The Attendants Chapters 6-10 (Patreon)

Chapter 6

Daphne shivered as she pulled her cloak tighter over herself. The cool September winds were starting to pick up at Hogwarts, making much of the castle feel incredibly drafty. She had just received a letter from her mother, asking how she was doing. It was the first time that they had spoken in over a month and, even though it was only by mail, Daphne was truly grateful that her mother reached out to her.

The awkward situation at home had been brutal to deal with. As soon as Daphne revealed that she had volunteered to be an attendant, her parents had both started screaming at her in anger. She had had to flee to Tracey’s house to avoid her father locking her up in her room and preventing her from going to Hogwarts. Her younger sister, Astoria, had been furious with Daphne too. She asked her why she couldn’t just go along with what their father wanted her to do.

The Swedish pureblood, Mr. Lundgren, that her father wanted Daphne to marry wasn’t a terrible man, she supposed. He had seemed genial enough when her father had invited him over. But he was nearly twice her age. She wasn’t attracted to him in any way and they had very little in common. According to the contract her father had proposed, Daphne would have been made to move to Sweden with him. Daphne could never do that, she couldn’t bear to be kept away from her best friend.

It seems that after a month, Daphne’s mother was willing to acknowledge the fact that it wasn’t exactly a fair situation for Daphne. She had been arranged to marry Daphne’s father when she was younger, and admittedly it had worked out nicely for her. She had expected that Daphne’s situation would have worked out just as well.

Now, Daphne’s mother was apologizing to her. She felt horrible that she had driven Daphne to such a drastic decision to become an attendant. She had littered her letter with questions about how she was doing, what her situation was like, and how Tracey was. Apparently Tracey’s dad had let her know that their daughters had been partnered together with Harry Potter. Daphne’s mum just wanted to hear from Daphne herself that she was safe and doing well.

Daphne clutched her mother’s letter to her chest and let out a deep sigh of relief. Her hands had been shaking the entire time that she had been reading the letter but now she felt much better. She had penned a quick response, letting her mother know that she was doing well. Truthfully, she wasn’t, but her mother’s letter had helped her tremendously.

For the first time, Daphne felt a little sad being at Hogwarts. She had few friends, preferring to only have a close few, and some of them had ostracized her since she had become an attendant. Astoria ignored Daphne every time she saw her, or called her horrible names. It was painful for Daphne to hear.

Tracey was doing well, but it seemed like she had genuinely fallen for Harry. Daphne wasn’t blind, Harry and Tracey’s relationship wasn’t exactly the same as other master-attendant relationships. Normally, attendants were only used for sexual relief and occasional companionship. Most of the time they were free to go about their day on their own as they pleased, so long as they remained near their master or mistress in case their services were required. However, Tracey and Harry were practically connected at the hip most of the time. Their relationship was closer to that of a genuine couple.

Daphne felt better now that she had seen how happy Tracey was. She had been worried for so long that Tracey was going to resent Daphne for making both of them become attendants. But the double-edged sword was that Daphne had spent a lot less time hanging out with Tracey than she had in previous years. Sure, they still chatted during the day and hung out a few nights every week, but normally they’d never leave each other’s side during their time at Hogwarts.

Daphne still felt a little bad that Tracey was the one stuck performing all of the attendant duties for Harry. She was giving him two or three blowjobs a day on top of whatever they got up to in private. Once, when Tracey was feeling a bit tired, Daphne had almost accidentally volunteered to take over for her. Daphne shook her head. Harry wasn’t a bad guy by any stretch of the imagination, but Daphne still was unsure about him. The fact that they barely talked to one another made him still feel like a stranger to her. She couldn’t imagine her giving herself over to anyone that she wasn’t close to.

Daphne’s thoughts left her mind as she reached the Owlery. A brown barn owl swooped down to the railing beside her and stuck out its leg. Daphne carefully secured her letter back to her mother to its leg and the owl quickly took off.

Just as she was about to leave, another owl swooped down towards her. Daphne frowned in confusion until she saw that it had a letter with her name on it attached to its leg.

Daphne reached out and took the letter from the owl and quickly unfurled it. It was from her father.

Daphne’s eyes widened as she read the letter. Merlin, this was going to be bad. She had to deal with this right away. She ran out of the Owlery back towards her dorms. She needed to find Harry.

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Tracey leaned back against Harry’s chest and sighed as he rested his head on her shoulder. It felt so nice to sit here with him, completely relaxed.

Harry wrapped his arms around Tracey’s waist and hugged her tightly against him. “Did you finish your potions essay yet?” He said softly to Tracey.

“Mmm hmm,” Tracey hummed in reply. “I can’t have your mother thinking poorly of me.”

Harry snorted. “She wouldn’t.”

Tracey raised an eyebrow, even though Harry couldn’t see her face. “Even though I’m the slut that’s sucking her son’s cock whenever he demands?” Harry could tell from her tone that she was just teasing him.

“You know, before the school year started, my parents were teasing me and telling me to just enjoy myself. I don’t think they particularly mind our situation,” Harry told her.

“Well, with each passing year it is becoming more socially acceptable I suppose,” Tracey said. “Plus, I’d say my encouragement is probably what got you that O on McGonagall’s essay.”

Harry chuckled. “Well, you sure do know how to motivate me to keep working when I’m stuck in the middle of an essay.”

Just as Tracey was turning her head to give Harry a kiss, the portrait door to his room swung open violently. Daphne ran into the room, clutching some parchment in her hand, with a deeply troubled look on her face. Instantly, Tracey was alarmed. She slipped off of Harry’s lap and ran over to meet her best friend. “What’s wrong?” Tracey asked concernedly.

Harry turned in his chair to find Daphne looking over at him. “My father’s coming to visit Hogwarts. Today. He’s demanding to speak with you, Harry.”

Harry furrowed his brow and stood up from his seat. “About what?” He asked.

Daphne bit her lip and glanced at Tracey. “He wants to find some way to be able to break my attendant contract with you so that I can go ahead with the arranged marriage he set up. Apparently, he filed the contract with the Ministry the day I told him that I had already signed my contract to become an attendant.”

“Shouldn’t that mean that his contract is void?” Harry asked Daphne. “I mean, it was filed after your attendant one.”

“It should mean that,” Daphne said, casting another glance at Tracey.

Tracey sighed. “But like with all things connected to the Ministry, connections and gold matter more than anything else. Just like my father managed to get a new policy pushed through and Daphne and I placed together, Daphne’s father can manipulate the Wizengamot the same way.”

“He’s threatening to turn this into a legal battle,” Daphne explained to Harry. “But he wants to meet with you to see if he can get you to agree to his terms first so that he can avoid a longer court battle.”

“So he’s going to get me to agree to give you up as my attendant?” Harry asked her.

“Exactly,” Daphne nodded.

Harry snorted. “Well, why would I do that?”

Tracey and Daphne both exchanged looks with one another. “Well, Harry,” Tracey said, stepping over towards him. “The Greengrass family is quite wealthy. Beyond just gold, like all other magical families, they have collections of rare and ancient magical objects. They could be worth a lot to the right person.”

Harry could see the worried looks the two girls were giving him. “Okay,” he said slowly. “But I don’t see why I’d care.”

Tracey groaned. “Picture it like this Harry. You're a Potter. You’re already from a relatively wealthy family. But the Greengrass family is one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Their fortune dwarfs yours. They could offer you a fraction of what they have and it would still likely be more than what your family’s wealth is.”

“Again, I don’t see why I’d care,” Harry shook his head. “I’ve never really needed a lot of money, or any rare and ancient magical objects.”

“You say that,” Tracey began, “but you haven’t seriously had a genuine offer on the table in front of you.”

