Girls, Girls, Girls

***

Colin, as it turned out, was a very organized bloke. When Harry approached him about getting copies of photos, or perhaps new photos, poor Colin had nearly vibrated with excitement. He was so excited, in fact, that Harry was pretty sure the kid ended up sporting a stiffy over it. Not that Harry was offended by the idea of turning someone on. Three very pretty Chasers had recently made him aware that he could be quite sexy. A pity for Colin that Harry didn’t find him arousing as well.

Still, he’d followed the younger boy up the stairs to the 3rd year dorm room. Colin had a small bookcase that was dedicated to his photography. It held photo-album after photo-album. There were also special books that held nothing but the negatives in special sleeves. Colin explained that he had labeled each photo with a letter-number combination that matched the sleeve that the negatives were in so that he could easily find the correct negative in order to make copies if necessary.

Harry offered to pay for a batch of the developing potion and a little extra for Colin’s time. He explained that he was looking for some for a relative that wanted to know about Harry’s time at Hogwarts and also for some for his own photo-album. The younger boy was beyond thrilled to do this for his long-time crush.

Harry chose a beautiful picture of him and Hedwig together. She would fly around a bit and then land on his outstretched arm before flying off again. He loved it and asked for two copies of the photo.

He also liked one that showed him on his broom in his full Gryffindor Quidditch kit as he came flying in out of nowhere on his Firebolt only to catch the snitch and fly off. It was an amazing shot and Harry had no clue how Colin managed to get it. He asked for two of this one as well. He knew that Sirius would love it as it featured the broom he had bought for Harry.

Colin had also taken a good picture of Harry eating one of the Weasley twins concoctions and turning into a half-wizard half-rabbit thing with soft pale gray fur and long floppy bunny ears even as a soft puff of white in the form of a fuzzy bunny-tail grew out of his bottom. The Harry-bunny in the photo hopped about the room twitching his bunny nose before reverting back to completely human-Harry. They both got a good smirk and giggle session over that one and Harry asked for three copies, one for him, one for his relative and one for the Weasley twins.

Another photo Harry asked for copies of was showing Harry sitting in the Great Hall between Ron and Hermione. Alicia, Angelina and Katie walked passed behind them and each of the three Chasers bent down and kissed him on the cheek before walking on.

There was also a photo of the entire Gryffindor Quidditich team that showed the girls giggling and the Weasley twins peeking around Oliver Wood to make faces at the camera. Harry was up front and grinning like a fool. He definitely wanted a copy and he thought that Sirius would like one as long as Harry included lots of stories about the team.

The final photo that Harry picked was one that showed him with Hermione and Ron walking behind Hagrid as they helped him in his giant pumpkin patch. It was funny how tiny the three of them looked compared to Hagrid, but that was fine. Hagrid was a big man. He wanted a copy for himself and also one for Hagrid. He thought that his first wizarding friend would like that.

***

That night Harry and Ron entered the dorm to find Dean teasing a brightly blushing Seamus while Neville looked on in amusement. He exchanged a confused look with Ron, who merely shrugged at him in response.

“So…what did bright boy do this time?”

Seamus groaned and Dean reached out and snagged a magazine before tossing it across the dorm to Harry. Seamus made an aborted grab for it, but Dean was too quick and Harry far too good a Seeker. He snagged it out of the air and flipped through it.

It was a porn magazine. Gay porn. With lots of magical photos of wizards shagging each other. One of Harry’s eyebrows rose up quite high while Ron looked, squeaked, blushed and darted away. A quick amused glance over at Ron and then Harry went back to paging through the magazine, only stopping to turn it sideways when he hit the centerfold.

“Something you want to tell us mate?” he asked Seamus calmly.

Neville snorted, Ron choked and Dean cackled in glee.

“Swear I’m not a shirt-lifter guys.” Seamus really did seem upset, but it was mostly embarrassment. “I wanted to be able to pass around a little bit of fun, like Harry did. So, I wrote to the one cousin I have that’s both of age and a wizard. He’s me mum’s brother’s eldest son. Sean. Only thing is, Sean really is a shirt-lifter, so when I wrote to him and asked him to please pick me up a bit of porn for wanking, he thought that I was asking him because I wanted queer porn and was afraid to ask anyone else but him.”

