “I think you should let everyone know what you’re up to, Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world.”

Lavender sighed. “Ron, I know you’re upset, but just because you and Hermione didn’t work out, doesn’t mean that she can never be interested in anyone else ever again.”

Ron glared at her, angrily, “You don’t know all of it!”

Harry gazed at Ron, pleadingly. He never thought Ron would purposely tell everyone in order to hurt him. But he was beginning to realize that this was a possibility. He had hurt Ron terribly.

Harry turned his face down and looked at the ground, waiting for the damning words from Ron’s mouth.

But they never came.

Harry heard Ron make a frustrating growl and push past him, knocking painfully into his arm. He lifted his head, watching Ron’s retreating back storming up the staircase to the dorm.

The two girls gathered around Harry in sympathy. “He’ll be all right, Harry. Just give him some time to get use to it,” Parvati explained. “Aren’t you a bit glad that you and Hermione won’t have to hide anymore?”

Harry looked at her, confused. He didn’t feel like discussing his personal life with these two. It seemed they knew too much already. He turned and left to follow Ron.

When Harry entered the room, Ron was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows propped on his knees and his face hidden by his hands. Harry glanced at the other beds. Seamus was already asleep, and the other two were not up from the common room yet. Harry walked to the edge of his own bed, sitting down and facing Ron.

“Thanks for not saying anything to the others,” Harry said, quietly.

Ron raised his red face from his hands and gave Harry a murderous glance before turning his vision to the side of the room.

“I’m sorry, Ron,” Harry whispered, hoping Seamus was really asleep. He pulled out his wand and muttered, “Silencio.” Now they could have some privacy from prying ears.

Ron continued his angry silence.

“I should have told you sooner,” Harry began, “but it’s been a little confusing for me as well. It happened on Halloween night; when I went off to find Hermione, remember?”

Ron still did not speak or look at Harry, but at least Harry knew he was listening.

“I found her in the Room of Requirement with Malfoy. He was the one who had her costumed bewitched,” Harry explained.

Ron did not look at him, but only grumbled. “So you thought you’d both take advantage of her.”

“No, Ron, it wasn’t like that. I tried to get her away from Malfoy at first, but he got the upper hand.”

Ron snorted, disbelievingly. “You, a Dark Lord, couldn’t win against Malfoy? Save your bull shite for someone else, Harry.”

“I couldn’t let him see what I was capable of – not back then. And there was Hermione. She wanted to be there, Ron. The spell was removed and, well, she wanted to continue anyway. She asked me to stay and I said yes.”

Ron swung his face, looking disbelievingly at Harry, hurt. “You know, I get that you and Hermione could want each other. I really do get that. But why Malfoy? Why would she agree to stay with him and why did you? It makes no sense. You both hated him. Of all people, why him?”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t know. It was just something that happened. It was the situation, I guess. Everything was so… intense… exciting and I felt like I couldn’t stop myself, even if I wanted to.”

“And now?” Ron said, snappishly.

Harry looked at him, cautious. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you still seeing him, if it was ‘something that just happened’? This doesn’t seem like a one-off, Harry.”

Harry shook his head and put his face into his hands as he mumbled, “I can’t stop.” It seemed to Harry this was the first time he had ever thought about this question, since the whole crazy relationship started. “We can’t stop,” he clarified. “It’s something I just need, Ron, and the need is so strong and intense that I can’t deny it.”

Ron looked Harry over, thinking. “He’s going to betray you, Harry. He already followed you to the D.A. meeting tonight. He’s spying on you and on all of us. He’s looking for any information he could run to his father with. You have to see this!”

Harry shook his head. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” He looked up, noticing the doubt on Ron’s face. “I can’t exactly explain how I know this, but I sense it. I don’t think he’s entirely happy with his father right now.”

Ron shook his head. “You’re putting everything in jeopardy - the D.A., the Order … Malfoy is acting like a little whore, pumping you two for information.”

“Dumbledore already knows,” Harry blurted, before Ron could continue his accusations.

Ron paused, surprised. “He does? What does he say about it?”

“Nothing,” Harry shrugged. “He doesn’t seem to care.”

Ron lowered his gaze to the floor, silent, as he thought about this.

“Ron, my friendship with you, that hasn’t changed,” Harry explained. “You’re still my best friend - no matter what.” This was crux of the matter; this is what Harry wanted most to get across to Ron.

