The Attendants Chapters 1-5 (Patreon)

Chapter 1:“This is amazing Harry!” James Potter exclaimed as he looked at his son’s O.W.L. results. “Outstandings in every class except for Divination, number one in both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, and the second highest grades overall.”

Harry Potter smiled at his dad. The young man took a sip of tea before munching down on a piece of bacon. “It was really tough, I wonder how everyone else did.”

“Surely Hermione got first overall,” James laughed. “That witch is mighty impressive, she reminds me of your mother. I’m sure that she’ll go on to do great things, regardless of what she decides to do after Hogwarts.”

Harry nodded. “She’s been talking about doing an apprenticeship at the Ministry, maybe in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“Remus would be glad to have her working there for him. I know that I can’t wait to see you become an Auror just like me,” James smiled proudly at his son.

“It’ll still be another two years before I’m done with Hogwarts,” Harry sighed. “I almost wish I could just drop out and go work for you right now.”

“Nonsense,” James waved off Harry’s comment. “You’ve got your best two years of Hogwarts ahead of you. Enjoy yourself,” he added with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Harry failed to hold back his blush. “So, umm . . .” He trailed off.

James chuckled. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” he said, patting Harry’s hand in a reassuring manner. “You’ve seen it happen every year for the past five years right after the Sorting. You’ll be fine.”

“Right,” Harry muttered.

“Your father is right, dear,” Lily Potter said as she strode into the dining room.

Harry smiled at his mother. She was dressed up like a muggle scientist. A white buttoned up lab coat and dark trousers. She must have been up early this morning brewing potions.

“You’re an adult now, already eighteen years old. You’re ready to start taking on your responsibilities as a magical citizen,” Lily told Harry as she sat down beside James. He kissed her on the cheek as a plate of food magically appeared in front of her.

Harry grimaced. “I don’t think I need to talk about this with you two.” He really didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Well, I think that we need to have it,” James said firmly. “I understand that it might be a bit uncomfortable discussing sex with your parents-” Lily and James chuckled at Harry’s groan of discomfort. “-but it's a discussion that needs to happen.”

“After all the wars over the past hundred years, the magical population needs a period of growth. Voldemort really hurt Britain and we aren’t even close to refilling all of the positions that were left vacant from the deaths during the war just before you were born. We need to repopulate.”

Lily nodded. “It's a good program to try to motivate young witches and wizards to do their best in school so that they can be a good workers in the future. Merlin knows I would have worked harder if I could have gotten the rewards that you’ll be getting,” Lily smirked.

“Hey,” Lily exclaimed as James pinched her side. He was glaring at her but the grin on his face showed that he wasn’t really mad.

“You would have been the same, James Potter,” Lily said, poking his chest.

“Only if you had been my reward,” James said, leaning in to kiss Lily.

“Ugh,” Harry said, slumping down in his seat.

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughed as he pulled away from his wife. “But seriously Harry, you should enjoy yourself. It's not everyday that you get a witch to . . . motivate you to do your best.”

“Alright!” Harry shouted, standing up from his seat. “Conversation over.” His parents chuckled at him and watched as he snatched a few more pieces of bacon before making a hasty retreat out of the room.

“We’re leaving for the Hogwarts Express tomorrow,” Lily called out. “Make sure you’re all packed!”

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Harry sighed as he dropped onto a seat in a compartment near the back of the Hogwarts express. “This year is going to suck,” he muttered.

“Come on Harry, this year is going to be great,” Hermione said, trying to cheer up her friend.

“Well, your mother isn’t the potions professor, now is she?” Harry groaned.

Hermione laughed at him. “Well, it’s not like you’ll be around her all the time. Besides, you don’t need to bring her with you to her class.”

These damn attendants, Harry sighed again. When he was younger, it seemed like such a great thing. Now that he was faced with having one of his own, Harry wasn’t so sure.

Every year, the top twenty students going into their sixth year at Hogwarts are assigned attendants as a reward for their hard work and to motivate them to keep it up. Attendants are men and women who are either at the bottom of the class or who volunteer for the position. No one is forced into the position. Students at the bottom of the class are offered the option of becoming an attendant, but they don’t have to take the offer. For many though, it is a tempting offer.

In short, attendants offer sexual relief to the best students at Hogwarts. They follow their master or mistress around the school. They attend classes, eat their meals, and do school work together. Attendants can either be current students or recent students of Hogwarts. Since everyone entering into their sixth year is either eighteen or nineteen years old, all of the attendants are either the same age as them or up to five years older. Attendants are paid for their work. They are tied to their master or mistress for life. However, they also have the option of buying out their contract after at least five years of work. It’s an expensive thing to do, but sometimes witches and wizards decide that they want to do something else with their lives.

It was a radical decision to implement this program a decade ago. The Ministry created it as a way to help revitalize the wizarding population and to help society return to its former stature. It was expected that it would take at least a few generations for the program to work, but reports have already shown promising increases. Employment at the Ministry has had a much higher retention rate. The birth rate has also seen a noticeable increase.

In exchange for the gift of being given an attendant, all of the top students are expected to maintain their status. If their grades drop, then they will lose the privilege of an attendant. Similarly, if they regularly find themselves without a job after graduating, then they will lose their Attendant. Most students have no trouble continuing their previous academic success, or even improving upon it, but every year there are one or two who become lazy and too focused on having sex with their attendant to do their schoolwork.

Being second in his year, Harry knew that he was going to be given the best female attendant. Hermione, having been first place, will get the best male attendant. The worst part about all of this is that the announcement of who their attendants will be is done in front of the entire school, right after the sorting. And, of course, it would be his own mother who announces the matches.

“Have you seen Ron yet today,” Hermione asked Harry, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“No, I haven’t,” Harry replied as the train started moving. “Did he write to you and say what his exam results were?”

Hermione bit her lip. “No, he didn’t. I’m a little worried that-”

The door to their compartment quickly slid open as Ron Weasley shuffled in. He smiled brightly at them. “Hey,” he smiled.

“How have you been, Ron?” Harry asked as Ron plopped down into his seat beside Harry.

“Never better mate,” Ron laughed. “You’re looking at Hogwarts’s newest attendant.”

“Really?” Harry exclaimed.

“Oh Ron, I’m sorry. I know this wasn’t what you wanted,” Hermione said as she reached out to comfort her friend.

“No Hermione, you’ve got it all wrong,” Ron said as he shook his head. “I went to the Ministry yesterday to discuss the offer and its way more wonderful than it sounds. I got to see the list of who made it into the top twenty in our year and they’re all hot. I don’t think I’d mind being stuck with one of them.”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. “Ron, you know that you might get put with Hermione,” Harry said gently.

Ron waved him off. “There’s no chance of that happening, I’m sure I’ll end up with someone else.”

“But what if you don’t?” Harry prodded.

Ron looked a little nervous at that. He shot a quick glance at Hermione who was pointedly avoiding looking Ron in the eye. “Err, well I guess I’d just back out of the offer then.”

“Didn’t you already sign the contract though,” Harry asked.

Ron’s eyes went wide. “Oh Merlin.”

Harry chuckled. “Don’t worry, that won’t happen. Probably.” Harry hissed as Hermione hit him with a stinging curse. “Jeez ‘Mione, just trying to lighten the mood.” The glare that Hermione gave him showed just what she thought of his attempt.

The compartment fell into an awkward silence as Ron and Hermione avoided looking at each other. “So, err, Harry, what was your class rank?” Ron asked after a few minutes.

“I got second, right behind Hermione,” he replied.

“Lucky,” Ron’s eyes lit up. “You know, there were a lot of pretty women at the Ministry to sign their contracts too. You might get lucky.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Harry replied, glancing out the window.

“What’s wrong, mate?” Ron asked him.

Harry shook his head. “Nothing really. I’m just . . . thinking.”

Ron grinned at him. “Thinking about who you’ll get matched up with, huh? Well it won’t take long, Professor Potter always gets through it pretty . . .” Ron trailed off as his brain caught up with what he had said.

Harry saw the realization hit his friend's face. “Don’t say it,” he warned Ron even though he knew it was pointless.

Ron burst out into laughter. He clutched at his stomach and kicked his feet in the air as he laughed. “Your mum’s going to be announcing who you’ll be shagging to the entire school,” Ron got out before he went back to laughing.

Harry leaned back in his seat, frowning at his friend. “It’s not funny, right Hermione?” He looked at her just in time to catch her hiding a smile that had come to her face.

“Well,” Hermione said, disguising a chuckle as a cough, “it is a little funny.”

Harry groaned and settled into his seat as Ron continued to laugh. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over.

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The Sorting Ceremony flew by. Right as it ended, Professor Potter called the top twenty sixth-years up to the front of the Great Hall. They lined up in numerical order based on their rankings. Harry, thankfully, was at the very end of the line with Hermione. He could barely see his mother as she addressed the hall.

“Now we will begin the Attendant Ceremony. This is to recognize the academic achievements of the best and brightest that Hogwarts has to offer,” Lily said to the entire hall, repeating the lines given to her by the Ministry. “Before we announce the pairings, we must discuss the rules of this program.”

“First, anyone who has chosen to become an attendant may not be in a romantic or sexual relationship with anyone but their master or mistress. Any attempts to create such a relationship with an attendant will be met with severe punishments from both Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. Second, sexual acts between attendant and master or mistress may take place anywhere, public or private. No one may interfere with their actions. If anyone is feeling . . . interested in what they see, they should go deal with that in private.” The hall laughed at that. Every year there were at least a few cases of the men at Hogwarts being visibly aroused by what went on around them. “Finally, in the case of any danger or harm being inflicted upon an attendant by their master or mistress, such matters should be brought to the attention of a staff member at once.”

“Now, we will begin to name the pairings,” Lily said as she pulled out a scroll from within her robes. The scroll unfurled before her and she began to read off the names. “Dean Thomas,” she said, addressing the first man in line, “you are assigned attendant Megan Jones.”

Megan Jones, a Hufflepuff in their year, stepped up from her house table and walked up to the front to stand beside Dean. The two students both looked shyly at each other as Lily nodded. The hall was filled with murmurs as the pair walked down to the Gryffindor table together.

“Lisa Turpin, you are assigned attendant Wayne Hopkins,” Lily announced next.

The pairings went on like that as Lily rapidly read off the names from the scroll. As each name was read off, Harry was waiting for Ron’s name to be called but it never was. Eventually it was just Harry and Hermione left. Harry shot a glance back at his friend and he saw the blood drain from her face as she realized what was going to happen.

Before Harry had his name called, he heard a small sound of surprise come from his mother. “Apparently, there is an additional announcement to be made right now,” she muttered. Lily gave Harry a quick glance before returning her focus to the hall.