“Look,” Harry said, stopping Tracey from saying anything further. “I told you both that I would never make either of you do anything you don’t want to do while you’re my attendants. Daphne, do you want to stay as my attendant.”

The blond woman didn’t hesitate in responding. “Yes. I don’t want to be married off.”

“Good, that’s that then. We’ll go tell your father that I’m not interested and then we’ll leave,” Harry said.

“It might not be quite that easy, Harry,” Tracey said softly. “Cyrus Greengrass hasn’t been known to not get what he wants. He won’t just put pressure on you, he’ll pressure your entire family.”

Daphne growled in frustration. “We don’t have time for this. My father is already here and we need to go see him.”

Tracey nodded. “Do you want me to come along?”

Daphne hesitated. “My father probably won’t allow either of us in the room when he’s discussing this with Harry.”

“Then we’ll wait outside of it until he’s gone,” Tracey said, taking her friend's hand in hers. “We’ll get through this together.”

Tracey smiled at Daphne and reached out with her free hand towards Harry. He took her hand in his and let him be pulled closer towards them. At Tracey’s hint, Harry held out his other hand in front of Daphne. She didn’t take it right away. She looked in his eyes for a few seconds. Apparently coming to some internal decision, Daphne nodded at Harry and took his hand. The trio stood there for a few more moments before they made their way out of Harry’s room.

The walk down towards the Great Hall was mostly silent, barring Daphne occasionally hurrying them along. Just as they were nearing the last corner before the Great Hall, someone stepped around the corner to block their path. Cyrus Greengrass, standing every bit as tall and proud as Harry imagined he did, stared down at him with a cold gaze. The man was tall and slim with short blond hair. Instantly, Harry could see the resemblance between him and his daughter.

“Mr. Potter,” Cyrus inclined his head cordially. He didn’t say anything to either Daphne or Tracey. “Shall we get this meeting underway?”

Harry felt a reassuring squeeze on his arm from Tracey. He nodded at Cyrus. “Of course,” he told the man.

Without hesitation, Cyrus walked down the hall past the trio without waiting to see if they were following him. Harry followed closely behind him while Daphne and Tracey trailed shortly behind. The man led them back down the corridor they had come from until he stopped in front of a wooden door.

Cyrus opened the door and gestured that Harry should come inside. Before Harry stepped through the threshold, Harry turned to look at Cyrus. “Considering the fact that this meeting will be affecting both of my attendants,” Cyrus bristled at the word, “I’d like it if both of them could sit in on this meeting.”

Cyrus seemed to consider this for a moment. “Daphne may join us, but not her,” he said, gesturing towards Tracey with a look of disdain on his face.

A brief flash of hurt crossed Tracey’s face but she quickly schooled her features. “Fine,” Harry replied. It was the best he was going to get.

Harry stepped inside and Daphne followed close behind before Cyrus came in and shut the door behind him. Harry had never been in this room before. It was a small room with a large rectangular table in the middle of it, surrounded by chairs. A floating chandelier above the table lit up as they entered the room.

Cyrus sat down as Harry and Daphne walked around to the other side of the table to sit. Once they were all comfortably seated, Cyrus folded his hands together and focused all of his attention on Harry. “Mr. Potter, presumably you know why I am here,” he said as a statement, not a question.

“I do,” Harry agreed.

“Good,” Cyrus replied. “First, a question if I may. What activities have you gotten up to with my daughter since she has become your attendant?”

Daphne gave her father a cold glare. “We have-”

Cyrus cut her off. “I was not speaking to you,” he said harshly to Daphne. “You will not speak unless I require it.”

Harry coughed, bringing Cyrus’s attention back to him. “If you mean to ask whether or not I’ve had sex with her, then no, I haven’t.”

Cyrus almost looked relieved at that. “What about any other activity?”

“No,” Harry replied coldly. “I respected her wishes to not be touched.”

“Excellent,” Cyrus said happily, clapping his hands together. “This will make things far easier. Mr. Potter, in essence, I wish to purchase Daphne from you. You see, she was contractually engaged to a man before all of this. My daughter misled the Ministry into believing that she was not, and therefore was eligible to become an attendant. While I am fully prepared to see this matter drawn out before the Wizengamot, I’d prefer to solve this problem today.”

With a snap of his fingers, a small pouch shot out from within his robes and into his hand. With a tap of his wand, the pouch expanded in size until it was even larger than Harry was. Carefully reaching inside, Cyrus withdrew a large piece of parchment. As he flattened it out on the table, Harry could see that it was Gringott’s promissory note.

“I am willing to offer you one hundred and twenty-five thousand galleons in exchange for you not contesting my claim when I present it to the Wizengamot,” Cyrus explained. He took out a quill and ink from the bag and set it down beside the note. Cyrus spun the note around and pushed it across the table towards Harry.

As Harry reached out to take it, he noticed Daphne clenching her hands over her lap. He shot her a glance out of the corner of his eyes and he saw that her head was down and that she was avoiding looking at him. Harry picked up the note and brought it up close to him so that he could read it.

As he was reading the note, Harry could see Cyrus looking at him with a smug smile on his face. This was a lot of money, and Daphne’s father knew it. Harry knew that his family was quite wealthy, having been around in the magical world for so long, but they only had a little over one-hundred and fifty thousand galleons in their vault, on top of their rare artifacts and other goods and holdings. With this much money, Harry knew that his family could afford quite a bit. His parents had been talking about refurbishing Potter Manor and moving in there for quite some time now, but they didn’t have the funds necessary to do so. With this, they’d be able to fully update the manor and still have a little left over.

Harry could even keep this money for himself, if he wanted. It would be plenty of money to buy a large house of his own outright. He’d be able to live independently, without needing to work for quite some time. He could afford to take curated trips around the world, visiting new and exotic places or historical magical sites. He could even invest his money and get a lot more back over the long term.

Even with all this running through his mind, Harry knew that he’d never accept the offer. He could see the look of hurt and disappointment that Daphne was doing her best to keep hidden. Harry wasn’t so cruel that he’d sell her to someone simply for his own gain. He wasn’t going to be like Cyrus.

“I will have to refuse your offer, Mr. Greengrass,” Harry said as he put the note back down on the table. He slid it over to Cyrus who was looking very annoyed at the moment.

“Fine, fine. If galleons aren’t your thing, then how about these?” Cyrus said as he reached back into the expanded pouch. He began pulling out strange objects that Harry couldn’t decipher, laying them out on the table one by one. He stopped when there were seven objects on the table.

“Any one of these could be worth no less than two hundred thousand galleons,” Cyrus explained. He pointed down to the first object, a longsword. “This here is the Fragarach, a powerful blade imbued with a Seelie Fairy wing to grant the wielder impressive control over wind-based magics.”

Cyrus gestured to another object. “This is a Wolfssegen charm designed to repel werewolves. One will not be able to touch you if you have this on your person.” He picked up the small charm and held it out towards Harry so that he could get a better look at it.

“All of these objects not only have great utility, but also great worth to people all around the world. I would offer you any two of your choosing,” Cyrus said as he spread his arms out over the selection.

“I’m not interested in giving Daphne back to you,” Harry said, standing firm on his position.

Cyrus’s eyes narrowed. “Any three objects,” he offered.

“No,” Harry replied plainly, crossing his arms over his chest.

A look of fury came over Cyrus’s face. He leaned over the table so that his face was only a few inches away from Harry’s. “Listen here, Mr. Potter,” he said with a venomous tone, “I am not one to be trifled with in such a manner. Now you had better give me back my whore of a daughter before I decide that I will go after you with everything at my disposal.”

Harry wanted to groan. This man was an absolute ass. What would his father do in a situation like this, Harry wondered.

Suddenly, a thought came into his mind. “Fine, I’ll sell Daphne back to you,” Harry said calmly.

