What a Witch Needs

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“Severus? What’s the latest news?” Dumbledore asked as Professor Snape walked into his office and sat down across from him.

“Almost half have gone over to Potter’s side, so far,” Snape answered with a concerned frown.

“Mr. Malfoy’s friends?”

“Yes, most of them. Many of the younger students are too frightened of their parents’ anger to support Harry. And, I believe Harry’s display last night was a little much for them. They have renamed him ‘Scary-Harry’.”

“I suppose that’s to be expected. However, it’s not the support of the younger students that will help Harry the most,” Dumbledore sighed. “The seventh years?”

“A good number of them support Potter now,” Snape replied.

“That’s good. It will stop Voldemort’s ranks from swelling when June comes,” Dumbledore contemplated.

“What of Marlston?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Granger will be visiting tomorrow afternoon. Hermione wishes to inform them about her plans before she tells anyone else. It is a delicate matter for her,” Dumbledore said. He noticed Snape’s worried frown, adding, “These events are troubling you.”

Snape took a breath. “It seems the days of my hiding behind the scenes are coming to a quick end. Change is happening faster than I’ve anticipated. How can I remain neutral when my house is dividing? Yet, I must for the sake of all students under my care.”

“I’m sorry, Severus. Neutral you must appear to be - at least for now. You will also need to be vigilant against any violence that may threaten the peace of your house. With the two sides forming, anger and suspicion will run high.”

“What of the angry parents, sir?”

“Yes, I have been thinking about that,” Dumbledore replied with a sigh. “I suppose there will be many demanding to know - if what their children are saying is true. If they confront you first, I’d like you to tell them that it is. It’s time for them to know, Severus, that there are other choices they may make. If they want more details than that, I would like you to send them to me. I don’t want you to appear too knowledgeable about it, for the sake of the children whose parents don’t believe Harry’s story. They’ll need to believe that the man caring for their children will not be a follower of Harry’s.”

“What if they want to pull their children out of school?” Snape asked.

“They can’t, Severus,” Dumbledore answered. “A law was made during the last war which stated that during times of war, underage wizards and witches cannot be kept from the safety of attending Hogwarts.”

“And the holidays?”

“Inform the students that any of them fearing to return home, may choose to stay here for the holidays. Let’s hope things are more settled when the school year ends.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Hermione lay back on her hammock, watching her two sexy boyfriends smoothing massage oil onto each other’s chests and shoulders. They were both kneeling and facing one another as their hands glided and rubbed. She could see their breaths quickening as they leaned ever closer, eyes slipping to lips. Harry’s hand soon slipped behind Draco’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Harry remembered that Hermione wanted them to kiss slowly, like the way they kissed her. He closed his eyes, pretending he was kissing her, his lips meeting Draco’s tenderly. Draco moaned and slid his oiled hands around Harry’s back, pressing his chest against Harry’s and enjoying the feel of Harry’s tongue caressing the inside of his mouth.

This really was pleasant after all, Draco decided, his heart speeding up when his cock pressed against Harry’s leg. He moved one hand down to Harry’s backside and pressed him more firmly against his own body, grinding his hips and allowing Harry’s erection to feel the same sensation on his leg. They groaned, deepening their kiss and enjoying the sensation of their two heated bodies, pressing into each other.

Draco hooked his thumbs into the back of Harry’s G-string and pulled it down and off Harry’s backside, without breaking the kiss. Then he moved a hand to Harry’s hard member, pulling the material off, letting it fall to the floor at Harry’s knees. Harry pulled away from the kiss for a moment, whispering, “Thanks.” Draco almost laughed. He knew Harry hated the blasted G-strings that Hermione had them wear.