“The Ministry would like to take this moment to thank everyone who has participated in this program since its inception. As this is the tenth-year, the Ministry wishes to announce that the program will be expanding next year to allow for more students to have attendants.”

The Hall lit up with a buzz of excitement as everyone talked about this new development. A bunch of the younger students all looked like they had won the lottery. A few whoops and cheers were heard before Lily managed to calm down the students.

“Given the success of the initial years, the Ministry will also be implementing a new policy which will be starting today.” Harry looked at his mother with a furrowed brow. What was the change going to be? Lily looked over at Harry and gave him a small smile. He looked away quickly, feeling too embarrassed to meet her gaze.

Lily straightened out the scroll as she read off of it again. “The new policy is that each year, the most brilliant students may be given multiple attendants.”

Instantly, the noise of the students drowned out anything that Lily was saying. Harry turned around and looked at Hermione who was just as surprised as he was. “Multiple attendants?” Hermione mouthed to Harry.

A loud bang brought the noise level back down. “This is an experimental policy which the Ministry will be keeping a close eye on to determine its effectiveness. This year, the best male and best female students will be the first people to test this.”

Lily waved Harry forward. He moved, still shocked from the announcement. “Harry Potter, your attendants will be Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis.”

Harry watched, surprise clearly etched on his face, as the two witches from Slytherin stood up from their table together and walked up to him. He knew the two women of course, they were in his year. They were best friends and had been close since before Hogwarts. What Harry didn’t understand was why they had become attendants. They were both very smart. The public ranking lists in previous years had shown that they both consistently in the top twenty students. In any case, becoming an attendant was a voluntary decision. Why would they choose this?

The two girls stood together beside each other. Lily nodded at the trio and gestured over to the Gryffindor table. “Good luck,” his mother muttered to him as he passed by. Harry’s face lit up red and he quickly made his way to the end of the table where he sat down. A few seconds later, Daphne and Tracey sat down opposite him. As much as he wanted to question the two of them, Harry looked back to Hermione who had just stepped in front of Lily.

“Hermione Granger, your attendants will be Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley,” Lily announced. Harry could see the sympathetic look on Lily’s face as Hermione looked on in shock. Draco and Ron both stood up from their respective tables and walked to the front of the hall. None of them looked happy about the situation.

Lily gently gestured them off to the Gryffindor table and Harry helped Hermione sit down beside him. Ron sat down on the either side of Harry while Draco went around to sit beside Daphne.

The feast began moments later, though none of them spoke. Hermione looked devastated. Harry grabbed her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Hermione smiled up at him briefly but then her gaze fell back down to her plate.

“So, this is awkward,” Tracey commented.

Chapter 2:

Harry and Hermione were all situated in their new rooms after the feast. They were located on the seventh floor, not too far from the Gryffindor common room. Thankfully, they had the only two rooms in the corridor and it was relatively isolated. Tomorrow, their attendants would be moving in with them. Thankfully, they had their own bedrooms.

As soon as they had gotten all moved in, Harry had gone over to see Hermione. She hadn’t answered her door but Harry decided to step inside anyway. Her room looked just like his. It was a fairly decent sized bedroom with all the amenities one could expect: a large bed, a desk to work at, a couch and a couple high-backed chairs by the fire, and an attached bathroom. Hermione was lying down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked her as he walked over.

Hermione hesitated. “No, not really,” she replied quietly.

Harry laid down on the bed beside her. “If it makes you feel any better, it's not like you have to have sex with them,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione didn’t even bother to glare at him. Suddenly Harry was seriously worried for her.

Hermione rolled onto her side so that she could look at Harry. “I had just hoped that things were going to be different, you know?”

Harry nodded. “Trust me, I thought that having one attendant was going to be more than I could handle.”

Hermione gave him a funny look. “You and Ron have been talking about how awesome this was going to be for years now. Why would having one be too much?”

Harry gave a light smile. “That was just guy talk. Well, mostly. I mean, it's not like I’m not looking forward to . . .”

“Fucking them?” Hermione added in helpfully.

Harry snorted and poked her side. “Yes, that. I was just hoping it would actually be someone I at least kind of knew.”

“I know what you mean,” Hermione said. “But I think I ended up with two people I know far too well. Ron is, well, he’s Ron. And Draco is a bigoted prat. I wish I could have gotten someone nice. Someone I wouldn’t mind fooling around with.”

“You mean fucking,” Harry chuckled.

Hermione chuckled back. “Yeah,” she muttered. “I was really nervous about the whole thing, but honestly I think it could be nice. Just getting some of that stress relief in. I mean, it's not like we have to remain exclusively with our attendants even though they have to remain exclusive with us. I can still find someone that I love and marry them. I don’t know, maybe I was hoping that my attendant could have been that person. What a stupid thought.”

Harry shook his head. “It doesn’t sound that stupid to me. In fact, I think I was wishing for the same thing. Having someone around for stress relief is nice but I think I’d rather have a genuine connection with someone instead.”

“Maybe you could still find that with Tracey or Daphne,” Hermione suggested. “They’re both quite nice, as far as Slytherins go anyway.”

Harry rolled his eyes at her joke. “Maybe.” He paused. “So, what are you going to do?” He asked Hermione.

“I think I’ll just carry on as normal. I may as well let Ron and Malfoy just live their lives,” Hermione answered.

“You know, since they're your attendants, you can get them to do stuff for you like fetching books from the library, or getting you a snack if you’re hungry,” Harry suggested.

Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Time to give Malfoy some payback for the first five years at Hogwarts.”

Harry laughed. “Now don’t go all Dark Lady on us here.”

“I won’t,” Hermione reassured Harry with a grin. “I might just enjoy making him walk all the way down to the dungeons and back up again a few times a day. You know, to give him some exercise.”

“You’re a cruel cruel witch, Hermione Granger,” Harry deadpanned.

“Shove off Harry, I just found out that I’m probably going to be a virgin for another year. Cut me some slack.”

“You know, I could always help you with that,” Harry told her with a serious look on his face.

The pair burst out laughing simultaneously. They were best friends, but nothing more, and they were both happy with that.

“You should just try to meet someone. Maybe you’ll find a boyfriend here at Hogwarts,” Harry suggested as they both calmed down.

“Maybe,” Hermione replied. “Ugh,” she exclaimed, grabbing a pillow from her behind her and burying her face in it. “I hate how dumb this is. I feel so unsure about everything.”

“If anyone can work it out and find the best solution, it’d be you,” Harry said.

“Thanks Harry,” Hermione smiled. “I still have no idea how Draco ended up being an attendant.”

“I don’t get why Tracey or Daphne are attendants either,” Harry added. “Do you think they all volunteered?”

“They must have,” Hermione said with a frown. “None of them are bad students. It’s strange.”

Harry shrugged. “We can ask them, I guess. Though, they might not tell us.”

Hermione snorted. “I doubt that Draco will even manage to be civil to me.”

“You could report him to the Ministry if he isn’t,” Harry suggested.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to waste the energy. I just wish that everything could have worked out more smoothly than this. Well, at least one of us ended up with good matches.”

“Me?” Harry asked.

Hermione gave him a look. “Yes, you! Haven’t you even looked at Daphne or Tracey?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve noticed them before,” Harry said as he cheeks tinged pink.

“You mean you’ve noticed their butts,” Hermione shook her head. “Men,” she sighed, “so hopeless.”

“I will have you know that I’ve noticed more than their butts,” Harry told her with a grin. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. “And more than their boobs,” he added.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “They’re both smart, good-looking, and they seem to be all-around decent women. I’d say that you got lucky.”

“But I don’t know either of them really. I’ve probably only said a couple dozen words to them in my life,” Harry told her.

“Well, now you have the chance to get to know them. Who knows, maybe they’ll surprise you,” Hermione offered with a gentle smile.

“I guess I’ll find out tomorrow when they move in across the hall from us,” Harry sighed. “At least they aren’t living in the same rooms as us. Can you imagine how awkward it would be if we had to be around them all day every day?”

Hermione glared at Harry. “I wasn’t imagining it but now you’ve gone and put that thought into my brain.”

“Sorry,” Harry smiled.

Hermione pushed Harry’s shoulder gently. “Alright, I’m going to bed so that I can hopefully wake up and learn that this was all a big nightmare.”

Slowly the two of them sat up. Harry reached over and wrapped his arms around Hermione. “If you ever need anything, just come and get me, alright?”

Hermione hugged him back. “Of course, the same goes for you.”

Harry got up and walked over to the door. “Have a good sleep, Hermione.”

Hermione gave him a half-hearted wave. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Slipping out of her room, Harry gave a great big sigh. This was going to be a rough year for Hermione. Having Malfoy and Ron around beside each other all the time was sure to cause problems, and it was in Hermione’s nature to get in the middle and to try to solve those problems. It was a perfect recipe for disaster.

Harry lazily walked down the hall to the portrait which guarded his room. It was a scene of a fountain pouring water down on the head of a chiseled looking man. He gave Harry a salute as he neared and opened wide for him. Strangely, the lights were already on inside.

Peering inside, he found both Daphne and Tracey sitting down on the couch beside the fireplace drinking tea. Harry froze there for a moment before Daphne noticed him. “Potter,” she dipped her chin at him. Tracey turned to look at Harry too.

Harry cautiously stepped inside of his room as the portrait swung closed behind him. The two girls watched him as he nervously approached them. “Hello,” he said slowly.

Daphne gestured to the high-backed chair across from them. “Sit down, we need to talk.”

Harry didn’t question her firm order and sat down in the chair. He saw that a teacup was placed on the table in between them for him but he didn’t reach out to take it. Daphne took her time taking another sip of tea while Tracey merely smiled at Harry.

“Undoubtedly you’re wondering why we became attendants,” Daphne began as she sat her tea cup down. She brushed her long blond hair behind her ear and glanced over at Tracey. The brunette nodded confidently at her, making Daphne sigh.

“Look, my father was going to marry me off to a Swedish pureblood wizard nearly twice my age. This was my way out of that and that’s it,” Daphne explained quickly.

Tracey rolled her eyes at her friend. “And I, being the ever gracious friend that I am, decided to become an attendant alongside her.”

Harry frowned at Tracey. “But why would you do that? This is the first time that anyone ever got two attendants. If this new policy hadn’t been enacted, you would have been stuck with some other wizard.”

Daphne snorted. “Great, he’s thick.”

Tracey shushed her friend and slapped her arm gently. “My dad is on the committee that initially drew up the plan for the attendants. Once I learned what Daphne’s plan was, I went to him for help. He helped push through this new policy and managed to convince the assignment committee that Daphne and I should be put together.”

“So your dad was the one that organized this whole change?” Harry asked.