Ron looked at Harry, hurt and anger still visible on his face. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, standing and shutting the draperies around his bed, shutting out Harry.

Harry stared at the closed draperies of Ron’s bed for a few more moments, and then fell back on his own pillow to think. He had said what he had wanted to say, and now, he had to step back and let Ron come to terms with it.

OOOOOO

The next morning, Draco made some observations of the Gryffindor table at breakfast. Ron had sat apart from Harry and Hermione, and was obviously trying very hard to ignore them. He sat with Dean and Seamus, keeping his back to his old friends.

Harry and Hermione, on the other hand, sat together, but seemed very subdued. Draco figured, that even with Ron now knowing about their relationship, they weren’t ready to rub it in by showing any outward displays of affection. Draco couldn’t help but wonder if Weasley would tell the other Gryffindors about the unconventional relationship. So far, however, no one was turning their heads to look at him, and he correctly assumed that Ron was keeping quiet about it.

“So, what do you think?” Goyle interrupted, breaking Malfoy’s concentration on the Gryffindor table.

“Of what?” Malfoy said, irritated. He hadn’t realized he was being spoken to.

“Of my plan?” Goyle replied, exasperated.

“What plan?” Malfoy grumped, biting into a piece of buttered toast. He hated being interrupted when he was pondering his own problems.

“I just told you of a plan I have. Haven’t you heard anything I said?” Goyle replied, miffed.

Malfoy frowned at him. “Sorry, no, I’ve been distracted. What is it?”

Goyle sighed in frustration at having to repeat himself. “I’ve come up with a way to get rid of a whole lot of Gryffindors at once.”

“Why don’t you say that louder, moron?” Malfoy snapped, looking about to make sure no one was listening.

Goyle leaned toward Malfoy and spoke in a low voice. “You know my family’s house elf, Gee Gee?” Draco gave him a nod and Goyle continued. “She’s going to pretend that we have set her free and get a job in the Hogwart’s kitchens. Then she’ll put one of my mum’s tasteless poisons in the pumpkin juice marked for Gryffindor table.”

“And when they find the elf and realize who she used to work for?” Draco asked, unimpressed.

Goyle shook his head. “They won’t. This is the first time she will be leaving our family house. No one has ever seen her before and no one knows where she’ll be from.”

“I don’t like it,” Draco shook his head. “Too risky. It will look too suspicious.” Goyle’s face fell, disappointed.

It was not the first scheme that Draco had been approached with in the last few days. Each time, he had found some reason why the plans were not good enough. He worried, however, that as more time passed, the others would begin to wonder why Draco had been negating all their ideas. They knew they had to have all plans approved by him before they could be carried out.

They did not know that Draco had no intention of letting them succeed in killing off the Gryffindors and other members of the D.A. A part of him felt like a traitor, and he knew his father would be severe with him should he find out. But the other part of him knew he was becoming more and more attached to Harry and Hermione. He couldn’t let them be harmed.

There was also Harry’s revelation to him. He had told Harry that he would support him over Voldemort. Draco had never met Voldemort. His father had not allowed him to go with him when the Dark Mark called. Lately, Draco had been thinking about the way things were during the sixteen years of peace they had lived through between the wizard wars. He hadn’t been alive during the last war, but he had heard all the stories - about how things had been, and it didn’t sound like the type of world he wanted to live in at all.

Draco was content with being comfortable and wealthy. Beyond having exciting lovers to share it with, what else did one need? He enjoyed knowing that there were decent places to shop and dine. He didn’t want the whole wizarding community to turn into one big Nocturne Alley, as it had been when Voldemort reigned. Somehow, Draco felt a Dark Lord like Harry would not drive people into poverty and chaos for his own greed and pleasure.

“Draco, where have you been lately?” purred a silky voice in his ear.

Draco felt a hand running up his back and coming to rest on his shoulder. He turned to see Pansy, smiling seductively at him.

“Busy,” he replied.

She gave Goyle a sharp look and he scooted over to make room for her to sit next to Draco. She practically sat on his lap as she swung one leg over his thigh and crooned in his ear. “It isn’t like you to go this long without a good shagging. I can meet you tonight.”

“Who says I haven’t had a good shagging?” Draco answered smugly, returning blithely to his meal.

Pansy’s face fell. “Who? Who is it this time?”

“None of your business,” he simply stated.

