Two Is Better

"How do you women deal with these things?!" Harry complained, lifting up his breasts, and squeezing them. They ached somewhat since he had recently just put on a bra that supported them well (Fred and George had picked it out along with some others). Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George and Harry were hiding out in Ron's room as Fleur, Charlie, Bill, Madame Delacour and Monsieur Delacour, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were downstairs. Ron was blushing slightly; after all, it wasn't everyday that your best friend turned into a hermaphrodite, and played with their breasts.

"It's only because our breasts aren't as large as yours. What is your bra size anyway?" Hermione said, raising a brow.

"It took us a while, but we found out he's a C20. He's such a skinny little thing," Fred spoke, nodding his head. It had taken the twins a while to decide which bras looked better on their friend, and made his breasts look larger much to their delightment.

"But he has to be careful. Hermaphrodites are extremely rare, and are worth a lot of galleons. Roughly about four times the amount a professional Quidditch player gets paid yearly. Plus the fact that Harry is a virgin doubles it." Ron's eyes widen to the size as Hagrid's rock cakes. Harry sighed heavily, stopping himself from continuing to play with his breasts.

"Great. Now everyone wants to fuck me, not kill me. First my life was on the line now it's my virginity!" Harry exclaimed. He stood up, and made his way to the shower that was connected between Ron's and the twin's room. Harry shut the door, and locked it, setting his glasses on the counter as he turned the water on for steaming hot. As he removed his clothing, the steam rose up, and covered his body from view from anyone peeking.

Harry stepped into the shower, pulling back the curtain, and sat in the tub, closing his eyes. The hot water flowed around his body, easing the muscles, and relaxed the body. He pulled his legs close up to his chest, and laid his head on his knees.

"Why can't somebody just see me as Harry, not the Boy-Who-Lived nor a hermaphrodite. Just Harry."

Miles away, hidden deep within the Greyback Manor, Tom Riddle's head shot up, hearing those words echo in his mind through the connection he shared with Harry Potter. Tom's heart winced at hearing those words, knowing all too well the full meaning of them. Fenrir looked up from the novel he was reading to his friend, and raised an eyebrow. The two had been friends since back in the old days, being Tom's only friend in Hogwarts. With Fenrir's amazing speed and strength combined with Tom's knowledge and magic, the two were unstoppable. After Tom's rebirth, the two had discovered the Fountain of Youth (hidden in Fenrir's basement for some reason) which explained how they got back their natural good looks.

"What happened to Harry?" Fenrir asked, closing the book. The room itself was dark save for the fire place that burned and blazed brightly, giving enough light to reveal the two companions. As they sat on two comfortable chairs, a table stood at their sides with a bottle and two glasses filled with firewhiskey. Tom sighed lightly before answering.

"It seems Hermione Granger has told Harry his place in this world. His value is worth a lot plus the fact he's a virgin doubles it. People will be coming after him once someone leeks out he is a hermaphrodite now." Fenrir chuckled.

"We should know how that feels. Judged on something we cannot control." Fenrir thought back for a few moments on when his housemates avoided him because his pureblood werewolf status had gotten loose.

"We need to move quickly, tomorrow as planned." Fenrir nodded his head, taking his glass into his hand, and took a sip.

"What happens if he escapes?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm not a Slytherin Prince for nothing."

"Do explain." Tom took his own glass, and took a sip before replying.

As Harry gathered his clothing up, a small piece of paper slipped out from between the articles of clothing, and landed on the floor. Curious, Harry bent down, and picked it up, looking it over. On one side it said 'If you ever need us, we're always here. Just kiss this letter and you will be in our arms'.

Tom chuckled.

"Simple. I slipped a portkey into his dress. All he has to do is kiss it, and he will be with us." Fenrir grinned.

"And that's why you are the heir of Slytherin."

"And you the heir of Gryffindor." They clang their glasses together in a silent cheer.

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