“Yup,” Tracey smiled, “just took a bit of political maneuvering. We still didn’t know who we would be getting matched up with though. It was between you, Terry Boot, and Anthony Goldstein for the top spot. Luckily, you snagged the grand prize,” she winked at Harry.

“Right,” Harry muttered. He felt incredibly awkward. Daphne was looking at him with barely disguised disdain. At least Tracey seemed to be pleased with the whole arrangement. “Well, if that’s everything-”

“It’s not,” Daphne interrupted.

Tracey shot Daphne a look and sighed. “Sorry Potter . . . Harry. Daphne isn’t exactly pleased with this whole situation. She did willingly agree to become an attendant, but it was only to escape the marriage her father was forcing her into.”

“And what about you?” Harry asked before his brain could stop him.

Tracey gave him a bright smile and a look he couldn’t quite decipher. “I think that I’m quite happy with the arrangement, all things considered. You were my preference for who we would be assigned to after all.” Harry couldn’t help but blush which made Tracey giggle. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to fulfill all,” Tracey stressed the word, “of my obligations.”

Tracey stood up from her seat. “I do have one condition though,” she said as she walked over to Harry. “Just leave Daphne alone.” Tracey gently sat down on Harry’s lap, leaning her back against his chest and wiggling her butt against him. “Do we have a deal?” She whispered.

Harry's breath was caught in his chest as he felt his cock stir in his pants. He looked over at Daphne and he was surprised to see the look on her face. Daphne looked surprised at Tracey. She looked grateful. And a little sad too.

“Tracey, you don’t-” Daphne began, but she was cut off by Tracey.

“Shh, don’t worry,” Tracey replied to her friend with a smile. “It’s fine.”

“No,” Harry said. He stood up, forcing Tracey out of his lap. She looked angry for a moment before calming down at the expression on Harry’s face.

“Look,” Harry addressed the two girls, “neither of you have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m not going to report you to the Ministry or anything. You don’t need to fuck me just so that I won’t try to fuck Daphne.”

The two girls looked more than a little surprised at his words. They looked at one another for a moment, communicating silently. “Thank you, Harry,” Tracey finally said. “I really appreciate it.” She glanced over at Daphne. “We really appreciate it,” she said a little louder.

Daphne finally looked over at Harry. “Thank you, Potter,” she said quietly.

“Don’t mention it,” Harry replied, feeling a little awkward. This wasn’t at all how he had expected this to go. “Look, you two should head back to your dorms for the night. When you move in across the hall tomorrow, we can talk more. I just want to reaffirm that I don’t intend to force either of you to do anything you don’t want to.”

The two girls nodded at his words. “All right, Harry. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Tracey said as she walked over to Daphne. Tracey helped Daphne up to her feet. Harry saw Daphne’s legs shake slightly as she stood.

Harry walked them to the portrait door and opened it for them. Daphne stepped out into the hall but Tracey stayed back.

“Thanks again Harry,” Tracey said as she leaned in to hug him. Just as she got her arms around him, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I know you said we don’t need to do anything we don’t want to, but you should know that I do really want to fuck you.”

Harry was too surprised to reply as Tracey gave him a quick peck on the cheek before stepping back. She grinned, enjoying the surprised look on his face. “Goodnight, Harry,” she said, turning so quickly on her heel that the back of skirt billowed upwards and Harry got a quick peek at her green-silk panty-clad bottom.

Harry slowly closed the portrait door and leaned his forehead up against it. “Merlin, maybe I really will enjoy this.”

Chapter 3

The next morning, Harry woke and quickly got ready for the day. They had one free day in between arriving at Hogwarts and when classes started to get situated back at Hogwarts. For Harry, this also meant that today was the day that his two attendants would be moving in across the hall from him. He had just gotten showered and changed when he met up with Hermione outside of their rooms. She gave him a nervous smile. Harry could see that she must have barely slept last night. Not that Harry did either. He was too excited and his mind was filled with thoughts about Tracey.

They made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. There were already hundreds of students in the Hall. The pair walked to the Gryffindor table and sat near the edge by the staff table. Harry’s mother, Lily, was already there eating breakfast. She gave Harry a quick wave which he returned before she went back to her discussion with Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Hermione had only made it a few bites into breakfast when Ron sat down at the table across from them. He looked pale and nervous, carefully eyeing Hermione as he sat down. Hermione stiffened beside Harry and purposefully shifted herself so that she didn’t have to look directly at Ron.

“Alright, mate?” Harry said.

“Alright,” Ron replied with a weak smile. He opened his mouth to say more but the words never came. He slumped down in his seat before reluctantly beginning to fill his plate.

A minute of awkward silence passed as the trio slowly ate their food. Neither Ron or Hermione seemed particularly hungry as they mostly just picked at their food. Harry did his best to try to catch either of his friend’s gazes but they were both doing their best to be as awkward as possible.

Harry sighed. “Look, I get that this is a weird situation, but we’ll work through it together, alright?” He finally said.

Hermione didn’t reply but Ron gave a slight nod. “Right, I mean, it's not like we have to have sex-” the words ended as Hermione gave Ron a furious glare.

“I’ll see you later, Harry,” Hermione muttered as she abruptly stood up from the table and took off out of the Great Hall.

Harry looked back at Ron. “You’re an idiot,” he said bluntly.

“I know,” Ron said, dropping his head into his head. “Why did I say that?”

“Because it's so awkward that your brain can’t think of anything else?” Harry suggested.

Ron groaned. “I never . . . I mean, I just didn’t think-”

“You never do, Weasley,” Draco said as he approached Ron and Harry. “That’s your problem, you’re dumb as a bag of rocks.”

“Go away Malfoy,” Harry groaned. “We don’t need this right now.”

Draco ignored him. “I just came over to see what got Granger in such a right state.”

“Why?” Ron exploded, venting his frustration that had been building inside of him since yesterday. “Since when do you even care?”

Draco rolled his eyes at Ron. “I don’t, but I for one intend to not piss off the witch who effectively controls me.”

Harry frowned. “I was wondering, why did you become an attendant?”

“It’s none of your business, Potter,” Draco sneered. “Now where did Granger go? I need to speak to her.”

“I’m gonna kill him, Harry,” Ron growled as he stood up from his seat. His fists were clenched tight at his sides as he stepped up to Draco. For his part, Draco seemed utterly unconcerned by Ron’s actions. He looked over at Harry and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know where she is, Malfoy,” Harry sighed. “She might be in her room or in the library.”

“See, I knew at least you would be good for something. Too-da-loo Weasley,” Draco waved as he turned around.

“That’s it!” Ron snarled as he whipped out his wand. “Flipendo!” The jinx struck Draco in the back and sent him flipping through the air end over end. The blond haired boy landed on his back, groaning in pain.

“Mr. Weasley!” Lily shouted as she came around the staff table. She cast a silent expelliarmus, catching Ron’s wand as it soared over to her. “What do you think you are doing?”

Ron quickly shrunk back at the sight of Lily approaching him. The redhead had a glare on her face that could surpass even his own mother’s. “I was . . .”

“Twenty points from Gryffindor,” Lily said, “and a week’s detention with Mr. Filch.”

Ron sighed. “Yes, Professor.”

With a stern look, Lily handed Ron back his wand. Draco had already gotten up and was walking out of the Great Hall. Harry was surprised. Just a year or two ago, Draco would have sent a curse back Ron’s way, regardless of whether or not a professor was there to witness it. Harry was so focused on Draco that he didn’t even notice his mother approaching him.

“Harry, do you think we could talk in my office?” She asked him.

Harry nodded his head. “Okay, I’m ready to go now if you want.”

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Lily’s office was down in the dungeons beside her classroom. As opposed to most other rooms down here, she had managed to make the place look much more nice. She had fake windows installed, complete with charms to replicate the smells of the back garden at Godric’s Hollow. A few fungi for potion making grew in pots down here along the walls, and a nice lit fireplace kept the room warm.

Lily sat down at her desk. “Tea?” She offered.

“Please,” Harry replied. His mother poured them each a cup before she leaned back.

“How is Hermione doing?” Lily asked Harry.

Harry grimaced. “Not well,” he answered honestly. “I think she was hopeful that she could end up with someone who was nice and would be good for her, not Ron or Malfoy. It sucks that she had two chances and neither of them fit what she was hoping for.”

Lily nodded and sipped at her tea. “The poor girl looked terrified. It was worse than that time she accidentally walked in on James a couple summers ago when he was getting changed.”

Harry snorted at the memory. Hermione had been visiting and was positively traumatized by the event. James had laughed it off but Hermione couldn’t even look at him for two days afterward. “I visited her last night to talk. She thinks that she might just leave Ron and Malfoy to their own devices. Maybe make them fetch books for her from the library but that’s it.”

Lily laughed. “That sounds like a perfect use for Hermione. Though, who knows, maybe she’ll end up finding that she actually likes one of them.”

“I don’t think that’s likely,” Harry said, making a face. “Ron is just a friend to her and Malfoy has been a prat for years.”

Lily hummed. “Who knows, people can change over time. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ron and Draco both end up changing their behaviour due to the situation that they're in.”

“By the way mum, do you know why Draco is an attendant?” Harry asked.

“What do you mean?” Lily replied.

“Well, Draco’s wasn’t dumb. He did well in his classes. So he must have chosen to become an attendant,” Harry explained.

Lily nodded. “It did seem strange to me too, but I don’t know any more than you do.”

“Hmmm,” Harry hummed as he thought about Draco.

Harry and Lily both took another sip of tea. “And how are you handling things?” Lily asked Harry.

Harry’s mind went back to last night and a small blush came across his face. “That good, huh?” Lily joked.

Harry spat out the tea in his mouth as Lily laughed at him. “Mum!” He exclaimed as he took out his wand and cast a drying charm on his mum’s desk.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lily laughed. “I just wanted to make sure that nothing was going badly for you. Your dad and I were a little worried about you. You seemed really nervous before we left for Hogwarts, and then when I announced your attendants.”

“Yeah, you try having your mum announce something like that,” Harry muttered.

Lily chuckled. “Oh trust me, your grandmother loved to tease me and your dad when we were younger. Now it’s your turn to suffer.”

Harry rolled his eyes and sipped at his tea. “It’s a bit of a weird situation. Daphne only became an attendant to escape a marriage her father was trying to force her into. Tracey decided to join up with her. Apparently, it was Tracey’s dad who managed to get this policy of multiple attendants put in place so that Tracey and Daphne could be together.”

“Wow,” Lily said in surprise. “I never knew that Edward Davis would go that far to help his daughter.”

“You know Tracey’s dad?” Harry asked.

Lily nodded. “He was a couple years above your father and I at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw if I remember correctly. Tracey’s mother is Olive Davis, a Ravenclaw the year above us. They both seemed nice enough, but I can’t believe he’d go this far.”