Cyrus grinned at Harry and sat normally back in his seat. Daphne cringed beside Harry and wouldn’t even look in his direction. “Excellent now-”

“I want one million galleons,” Harry interjected.

“A million,” Cyrus said, his eyebrows raising. “That’s-”

“Hmm,” Harry hummed over Cyrus’s voice. “Now I want two.”

Cyrus’s face grew angry again. “What are you-”

“Now it’s four million,” Harry smiled at him.

Cyrus slammed his hands down on the table before he stood up. “What are you playing at, Potter?” He spat out.

Harry grinned. “You see, I decided that every time you spoke without accepting my offer, I’d double the cost. It’s eight million now by the way.” Harry noticed the small smile that played across Daphne’s lips, even as she tried to hide it from her father.

“You-” Cyrus began to shout when suddenly the door to the room opened. Both Harry and Daphne looked up to see a positively furious Lily Potter standing in the doorway. She already had her wand in her hand as she strode into the room.

Just as Lily made to close the door behind her, Harry and Daphne both caught sight of Tracey, waving and grinning at them from out in the corridor. Harry bit back a laugh. He could kiss Tracey right now. She had gone and found the one person that would be more likely to hex Cyrus than to bother listening to his negotiations.

“Mrs. Potter, this is a private meeting-” Cyrus began to say, but he was silenced by the tip of Lily’s wand pushing up against his chin.

“As you have made threats towards the entire Potter family, I believe that I have perfectly within my rights to be here,” she said angrily to the man. “Now sit down,” she ordered as she walked around the table.

Harry smiled up at his mother. She looked at him and her features softened for a moment before she returned her focus to Cyrus. Lily sat down on the other side of Daphne and subtly took one of the girl’s hands into her own beneath the table. “I am disgusted by the fact that you attempted to hold this meeting behind the backs of the heads of the Potter family!” Lily shouted at Cyrus. “I am wrong in believing that custom dictates that matters involving the children of a family should be brought before the heads of the family immediately?”

Cyrus glared at Lily. “While I am aware that custom dictates such things, I would note that Mr. Potter is also a legal adult at eighteen years of age. As such, custom similarly dictates that as heir to the Potter family, he may act in the stead of the heads of his family.”

“But only if the heads of the family are still contacted,” Lily argued.

Cyrus smiled at her. “And I am sure that if you returned home that you will find a letter arrived this morning from me announcing this meeting. I merely assumed that you decided to send Mr. Potter here in your stead, as is his right.”

Lily growled. “You ought to be perfectly aware that I do not live at home during the school year as I am a Hogwarts professor.”

"Who am I to assume that? I sent it to your home address which is registered with the Ministry.”

Lily glared at the man. “Don’t play coy with me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Cyrus replied smoothly. “As I told Mr. Potter here, I am prepared to present the issue before the Wizengamot. I am certain that once they learn of my daughter’s deception to the Ministry that they will order her back to me.”

“I highly doubt that the Ministry is so incompetent to have been deceived by a single woman,” Lily countered. “Or are you suggesting that the Ministry is open to being manipulated by a sole individual to suit their own purposes?”

Cyrus gave Lily a calculating look. “I wouldn’t make such accusations lightly, Mrs. Potter.”

“And I wouldn’t show up here again unless you are here to serve us notice of a lawsuit before the Wizengamot,” Lily replied coldly.

Cyrus snorted. “You can’t stop me from coming to Hogwarts whilst my daughters are students here.”

“No,” Lily grinned. “But I can keep you away from Daphne. Like Harry, she too is eighteen years of age. A legal adult in the eyes of the Ministry. You have no right to have access to anything concerning her education at Hogwarts unless she grants you permission. Until such permission is given to you by Daphne, then I can keep you from approaching her here at Hogwarts. In fact, I think it's time for you to leave the grounds. Right now.”

Lily stood up and opened the door to the room with a flick of her wand. Cyrus stared at her with a cold look on his face. “I hope you are prepared for what is to come, Mrs. Potter,” he told her sincerely. With a few quick flicks of his wand, all of the magical objects and the promissory note returned into his expanded pouch. The pouch returned to its minute size and safely tucked itself inside of Cyrus’s robes.

The man gave Harry a final glare before he strode out of the room. As soon as he did, Tracey ran inside. “Are you okay, Daphne?” She asked, rushing over to her best friend’s side.

Daphne had her face mostly hidden from view by her long, blond hair. They acted like curtains, blocking anyone from seeing her face. “I’m fine,” she said quietly. Daphne paused. “Thank you all, for everything.”

Lily patted Daphne’s shoulder. She leaned down to whisper in her ear. Harry and Tracey couldn’t hear what Lily said but Daphne nodded after a moment. Lily looked up at the two of them. “I’m going to take Daphne back to my office for a while. You two should head on back to your rooms.”

Harry nodded at her but Tracey hesitated. “Is that what you want, Daph?” She asked concernedly.

Daphne only nodded again. “Okay,” Tracey replied. She leaned down to give her best friend a tight hug before she stood back upright.

Harry led Tracey back out of the room, glancing back behind to see Lily crouching down beside Daphne. She said something to Daphne which made Daphne suddenly reach out to hug Lily. Tracey glanced back too and saw them. “She’ll be alright,” Tracey whispered.

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“I can’t believe that her father is so horrible like that,” Hermione said, shocked from Harry and Tracey’s recounting of the events that had taken place earlier that afternoon. “Have either of you talked to her yet?”

“No,” Tracey said, shaking her head. “Professor Potter came by earlier to tell us that Daphne would be spending the night in her guest bedroom. Hopefully she’ll be back here sometime by tomorrow. She said that Daphne was feeling better. Though, Daphne is pretty good at hiding her true feelings usually.”

“We’ll all make sure that she’s fine,” Harry added in. “I know that everything has been a bit awkward since the start of the term, but hopefully she’ll start to open up a bit more.”

Tracey smiled brightly at Harry. “I think your actions today really showed her just what type of person you really are.” She leaned gently against his shoulder.

“You know, Potter,” Draco finally spoke up after listening to the recounting of the events, “if Cyrus Greengrass is really serious about getting Daphne back, you’re in for one hell of a fight.”

“I know,” Harry admitted. It felt odd speaking to Draco like this. After the other night when Hermione and Draco had spoken in private after Harry and Tracey left, he seemed to be even more tolerable than usual. He wasn’t a friend exactly, but Harry found that with each passing day he disliked Draco less and less. Hermione and Draco seemed to be on speaking terms at least, though Harry knew that Hermione still hadn’t used him as an attendant yet.

“We should get going,” Hermione said, standing up from her chair. “It’s getting pretty late.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed.

Draco and Hermione quickly said their goodnights and returned to their respective rooms, leaving Harry and Tracey alone in his room.

“Are you doing alright?” Harry asked Tracey.

Tracey nodded back at him. “I’m actually feeling pretty good about all of this. I still can’t believe what you did for Daphne.”

“Well,” Harry said as his cheeks turned a light pink, “I’m not a complete tosser.”

Tracey giggled. “No, you’re not.” She leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. “Well, I guess I should be getting to bed too,” she said after breaking away from Harry.

Just as Tracey made to take a step back, Harry spoke. “You could spend the night here. If you wanted,” he told her a little sheepishly.

“Oh?” Tracey said, raising a single eyebrow. “On the couch?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean,” he said, reaching out to grab her hands and pull her back closer to him.

“I’m afraid that I don’t,” Tracey said with a devious smirk on her lips. “Perhaps you could enlighten me.”

“You can sleep beside me in my bed,” he told her, pulling her arms back and forth in a little dance.

“Is that all you want to do? Sleep?” Tracey asked.