He took Harry’s erection in one hand and brushed a thumb back and forth over the tip, spreading Harry’s precum over the head. “No problem,” Draco rasped back, bending forward toward Harry’s chest, tonguing and biting at Harry’s nipple. Harry pressed the back of Draco’s head firmly to him and closed his eyes in pleasure, loving the feel of Draco’s teeth scraping his chest and hands working his cock. Draco moved himself lower down Harry’s body, his slowness driving Harry insane with need. Harry wanted to shove his head down onto his throbbing cock, but he held himself back, knowing that Hermione would find that too ‘rough’.

Draco seemed to know Harry’s predicament as he raised his eyes up to Harry’s face, smiling a teasing grin. “Please,” he heard Harry whisper, urgently. He took Harry’s cock slowly into his mouth, but used his tongue furiously on him. They both knew Hermione wouldn’t be able to see what was happening inside Draco’s mouth. Draco chuckled a bit as Harry hissed with pleasure, stroking the back of his head in encouragement.

Harry glanced at Hermione and groaned louder at the sight that met his eyes. She had her eyes half closed and one hand toyed with a nipple while the other hand was fingering her pussy under her skirt. She was making breathy little noises and gasps. When Draco glanced at her, he noticed she had closed her eyes and was lifting her face up toward the ceiling, bringing herself to orgasm. He took the opportunity to pick up the pace of his sucking, working Harry at a speed that he knew he liked.

Harry didn’t need much more stimulation, however. The sight of Hermione getting off made him even more excited, and as she was coming down from her peak, Harry released his hot fluids into Draco’s mouth, groaning loudly.

When Draco stood up, they both watched as Hermione brought her juices up to her mouth, sucking her fingers. She still had her eyes shut, savoring herself. When she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed them watching her with grins on their faces. “Like the taste, love?” Draco asked.

She ran her tongue over her lips and nodded.

“Would you like to try being with another girl?” Draco tested. Harry looked at him in surprise.

Hermione was surprised as well. She stared at him a few moments to see if he was jesting. “I thought you said I could only be with you and Harry, no one else.”

Draco sauntered to her hammock. “I did. But I was mainly referring to other cocks.” He leaned in toward her face and kissed her. “I wouldn’t object to you experimenting with another girl if you wish. After all, Harry and I get both. It would only be fair if you wanted to try it. Don’t you agree, Harry?”

Harry wasn’t sure what Draco meant. “I really think four people would be a bit much - and not as intimate anymore.”

“Not for us, Harry,” Draco rolled his eyes. “For her. I’m not talking about bringing someone into our relationship, just letting Hermione have a few hours of fun.”

“What if she likes it too much?” Harry asked, insecure.

Hermione waved her hand and said, “Hello, I’m right here. Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Of course, love,” Draco replied. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s not something I want to think about in the middle of my fantasy with you two,” she said. She slid herself sideways so that she was now lying across the hammock on her stomach, her legs hanging off the side. “Now, please step forward, sir. I wish to take you into my mouth.”

Draco smiled. “Whatever you say - it’s your fantasy. And I think it’s mine too.” He stood with his cock in her face and she clasped it in one hand, encasing it in her wet, warm mouth. Her other hand reached between his legs and fondled his balls, making Draco groan and clench his buttocks together as she used the hammock to gently swing her mouth back and forth over his length.

Harry watched for a few moments and grinned when he noticed her pretty little arse sticking up in the air on the other side of the hammock. He rose and walked around, stopping behind her.

Hermione moaned when she felt Harry slowly run his hand down her rear, over her skirt. His hand reached under the fabric, between her legs, feeling her slick heat. But, then, Harry felt something else as well. Or, perhaps didn’t feel something. He reached further over her mons, pleasantly surprised to find that she had shaved herself bare! “Mmmm, very nice, Hermione,” he complemented, smoothing her wetness over her clit with his fingers. He heard her giggle at his discovery.

“Surprise,” she said, removing her mouth from Draco for a moment. Draco looked at Harry in question and Hermione told him, “I went bare.”

“That’s beautiful, love, I’ll have to check it out in a while,” he breathed. “But could you continue what you were doing? It feels so fucking good.”