Harry bit his lip nervously. “Please don’t mention this to anyone besides dad. I wouldn’t want . . .”

“Don’t worry, Harry. We won’t tell anyone,” Lily reassured him.

Harry smiled back at his mom. “Anyway, like I said, it's all a bit weird. I think we’re going to talk more about everything today. I don’t think that we’re really going to do anything . . . Merlin, why am I even talking to you about this,” Harry shook his head and avoided looking at his mum.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. Everyone has sex and your father and I have known that this has been coming for a long time. We’ve gotten past awkwardness, mostly,” Lily joked tried to comfort her son.

“At least that makes one of us,” Harry muttered under his breath.

“Hey, just don’t do anything in the Great Hall or in my class and we can both just pretend like nothing has really changed,” Lily smirked.

Harry took in a deep breath. “I’m just going to block the past twenty minutes out of my memory if that’s alright with you.”

“Just be sure to use the charm to make sure no one gets pregnant yet,” Lily laughed at Harry as he stood up from his seat.

“I’m leaving!” He shouted, trying to drown out the sounds of his mother’s voice.

“Remember to stay safe!” Lily shouted back at him, still chuckling as Harry ran out the door as fast as possible.

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Harry made his way back to the seventh floor corridor where his and Hermione’s rooms were. As he neared his room, a portrait across the hall swung open. “Merlin, walking up seven floors is ridiculous,” Draco said to himself as he stepped out of his room. He paused when he saw Harry. “Potter,” he nodded.

Harry frowned. “Why are you being so . . . tolerable, Malfoy?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Look, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other I imagine. Do you want to fight with me every day?”

“No,” Harry answered slowly.

“Then, how do you act towards someone who you don’t want to fight with?” Draco asked like he was speaking to a child.

“Politely,” Harry answered.

“Gold star for you, Potter,” Malfoy declared. “Now, do you think you can get Granger out of her room? She refuses to speak to me.”

“I wonder why?” Harry asked aloud as he walked over to Hermione’s portrait-door. “Hermione!” He called out.

The portrait opened a crack. “Harry?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, can I come in?” Harry smiled at her.

“Oi! I wanted Granger to come out here,” Draco exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the corridor around them.

Harry ignored him and stepped inside as Hermione let him in. She had taken off her outer robe and had half a dozen books open on her desk. “Deciding to get ahead on school work to avoid facing Malfoy?” He asked.

“Harry,” Hermione said warningly.

“Come on, Hermione,” Harry sighed. “Have you even said one word to Malfoy yet?”

“No, and I don’t plan on it,” Hermione replied petulantly.

“Why not? I get he’s a prat and all but there is a certain situation that needs to be discussed,” Harry said.

Hermione turned to face him angrily. “That man has called me a mudblood for the past five years! I’m not going to go speak with him just because he’s pestering me now.”

Harry held up his hands in surrender as Hermione deflated. “I get that, believe me, I do. But that hasn’t stopped you from talking to him before, even if it’s just to insult him. Why don’t you just tell him to piss off and to leave you alone?”

“Because . . .” Hermione paused as she stared up at the ceiling. Harry recognized it as a sign that Hermione was trying to quickly come up with an answer.

“Come on, I’ll go with you,” Harry said, stepping beside Hermione. “If he says anything that isn’t perfectly polite, I’ll hex him for you.”

Hermione sighed. “You aren’t going to leave until I go out and talk to Malfoy, are you?”

Harry grinned at her. “Nope, so we better get going.”

“Fine,” Hermione said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

Harry grabbed her hand to stop her from running away as he opened up the portrait door. Draco was standing outside, looking very displeased.

“Granger, I-” Draco began but Harry cut him off.

“Apologize for calling her that filthy name for years,” Harry demanded.

Draco raised an eyebrow towards him. “This doesn’t concern you, Potter.”

“Oh yes it does,” Harry shot back, “and if you want your life to not be miserable, I’d suggest that you apologize right now.”

Draco looked like he was going to be stubborn for a moment, but then he swallowed his pride. “Granger,” he said, staring at Hermione. “I sincerely apologize for calling you a mud- . . . that slur for the past five years.”

Hermione just stared at Draco through tired eyes. Harry could practically see the thoughts flowing through her head. “Fine, I’ll accept your apology, but you need to promise not to use that word again.”

“I promise not to call you-”

“No,” Hermione said firmly. “You have to promise not to use it again, not just not call me it.”

Draco pressed his lips together tightly. After a moment, he gave in. “I promise not to use that slur again. Satisfied?”

“Very,” Hermione said angrily. “Now, what do you want?”

Draco seemed to simmer down. “I wanted to discuss the expectations of our arrangement.” He shot a glance at Harry. “Alone.”

Harry looked at him. “Anything you share with Hermione she’ll share with me.”

“I don’t care, Potter,” though Draco looked like he very much did care, “I just wish to speak to Granger in private about this.”

Harry looked at Hermione with a questioning look. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. “It’s fine, I’ll talk to him alone. I’ll see you later, Harry.”

Harry nodded, shooting Draco what he hoped would be a threatening look. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Harry stepped out of the way and Hermione let Draco into her room. With a final pacifying look at Harry, she shut the portrait behind her. Harry let out a deep breath and turned around to find Daphne and Tracey standing just down the corridor.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Draco apologized to a Gryffindor,” Tracey chuckled. “I wish I had a camera to capture the moment.”

Daphne rolled her eyes but Harry could see that she too looked pleased with what she had seen. “Are you two all moved in then?” Harry asked them.

Tracey looked over at Daphne who was looking right back at her. With a look, Daphne accepted defeat. “Yes,” she replied.

“Good,” Harry smiled, trying to defuse the awkward tension that was building.

Tracey seemed to be used to it though, she didn’t let the tension throw her off. “Do you think we could talk again in your room?”

Harry snorted. “Not gonna let yourselves in again this time?” He joked. Daphne shot him an annoyed look but Tracey was willing to play along.

“We thought we’d let you forget about that so we could slip some poison in your ear one night when you’re sleeping,” Tracey laughed.

“Don’t give away all of our plans now,” Daphne muttered. The portrait to Harry’s room swung open as Daphne approached it. She quickly stepped inside, leaving Tracey and Harry in the corridor.

“Sorry about her,” Tracey grimaced. “This whole situation over the past year has been really difficult for her.”

Harry waved it off. “It’s fine, I get it. Hermione’s really struggling with it all too.”

Tracey gave Harry a look. “Are you two . . . ?”

“Are we what?” Harry asked.

Tracey giggled. “I mean, are you two more than friends?”

Harry stared at her for a second before breaking out into a chuckle. “No, no. She’s my best friend, that’s it.”

Tracey nodded. “Good, I was hoping that this wasn’t going to be even more awkward. Come on, let's go inside,” she gestured at the door.

Harry followed Tracey inside. Daphne was already sitting down in the same spot as she had been yesterday. Tracey sat down beside her friend and smiled at her. “We just wanted to clarify your expectations of us,” Tracey explained. “As you know, an attendant is more than just for sex.”

Harry smiled awkwardly at that. “Yeah, I know,” he said, nervously running his hand through his messy hair. “I get that I can order you to take care of all of the boring stuff I don’t want to do, but like I said yesterday, I’m not going to order either of you to do anything you don’t want to do. So no random requests for snacks in the middle of the night or anything like that.”

Tracey smiled back at Harry. “Good. If you ever do want stuff like that done, you can always ask me. I probably won’t mind. However, little miss princess over here might have a more difficult time with that.”

Daphne glared at Tracey for that comment. “The school has house-elves to do those things. Potter should just ask for one of them to do it”

“See what I mean,” Tracey chuckled at Harry. Daphne frowned and seemed to sink back into her seat. Tracey reached out and took her friend’s hand. “Come on Daph, I’m only joking.”

It took a moment for Daphne to acknowledge her friend but eventually she nodded. Tracey patted the back of Daphne’s hand and looked back at Harry. “I’d prefer if you just ask me to do anything you need instead of Daphne.”

Harry nodded. “I understand.” He turned to focus on the blond-haired woman. “Daphne,” he said, trying to get her attention. Daphne reluctantly looked up at Harry. “I’m not going to ask you to do anything, don’t worry.”

“You’d better not ask Tracey either,” Daphne shot back. “You can do it yourself.”

“Daphne!” Tracey cut in sharply before Harry could say anything. “Calm down.”

“No, I . . .” Daphne suddenly got up and ran out of the room.

“What was that all about?” Harry asked Tracey.

Tracey let out a long sigh. She put her legs up on the couch and tucked them against the cushion beside her. “You have to understand, Harry, that from Daphne’s point of view, the most important man in her life tried to sell her off against her will for his own benefit. The only way to escape that was to become an attendant. On top of that, she hates the fact that I became one too.”

Harry gave Tracey a curious look. “What do you mean?” He asked.

Tracey gave Harry a small smile. “I told you yesterday that I only became one so I could stay with Daphne and make sure that she was safe. I didn’t want her to end up alone and miserable with some random student, even if it was better than her being married off. I wanted to be by her side, to make sure she always had someone she trusted with her. Daphne feels guilty about this. She feels like it's her fault that I sacrificed the rest of my life to become an attendant.” Tracey gave a quiet chuckle. “She didn’t talk to me for three weeks after I volunteered to be an attendant.”

Tracey looked Harry in the eye. “Honestly, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. But being an attendant isn’t something I was ever against. I mean, the pay is alright, but it was really down to who I would be matched up with that stopped me from ever deciding to do it. I wanted someone who I knew would treat me well and let me be me rather than just something to fuck whenever they wanted. I know some men and women want that but I didn’t. That’s why I’m happy I ended up with you,” Tracey smiled.

“But Daphne still thinks I’m not actually happy,” Tracey sighed deeply. “She’s worried that one day I’ll resent her for this, or worse. I know I’d never feel that way, but Daphne’s so confused right now. Her father, the one person she trusted above all others, betrayed her. It’s going to take a while before she gets her head back on straight.”

“I’m . . . I’m really sorry to hear that,” Harry said honestly. He couldn’t truly imagine how bad Daphne had to be feeling right now. “Look, I can pay for her to be released from her contract in five years time when the contract allows it. I promise that I won’t make her do anything while she’s still my attendant.”

Tracey smiled at him. “I knew you were the right choice.”

Harry smiled back. “Don’t worry about it. And just so you know, I’m willing to do the same with you. I won’t make you ever do anything and I’ll release you from your contract in five years.”

Harry could see tears pooling in Tracey’s eye but she held them back. “Thank you, Harry, but to be honest, I don’t know if I’d want to be released from you.”

“Really?” Harry said, surprised.

Tracey nodded. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I was happy I ended up with you. More than a few girls at Hogwarts have had crushes on you, you know.”