Neville snorted in amusement and Dean cackled some more.

Harry smirked, “Well, despite the torment Ron and I have been inflicting on Malfoy lately, there’s nothing wrong with two blokes getting together for a bit of slap and tickle. Not my cup of tea, but…”

Harry flipped another page, tilted his head thoughtfully and hummed.

“Although this looks to be kind of fun…”

He turned the magazine around to show a photo of a naked wizard leaning back against a tile wall with a shower of water running over him while another wizard knelt before him sucking on his hard cock.

Ron squeaked, “Harry!?”

“What?” Harry grinned and shook his head, “You don’t think it would feel nice to have some person, either witch or wizard, swinging on the end of your cock and trying to suction all the cum out of your bollocks for you?”

All four of them grew still and thoughtful for a moment. It was Ron that pulled out of daydreamland first.

“Still, Harry. It’s two wizards…not a witch and a wizard.”

Harry nodded.

“I know that Ron. Like I said, not really my cup of tea, but there’s nothing wrong with it. Seamus’ cousin made an honest mistake in sending homosexual porn to Seamus, but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad bloke just because he likes it.”

And Ron seemed to suddenly catch on that this subject could be hurtful to their dorm mate and nodded shakily.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was a misunderstanding. Just, you know, a shocking one.”

Neville snorted another half-stifled laugh.

Seamus seemed a little less upset, so it was eventually going to blow over. “Thanks Harry. Sean really didn’t mean to…well, he did, but he didn’t realize…well, you know.”

Harry chuckled and continued to flip through the magazine.

“Yeah. I know.” He turned the page and winced slightly. “That’s gotta hurt.”

“What?” Then Ron seemed to realize what he’d asked, blanched white and covered his eyes, “NO! Don’t show me.”

Grinning evilly, Harry turned the magazine around and showed them all a moving photo of one extremely well-endowed wizard shagging the bloody hell out of another.

***

That night, Harry’s dreams were both disturbing and erotic. He had Katie pressed up against the wall with her legs over his shoulders and his face pressed between her thighs. He was really enjoying the way she wiggled on his tongue and gasped for air while singing his praises. But he kept getting distracted by Colin, who was laying on his back between Harry’s legs. The other boy was tugging lightly on Harry’s cock and kept asking if he could please give him a blowjob, but Harry couldn’t really answer with his tongue buried in Katie’s snatch. It was both a huge turn on and a big frustration because he wished Colin would just shut up and suck his dick.

***

Hermione’s sad questioning eyes kept following him everywhere and while she hadn’t asked yet, he knew without a doubt that she wanted to. Finally he couldn’t take the suspense anymore and drank down the first of the three vials of nutritional potion. It didn’t taste as foul as he’d feared. It also left him feeling oddly full.

While he told Hermione that he’d started her regimen of recommended potions, he left it at that. He didn’t mention that he’d felt odd flashes of heat and tingles throughout his body as the potion worked itself through him. It wasn’t painful, exactly. It was more that he could tell exactly where the potion went to work fixing damage.

He was actually sort of shocked and dismayed at how much of his body he could feel being effected by the magic.

And that night he didn’t have any erotic dreams as he was sort of achy all over as if he was running a low-grade fever.

***

Finally, after a seemingly long wait, he received a return of his box from Sirius and Moony. Grinning widely, he could barely wait to get through his classes to open it. Finally, after a billion hours had dragged past, he was able to dash up to his dorm room and open the box.

He put aside a letter addressed to Hermione and the slim volume called 'Medical Magic for Beginners' that was attached to it. He knew that Hermione would love it. He just had the vague hope that this didn’t encourage her to diagnosis him with anything else.

Under that he found a thick letter for him and a few more porn magazines. They seemed to be more recent issues of the same two from before and a new one that he had never seen. There was also a book called 'Pureblood Courting Rituals' and one called 'Sexual Magic; Using Your Sexual Energy To Cast High Powered Spells'. Harry had to force himself not to start reading that one right away.

There was also an old and battered copy of 'Dueling for Beginners' and a dog-eared copy of 'Enchanting Objects for Beginners' bound to an old and battered binder of handwritten notes and parchments. A quick look through showed that both books and the pile of notes had been Sirius’ back when he was in Hogwarts. Harry gasped. He didn’t have a clue how the old dog had gotten a hold of his old school things, but they instantly became the most precious objects in the box.