Hermione smiled, lowering her mouth onto him again, loving that she could please him so much. She wiggled her rear as Harry continued fingering her, his own cock becoming hard once more. Soon he replaced his fingers with his hard rod, sliding it into her deeply, making her moan and hum on Draco’s cock in her mouth. Harry grasped onto her hips and began to swing the hammock for her, letting her advance and retreat between her lovers. The sounds of the jungle intensified around them as the tropical birds twitted and called and the sound of unseen animals met their own loud groans of pleasure.
In turn, they all trembled with orgasmic delight and recovered with kisses and caresses. Then Harry asked, “Whose turn is it to swing on the hammock next?”

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Every member of the D.A. had shown up for the special meeting that night, having just spent the day hearing all sorts of stories about Harry attacking Pansy and other tales. So many different versions had been told by so many different people, that no one had any idea what was truth and what was fiction. They stood in small groups in the Chamber of Secrets. discussing the things they had heard when Harry and Hermione came in through the secret entrance.

“Have a seat, everyone,” Hermione announced as she and Harry went to a wall and pulled up a cushion to sit against. There were numerous large pillows around the room for everyone to sit on. They all found places facing Harry.

Harry looked around at the sea of confused faces staring at him, waiting for an explanation of some sort. He didn’t feel as eloquent a speaker as Draco and he paused, trying to remember how Draco had presented his background to the Slytherins. He decided to follow his example and start with the beginning.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions for me, and I will try to answer them to your satisfaction,” Harry began. “First, though, I’d like to tell you of the prophecy that was revealed to me by Dumbledore. If what I have to tell you doesn’t answer the questions in your mind, then I’ll let you ask them after I’ve finished talking.”

Harry started at the very beginning, with Professor Trelawny’s prophecy trance, in which she foretold the events of Harry’s birth and what it would mean to Dumbledore. When Harry got to the part in which Trelawny said he would a Dark Lord of great power, the D.A. members glanced at each other, confirming the thoughts they had already discussed with one another. Harry continued with the explanation of how Dumbledore had protected him all these years, so that he could grow into his powers, and one day be able to defeat Lord Voldemort.

When he felt he had run out of things to tell, he glanced awkwardly around the room and then at Hermione, who smiled at him in encouragement. He was sweating, waiting for their responses. Would they accept him? Or would they turn around and walk away, considering him some sort of crazy, self-important freak?

“Why haven’t you told us this before? We’ve known you for six years, Harry,” asked Parvati.

“Dumbledore only told me about the prophecy last spring. He thought I was too young to worry about it before. And since then, I’ve had to come to terms with it myself,” Harry replied. “And, I suppose, I also thought that some of you would not want to be around me anymore - that I’d lose you as friends.”

“It’s not your fault it happened to you, Harry,” Ernie Macmillan said. “It’s not like you had a choice. You still seem a good fellow to me, no matter what sort of Lord you call yourself.”

“Thank you, Ernie,” Harry replied. “I am still myself. The same person you’ve all known. Even though I’m supposed to be this Dark Lord, I still have the same values that I’ve always had. I’m not out to do evil, and I’m nothing like Voldemort, nor will I ever be.”

Harry felt Hermione’s hand on his arm and she added, “Let me explain about the differences, Harry.” He nodded at her gratefully. Hermione went into a lengthy lecture about dark magic and the history of Dark Lords. She was so thorough, that she left little doubt in anyone’s mind about dark magic not being evil in itself.

“What’s this we hear about Pansy? And also we heard that the Slytherins were bowing to you?” Dean asked. Before Harry could open his mouth to respond, Hermione had jumped in with her tale of the false Viktor Krum and her near deadly adventure. Everyone looked horrified at what Pansy had done. Harry even heard someone mutter, “You should have let her drop,” meaning Pansy, of course.