She lifted her leg off his and pouted. “I’m tired of this, Draco! You go off and do whatever you want, and then you expect me to be ready to fuck you whenever things don’t work out with someone else. I’m your backup fuck!”

“Yes, that’s true,” he confirmed, “it has been that way. But it’s entirely your fault, Pansy. You allow it.”

“Oh! That’s a terrible thing to say! Perhaps I’ll never let you touch me again,” she snapped.

Draco chuckled at her indignation. “You said it first. Beside, I’ve never made you any promises, have I? You’re free to shag anyone you want and so am I. I’ve heard that you haven’t exactly kept your legs closed.”

“What do you expect? I have needs too,” Pansy defended. “If you’re neglecting me, then I don’t wait around.”

“Good for you then,” Draco replied. “It shouldn’t be hard for you to find a replacement for me.”

Pansy stood, giving him one last murderous glare, before storming out of the Great Hall. Draco looked at the Gryffindor table, noticing Harry and Hermione watching his exchange with Pansy. He was pleased when they smiled at him for snubbing her. Draco returned their pleasure with a wink.

OOOOO

During potions, Snape had informed Harry, Hermione and Draco to arrive for detention at 8:00 p.m. that evening, which caused some curious stares from everyone else who overheard. After class, Snape pulled Harry aside and told him to come at 6:00 p.m. to his office in order to get to the scheduled Order meeting on time.

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied, despondently. He was not looking forward to standing before everyone and announcing that he was a Dark Lord. Dumbledore had only informed him of this part of the prophecy a month ago, and he was still trying to come to grips with it himself. He hoped that Dumbledore had now told him the complete prophecy, as he did not want any more surprises. How much worse could it all get? So far, he had told only Ron, Hermione, and now Draco, the whole of it. He wondered what everyone else would think when it all came out someday. Would he lose their friendship, their respect?

He returned to the dungeons that evening as required, heading straight for Snape’s office. Snape was already waiting for him, making an impatient cluck as he said, “Come on, Potter, into the fireplace. You know the address.”

OOOOOO
Harry was surprised that Dumbledore had not told the Order of the Phoenix everything about the prophecy before now. But Dumbledore had said that he didn’t feel right about telling everyone before Harry knew. Times were growing desperate, however, and the moment had come to reveal all so that the others could prepare.

Luckily, Harry did not have to stand before a room full of wizards and witches and announce who he really was. Dumbledore did it all for him. He only had to sit and listen quietly; wondering what was going through all their minds. As his secret was revealed, surprised gasps and sniffling (from Mrs. Weasley) was heard, but Harry kept his gaze on Dumbledore and felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment when all eyes turned to him. Finally, when Dumbledore finished speaking, everyone fell silent in thought for a stretch of time.

“This certainly makes more sense now,” began Remus Lupin. “It never seemed right to me before - that Voldemort would spend so much time and effort trying to kill a little baby and then a boy. What gain would that have been for him? It was really Harry he wanted to destroy all along, and not Lily and James. They just got in the way.”

“This is terrible,” wailed Molly Weasley, “just awful. How can we even think of sending Harry to kill that beast?”

“Now, now, Molly,” consoled Dumbledore, “no one is just going to send him off on his own like that. But he is the only one who can finally destroy Voldemort. He won’t be without help now, will he?”

“No, he most definitely won’t be,” stated Tonks. “We’ll be right there with you, Harry.”

Harry glanced at her, giving her a small smile.

“But, you’re asking him to become an assassin!” Mrs. Weasley cried. She looked at Harry with pity. “You poor dear. We can’t do this to you. There has to be another way.” She looked about the room. “He’s just a boy!”

Dumbledore sadly shook his head. “I wish that were true, Molly. I really wish we could leave Harry out of this, and let him have the normal life he so desperately craves. Harry should be the only Dark Lord right now, but that didn’t happen. Now that has to be rectified. You cannot have two Dark Lords. It would throw our world into chaos and the war would never end between these two, until one of them was dead, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake. I think, we are all in agreement, that we would much rather have Harry as the Dark Lord. He is becoming a man and his powers will get stronger. We cannot be idle much longer.”

“Why does Harry have to claim that title?” said Arthur Weasley. “After Voldemort’s gone, couldn’t he renounce it and live his life the way he chooses? Harry is not a Dark wizard!”