Harry smiled at her. “Maybe we could do a little bit more.” Harry pulled her in close so that their bodies were pressed up against each other. “I’ve been wondering how you taste for a while now.”

“Then maybe you should do something about that,” Tracey said breathlessly.

Harry didn’t need any more prompting as he picked Tracey up into his arms. She leapt up as he did so, wrapping her legs around his waist. Tracey giggled as Harry slowly walked over to his bed before throwing her on to it. With a wave of his wand, the lights in the room dimmed. The roaring fireplace sent flickers of light around the room as Harry shrugged and took off his tie.

Tracey stared up at him with hungry eyes as Harry slowly undressed himself. He took him time unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt before he started working on the buttons over his torso. Tracey went to get up to rip the shirt straight off of his body when Harry’s words froze her. “I order you to stay lying down on the bed.”

The controlling words had an immediate impact on Tracey. She instantly obeyed, laying back down. Her skirt had hitched up a bit, showing off more the creamy skin of her thighs. Harry could feel Tracey’s eyes on him as he took off his shirt. She licked her lips at the sight of his chest. Harry snorted at her over the top reaction but Tracey didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were completely focused on his toned chest and the faint outline of his abs.

Harry’s pants were the next to go. He undid his belt and unbuttoned them quickly, allowing his pants to fall freely down his legs. He reached down, taking his socks off as he removed his pants completely. He was just standing in his underwear now. His semi-erect cock pressing up against the thin material.

Tracey squirmed on the bed, rubbing her thighs together. She wanted to get up and touch him so badly but she was still following Harry’s orders. It was incredibly rare for Harry to actually order her to do anything without her prompting him to do so. Though there wasn’t any sort of magical force making her follow his orders, Tracey always got a pleasurable feeling throughout her body when Harry acted confidently in charge.

Harry got onto the bed on his knees. He spread Tracey’s legs apart and placed himself in between them. Tracey went to reach for her own white, button-up shirt but Harry stopped her. His hands grabbed her wrists and he whispered to her. “Let me do it.”

Slowly, Harry undid the bottom two buttons of her shirt. Her nearly flat stomach and flawless skin appeared beneath his fingertips. He slowly ran his hands over the revealed flesh, revealing in the smooth sensation. He heard Tracey’s breath hitch as his fingertips dipped underneath the hem of her skirt.

Moving his fingers away from her waist, Harry began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. Eventually, the last button was removed and he opened up her shirt. Tracey had a white lace bra over her ample breasts. “Take them off,” Harry ordered Tracey.

Harry slipped his hands underneath Tracey’s waist to help her lean forward. She quickly shimmied out of her shirt and unclasped her bra. Harry gazed down at Tracey’s chest as she revealed her luscious breasts to him. As she tossed her bra aside, Harry pushed Tracey back down onto the bed.

His hands found her breasts instantly. Harry loved the feeling of Tracey’s breasts as she gently massaged them. His fingers brushed across her already hardened nipples, causing Tracey’s breath to pick up. As much as he enjoyed having her like this, there was something else that Harry had been dying to do.

With one swift motion, Harry grabbed Tracey’s skirt and panties and pulled them down her legs. Tracey shivered underneath him as she lay completely bare in front of him for the first time. “You’re so gorgeous,” Harry told Tracey as he kissed his way down her body.

Finally, Harry reached what he had been dreaming about since Tracey first flashed him her panties. There, her pussy was waiting for him. Harry shifted on the bed so that he was lying down in between her legs. Slowly testing the waters, he reached a sole finger towards Tracey’s pink lips. He dragged the tip of his finger along her wet slit. As he pulled his finger away, a light strand of her wetness came away with his finger. Tracey let out a quiet sigh.

Harry brought his finger to his lips and tasted it. It was fairly neutral in flavour, with faint hints of musk and almost a metallic flavour. Harry found that he didn’t mind the taste one bit. Harry squirmed forward on the bed until his mouth was just inches away from Tracey’s pussy. He reached out with both hands and very gently spread her pink lips apart. Instinctively, Tracey widened her legs slightly so that Harry would have better access to her.

Harry moved his mouth forward until his lips touched Tracey. He could feel her whole body stiffen under his hands as he stuck out his tongue and licked her. Tracey sucked in a deep breath as Harry continued to experience this for the first time.

It was a blissful experience. Harry took his time exploring Tracey’s pussy. He licked up and down in between her lips, enjoying the sounds that Tracey was making due to his actions. Harry glanced up at her face and he could see Tracey looking down at him with a smile.

“Here,” she said, reaching forward with one hand to guide him. She brought his attention to a little nub that appeared from beneath a hood of skin. Harry stuck his tongue out and gently ran it across the piece of exposed flesh. Instantly, Tracey’s legs tightened in on either side of him and one of her hands gripped his hair.

Slowly, Harry continued to lick Tracey’s clit, using her body language to guide him. As he did this, he gently slid one of his fingers into her pussy. The tight canal gripped his finger, even though it was becoming more and more lubricated with her wetness. Harry explored her inner flesh, running his finger along her walls. More and more, Tracey was squirming beneath him.

“Keep going,” Tracey said, urging Harry on. He brought his lips together and captured her clit in between them. He gently sucked as his finger found a different textured bit of flesh inside of her pussy. Tracey’s body jerked and twisted slightly to the side as she let out an incredible moan. Harry took that as a good sign and kept sucking and rubbing those two spots.

It was only a few seconds later that Tracey called out his name as she came. Her legs closed tightly, squeezing Harry’s head in between them. Her pussy tightened up as well in a wave-like pattern around his finger. Harry slowed his ministrations as Tracey’s chest heaved up and down. He was slightly distracted by the sight of the way her breasts jiggled as she caught her breath.

“Merlin,” Tracey muttered. She brought a hand up to wipe away the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. “Come here,” she told Harry.

Harry moved on the bed until he was right above Tracey. She greedily grasped his head with her hands and brought their lips together in a kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth as she kissed him deeply, pulling him down on top of her.

Tracey chuckled into the kiss. “Well, I can certainly feel that you’re ready for the next step,” she said as she pressed her thigh against Harry’s erection.

Harry groaned at the sensation, making Tracey giggle at him. “Here,” Tracey said. “Let me help you.”

Tracey reached down and grasped Harry’s underwear, pulling it down. Harry got it off of his legs and took a shaky breath as his erection throbbed at the sight of Tracey’s body below him. Tracey was grinning at him as he basked in her beauty. “I want to fuck you so badly,” Harry told her quietly.

“Then do it,” she replied.

Harry positioned himself over Tracey’s body as she reached down to grasp his erection. Harry’s cock jumped at the contact. Getting down onto his elbows, Harry felt the head of his cock brush against Tracey’s slick opening. Tracey moved his cock up and down, slightly lubricating the head of his cock on her wetness.

“This won’t hurt you, right?” Harry asked for clarification.

“No,” Tracey smiled at him. “It’ll just be pleasure.”

Harry nodded and took a deep breath as he slowly pushed his hips forward. As the head of his cock entered Tracey’s pussy, he let out a groan as to how tight she was already. Beneath him, Tracey let out a similar sound. Harry got a couple of inches in before he gently pulled back slightly, before going back in. His cock pushed deep inside of Tracey until he felt his balls touch her skin.

Harry’s legs shook as he pressed his chest down onto Tracey’s. Tracey groaned at the feeling of fullness inside of her. Harry could feel his toes curling back at the feeling of being so perfectly surrounded by Tracey’s warmth. He kissed her as he kept his cock completely inside of her for a minute.

Eventually, Tracey rolled her hips, signaling to Harry that he should move. He slowly began to pull his hips back. He looked down in between them to see his cock, slick from her wetness, slowly emerge. Tracey was looking down, enraptured at the sight. Again, Harry slowly pushed back into her and the two of them locked eyes.