Harry blushed. “You mean . . .”

Tracey rolled her eyes and giggled. “Yes, you big dunderhead. For a few years now.”

“You know you could have said something to me,” Harry told her.

“I tried but a certain redheaded friend of yours wouldn’t let any slimy snakes near you,” Tracey said.

“I’ll kill him,” Harry deadpanned.

Tracey laughed again. “Would have saved me a lot of time and trouble.”

Tracey stood up from her seat and Harry followed suit. “I need to go check on Daphne. Thank you again Harry, for everything.”

“You can stop thanking me,” Harry smiled, “I’m pretty sure you’ve filled your monthly quota.”

“Maybe,” Tracey replied. “Say, do you have any plans after supper tonight?”

“Not really,” Harry answered.

Tracey nodded. “I’ll meet you here then. I want to talk some more.”

Harry felt a goofy smile come on his face. “I’d like that too.”

Tracey blushed and looked away. “Till later then.”

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Supper was much less awkward than breakfast had been. Ron never showed up. Harry had asked Seamus where Ron was and the Irish-man had told him that Ron was hiding in the Gryffindor common room, refusing to come out. It wasn’t like Ron to miss a meal, he was obviously nervous or embarrassed about this morning.

Harry had been surprised to find Hermione and Draco already at the Gryffindor table when he had arrived. They weren’t talking, but they weren’t hexing each other either. Tracey and Daphne had arrived soon after Harry. Daphne still seemed quite subdued, and she was steadfastly avoiding meeting Harry’s gaze. She talked quietly to Tracey and Draco occasionally but mostly stuck to eating.

Tracey was quiet too, but she kept sending Harry looks that made a smile come to his face. Though they barely spoke to one another during the meal, Harry loved just spending time with her. She seemed so warm and caring. Every time she smiled he couldn’t help but smile back. Hermione had noticed and had given Harry a smirk but he didn’t mind in the slightest.

When they all finished supper, they walked back to their rooms together. Partway up the stairs, Tracey had fallen instep beside Harry. She walked so close to him that their arms kept rubbing up against each other. When they got to their rooms, Daphne, Hermione, and Draco each went into their respective rooms, but Tracey and Harry waited out in the hall. Once everyone else was gone, they slipped into his room.

The portrait hadn’t even closed behind them yet when Tracey lunged forward and captured Harry’s lips in a kiss. Harry’s knees went weak as he kissed Tracey back, wrapping his arms around the brunette. Harry pushed Tracey back against the wall as they kissed for minutes, only briefly pausing when they needed to catch their breaths.

After a few minutes, Harry broke away and looked at Tracey. She had a big grin on her face. Seeing him looking at her, she licked her lips and grabbed the collar of his robes. Tracey pulled off his outer robes and discarded them carelessly on the ground. She pushed back further into the room and down onto one of the high-backed chairs by the fireplace.

Tracey shrugged off her own outer robes and pulled off her tie. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she climbed on top of Harry and sat down on his lap. Harry wrapped his arms around Tracey and went back to snogging her.

Harry couldn’t believe the situation he was in. He had dreamed about this moment for years but now it was finally real. His hands ran up and down Tracey’s back, touching every inch of her that he possibly could. For her part, one of Tracey’s hands had snaked in between the buttons of his shirt and on to his bare chest. His years of Quidditch practice and exercising had left him lean and with nicely defined muscles. Her fingers ran up and down his chest as she rocked her hips against his.

Harry groaned into Tracey’s mouth as her thigh rubbed up against his hardened cock. She giggled as broke off the kiss and pressed her chest against him. Harry started to kiss her neck as hands moved around to the front of Tracey’s shirt which he began to unbutton.

Tracey leaned back to let her white shirt fall back off her shoulders, leaving her in a green-coloured bralette. “Eager are we,” Tracey giggled as she gave Harry a peck on the lips.

“Maybe if you hadn’t teased me last night, I wouldn’t be so eager,” Harry replied as he kissed down Tracey’s neck. He eventually hit a spot which made Tracey gasp and her entire body press up against him.

Tracey reached around behind her back and unhooked the bralette before skillfully sliding down her arms. Harry couldn’t help but lean back and appreciate the sight before him. Tracey blushed under his gaze but still brought one hand up to cup one of her large breasts. She pinched a rosy-pink nipple in between two of her fingers. “Touch me,” she told Harry breathlessly.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He brought his hand up and cupped Tracey’s free breast. He felt the weight of it in his hands, gently squeezing it to feel it. Her nipple hardened as his fingers brushed over it. Tracey moaned and moved her hand off her breast to grab Harry’s shoulder so she could steady herself.

Leaning forward, Harry gently kissed one of Tracey’s nipples. He caught it in between his lips and lightly sucked on it as his hands returned to roam over her body. Harry moaned as he moved on to kissing all over her tits. Tracey was leaning into him, grinding her pelvis down against Harry’s cock.

“Hold on,” Tracey said as she leaned back from Harry. Harry let out a sad groan as Tracey’s breasts moved away from his face. Tracey smiled down at him. “I have a feeling you might like this a bit more.”

Tracey slid back off of Harry and down to the floor. Harry’s breath caught in his chest as he realized what Tracey was going to do. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt as Tracey’s hands made their way up to his waist. Harry managed to get his shirt off of him just as Tracey unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his hips off of the chair and Tracey pulled off his trousers and his underwear in a single pull.

Harry’s cock sprung up as it was freed. Tracey seemed transfixed by the sight. She carefully reached out and grasped Harry’s cock with one hand. It felt amazing, and Harry couldn’t help but thrust his hips slightly into Tracey’s hand. Tracey was surprised and instantly tightened her grip but quickly relaxed it back and began to gently stroke Harry’s cock.

Tracey rested her head against Harry’s thigh, a smile on her lips, as she stroked his cock and stared up at him. “Can you tell me what your orders are, master?” She asked seductively.

Harry’s cock twitched in Tracey’s hand, eliciting a grin from her. Harry groaned. “You know what I want,” he said.

“Maybe, but maybe I don’t,” Tracey said as she slowed her stroking. She smirked at him. “I need you to tell me what you want.”

Harry swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth. “I want you to suck my cock.”

Tracey grinned. “Is that an order, master?” She asked slowly, teasing out every last syllable.

“Yes,” Harry groaned.

“Then order me,” Tracey replied back.

“I order you to suck my cock, Tracey,” Harry said, reaching forward to grab the back of her head and pulling it closer to her cock.

“Of course, my master,” Tracey whispered as she took the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth.

Harry’s hand lost its grip on Tracey’s head as her mouth engulfed his cock. The warm and wet sensation sent shivers down Harry’s spine. He let out a low groan as Tracey sucked, slowly dragging her lips over the head of his cock to the very tip. She gave loud, pouty kisses on the side of the shaft of his cock, making her way down to his pelvis.

Tracey brought her hand back and stroked Harry’s cock as she leaned down and began to suck on his balls. Harry nearly came right then and there. Tracey was staring up at him, leaning her head against his thigh, as she gently sucked one of his balls and stroked his cock. “I could die a happy man right now.” The vibrations from Tracey’s laughter sent a pleasurable wave through his cock.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I know I am,” Tracey said as she returned her mouth to his cock.

This time, Tracey bobbed her mouth up and down on Harry’s cock, taking him deeper and deeper each time. She seemed determined to hit the base. Keeping his lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, Tracey pushed her head forward until her nose was pressed up against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Tracey hummed and Harry had to grip the chair’s armrest to stop from cumming straight down her throat.

Tracey pulled her mouth off of his cock and took a deep breath of air, grinning at Harry. “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” he told her.

“Good,” she winked at him and took his cock back into her mouth. Her efforts seemed to redouble as she kept a tight seal with her lips around his cock. Harry leaned forward so that he could reach down and grab one of her tits, gently playing with it.

Tracey brought a hand up and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. Her mouth focused solely on the head. Her tongue was driving Harry crazy. It was moving wildly against the underside of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

“Tracey,” Harry groaned. “I’m about to-”

Tracey pulled her mouth off his cock but kept stroking it. A second later and Harry’s vision went blank for a moment as he felt himself cum. Long hot and sticky strands of his cum shot out from his cock, hitting Tracey’s face. It seemed like the moment would never end as Tracey’s face was hit with half a dozen spurts. Finally, his cock settled down and Tracey quickly took it back into her mouth.

She sucked the head of Harry’s cock as she stroked him, bringing that last bit of cum into her mouth. Finished, she leaned back and smiled up at Harry. Harry groaned at the sight. Tracey’s face had his cum all over it, and a small glob dropped down off her chin to land on her immaculate breasts. Without hesitation, Tracey lifted her breast up and licked the cum right off of it.

It took the pair a few minutes to get cleaned up and dressed again. Harry had offered to return the favour but Tracey refused. “Save it for another night,” she told him. “But here’s a little something to think about tonight.”

Tracey snatched Harry’s hand and pulled it underneath her skirt. She took two of his fingers and ran it up and down her damp panties. “I don’t think I can wait for another night,” Harry sighed.

Tracey smiled at him. “Is that an order, master?” She asked slowly.

Harry groaned and Tracey giggled at his reaction. “You might give me a heart attack doing that.”

“Good, you’ve given me a goal to aspire too,” she winked.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He kissed Tracey and his hands ran up and down her sides. After a minute, Tracey reluctantly pulled back. “I do need to get some sleep eventually tonight.”

“Fine,” Harry replied, “I’ll allow it.”

Tracey rolled her eyes at him. “Goodnight, Harry.”

Chapter 4

Harry woke up with a lazy grin on his face as he remembered the events of last night. Tracey had been amazing. That had been the first blowjob he’d ever received. Why had he waited so long to get one? Harry could feel his cock rapidly hardening as he thought about it. He made to deal with the problem himself, but he paused. Technically, he didn’t need to take care of his needs by himself anymore. He had someone that would do it for him.

Racing to get ready for the day, Harry quickly showered and got dressed. He grabbed his bag with all of his school supplies in it and quickly exited his rooms. Just as he closed the portrait door behind him, Hermione’s door opened.

“Morning,” she said sleepily as she stepped out. Hermione looked disheveled, completely unlike her usual self.

“Morning,” Harry replied as he carefully examined his friend. “You alright, Mione?” He asked.

“Fine, fine,” she waved him off.

Harry looked on sadly at her. He knew that she wasn’t fine. “Was Malfoy a prat last night?”

“No,” Hermione answered quickly. “He was surprisingly nice. He apologized to me for how he’d acted up until now and said that he’d understand if I made his life miserable.”

Harry gave her a curious look. “And?”

Hermione huffed. “Of course I’m not going to, Harry. I told him I’m mostly going to let him continue on with his life. Even though he’s my attendant, since he’s still a student, he has just as much school work to do as I do.”