“It does not work that way, Weasley,” droned Snape. “The Dark Forces need a focus. They have always been in custody of a Dark Lord. Potter cannot refuse them. He can only decide how he will use them. If Potter dies, then another shall inherit.”

“And we cannot chance that the next Dark Lord would be as moral as Harry,” Dumbledore added.

“Most unfair, most unfair,” Arthur shook his head, sadly.

“Fairness has nothing to do with it, Arthur,” piped in Mad Eye. “It is what it is. Dumbledore is right. Harry is a fine young man, and I personally think he’ll be able to use the Dark power to help our world. There are some positive changes in this world that can only be achieved through Dark magic, despite the bad reputation it has. Ask any auror who’s had to bend the rules.”

“Harry, would you like to say anything?” Dumbledore now asked. Harry had been silent this whole time, listening to everyone’s reactions.

Harry looked at the distraught Mrs. Weasley. “I don’t have much choice in the matter. I’m not sure what to do.”

“We’ll help you with that, Harry,” replied Dumbledore. “Nothing has to be done by you immediately. When conditions are ripe, we’ll make our move. In the meantime, you should continue the excellent training of your allies and the fostering of new ones.” Dumbledore paused, pointedly, and Harry knew he was referring to Draco Malfoy.

“Harry, does Ron know you’re a Dark Lord?” Mr. Weasley asked, concerned.

“Yes, and two others,” replied Harry.

Arthur Weasley bit his lip and addressed Dumbledore. “The members of the D.A. should know, shouldn’t they? They need to know, that if they choose to support Harry, they are choosing to support a Dark Lord.”

Harry heart fell at Mr. Weasley’s words. It sounded as though he thought Harry to be a bad influence - now that he knew what he was. This was exactly what Harry feared.

“Arthur, we are all supporting Harry,” said Remus Lupin, sensing Harry’s disappointment. “That does not mean he will expect us to be his underlings and call him Master.”

“No!” exclaimed Harry, shocked. “I would never want that!”

“Of course you wouldn’t, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “And that is why we will do everything we can to ensure you are the one to control the Dark power. You have something Voldemort never had: a conscience.”

OOOOOO

When Harry returned with Professor Snape via the floo network, he found Hermione and Draco already waiting in front of the classroom for him. Draco looked surprised to see Harry coming out of Snape’s office, and asked, “More remedial potions, Potter?”

“Very funny,” Harry replied, looking them both over. Their mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips gave Harry a clue as to what they were doing while they waited.

Hermione quickly adjusted her robes as Snape stepped out of his office and approached the three of them. He whisked right past, barking out, “Come!” They followed him to the Potion’s Classroom. He led them through the class to another attached room, in which he used to store his numerous ingredients and equipment. On a table, in the center of the room, lay a long parchment and quill, ready for use.

“I need a detailed inventory of every ingredient in this room. You will need to weigh and measure all items and mark them on this parchment. This should keep you busy for the whole week,” he smirked, enjoying the overwhelmed looks on their faces when they saw the vast amount of ingredients lining all four walls from top to bottom. “I shall be back at eleven o’clock to see how far you’ve progressed. If I’m not satisfied with the amount of work you’ve put in, then you will have to remain working until midnight.”

Snape turned, leaving the trio alone as he hurried back to his office. Once inside, he locked the door and went to his cupboard to fetch a magical mirror. He placed the mirror on his wall. The mirror would allow him to watch the students in the inventory room as if he were looking through a window. The students would have no idea he could see through the wall.

Remembering how he found the students at the Dursleys’ home, he knew he was in for a good show. He removed his robe and trousers, sitting down in his chair which he had turned towards the mirror, thinking that this may turn out to be an interesting evening after all.

OOOOOO

Hermione placed her hands on her hips, looking up the wall to the top shelf. “Well, I suppose we can start at the top and work our way down. Harry, bring that ladder over here, please.”

She heard a click and a snap and turned around to see Draco closing and locking the door and Harry removing the parchment and quill from the table.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Draco lifted his eyebrows, teasing, “Why, we are going to fuck you, my dear.” Harry had now removed all his clothing and came to Hermione, pulling her robe off as Draco removed his own clothing.

“But… we have to do the inventory or he’ll make us stay late,” Hermione reminded. Harry was now unbuttoning her blouse and trying to capture her lips in a kiss.

“Fuck the inventory,” Draco stated, retrieving something from the pocket of his trousers before he flung them on the floor. “We’ll do it later.”