Once he was nestled back completely inside of her, Harry sighed. “I think I’d like to stay like this forever,” he told Tracey with a grin on his lips. Even now, his hips urged him to move. He made tiny thrusts, even though his cock was already completely inside of her.

“Well, I can at least promise you that you can have me anytime you want,” Tracey replied.

“I want you right now.” With that, Harry brought his hips back faster and then pushed back into her. He let out the air that was in his lungs as incredibly pleasurable sensations coursed through his cock to the rest of his body.

“And I want you to fuck me right now,” Tracey groaned as she brought her own hips up to meet his thrust.

Harry could do that. He began to fuck her at a better pace. It took a minute to get his hips to work the way he wanted, but he eventually struck a smooth rhythm as his cock pumped in and out of her pussy.

It was his first time having sex, and Harry knew that he wasn’t going to last long. The pleasure was just so overwhelming. Seeing Tracey smiling at him from below him, her breasts jiggling back and forth as he fucked her, and the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock was just too much to handle.

Abruptly, Harry knew that he was about to cum. His hips urged him onward, to thrust into Tracey even faster than before. Her back arched slightly at the increased pace, and she let out a loan moan as his pelvis pressed against her clit.

Harry felt the first burst coming. He buried his cock deep inside of Tracey’s pussy as he began to cum. He could feel her tight walls constricting around his cock, urging the cum to shoot deep inside of her. Harry groaned audibly as he came.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through Harry as his spurts of cum shot out inside of Tracey’s pussy. Tracey could feel Harry’s cock throbbing inside of her as he came, and the wet sensation from him cum. Harry buried his head into Tracey’s shoulder as his body forced him to make a few more shallow thrusts inside of Tracey’s pussy to urge out the last bits of cum from his cock.

Finally, Harry felt his body sag down in pure bliss. He let himself rest on top of Tracey, his cock still buried inside of her. “Wow,” he murmured dumbly.

Tracey giggled. “Wow indeed,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “So, are you ready to fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want?” She whispered into his ear.

Harry felt his cock twinge inside of Tracey. “I can’t wait,” he whispered back. “I’m thinking about tomorrow, in the middle of Herbology. While everyone else is busy dealing with their plants, I’ll bend you over, pull your panties to the side, and fuck you right there.”

“Who says I’ll be wearing panties from now on,” Tracey winked at him.

Harry felt his body shiver again. “Merlin, the things you do to me.”

“The things you do to me, you mean,” Tracey countered. “Sitting beside you every day, just knowing that your cock is there waiting for me. It’s too much for any woman to resist.”

“Well,” Harry grinned, “I’ll guess we’ll just have to test out the limits to see how much each of us can take.”

“Just remember, if you want this to continue, you need to stay at the top of class,” Tracey teased.

Harry sighed in fake annoyance. “I suppose that I must shoulder all the responsibility for this great blessing.”

“Hey,” Tracey interjected, “I have to make sure my body stays in peak shape for you. And that I can handle all of your stamina.”

“Speaking of which,” Harry said, looking down to where his cock was still inside of her. “I think I’m ready for another round.”

Tracey snorted. “And originally you just invited me to sleep beside you.”

“Oh, well, I guess we can do that instead if you’d prefer,” Harry teased as he slowly began to slide his cock out of Tracey.

“No!” Tracey cried, wrapping her legs around Harry, keeping his cock trapped inside of her. “Don’t you dare.”

Harry laughed as he started gently thrusting inside of Tracey again. He could really get used to this.

Chapter 7

Harry groaned as his cock bottomed out in Tracey again. They had a free period that morning and both of them had just completed their Defence Against the Dark Arts homework when Tracey had suggested that Harry relieve some stress. By the looks she had been giving him all morning, Harry knew that it was really Tracey who wanted to relieve some stress but he didn’t hold that against her. After sitting beside her for a couple of hours with her chest ‘accidentally’ brushing up against his arm every time she asked him a question, Harry was more than happy to oblige her.

“Fuck,” Tracey shuddered as Harry’s cock hit the perfect spot inside of her pussy. Her arms were wrapped around his back, holding him as he fucked her.

The pair were panting as Harry continued to piston his hips back and forth. They were so caught up with each other that they didn’t hear the door to his room open.

“Merlin,” Daphne muttered as she took in the sight before her. “Again?” She called out a little louder, catching the attention of Tracey and Harry.

Daphne shut the portrait door behind her and walked in. “Hi, Daphne!” Tracey squealed as one of Harry’s fingers brushed against her clit. “We’ll be done in ugh . . .” Tracey groaned. “Slow down, Harry, please.”

“You’re the one that wanted this so bad,” Harry teased, though he did slow his motions. Eventually, he just buried his cock completely inside of Tracey, letting out a content sigh.

“What’s up,” Tracey said as she caught her breath.

“Am I going to walk in on you two doing this every single day?” Daphne asked as she gestured at the sweaty pair.

Harry and Tracey looked at each other and grinned. “Maybe,” Tracey giggled.

“It’s bad enough having to see it in class, you would think that you two would both need a break at some point,” Daphne rolled her eyes.

“He’s/She’s insatiable,” Harry and Tracey both said simultaneously. The two of them looked at each other again and dissolved into laughter. Tracey unconsciously rocked her hips against Harry’s, causing him to pull back a bit to make a few short thrusts inside of her.

“Can you just tell us what you need so that we can go back to this?” Tracey pleaded with her friend.

“You can start back up while I talk if you need to,” Daphne blushed lightly. “I just wanted to ask Potter what type of flowers his mother likes best.”

Harry didn’t hesitate once Daphne gave him the go ahead. He pulled out of Tracey and flipped the giggling girl over onto her belly. Tracey rested her head on her arms so she could face Daphne. Harry spread her legs apart and angled his cock downward. He pushed against her wet slit and his cock slid in smoothly. He moved his hips forward until he was pressing up against her plump ass. The pair of them both moaned at the returning sensations of pleasure.

“I know that she really likes lilies, obviously,” Harry told Daphne with a smile as he pumped his cock in and out of Tracey. “But she also likes tulips and freesias.”

“Why did you want to know,” Tracey asked as her fingers gripped the bedsheets beneath her.

“I wanted to put together a thank you gift for her, for all of help over the past week,” Daphne said, somewhat averting her eyes from the scene before her.

Harry leaned forward to slip a hand under Tracey’s body to grab one of her breasts. He played around with it, rubbing his fingers all over Tracey’s flesh, as he kept up his thrusting. Tracey saw his head out of the corner of her eye and gave him a smile. Harry smiled back at her.

“I’m sure that she’ll really appreciate it,” Harry told Daphne. He was thankful that after the incident with her father, she was finally starting to talk to him more and more. It was much nicer than just getting a few short words as a response whenever he had tried to talk to her before.

“Was there anything else?” Tracey asked Daphne. They had toned down their fucking once Daphne had entered the room. Normally they were much bolder and louder with one another. But Tracey knew just how . . . distracting this could be for someone who didn’t have a partner of their own. She wanted to at least be a bit considerate for her best friend.

“No, not really,” Daphne replied. “We’ll need to leave soon to get to transfiguration though.”

Harry and Tracey glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes,” Tracey muttered.

“We’ll need to take a quick shower after this,” Harry commented.

Daphne sat down on Harry’s couch and took out her transfiguration book from her bag. Both Harry and Tracey looked at her oddly. Daphne never stuck around whenever they had sex, unless they were stuck in class together. Normally she would leave and head back to her own room so Harry and Tracey had taken to only having sex in the mornings and at night outside of class.

“Err, are you alright there, Daphne?” Tracey asked as Harry slowed down again.

Daphne kept her eyes focused on her book. “Yeah, I’ll just wait here for you two to finish and shower. Then we can leave.”