Harry shook his head. “You’re really missing a great opportunity here, Hermione. I’d love to see Malfoy running laps around the Great Lake because you ordered him to get in shape.”

Hermione giggled and gave Harry a bright smile, finally looking more like her usual self.. “That would be funny.”

Slowly, the pair started walking down the corridor towards the staircase. As they passed by the other rooms, Harry shot a quick glance off towards Tracey’s door. Apparently he wasn’t fast enough as Hermione noticed his look.

“So,” Hermione said slowly. “How is Tracey feeling this morning? Having a little trouble walking?”

Harry blushed deeply and gave Hermione a playful shove. “Shut up,” he muttered, making his friend laugh at him. “We didn’t have sex.”

Hermione noticed Harry wasn’t meeting her gaze. “But?” She prodded.

“We may have done a few other things,” Harry admitted, avoiding looking in Hermione’s direction.

“My little Harry’s growing up,” Hermione cooed, reaching out to pinch one of Harry’s checks.

Harry slapped her hand away. “You're worse than my mum,” he rolled his eyes. “It turns out that Daphne had to become an attendant to avoid being forced into a marriage. Tracey joined up with her so that Daphne wouldn’t be alone. Tracey’s dad was the one that pushed through the new policy that top students can get multiple attendants.”

“Remind me to thank her for that,” Hermione growled.

Harry smiled at her and continued on. “Even though she initially only became an attendant to stay with Daphne, she told me that she had actually considered becoming an attendant anyway. She only hesitated because she wanted to be matched up with someone who’d be nice to her and not just treat her like a sex toy.” Hermione snorted at that.

“As it so happens,” Harry grinned, “she finds me to be more than acceptable. She even told me that she’s had a crush on me for years now.”

Hermione laughed. “Her and half the girls at Hogwarts.”

“Not that many girls like me, Hermione,” Harry replied.

“Oh trust me,” Hermione said, patting Harry’s arm. “I’ve been asked more than a few questions by girls looking to get on your good side.”

Harry looked at her, exasperated. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “I tried a few times but you always brushed me off. You’re not exactly great at realizing when a girl is interested in you.”

“You mean all this time I could have been getting-” Harry stopped the words coming out of his mouth as he watched Hermione smirk at him.

“Getting what, Harry?” Hermione asked with fake innocence.

Harry let out a groan. “Never mind,” he said as he sped up his pace towards the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was already packed with students who were ready for the first day of classes. As Harry and Hermione walked in together, they found Tracey, Daphne, and Draco already sitting down at the Gryffindor table. They were being given a wide berth by the Gryffindor students. Though it was common for attendants to take their meals with their masters or mistresses, that didn’t mean that the rest of the students were necessarily polite to them since house rivalries were still very much alive and well.

As Harry and Hermione neared the table, he saw Dean Thomas, his former Gryffindor roommate, with his attendant Megan Jones sitting in his lap. The pair were kissing in between bites of food. At the Hufflepuff table, Harry saw an upper-year woman let out a moan as she threw her head back in pleasure. Harry could just barely see the back of the head of her male attendant peeking out from beneath her skirt.

Ever since the attendant program was created by the Ministry, social mores regarding sex had become substantially more lax. It was common to walk around Diagon Alley and see several attendants having sex with their master or mistress. As the attendant program led the way, slowly more and more regular couples had begun taking to having sex publicly as well. It wasn’t as commonly seen as attendants having sex, but the number of normal people having public sex was growing year after year. The Ministry did little to discourage it as it was seen as yet another way to help improve the magical birth rate.

Harry was thankful that his parents hadn’t taken up the practice yet. He had heard rumours at Hogwarts of some student’s parents who had decided to start having sex openly in their homes or out in public, even when their children were around. Harry wasn’t completely blind or deaf, he knew what his parents got up to when they sent him out of the house in the afternoon or when they went to bed at night, but at least they still had the decency to keep it out of his direct sight.

Hermione and Harry sat down beside Draco. He mumbled a short greeting and went back to focusing on his porridge. “Morning, Harry,” Tracey said with a blushing smile. Daphne, sitting beside her friend, rolled her eyes.

“Err, morning,” Harry replied awkwardly.

Hermione snorted and muttered under her breath. “Smooth.”

Even Hermione’s comment couldn’t get him down. After all, Tracey liked him. And after what she had done for him last night, Harry had been feeling a rush like he had just done a Wronski Feint before he snagged the golden snitch, winning the House Cup for Gryffindor. He couldn’t help but feel a smile play across his lips as he started putting breakfast on his plate.

“I’ll have to start learning your favourite foods,” Tracey smiled at him. “So I can get your plate ready before you come down to the Great Hall from now on.”

Harry chuckled. “You don’t need to go that far with it.”

“But I want to,” Tracey grinned at him.

Suddenly, Harry’s body stiffened in surprise as he felt a soft foot playing with his own. Tracey pretended to act innocently, casually eating her breakfast, as her stocking-clad foot slowly moved up and down Harry’s leg.

“So, Tracey,” Hermione said, “what subjects are you and Daphne taking this year?”

Daphne didn’t acknowledge her name being spoken but Tracey smiled at Hermione. “We’re both taking the same ones. Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Herbology, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes.”

Hermione smiled at her. “Looks like I’ll be in all the same ones as you. I’m also taking Transfiguration though.”

Tracey nodded and returned her gaze to Harry. Her foot had slowly made its way up past his knee and now she was rubbing his thigh with her toes. “What about you, Harry?”

Harry held back a shiver as Tracey’s foot moved to his other thigh. “Just Defence, Charms, Potions, Herbology, and Transfiguration for me,” he peeped out.

Hermione looked at her friend in concern. “Are you alright, Harry? You don’t look too well.”

Harry watched as Tracey bit back a laugh at him. “I’m fine,” Harry replied quickly before stuffing his mouth with a forkful of pancakes.

“You’d better be fine, wouldn’t want you to miss class with me today,” Lily said from behind Harry. Harry jumped in surprise. He hadn’t heard his mother approaching from behind him. She had a stack of timetables in her hands.

Lily quickly handed Harry and Hermione their timetables. “Mr. Malfoy,” she said, handing the blond-haired man his timetable.

“I thought Professor Snape would deliver these to us,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

Lily shook her head. “I offered to bring them over since I was already coming to distribute the Gryffindor’s. Speaking of which,” Lily said, taking out another two pieces of parchment. “Ms. Greengrass,” she handed the first one to Daphne. “Ms. Davis.” Lily handed the second one over to Tracey but she held onto the parchment for an extra moment. Harry could see her giving Tracey a knowing stare. Tracey’s foot reluctantly removed itself from Harry’s thigh.

“I’ll see you five in class right after breakfast,” Lily said happily, ignoring the moment that had just transpired, before she continued to move down the table to distribute timetables.

Tracey let out a groan as she let her head fall down into her hands. “Nice way to start off the year.”

Hermione looked between Harry and Tracey with a confused look on her face. Daphne shook her head at her friend. “It’s not like you’re dating him. Professor Potter knows what your job is.”

Tracey sighed. “She’s still my professor though. Merlin, this is going to be an awkward class.”

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Potions class, surprisingly, wasn’t as bad as Tracey imagined it would be. She and Daphne both partnered up together for class, right behind Harry and Hermione. Ron had come into the classroom seconds before class began. To his immense displeasure, he was forced to partner up with Draco since they were both Hermione’s attendants. The pair looked like they could barely stand each other but Draco’s talent in potions helped keep them on track during their brewing.

Much to her relief, Professor Potter had treated Tracey like any other student in her class. She never gave her any looks or snide comments. Harry stuck to the truce he had made with his mother yesterday to not call on Tracey to service him in her classroom. Tracey was more than glad to stick near the back of the classroom and to finish up her brewing with Daphne quickly and quietly. It was a marked departure from her normal personality.

The only awkward moment had been when Dean had asked his attendant Megan to slip under the table to take care of him. He continued on brewing his potion with his partner Seamus while Megan sucked his cock. Though all of the students were used to seeing such acts at Hogwarts, it was the first time that they had seen someone from their year doing it. By the time she finished him off and came out from under the desk with a big smile on her face though, everything returned back to normal.

When class ended, Ron was the first one out the door. Harry had hoped to catch his friend, but the redhead was out of sight by the time he managed to get out of the classroom.

“We’ve got Charms next,” Hermione said as she stepped out of the classroom beside Harry. Tracey and Daphne came following behind her, with Draco standing awkwardly off to the side. Harry shot him a curious look, wondering why the man hadn’t gone back to hang out with his Slytherin friends.

Harry and Hermione led the way to the Charms classroom. The room was already quite full with students from all four houses. Charms had the most number of sixth-year N.E.W.T. students out of all of the classes. The tiered benches along the side wall had students spread out all over. Harry spotted Ron, sitting against the far wall beside Neville Longbottom and a group of Ravenclaws.

“Do you want to sit together?” Hermione asked Tracey, Daphne, and Draco.

“Whatever you want,” Draco replied with a shrug.

Hermione frowned at him. “I thought you understood that you don’t need to follow me around all day if you don’t want to,” she whispered loudly at Draco.

The blond-haired man rolled his eyes at her. “And I thought you understood that I don’t particularly care either way.”

Hermione huffed and walked off towards the benches. “Come on,” Harry sighed, waving the group forward.

The only place they could sit together was at the very top row. Hermione and Harry sat on the leftmost side of the benches, with Tracey and Daphne right beside Harry. Draco sat on the other side of Daphne, though he shuffled down a little to create a small space in between himself and the rest of the group.

Professor Flitwick, the short part-goblin Professor, sat atop a stack of books down at the front of the room. “Welcome class, to the start of N.E.W.T.s level Charms. This year is the start of the advanced section where we will begin to examine charms which are necessary for several different professions. I’m sure that many of you will go on to work for the Ministry in some fashion, or you might become manufacturers of goods or shopkeepers. Each month we will focus on a different profession and the charms which are vital to its work. However, be mindful of the fact that many of these charms may serve important functions in other professions too. So be sure to work and study hard!”

Class progressed normally as Professor Flitwick began to discuss the syllabus and show off some of the more interesting charms that they’d be learning this year. However, before even a half-hour had passed, Harry noticed that a few attendants had already begun to get started working on their masters or mistresses.

Most attendants were just performing oral sex. Though most of them were also taking this class, their master or mistress was required to share their notes with them. It was expected that they would act almost like tutors to their attendants, ensuring that they managed to at least pass the class.

“Again?” Tracey muttered under her breath.