“Then Draco talked to the Slytherins and told them pretty much the things Harry has just explained to you. Dumbledore thought, that if they knew they had a choice, they just might pick Harry instead of Voldemort. That’s why the Slytherins were bowing to Harry. That group, at least, was showing him their support,” Hermione said.

“Did you just say, Malfoy explained Harry’s story?” Lavender asked.

Hermione and Harry looked at Ron, Dean, Neville and Seamus. Seamus shook his head slightly and Harry could tell that his roommates had not said anything about Draco to anyone else. It made Harry feel good, actually, that his roommates respected his privacy and liked him enough not to talk about him behind his back.

Then Harry announced, “Draco Malfoy has become close to Hermione and I during this last month.” Harry paused, looking about at all the shocked faces. “I know that seems strange, seeing that we’ve always been at odds. When he followed me to the D.A. meeting that time you all saw him, I ended up telling him about myself during an argument. He decided to support me.”

“Can you trust him?” Ginny Weasley, concerned.

“Yes. He stood before his own house last night and announced his loyalty to me. That took a lot of guts to do in front of all his mates,” Harry said. “Luckily, it seems to have been a good thing, as more and more of them are turning their backs on Voldemort. That means fewer Death Eaters for Voldemort to control in the future.”

“Harry, this certainly has been a day for surprises,” stated Seamus. “What is it you want from us? We’re not dark wizards, you know.”

“I don’t expect anything from you. My only hope is that you can accept who I am, and not treat me any different than you have in the past. It’s your friendship I want and that’s all,” Harry stated.

“You’ve got that, Harry,” said Colin. “If Dumbledore has put his trust in you, then I think we should too.”

“You’re right, Colin,” said Susan Bones. “Dumbledore supports Harry, and so will I.”
There were many nods of agreement around the room and voices saying, “I will too.” Harry did see a few unsure gazes though, but at least no one openly opposed him. For that, he was grateful.

“You’re not expecting us to bow to you are you?” asked Seamus with a laugh.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “No, I definitely don’t want any of that! That was embarrassing.”

Hermione, again, felt the need to explain. “People from dark wizarding families are taught to respect power and position. They are raised with different values and traditions than others are.”

This subject brought up another thought from Harry. “I would like to say one more thing, if I may. Hermione and I have kept our relationship with Draco hidden, because we feared your reactions. He had the same concern with his friends. Now that we’ve told you of our friendship, we’ll be around him openly. It’s our hope you’ll make an effort to get to know him better - as he truly is. He’s vowed not to follow his father’s footsteps and I’m positive Lucius Malfoy will not be happy about it one bit. Draco has risked a lot.”

Harry looked around the room and added, “Out of all the people in this school, I consider each one of you, who are here, in this room tonight, to be my good friends. I hope that anything you have learned about me tonight, will not change how you feel about me. If it has, then my worst fears about this prophecy have come true.”

Harry felt he couldn’t stay a moment longer. He could tell that everyone had a lot to think over and discuss, and he knew they wouldn’t discuss it - as long as he was there. He stood and held out his hand to Hermione, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go,” he said to her.

He turned to the crowd. “We said our bit. Now the rest is up to you.” Hermione squeezed his hand and nodded.

As they walked down the long row of serpent torches, they felt all eyes on their backs, waiting for them to leave the room so they could speak freely. Harry hurried his pace slightly. He didn’t want to hear anything they said. He couldn’t stand guessing who would stick with him and who wouldn’t.

When he and Hermione stepped out of the round door of the chamber, Harry spoke the words of his snake brethren and shut the door to sweet silence.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now that Harry’s secret is out, things may get a bit tense at school - not to mention the reactions of the parents who are receiving their owls of the news, even as I type this. And, we will soon delve into the secrets of Hermione’s heritage and the mysteries of Marlston. I’m extremely excited about that plotline, by the way, and have already been writing some of the Marlston chapters ahead of time. I’ll let you know one thing now: Marlston is quite a freaky place. It should be fun!

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter. Thanks!