Tracey didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “You know that Harry and I need to hurry up and finish here and that we can get . . . well, a little loud.”

“I’ve heard you two from the corridor before and I’ve seen you do it in class, I don’t care. Do what you need to do,” Daphne waved off Tracey’s concerns.

Tracey shot a glance back at Harry. He shrugged his shoulders in response. “Alright,” Tracey said.

The sex Harry and Tracey had was a bit different in private than in public. They were able to be louder here and more adventurous. In class and other public places, it was expected that the students and their attendants would keep the noise at a reasonable level and not be overly disruptive to everyone else’s lives. It was a little strange to have their private sex in front of someone else, even if it was Daphne.

Tracey took the initiative and raised her hips slightly, pushing up with her knees, while still keeping her breasts and her down on the bed. Harry loved the sight of Tracey’s arched back beneath him. Harry grabbed on to both of Tracey’s hips and really began to fuck her.

It only took a few moments for Harry and Tracey to go back to their panting. One of the great things that they had discovered about each other is that they both enjoyed rougher sex. They had mild pain reliever potions if they ever needed it after having sex, but they were both learning each other's limits. Harry knew that Tracey could take a rougher pounding like this if he was careful and it only lasted for a few minutes. Given the fact that they had to get to class soon, rough sex was perfect.

“Fuck me, Harry,” Tracey groaned as Harry pounded his cock into her pussy. She shifted her legs a bit closer together to slightly tighten up a bit more around Harry’s cock. Harry groaned as Tracey used her muscles to repeatedly tighten her pussy around him.

“You feel so amazing,” Harry muttered as he slammed Tracey’s hips back against him as he thrust forward. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room.

Leaving one hand on her hip, Harry brought the other one forward to run through Tracey’s hair. He gripped her hair close to her scalp and yanked her head back, causing Tracey to moan in surprise. She was able to look up and meet his eyes while his cock pumped in and out of her.

Feeling absolutely amazing, Tracey couldn’t hold on any longer. “Fuck,” was all she got out before she came around Harry’s cock. Harry groaned as her walls tightened around him, trying to keep him buried deep inside of her. Tracey’s eyelids fluttered in pure bliss as her mouth hung open.

Harry didn’t stop fucking Tracey as she came. They had to get this done quickly. His eyes shut involuntarily as his cock became more and more sensitive to the wet heat inside of Tracey’s pussy. He felt absolutely amazing inside of her, it was incredible.

As Tracey came to her senses and her vision refocused, she noticed that Daphne was subtly looking at her. Her blond-haired friend had her Transfiguration text opened in front of her, but she hadn’t even flipped over to the next page yet. She was watching Tracey get fucked out of the corner of her eyes. Tracey gave her a lazy, orgasm-induced smile as she dropped her head down on to the bed. She let out a pleasure-filled sigh as Harry’s cock continued to fill her and stretch her in the most wonderful ways.

Harry returned both of his hands to Tracey’s hips as he neared his completion. His cock was pulsing inside of her tight pussy, and the sensations he was feeling were becoming overwhelming. He felt an explosion of pleasure freeze his body as cum shot out of his cock into Tracey. He groaned, burying himself deep inside of her and making tiny thrusts as he shot out spurt after spurt of cum.

Holding himself up with his hands pressed down on the bed on either side of Tracey, Harry let out a deeply content sigh. “Amazing as always,” he said quietly to Tracey as his brain regained its normal functionality.

“Bring your cock here,” she grinned up at him.

Harry obliged, slowly sliding his cock out of Tracey’s pussy. Tracey rolled onto her side as Harry moved up beside her. Reaching out to grasp his still hard penis with one of her hands, she brought it up to her lips and took it into her mouth. Tracey quickly cleaned the mixture of cum and her own fluids off of his cock before letting it back out of her mouth. She swallowed the accumulated fluids.

“Shower time!” Tracey exclaimed after a brief moment of respite. She quickly hopped up off the bed and took a couple steps towards Daphne as Harry went to his wardrobe to grab a couple spare towels.

“We’ll be back out soon,” Tracey told Daphne, standing complete nude before her. “Would you mind running to my room to grab my bag for me?”

Daphne finally looked up from her book. As she did, Tracey noticed Daphne’s eyes widen slightly before they quickly returned to their normal state. “I’ll take care of it,” she answered quickly, blushing, before quickly getting up and heading out of the room.

Tracey frowned and turned to face Harry. “That was weird, it’s not like she hasn’t seen me naked loads of times before. Why did she seem so surprised?”

Harry had an amused look on his face. “It might be the cum dripping down onto your thighs.”

Sure enough, as Tracey looked down, she could see a trail of Harry’s cum leading from her pussy down onto her thighs. “Oh,” Tracey said sheepishly. “Guess that was a bit much.”

Harry snorted. “You think? She’s never stayed in the room for something like this before.”

“I know, it was weird,” Tracey commented. Was Daphne . . . ? No, surely she wasn’t getting interested in actually acting like a real attendant for Harry.

Tracey glanced over at Harry who was walking over to the bathroom, seemingly unaware of the thoughts Tracey was having. While Tracey wouldn’t say that she was necessarily comfortable with sharing Harry with anyone right now, if she had to share him with someone, it would be Daphne.

Tracey shook her head, maybe she was over-thinking things. Maybe it was innocent enough for Daphne to stay in the room. Besides, Daphne was getting more and more used to Harry and Tracey fucking in class. She had even stopped making snide comments to Tracey in private about it. Maybe that was it.

Maybe.

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“Harry, we need to talk,” Hermione whispered to Harry, tugging at his arm as they walked down the halls of Hogwarts with Tracey and Daphne at their sides.

Harry shot her a careful glance. “Alright,” he replied quietly.

Quickly saying his goodbyes to Tracey and Daphne, Harry and Hermione made their way out of the castle and on to the school grounds. They walked towards the Great Lake. Without thinking about it, Harry cast a warming charm on both of them to keep them from being too affected by the chilly winds.

As they walked, Harry kept a close eye on Hermione. His best friend looked worried. As much as he wanted to ask her what was wrong, Harry knew from experience that it was best to let her collect her thoughts before she explained everything to him. So, he just stayed by her side.

Hermione bumped her shoulder gently against Harry’s arm, getting his attention. “So, I have something to tell you. And I don’t want you getting upset with me.”

“Why would I get upset with you?” Harry asked, genuinely confused.

Hermione looked away nervously. Harry could see a faint blush come across her cheeks. “Well, you see, Malfoy . . . I mean, Draco . . . he kissed me.”

“Yuck. Well, I guess I feel sorry for you,” Harry told Hermione, a smile playing on his lips.

“Prat,” Hermione muttered, shaking her head. “This is serious.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he put an arm around Hermione’s shoulder. She leaned against him as they both slowed their walk. “Hermione, I would never be upset with you over who you chose to snog. Well, unless it was Tracey.”

Hermione snorted at him. “If only you’d leave her alone for five minutes, I’d have my chance,” she joked, playing along with him.

“I’m not going to get upset with you just because you’re using Malfoy like an attendant is supposed to be used-” Harry was cut off by the curious look Hermione gave him.

Hermione cleared her throat. “I haven’t exactly used him like everyone else uses their attendants. I guess, it's a bit closer to what you and Tracey have going on.”

“Oh!” Harry exclaimed.

He knew what she was getting at it. Harry knew that he didn’t treat Tracey like other people treated their attendants. He had a real emotional connection with her, one that was building with each passing day. It was like she was his girlfriend. Most people used their attendants as sexual toys and little else. They spent time with them of course, but many of them also had real boyfriends and girlfriends. Tracey was one in the same to him. Though neither of them had necessarily vocalized their feelings on the issue, it was clear enough to Harry that Tracey saw herself as more than just his attendant.