Harry had now unclasped her bra and pulled it off her arms, flinging it onto the floor. As he wrapped his hands about her waist from behind, he pulled her towards him to suck on her neck. Hermione closed her eyes, sighing when she felt his hot tongue sliding over her shoulder.

“Put her on the table, Potter,” Draco urged. Harry and Hermione glanced at Draco, noticing that he stood by the table, suppressing a smile.

“What are you up to?” Hermione asked, suspiciously.

“I have a little treat for you,” he grinned. “Lay down and I’ll show you.”

Hermione walked over to the table, curious as to what Draco had planned. She sat on it and laid herself down, topless, but still in her skirt and panties. She looked back at Draco’s face, curiously. He was on the side of the table behind her head and leaning over her with a grin. Harry was on the opposite side near her knees. Harry spread her knees apart and reached his hand under her skirt, caressing her excited clit through her wet panties as he watched Draco pull out a jar of something from behind his back.

“What is that?” Hermione asked, rotating her hips in a circle at Harry’s touch and becoming very excited.

Draco unscrewed the lid of the jar, replying, “The Cream of One Thousand Tongues.” Hermione’s eyes widened in interest as he grinned. “I’ll show you.”
Draco scooped some cream on two fingers and applied it to one of her breasts, swirling it around the complete globe.

Hermione gasped and began panting. “Oh! That feels like a thousand tongues licking my boob.” She smiled, arching her back as Draco laughed and put some on her other breast. “Yes, oh my! This is really good!”

“I knew you’d like it,” Draco laughed. He handed the jar to Harry over her squirming body. “Put some on her clit, Potter.”

Harry peeled her panties off and threw them aside with the rest of the clothing. He took the jar and stuck his fingers in it as well. He lifted her skirt and smeared it onto her pussy, massaging it through her folds and all around her inner thighs. He then took some more and lifted her knees, propping her feet on the table so she could lift her arse up while he smoothed the cream into her crack and onto her anus.

“Oh, yes!” Hermione moaned. Her head tossed side to side as she groaned and panted, thrashing on the table.

It did feel like a thousand tongues licking all her most intimate areas and Hermione’s nerves exploded with pleasure. Her pussy convulsed, squirting hot juices and she moaned loudly. The boys found their cocks stiffening with need.

Harry couldn’t wait anymore. “Fuck! You’re so sexy,” he groaned. He grabbed her legs, placing them up on his shoulders, and shoved his throbbing cock deep inside her. She continued with more convulsions and his cock was in heaven as the walls of her vagina squeezed around him.

Draco walked around the table to where Harry stood, fucking Hermione frantically, her juices making a plunging sound as he pounded into her. Draco took the cream, reaching around to apply some to Harry’s nipples and down his torso towards his cock. Then he took some more, reaching between Harry’s legs, putting some on his balls and anus.

“Merlin! That feels so good! Ahhh!” Harry panted and moaned, scrunching his face in pleasure.

Draco went back to Hermione’s head after applying some of the cream to his own balls and ass. He tugged on her, until her head was hanging backwards over the edge of the table. He took his dripping cock in his hand and tapped her on the chin with it. Hermione opened her mouth and moaned as Draco began fucking the hot cavern while he cradled the back of her head.

Hermione was in paradise! Harry was fucking her soaked pussy, while Draco fucked her mouth, and thousands of tongues were licking away at her, making her peak over and over again. The boys were groaning, their own pleasure overwhelming, as they soon climaxed and felt themselves grow hard again.

OOOOOO

Severus Snape lay back in his chair, his cum spurted all over his arms and legs and some on the floor. He was panting and replaying all the images in his mind that he had just witnessed in the mirror.

Suddenly, a house elf rolled out of the fireplace. The little creature stared at Snape, looking at the mess on him and the floor.

“Egad is here to clean… sir,” said the bewildered elf.

Snape’s tired face turned toward the elf. “Clean then. And while you’re at it, why don’t you lick the rest of this mess off of me. You know the routine.”

“Yes, sir,” replied the house elf. The elves all knew what Master Snape expected from them.

OOOOOO

(he he Sorry to all the Snape admirers but my twisted sense of humor got the best of me LOL)

Wouldn’t you like a jar of that cream? LOL I probably would never leave the house if there were such a thing. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Please send me your thoughts and comments. I love hearing from you!