At Harry’s questioning look, Tracey subtly pointed a few rows beneath them. Dean and Megan were back at it again. Instead of her sucking him off though, she was climbing onto his lap. She had taken off all of her clothes, but Dean was still fully dressed except for his outer robes. Harry caught a glimpse of Megan unzipping Dean’s trousers and took out his cock before she slowly sank down on it. As her head tilted back in pleasure, she caught Harry and Tracey watching her. She gave them a lazy grin as she began to bounce up and down on Dean’s cock.

About a quarter of the students in the room were engaged in some form of sexual activity. Whenever the attendant brought their master or mistress to orgasm, they were free to get back to their seats and to go back to taking notes. Though, a few girls especially made their attendants continue to pleasure them even after the girls had orgasmed.

Harry continued to take notes, doing his best to ignore the sights around him. Hermione, Daphne, and Draco didn’t seem particularly bothered by anything they were witnessing. They all continued to take notes as Flitwick continued to demonstrate different charms.

“Ah, Miss Jones,” Flitwick said. “You may wish to turn around so that you can view this particular demonstration. I understand that fashion design is a particular passion of yours.”

Megan whispered something to Dean and he nodded his head. Getting off of his lap for a moment, Megan placed her hands on the edge of the table in front of her and bent her knees. Dean angled his cock towards Megan’s pussy and the short dark-haired girl slowly engulfed it. She sank all the way down until her plump ass rested on Dean’s lap. She wiggled around from side to side as she adjusted herself before she began to bounce up and down on his cock again.

Megan let out a long, content moan. “Ready, professor!”

Flitwick gave her a gentle smile before waving his wand. A set of green robes appeared in the air beside him. Flitwick began weaving his wand back and forth in a complex pattern. After doing the pattern four times, he jabbed his wand at the robes and suddenly the pattern he had drawn in the air appeared on the robes in black.

“I can’t wait to learn that charm,” Megan told Flitwick.

Suddenly, Dean grunted and grabbed Megan’s hips. He forced her back down onto him. Megan leaned back against Dean’s chest as his cock filled her pussy with cum. He reached up to grab one of her tits as he thrust his hips up against Megan, shooting his last few spurts into her.

Professor Flitwick had returned to his lecture while Dean came inside of Megan. Harry felt Tracey’s eyes focused on him. He turned his head to look at her. The brunette had a cheeky grin on her face.

“I may have noticed that you’re having a bit of a problem,” Tracey whispered. She reached over to his lap and poked his erect cock. “Want me to take care of it for you?” She asked. Her warm breath tickled Harry’s ear and reminded him of the pleasure he had gotten last night.

Suddenly doing it in public seemed a bit daunting. Harry shot a quick glance over at Hermione. His friend noticed his look and she rolled her eyes. “I don’t care, Harry,” she whispered to him.

Harry nodded, finding his mouth drier than usual. He looked back at Tracey. “Alright,” he whispered back to her.

Tracey smiled at him and shifted on the bench. She rolled over onto the side of her hip. Her butt was pressed up against Daphne’s thigh. The blond-haired girl gave the pair a look that Harry couldn’t quite decipher. Abruptly, Daphne turned her attention away from them and back to Flitwick.

Tracey leaned over Harry’s lap. She balanced herself with one hand on the bench and used the other to unzip his pants. His cock was already ready for her. Tracey fished out his cock, giving it a few quick strokes.

Before she continued, Tracey pulled a hair tie off of her wrist and tied back her hair in a loose ponytail. Finally ready, she leaned down and took Harry’s cock into her mouth.

Harry held back a groan at the pleasurable sensation. Tracey’s tongue immediately went to work by wrapping itself around the head of Harry’s cock, teasing it. Tracey shifted her position, curling up closer on the bench beside Harry, as she began to take his cock deeper into her mouth.

Clenching his fist at his side in order to maintain some semblance of decorum, Harry looked down at Tracey. She was completely focused on sucking his cock. Her lips were sealed tight around his shaft, and her fingers were softly dancing around his cock. Her head leaned back against his belly and the two of them made eye contact. Harry loved the sight of Tracey smiling around his cock.

Pulling her mouth off of him for a moment, she whispered up at him. “You better be taking good notes for the both of us.” Then she went back to pleasuring him.

Harry grinned down at Tracey and ran his hand down his ponytail before he returned his focus back to Flitwick.

It was a surreal situation that Harry found himself in. He was staring down at Flitwick at the front of the room as he began to explain the next batch of charms in greater detail. Harry was jotting down notes on a piece of parchment, staying as focused as he could be, while trying to hold back moans and sighs of contentment while Tracey gave him a blowjob.

Tracey’s hand moved to gently play with Harry’s balls which were still hidden beneath his trousers. Her warm and moist mouth sent waves of pleasure through him, causing him to accidentally drag his quill down the parchment to create a ridiculously elongated ‘s.’

As Harry focused on taking his notes, he found himself gently thrusting his hips upwards almost subconsciously. Tracey took the hint and took his entire cock into her mouth. It really was one of the most pleasurable feelings he had ever had. She stayed down on him for several seconds before she had to pull her head back, coughing quietly as she tried to swallow the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.

“Mr. Potter!” Flitwick suddenly called out.

Harry’s body froze as he locked eyes with his professor. Tracey didn’t stop sucking his cock even though every student’s eyes suddenly focused on him. No one, except for those at the top row, could see Tracey sucking Harry’s cock, but they would surely notice that she was missing.

“Yes, professor,” Harry replied as evenly as he could.

“You succeeded in performing nonverbal spells during your charms O.W.L. exam in front of Professor Tofty, did you not?” Flitwick asked.

Harry inclined his head. “Yes, sir, I did.”

“Excellent,” Flitwick said, giving Harry a bright smile. He clapped his hands together. “This will be one of the overarching goals in many of your subjects this year. Being able to successfully perform nonverbal spells requires a great deal of magical discipline and skill. Mr. Potter here is already one step ahead it seems.”

While everyone’s eyes were still on him, Tracey suddenly took Harry’s entire cock back into her mouth as she lathered it with her tongue. Harry couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sensation, and he was sure that the look on his face reflected what he was feeling right then. A few students smirked knowingly at him, while some others looked on enviously. Harry peaked down to see Tracey trying to hold back a laugh even though his cock was still in her mouth.

As the lecture resumed, Harry shifted slightly in place. As he leaned back briefly, he saw Hermione looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He couldn’t help but give her a cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes at him. “Brag about it, why don’t you,” Hermione muttered as she returned her focus back to Flitwick.

Class was winding down now; there was only a few minutes before they would break for lunch. When Harry whispered that to Tracey, she picked up the pace and really started working his cock. As Flitwick ended the lecture and began to simply offer some advice and guidance to the students, Harry put down his quill and reached over to Tracey’s body.

Harry ran his hand up and down her side as she pleasured him. His hand moved down her body until he reached her butt. Harry squeezed one of her cheeks, causing Tracey to jump slightly in surprise. Harry let out a moan as the head of his cock was mashed against the roof of her mouth.

Tracey wrapped her tongue around to the underside of Harry’s cock and gently rubbed up and down the sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft. Abruptly, Harry knew that he was about to cum.

Harry let out a quick warning to Tracey before he felt his body tighten up. He came in Tracey’s mouth. She locked her lips around the head of his cock as she continued to stroke his shaft. Streams of cum shot into her mouth. Harry could feel the hot substance mixing with the saliva in mouth, pooling around his cock.

After he stopped cumming into her mouth and he felt his body sag down as all of the tension released from his body, Tracey slowly dragged her lips upwards. Harry’s wet cock flopped out of her mouth and he quickly stuffed it back into his trousers and zipped them back up.

Tracey sat upright again, steadying herself on Harry’s shoulder. She looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth. Harry saw his cum on her tongue for a second before Tracey closed her mouth and swallowed.

Harry let out a long sigh. “This is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me,” he joked.

Tracey let out a giggle and smiled at him as all of the other students stood up in the room as class ended.

Chapter 5

Harry stretched out on Hermione’s couch with a self-satisfied grin on his face. Hermione was pacing relentlessly back and forth in front of her bed, muttering under her breath. Suddenly, she turned to face Harry. “Get rid of your good mood,” she demanded. “I need you to be angry too!”

Harry only laughed in response. He only had Hermione's huff as a warning before he saw her charge at him. Harry didn’t have time to move out of the way as Hermione tackled him, sliding the couch back a few feet across the stone floor. “Ooof,” Harry let out as his breath left his lungs.

Hermione was planted on top of Harry. She moved around so that she was sitting on his chest. “Harry James Potter, you better not laugh at me again. This is serious,” she told him with an annoyed look on her face.

A smile began to creep on Harry’s face but Hermione’s glare shut it down. “Merlin, all three names and everything,” he muttered quietly. “All right, you win. Now get off me,” he said more loudly, reaching up to tickle her sides. Hermione jumped up off of him and spun out of reach of his fingers.

Harry sighed as he sat up on the couch. “Malfoy only made a joke. You don’t need to get so worked up over it.”

“But I am!” Hermione shouted as she plopped down on the couch beside Harry. “Who the hell does he think he is?”

“Draco Malfoy, probably,” Harry answered sarcastically.

Hermione gave him a withering glare. “Why am I even friends with you?” She asked aloud.

Harry grinned at her. “Because you love me.”

“Less and less with each passing day.”

Harry placed his hand over his heart dramatically. “That was so hurtful.”

“Piss off,” Hermione muttered.

“Boy, Malfoy must have really annoyed you to make you curse so much,” Harry said.

“Obviously he did!” Hermione exclaimed. “Just because everyone else is fucking their attendants doesn’t mean that I’m going to fuck him.”

Harry held back a laugh at his friend. Earlier today, Hermione had made a comment about how it seemed like every attendant in the Great Hall was busy fooling around with their master or mistress. Draco, in his typical deadpan manner, jokingly asked if she would like him to service her so that she could join the crowd. Needless to say, Hermione nearly hexed him right then and there.

“I mean, you must have thought about at least,” Harry commented.

“Of course I have,” Hermione said, waving her arms for emphasis. “Every single day you tell me how amazing it is to have Tracey around and I obviously see in class everyday just how much you enjoy yourself.” Harry blushed lightly, but thankfully he was starting to lose his feeling of embarrassment more and more every day. “I just don’t want Draco bloody Malfoy to be the one to do that with me.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “At least he’s been much nicer to us this year. I’m even thinking about upgrading his status from barely tolerable to minor nuisance.”

Hermione couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at that comment, but it only lasted a half of a second before she looked angry again. “I don’t care how nice he’s been this year, he’s been a complete dick for the past five.”

“Have you managed to find out why he signed up to be an attendant anyway?” Harry asked her.

“No,” Hermione replied, shaking her head. “He always avoids the question or outright refuses to tell. I don’t know if it's a similar situation as Daphne’s or if it's something completely different.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Hermione?” Draco’s voice called out from the corridor.