If Hermione felt that way about Draco . . . well, truthfully Harry wasn’t quite sure as to exactly how he felt about that. Draco had been a thorn in their side for years, a constant dampener on their lives. But he genuinely seemed to be a much nicer person this year.

“Did this all just happen last night or . . .?” Harry asked Hermione.

Hermione shook her head. “Well, the kiss did. Draco’s been visiting me almost everyday. He doesn’t seem to be especially close with his old friends from Slytherin anymore. We’ve had a lot of time to talk. I don’t know, all of this just came on so suddenly.”

“Well,” Harry said slowly, “if he isn’t making an ass of himself, and he’s treating you well, then I don’t have any problem with it.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, looking up at him.

“Really,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Why did you even need to ask me in the first place?”

“Because you’re my best friend, Harry,” Hermione told him. “I care about what you think, and I know that we’ve had our problems with Draco in the past. I wouldn’t want to do anything that you had a real problem with.”

Harry smiled at Hermione. “I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy. And if you keep Malfoy in line.”

Hermione gave Harry a playful push and the two started walking again. After a few minutes, Harry decided to break the silence. “So, any idea what you’re going to do with Draco then?”

Hermione gave him an odd look. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Are you going to take things slow like you’re dating or,” Harry wiggled his eyebrows at her, “are you going to push for perks.”

Hermione groaned and looked away from him. “We’ll see what happens,” Hermione muttered.

Harry laughed. “Come on ‘Mione, you’ve gotta work out some of that stress somehow.”

“Maybe I’ll just push you into the lake. I think it’d do me a world of good.”

“As your best friend, I want you to be your best self. If pushing me into the lake will help you with that, then by all means.” Harry leaned over towards Hermione. “But just know that, as your best friend, if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me.”

Hermione laughed at Harry. “Fine, you’re safe. For today.”

Harry grinned back at her.

As the pair turned around to head back to the castle, Harry frowned. “Have you spoken to Ron lately?” He asked Hermione.

“No,” she answered, shaking her head. “He does his best to avoid me.”

“Same with me,” Harry grimaced. “Neville told me that he’s been spending all his time in the Gryffindor common room, hiding away from us. Him and Seamus seem to be hanging out more since Dean got himself an attendant too.”

Hermione didn’t have anything more to say. Harry could see from the expression on her face that she was worried about Ron. “Are you going to release him from his contract with you?” Harry asked.

“I think so,” Hermione answered after taking a moment to think about it. “But we can’t do anything until the five year mark.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I think maybe the three of us should sit down together and talk things out. I know that he isn’t especially happy with the fact that my attendants are both Slytherins.”

“Stupid,” Hermione muttered under her breath. “At least Draco’s fine hanging around with us Gryffindors.”

Harry smirked at Hermione. “Can’t get Draco out of your brain, huh?” Hermione blushed and Harry chuckled at her reaction.

“Alright,” Harry said. “I’m going to get Ron to meet with us this weekend. We’ll talk it all out then.”

“Fine,” Hermione said apprehensively.

“Do you want to bring Draco with you,” Harry teased. Apparently that was one joke too far as Hermione actually shoved Harry. He lost his footing and went tumbling down the bank and landed in the Great Lake.

Harry resurfaced in the icy-cold water with an annoyed look on his face as Hermione held her belly as she laughed at him. “That’s what you get for stressing me out!” She said, struggling to catch her breath.

“Just watch your back, Granger!”

Chapter 8

Harry’s mind struggled to focus on his mother’s lecture in potions class. He was so caught up worrying about Ron. The redheaded man had been avoiding him the past few days. It was only thanks to the Marauders Map that he had managed to corner him and tell him that he was going to come hang out with Harry and Hermione on the weekend. Ron had tried to refuse at first but relented once Harry threatened to kidnap Ron at night.

Still, even now in class, Ron was avoiding them. He refused to meet Harry’s gaze and instead just focused on taking notes. It was so strange to see Ron actually trying really hard in class. Though under the terms of his attendant contract Hermione was supposed to give a copy of her notes to Ron, he had steadfastly refused them.

Harry let out a quiet sigh. Tracey took notice of it and shot him a worried glance. She reached out to take one of his hands into hers and she interlocked their fingers together. She rubbed her thumb over the back of Harry’s hand, soothing him.

“Mr. Potter,” Lily called out.

Harry’s head snapped up. “Yes,” he replied.

Lily frowned at him. “Please pay attention, this will be the topic for your upcoming essay.”

Harry shook his head to clear away the distractions in his mind. “Sorry, Professor.” Lily gave him a careful look before she returned back to lecturing.

“Are you okay?” Tracey whispered to Harry as soon as Lily’s focus was gone from them. Harry shrugged at her. Tracey pondered that for a moment before giving him a small smile. “I know what might cheer you up.”

Before Harry could respond, Tracey’s hand left his. She deftly slid it under his waistband and into his underwear. Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “My mother is right there,” he whispered to Tracey through clenched teeth.

“It’s just my hand, Harry. She won’t notice,” Tracey quietly assured him.

She may be right, Harry thought to himself. It was very difficult for Lily to see behind the tables that they were all sitting at. Harry’s crotch was completely obscured from view. The smoke wafting through the air in the room from a couple of potions that Lily was brewing also helped to obfuscate some movements.

But that was his damn mother in front of him. He didn’t want to do this here.

Even still, Tracey knew what she was doing. Their relationship was still so new that Harry’s body couldn’t help but respond enthusiastically. His cock stiffened in his pants as Tracey slowly stroked him up and down. It only took a few seconds before Harry felt more relaxed.

Damn her for being right, Harry thought to himself as he shot Tracey a glare. She merely gave him a small smile back as she rubbed the head of his cock against the palm of her head. Harry had to bite back a moan.

Harry reached out and grabbed Tracey’s forearm to try to stop her but the woman just gripped his shaft tightly. Even as Harry tried to pull her hand away, she wouldn’t let go. “Relax, would you,” Tracey whispered to him.

Suddenly, Harry realized that the class was dismissed as everyone stood up from their seats. Tracey’s hand quickly slipped out of his underwear as she began to gather her own things. Harry quickly gathered up his own things. As he stood, he quickly covered himself with his outer robes to hide his erection.

Tracey, Daphne, Draco, and Hermione all led the way to their next class. Harry hung back just a couple of paces. He was annoyed with Tracey. Why did she think that she had the right to do something like that?

Suddenly, a small grin came on Harry's face. Though Harry had no sexual obligation to Tracey. She did to him.

Just as the group neared their Transfiguration classroom, Harry held Tracey back. He waved Daphne and the rest forward, telling them to head into class. Standing in the corridor just a few feet away from the classroom, Harry faced Tracey. “I wanted you to stop before,” Harry told her.

Tracey rolled her eyes at him. “Look, Harry. You are incredibly stressed out right now and you weren’t even paying attention in class. I was just trying to take your mind off of everything for a minute.”

Harry’s face twitched at her response. “You’re right, Tracey. I am incredibly stressed out. But you should know that I don’t want to do anything sexual when my parents are nearby.”

“Professor Potter couldn’t even see anything,” Tracey pointed out. “I did my best to be subtle.”

“Well now you’re going to do your best to do the opposite,” Harry said firmly.

“What?” Tracey said in confusion, cocking her head to the side.

“You heard me,” Harry replied, growing more confident. “Strip. Now.”

“Out here?” Tracey asked, gesturing around them.

“Class won’t start for another fifteen minutes,” Harry told her. “And besides, you told me I have some stress that needs to get worked out.”

Harry noticed the slight shiver that ran through Tracey’s body. “But everyone will see us here.”