Grinning sadly, Harry opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

I really enjoyed and appreciated receiving a gift basket again. The ham was wonderful. I can’t tell you how much Moony and I enjoyed it. Neither one of us can cook worth a damn, so our meals are a bit sketchy. We tend to undercook the things that we don’t burn. Hogwarts food really is the best.

I also appreciated the nutritional potions Hermione sent. She’s a really clever and thoughtful girl. She’s a good friend Harry, and you’re lucky to have her. In many ways she reminds me of your mother. Lily was a very smart witch, she was also kind and considerate and tended to look out for everyone around her. In truth, she made one of the best Head Girl’s that we had the entire time I was at Hogwarts. I can remember her mothering all the homesick little first years. She used to hold letter writing sessions in the Great Hall where she would offer topic advice and correct spelling for all the ickle firsties writing home and then she’d have them all troop up to the owlry to mail them off. Moony and I used to joke that it was like watching a mother duck with a line of her little baby ducklings trailing along behind her.

Also, before I forget, I want to thank you for the order form. It was very generous and thoughtful of you. In fact, it was too generous, so please don’t do it again. Save your money for yourself.

We did, however, make a fairly large order. 50 Galleons goes quite far at a second-hand shop. We were able to order a few pairs of shirts and trousers as well as a nice heavy cloak for me. They also had other things besides clothing, so I was able to get a nice thick blanket for myself along with an old camping cot with a magical sleep-cushion. You just unfold the cot and roll out the cushion on top to be a portable bed. It has inbuilt cushioning charms and heating charms. It’s much more comfortable than the floor and now Moony and I don’t have to switch off having turns sleeping on the one real bed in the cabin.

I really am proud of you and your skills with the witches. Both Moony and I hooted with laughter and excitement over the racy adventures you’ve told us about. There have been plenty of wizards over the years that juggled three girlfriends, but you’re the only one I know of where the witches all knew about each other and didn’t mind sharing. I have visions in my head of your three witches playing Potion-Parchment-Wand to see who got to spend a bit of time snogging you that day.

Moony, on the other hand, is a bit concerned and he asked me to warn you to please be discrete. I have to agree with him on this one pup. Normally, the Wizarding World is fairly interested in what you’re up to, but they don’t really have a way to find out beyond school-yard rumors. With the Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts and you being a Champion, you have students from all three schools, politicians from all three magical Ministries and reporters from every magical paper and magazine in Britain and from the continent hovering about. Every single one of them would love to make a boatload of Galleons by selling a scandalous story about you. Especially if they have proof.

We both read the article printed by Witch Weekly and think that it turned out great. I’m really glad that the public responded the way we had hoped and that Hermione and Katie aren’t being harassed anymore. You and I both know that the press is made up of a bunch of rumor-mongers and vultures, but Moony really has taken his responsibility as your PR Manager very seriously. He’s been doing a bunch of research and muttering about image and presentation and all sorts of stuff. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Most of what you have to do to deal with this sort of thing is present a specific image with only a few words or actions here and there for detail.

To that end, Moony’s been collecting a bunch of booklets, pamphlets and magazine articles to send off to you. It’s all about being able to put together a nice, clean-cut image that will be acceptable to both the purebloods and the muggleborns. And that is a difficult and fine line to walk. I’ll warn you now that a lot of it will seem stupid and boring, but it really is something you need to know. Fashion, attitude, proper manners, traditional hairstyles and accessories, popular charities and concerns…it’s all little things that when put together make a statement of power, control, educated sophistication and compassion.

In other words, the half-starved rag-a-muffin orphan look has got to go. That worked when you were young and first came back to the Wizarding World, but you’re older and expected to know better now.

Moony has even given me an assignment to help him out. He wants me to compile a bunch of information for you on the Potter Family. This makes sense because when I was fifteen, I was disowned by the Black Family and left home. Your grandmother, James’ mum, was a Black by blood who, while not being disowned, was relegated to a cadet branch. She took me in and I spent my last few years at Hogwarts as a ward of the Potter Family and as a brother to James. You, Harry, are the Heir to an Ancient and Noble Family and you have to start to learn exactly what that means; both to yourself personally and to the pureblood community in general.