Hermione grabbed her wand in her hand and made it three steps towards the door before Harry reached out to grab her hand and hold her back. “You don’t need to go to Azkaban over this, I’ll deal with him,” Harry told her.

Reluctantly, Hermione nodded. As Harry walked towards the door, Hermione called out. “Tell him that I ordered him to bring us snacks from the kitchen!”

Harry turned back to look at her. “Anything specific you want?” He asked.

Hermione shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m making that prat take at least five trips!”

Harry chuckled as he opened up the portrait door. Draco was standing outside, looking unusually uncomfortable. “Potter,” he said, not meeting Harry’s gaze.

“Oh, you’ve done it now Malfoy,” Harry grinned at him. He closed the door behind himself, mostly to protect Draco in case Hermione decided to come out and hex him anyways. “It’s rare that Hermione gets this mad.”

Draco let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, alright?”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Two apologies in one week. I’m impressed.”

“Can you just let me in so I can speak to Hermione?” Draco asked Harry.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t think you’d want to do that.”

Draco sneered at Harry. “I think I would.”

The temptation to let Draco into Hermione’s room so that she could hex him to bits was almost too tempting for Harry to resist. Thankfully, his good nature prevailed. “Trust me on this one, Malfoy. You walk through that door and she’s going to curse you.”

“Bugger,” Draco muttered. “I had hoped that she wouldn’t be that mad.”

“She can hold a grudge pretty well. To start with, she asked me to order you to go get us snacks from the kitchen,” Harry chuckled.

Draco glared at Harry. “Fine, what does she want?”

Harry gave Draco a big smirk. “She doesn’t know. But I’m sure that you’ll guess wrong on your first five trips or so.” At Draco’s groan, Harry chuckled again. “Hey, you’re the one that signed up for this.”

Draco made to reply but swiftly shut his mouth. “Right, snacks. I guess I’ll be back shortly.”

Harry enjoyed the sight of Draco stomping off down the corridor. Any time that the blond ferret was annoyed was a good time for Harry. He started to whistle a tune and walked back to Hermione’s room when Tracey poked her head out of her door. She gave Harry a brilliant smile when she saw him standing there. “Good evening, Miss Davis.”

“Enchenté, Monsieur Potter,” Tracey giggled as she ran over to give him a hug. “What was Draco doing out here?”

“Trying to apologize to Hermione. For some reason, I decided to save his life and not let him speak to Hermione directly.”

“That mad, huh?”

Harry nodded his head. “I was just talking with her in her room. Do you want to come hang out with us?”

“Are you sure?” Tracey asked him. “Normally you two just hang out in the evenings by yourselves.”

“Well, I really only need a witness in case I annoy Hermione enough that she attacks me,” Harry joked. “Seriously though, it would be nice for us just to hang out as friends.”

“Of course master, whatever you say,” Tracey laughed.

Harry led Tracey into Hermione’s room. His best friend looked surprised to see Tracey coming in but calmed down when she saw Harry follow in behind her. “Needed some stress relief, huh?” Hermione asked playfully.

Tracey laughed. “Actually my jaw’s a bit too sore for any more action today.” She rubbed her jaw to make her point.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Tracey. “Maybe if you stopped teasing him so much then he’d be able to calm down and give you a break.”

Tracey blushed lightly. “You’ve noticed that, huh?”

“Obviously,” Hermione snorted. “In class, in the Great Hall, in the corridors,” she tapped her fingers as she listed off each location. “Just because you’re only focused on Harry when you show him a bit of skin doesn’t mean that the rest of us can’t see it too.”

Tracey smirked at Hermione. “It seems like you’ve been paying pretty close attention to what Harry and I get up to.”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to blush. She had to look away from Tracey and Harry to avoid any further embarrassment. “It gets a little frustrating when I don’t have anyone to help me out,” she muttered.

Harry led Tracey over to the sitting area. She sat down in a chair across from Hermione while Harry sat down on the couch beside Hermione. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss what you have available,” Tracey suggested.

Hermione looked ready to shout at Tracey too but it was only thanks to Harry placing his hand on her arm that she remained calm. “Neither of them are suitable,” Hermione told Tracey sternly.

Tracey gave Hermione a gentle smile and shrugged her shoulders. “I get that you feel really awkward doing anything with Ron, but Draco’s genuinely not the worst option in the world.”

Hermione groaned. She felt like she had said this a hundred times already today. “Draco has been a prat for years. I don’t care that he’s suddenly being nice to me now.”

Tracey gave Harry a knowing smirk. “Do you know why he’s suddenly being nice to you?”

Hermione furrowed her brow. “Because he doesn’t want me to make his life miserable as my attendant?”

Tracey shook her head and grinned at Hermione. “It’s because he likes you.”

Both Harry and Hermione looked at Tracey with utter disbelief. “No he doesn’t,” Harry said. “He hates Hermione. Or, at least, he did.”

“You wouldn’t notice these things, Harry,” Tracey told him. “For years in the Slytherin common room, we always heard Draco complaining about you, Hermione. And Harry too, but Hermione really seemed to especially irk him.”

Hermione snorted. “Sounds about right,” she muttered.

“A few people joked that he had a crush on you, Hermione. If you had seen his reaction, maybe you would believe me,” Tracey told her. She hummed in thought. “Haven’t you asked him about why he’s had such a sudden change over the summer?”

Hermione and Harry both nodded. “I’ve tried to ask him, but he keeps avoiding the subject,” Hermione answered.

“Oh, so you two haven’t heard then?” Tracey said.

“Heard what?” Hermione asked.

Tracey’s eyes flickered between Harry and Hermione. “Draco got kicked out of his house for fighting with his parents over the status of muggleborns.”

To say that Harry and Hermione were shocked at what Tracey had told them was an understatement. Everyone knew that Draco’s parents were two of the most notorious anti-muggle and anti-muggleborn supporters in Britain. His father, Lucius, had tried to pass countless acts in the Wizengamot to limit the freedoms of muggleborn witches and wizards.

“What exactly did Draco say to them?” Harry asked Tracey.

Tracey shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. It was something along the lines of the fact that muggleborns aren’t actually as bad as his parents believe them to be. His father had told Draco about a new piece of legislation that he wanted to try to get enacted and, according to Theodore Nott, Draco blew up on his father. They had a big fight and Draco ended up spending the rest of the summer at Theo’s house.”

“Wow,” Harry said. “I’m almost impressed that he had the never to stick up to his dad.”

Tracey snorted. “I know, right? Trust me, for every time you Gryffindors heard him mention his father, we had to hear it at least three times from him.”

“Is this why he decided to become an attendant?” Hermione asked quietly. Harry couldn’t quite make out how his friend was feeling. She almost looked . . . sad and confused. But why would she feel that way over Draco Malfoy of all people?

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Tracey told her. She flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder. “Even though we were both in Slytherin, I wasn’t exactly close with him. Being a half-blood myself, I ended up being targeted by a few of his tirades too. It was only thanks to Daphne that I didn’t get the worst of it.”

Before anyone could say anything more, there was a knock at the door to Hermione’s room. Everyone’s eyes shot over to it. “Come in!” Hermione called out suddenly.

The portrait swung inward and Draco stepped inside. He was carrying a silver platter in both of his hands, covered with over a dozen different types of snacks. “What did you do to make the Hogwarts house-elves love you so much? They wouldn’t let me leave until each of them had added something special to this.” He walked over and set the platter down on the table in between the couch and chairs where everyone was sitting, completely oblivious to the stares he was receiving from Harry and Hermione.

Draco turned to face Hermione. “Is this fine or did you want something else?” He said with a tinge of annoyance in his tone. Hermione looked over at Harry who was avoiding her gaze.

“No, this is fine,” Hermione muttered.

“Will there be anything else then, or am I free to go?” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, thinking to herself. “Actually, Draco, can I talk to you for a bit.”

Draco looked surprised before he schooled his features back into their normal uncaring look. “Fine by me.”

“Alright, I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Harry, Tracey,” Hermione said.

Harry’s initial instinct was to ask to stay, if only to make sure that Hermione would be okay after she talked with Draco, but he decided against it. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he stood up.

“Have a good night, Hermione,” Tracey said as she got up too.

Harry cast a quick glance back as he and Tracey stepped out into the corridor. Draco sat down on the chair beside the couch just as the portrait door swung closed. He glanced over at Tracey. “Do you really think that Draco has changed?” He asked her.

Tracey took a moment to think about it. “I do,” she replied slowly. “At least, from what I’ve heard from everyone and from the few times I’ve spoken to him, it really does seem like he has calmed down and realized that everything that his parents taught him might not have been right.”

Harry nodded and let out the breath he was holding. “I’m just worried for Hermione.”

Tracey put her hand on Harry’s arm and smiled at him. “I know, and it's very sweet how much you care about her. Considering how brilliant she is in all of our classes, I’m sure that she’ll know best how to handle this situation.”

“I think so too,” Harry sighed. “I’d better get off to bed soon. I need to wake up early to visit the library so I can get started on McGonagall’s first essay.”

“You know Harry, you haven’t asked me to come sleep with you at night yet. I know that we have separate rooms because I’m allowed to sleep alone if I want, but I don’t mind spending the night with you,” Tracey told Harry.

“Well, I know. But we haven’t actually . . .” Harry trailed off.

“You mean we haven’t actually had sex yet,” Tracey grinned.

“Right,” Harry nodded as a smile came onto his face.

Tracey giggled at him. “You don’t actually need to fuck me if you don’t want to yet. I can just sleep beside you.”

Harry waved his arms in front of himself. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he said quickly.

“Everything’s just a bit new to you huh?” Tracey suggested.

“Exactly,” Harry said, relieved that she understood him. “To be honest, this whole thing has just been a little overwhelming. I mean, I still can’t believe that I actually have an attendant, let alone the fact that you really like to suck me off.”

Tracey laughed at his comment. “What can I say? You bring out a certain something in me.”

Harry grinned at her before he got a bit more serious. “Are you, you know, fine with having sex with me.”

“Of course!” Tracey blurted out. “How could you think otherwise?”

Harry ran his hand through his hair sheepishly. “I don’t know.”

“Trust me, Harry. I’ve been ready for a while,” Tracey reassured him. “In fact, over the summer, Daphne and I may have spent a little time . . . preparing ourselves for this year.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “You mean . . .”

“We just played around with each other. And a few enchanted objects. There won’t be any issues whenever you decide you’re ready to fuck me silly,” Tracey smiled at him.

Harry could feel himself hardening at the thought. “Alright, now I seriously need to go to bed before this conversation continues any further.”

“Having a bit of a hard time there, Harry,” Tracey giggled, emphasizing the word ‘hard.’

Harry rolled his eyes at her. “Goodnight, Tracey.”