To be honest, I didn’t even think about that and Moony hadn’t either until you had mentioned that you didn’t know how to use your Gringott’s key properly until one of your girls showed you. We were actually very upset that your education in some of the most simple and basic things was completely ignored. Moony then went on to theorize that if you didn’t know that, you were probably left ignorant of other things as well. So, if any of the stuff we’re collecting for you is redundant, I apologize, but we didn’t want to take the chance that you hadn’t been told.

Hopefully this stuff will be ready to be sent out next month. For now, read over what we have sent you and reply if you have any questions about it. Be discrete with your witches and give our love and respect to Hermione. Practice casting spells often, even if your grasp of the theory is a bit shaky. Be creative, have fun and remember that I love you.

Snuffles

***

Harry wanted to delve into the books right away, but he couldn’t really justify keeping Hermione’s mail from her any longer. So, he tucked away his new porn for later that night and grabbed up her letter and the battered book about dueling and headed down to the Common Room.

He handed over her things and grinned at her as she devoured her letter and then raved over her new book. Apparently medical and healing magic was just fascinating and exciting. Harry was willing to take her word on that however. He showed her the old copy of 'Dueling for Beginners' and how it had been marked up in the margins by Sirius and his father with a bunch of notes, anecdotes and comments.

She was just as thrilled for him as she was for herself. They then enjoyed a nice hour or two in front of the Common Room fireplace reading through their books.

***

Harry really enjoyed his new porn. The fact that one of the witches featured a few times in 'Wicked Witches Gone Wild' strongly resembled a quiet and studious Ravenclaw witch in sixth year only made it more exciting. One magical photo had the witch dressed up in what was a fake copy of the Hogwarts uniform. She had the blouse unbuttoned to expose her naked breasts and her short little pleated skirt pulled up to show she wasn’t wearing any knickers. That she was rubbing her wet snatch with what appeared to be her wand only made it that much hotter. Harry wanked himself silly imagining that it really was that quiet Ravenclaw getting herself off in the middle of the Hogwarts Library.

***

'Pureblood Courting Rituals' was interesting in that there were some very convoluted and strange traditions in pureblood wizarding society and also a bit scary in that there were a lot of types of betrothal contracts explained. Harry didn’t want any part of a relationship that required that level of commitment. It was actually kind of relieving to know that he hadn’t accidentally set himself up for marriage through sheer ignorance. He knew what to avoid now and how to, hopefully, not come across as rude and arrogant by rejecting any offers in the proper way.

Of course, things weren’t all smooth sailing. Ron was acting a bit prattish for a while and Harry had finally had enough of his huffing, stomping about and his sullen pouting. He ended up having to drag Ron out of the Common Room and up to their dorm and demand to know just what had crawled up his arse and died.

He was jealous.

It was obvious that Ron had no clue about Alicia or Angelina, but he did remember very well that Katie had been found naked in his bed with both of them obviously covered in sweat and cum. He hadn’t said anything; both because he promised and he did remember how harsh the newspaper and the public had been to the girl and he didn’t want that to happen again. That still didn’t change the fact that Harry had a girl and he didn’t. He was jealous, plain and simple.

With a sigh, Harry reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses for a moment before letting go and looking up at Ron.

“Can I give you some girl advice mate?” He clarified, “Without you getting your back up and all defensive?”

Ron considered for a moment, weighing his pride against his desire for a girlfriend. He nodded once, “Sure.”

Harry reached over and started flipping through the books that he had sitting on the small shelf under his nightstand. Finally, he found the three that he had been looking for. Standing, he held the books up for inspection.

“I really hate to say it, mate. You’re going to have to make a bit of an effort if you want a girlfriend. As things are, no girl is going to want to be with you.”

Ron scowled, “Why? Because I’m not rich and famous like you?”

Harry scowled right back and snapped, “NO! Because you’re a bit of slob and a pig!”

Sighing once more, Harry shook his head and held up one book. The title read 'Polite Manners for the Young Witch and Wizard; A Guide to Society’s Expectations'.

“I suggest that you read this carefully and memorize as much of it as you can; particularly the section on public dining. I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but there are very few people that are willing to even look at you in the Great Hall. Your table manners are more suited to a barnyard. Hermione and I are the only ones that are willing to sit across from you because you spray your food a lot. No witch is going to find that attractive.”

Ron blushed fiercely. Harry knew that back at the Burrow when Ron got like that, his mother would often shout, “Ron! Manners!”, but he’d never heard her explain just what manners she expected, so Harry figured that his friend just might not know.

He then held up the book that Molly Weasley had sent them. It was the book that Harry had read that detailed proper grooming and hygiene.

“And while you’re at it, you might want to re-read the book your mum sent. Hermione was right, boys tend to smell funny. I’ve noticed it a lot more since I’ve been following the things laid out in this book. No witch is going to want to snog a bloke whose breath smells like onions and whose clothing stinks of dirty socks.”

Harry offered up the last one, the one that explained about official Courtships and Betrothals.

“You can save this one for last, but it talks about what to do, or not to do in regards to official contracted relationships. I found it helpful in that I don’t want to accidentally promise something that I’m not ready for or willing to give. I don’t want some starry-eyed witch thinking I’m going to marry her or something just because I gave her the wrong flower or said the wrong thing.”

Ron sort of blanched at the thought and nodded vigorously. Harry handed over all three books.

“Seriously, mate. Read through them. Learn them and take them seriously. Spend a few weeks cleaning yourself up and showing off the new and improved Ron Weasley. I bet you that you’ll find that the witches start paying attention to you, but in a good way.”

Ron looked down at the books in his hands, an odd expression on his face.

“I’m not that bad…am I?”

He sounded crushed and Harry winced.

***

Harry was enjoying himself during lunch a few days later trying not to laugh as Ron attempted to display good eating manners while Hermione kept shooting him confused looks in between offering encouragement of his newfound maturity. It was very amusing to watch him blush, start to eat and forget himself only to realize what he was doing and attempt to be less of a pig again.

That was when an origami parchment snitch fluttered over to him. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed it from the air. Only then did he realize what he’d done and he looked around to see Alicia and Angelina giggling at him. With a smirk and a wink, he opened it up to see what they had written.

Meet us in the empty charms classroom at 9:00 tonight. It’s where you had your date with Angelina last month.

His smirk grew wider. Glancing up at them, he smiled and nodded.

***

He was fairly certain that something naughty and most likely sexy was going to happen that night. It was, of course, possible that the two witches just wanted to chat or some other innocent thing, but Harry didn’t think so. Just in case, he took extra care to shower, shave and dress up a bit before leaving Gryffindor to go meet them. He used his map to help him slip through the empty corridors to what he was beginning to think of as “Angelina’s Hideaway”.

When he reached the old classroom door, he knocked lightly. It was only a short pause before the door was opened and he glided inside. Much like the last time he’d met Angelina here, the room was freshly cleaned and had several candles burning in glass holders scattered about. A large mattress draped in silks and velvets was lying in the center of the room and both witches were standing there smiling at him without a stitch of clothing. Harry took a moment to enjoy the way the candlelight played upon their skin, the soft gold of Alicia and the warm chocolate of Angelina.

“So beautiful…” his voice was a whisper of awe and husky with desire.

The two girls smiled at him, exchanged silent looks and then smirked at him in unison. He shivered and felt his cock begin to fill.

They walked over to him and Alicia leaned in and gave him a deep, wet, and passionate kiss. It curled his toes and pulled a moan from his chest. Then she pulled away and stepped around his side to let Angelina in. Angelina leaned up against him and nibbled on his bottom lip for a moment before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss as well.

“Um…ladies.”

He didn’t get to say anything else before Alicia held up one finger to his lips and whispered, “Shhh…let us take care of you tonight, Harry.”

Harry didn’t say anything; he just kissed her fingertip and nodded in agreement. Alicia smiled at him and then the two witches began to slowly undress him, kissing and rubbing at each newly exposed part of his body as the clothing came off. It was slow and sexy and incredibly erotic. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing and drooling steadily by the time he was finally naked.

Of course, he couldn’t exactly stay still for all of this. He reached out with both hands, rubbing and petting the two witches and sneaking in kisses and nibbles where he could. It was slightly confusing, not knowing exactly who was where and doing what. He didn’t mind though, since the whole thing was a soft and exciting blur of sensation.

Eventually, the two witches began to lead him over to the mattress and gently helped him down onto it. They situated him so that he was lying on his back in the center of the bed with each witch curled up on one side of him.

“Harry…”

“Hummm?”

He wasn’t really paying too much attention when his name was whispered in his ear. He was too focused on nibbling Alicia’s hard nipple and listening to her gasp in pleasure.

“Harry…Alicia and I talked about this and we had a plan to share you tonight…”

“That so?...”

Harry turned a bit, Alicia’s nipple making a wet popping sound as it slid out of his mouth. He shifted and reached for Angelina, one hand curling up into her soft fluffy hair and the other sliding down her tight stomach muscles to pet gently between her thighs. She gasped and jerked her hips toward his hand causing his fingertips to dip into her wet slit.

“Yes, Harry. It’s true, you know.” Alicia purred into his ear. “We decided that I get to enjoy that wicked mouth of yours…”

Angelina gasped and whimpered, “And I get to ride that lovely cock.”

Harry shivered at the very thought and his cock throbbed in agreement.

“Oh Merlin.”

After a deep breath to steady himself and to be certain he wasn’t going to spill right then, Harry rolled onto his back and shifted Angelina up and over him. He gently tugged her by her hips toward his face.

“Let me make sure you’re wet enough. Wouldn’t want you to try and ride me if you’re not.”

She giggled, but didn’t argue and carefully aimed herself over his lips. A few minutes of nibbling, licking and sucking at her lips and clitoris allowed Harry to announce she was wet enough. That she was trembling on the very edge of orgasm only made her more beautiful in his eyes.

Just as she started to shift her body down along his, Harry reached out for his cock with one hand and gave it two gentle tugs. The first allowed him to cast a mild engorgio to give it a little more length and a much thicker girth. The second tug let him cast a set of mild heating and vibration charms.

That he was also in a position to better aim for her wet slit was just a bonus. He gasped at the shock of hot pleasure that washed down his cock and directly into his bollocks when Angelina’s wet swollen vaginal lips pushed against the crown of his cock, sliding apart to suck and pull at him hungrily.

Their eyes met and caught for a long moment and then she let go completely and slid down his length in one quick smooth movement. His muscles locked as he fought back his orgasm. Angelina didn’t bother; instead she trembled slightly as the walls of her sex fluttered around him. He was experienced enough to be able to tell a soft sweet mild orgasm from a deep hard intense one. The lovely Angelina just had a gentle one of the former simply from sliding him into her body. Harry found that to be an extreme turn-on.

Harry had barely caught his breath before Alicia grew impatient and sat up. With one smooth move that he recognized from watching her mount her broom hundreds of times, she straddled his head and shifted to line up her dripping smooth snatch with his mouth. It was only after he mumbled the incantation to engorgio his tongue that he realized that she was turned around to be facing Angelina. Then he heard them begin to kiss and nearly died on the spot.

Not wanting to be the only one not snogging someone, Harry reached up and grabbed a tight hold of Alicia’s hips. Pulling her down tighter to his face he wasted no time in sliding his extra long tongue right up inside her dripping wet and very hot core. Alicia gasped and ground down on him, her clitoris rubbing against his chin.

Harry had the vague idea to cast a light vibrating charm on his chin so that Alicia could enjoy the extra sensation and then to coat one of his fingers and slide it gently into her arse before his mind slipped away in a fog of erotic sensation. The tight wet slide-pull of Angelina riding up and down on his throbbing cock blended into the sweet musky taste of Alicia’s snatch as she wiggled and humped against his chin, tongue and mouth. The scent of wet witches and sex, sweat and vanilla swirled through his nose and his ears were filled with gasps, moans and the wet sucking sound of snogging interspersed with the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.

Harry couldn’t have told anyone how many times Alicia filled his mouth with her juices or how many times Angelina drenched his bollocks with hers. All he knew was that he was in heaven, a sensual feast of pleasure and erotic hunger. His own orgasm caught him by surprise as it seemed to leap at him from nowhere, slamming into his tight and heavy bollocks like a slap to the face. Before he knew it, he was trembling fiercely, his hands clenched on Alicia’s hips even as he slammed up into Angelina, emptying himself deep inside her.

He had the vague and fuzzy thought that he could die happy now before he faded into unconsciousness.