“Exactly,” Harry said. “We’re the first ones to class today. Everybody is going to have to walk past us on their way in. And since you didn’t listen to me when I wanted you to stop when you were trying to be subtle, now we’re going to be as overt about this as I want.”

Harry watched as Tracey’s eyes had that subtle shift whenever she was getting horny. They had never had sex out in the corridor before where people would be walking past them. Even the few times that they had sex in class, it had always been at the back and no one had paid them much mind. Now, they’d just be like most of the other masters and attendants who had sex wherever and whenever they pleased.

“I gave you an order to strip,” Harry reiterated to Tracey.

The brunette slowly nodded. She let her outer robes fall casually to the floor before she slowly began undoing her button-up shirt. Harry decided that she was taking too much time so he stepped forward and just ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying down the hall. Tracey bit her lower lip at Harry’s actions.

Her bra went next, making her ample chest jiggle as she tossed it to the floor. Tracey arched her back slightly, making her tits pop forward as her hands reached her waist. She gripped her school skirt and let it fall down to the floor. She hadn’t been wearing any panties.

As Harry heard the first sounds of footsteps coming from around the corner, he undid the zipper on his trousers and pulled his cock out. It was still erect from Tracey’s earlier actions in potions.

Harry grabbed Tracey’s shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing the wall. He forced her to bend over and plant her hands on the wall for balance. Her pert ass was sticking out, just waiting for him. He could see the dampness that was already on her slit.

Harry spat some saliva onto his cock, quickly rubbing it over to give himself some lubrication, before he stuck the head of his cock into Tracey’s awaiting pussy. “Fuck,” Tracey moaned as his cock moved deeper inside of her. Harry grabbed the meaty flesh of her ass as his cock was surrounded by her incredibly pleasurable walls.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted a couple of Hufflepuffs walking around the corner. Harry took that opportunity to pull his hips far back before he slammed his cock back into Tracey. She let out a cry of pleasure as his hips rebounded off of her ass. Harry heard one of the Hufflepuffs chuckle at the sight. Tracey must have heard it too because her pussy tightened up around his cock. Harry saw her turn her head, peaking over at the approaching Hufflepuffs.

Harry thrust in and out of Tracey a few times, establishing a rhythm. Her pussy kept constricting around him. When the Hufflepuffs were right behind Harry’s back, he slapped Tracey’s ass and drove his cock deep inside of her. The brunette let out a loud moan as she let her body be pushed up against the stone wall. One of the Hufflepuffs snickered as the other shook his head as they walked into the classroom.

“Ugh, yes,” Tracey groaned as her body shivered. From how wet she was, Harry knew that him fucking her out in the corridor like this was really turning her on.

The slick sounds of Harry’s cock sliding in and out of Tracey’s pussy and his hips bouncing off of her tight ass filled the corridor. Steadily, a few more students began to trickle past them. Every single one of them looked at how Harry was giving it to Tracey. The fact that the brunette looked positively elated at the pummeling her pussy was receiving did not go unnoticed.

“Nice, Potter,” someone muttered as they walked past him and into the classroom.

“Did you hear that?” Harry said as he leaned forward to whisper in Tracey’s ear. “More than a few guys in our class have noticed how beautiful you are. How much they wish they could be me right now with their cocks in your pussy.”

“Fuck!” The words pushed Tracey over the edge and she came around his cock. Her legs shook so violently that Harry had to hold Tracey’s waist to help her stay standing up. Her pussy rapidly constricted around his cock as the orgasm tore through her body.

Harry chuckled at the lust filled look in Tracey’s eyes. “Is this what you’ve wanted more of?” He asked her. “Me to take control?”

“Yes,” Tracey answered breathlessly. “Merlin, I didn’t know it would feel this amazing.”

“Good, now get on your knees and suck my cock,” Harry ordered her. He knew that it would be hard to keep her legs steady if he kept fucking her. He’d give her a couple minutes reprieve.

Immediately, Tracey slid off of Harry’s cock and dropped down to her knees. She enthusiastically took Harry’s cock into her mouth, licking up all of her juices that were on him. Harry sighed in contentment as Tracey lavished his cock with her tongue.

A large cluster of students came around the corner at that moment. Harry shot them a cheeky grin as Tracey took most of his cock into her mouth. She hummed gently around it, sending pleasurable vibrations through his body, while her tongue ran itself back and forth along the underside of his cock.

Harry saw Tracey glance at the group of students out of the corner of their eye. Rather than shy away from them and their attention, she slowly pulled her mouth off of Harry’s cock. She showed off his thick cock to them. A couple strands of saliva stretched between the head of his cock and Tracey’s plump lips.

Tracey gave the head of Harry’s cock a couple of kisses as she stroked the shaft with one hand. She popped the head into her mouth and sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks. Harry groaned as her tongue swirled around him.

As the group of students neared, Harry grabbed a handful of Tracey’s hair. “Get up,” he commanded her.

“Yes, master,” she replied submissively as she stood up.

Harry pinched one of her nipples in between his fingers before rubbing his hand across her supple breast. Harry pushed Tracey back against the stone wall of the corridor and placed his hands on the underside of her thighs. Realizing what he intended to do, Tracey let Harry pick her and pin her against the wall. Harry shifted his hands so that he was holding her up by her ass while Tracey reached in between them and angled his cock into her pussy.

Harry gently let Tracey’s body sink down onto his cock. The weight of her on him like that felt incredible. Quickly adjusting the two of them so that they were stable, Harry began to fuck Tracey. Her ample breasts were pressed up against his chest as he pinned her to the wall. Tracey locked her ankles around Harry’s back so that his cock could reach even deeper inside of her.

As the group of students walked by, several of them muttering comments on what they were seeing, Harry captured Tracey’s lips in a kiss. The brunette kissed him like she hadn’t seen him in months. Her tongue instantly slid into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. She was moaning and cooing as Harry’s cock fucked her pussy.

With one hand, Tracey reached in between them so that she could rub her clit while Harry fucked her. Her other hand was around the back of Harry’s head, holding him in place as the two of them made out.

Harry’s cock felt amazing as Tracey’s pussy twitched around him. He was doing his best to fuck her hard and fast but it was a little bit difficult in this position. Still though, he put forward an admirable effort to overstimulate her pussy.

“Ahem,” a voice sounded from behind them.

Harry broke away from his kiss with Tracey and glanced over his shoulder to find Professor McGonagall standing there. “Hello Professor,” Harry replied nonchalantly as he continued to fuck Tracey.

“He- hello Professor,” Tracey moaned breathlessly. She leaned her head forward to gently bite Harry’s shoulder to prevent herself from moaning even more in front of her professor.

McGonagall shook her head at the pair. “Class starts in five minutes Mr. Potter, Ms. Davis. I expect you to be in the classroom by then.”

“Of course, Professor,” Harry grinned. “We’ll be there.” McGonagall walked off, muttering something about horny students.

“Did you hear that?” Harry asked Tracey as he gave her a particularly hard and deep thrust. Tracey let go of his shoulder and let out a loan groan of pleasure. “If I don’t finish in time, I’ll just have to carry you into class like this,” Harry threatened her.

Tracey quivered against his body. “Fuck, Harry,” she moaned.

Harry’s retort was cut short as Tracey’s pussy tightened around his cock again. It felt incredible as she came around him. Harry felt his own orgasm about to hit. He gave her a few more deep thrusts before he started to cum inside of Tracey’s pussy. She cried out as she wrapped arms around Harry, kissing him as the two of them rode out their orgasms together.

“That was-” Tracey began to say but words failed her.

Harry gently lowered her, waiting until Tracey’s feet touched the ground before he pulled his cock out of her. “I know,” Harry grinned. “I don’t think words can do it justice.”

Tracey shook her head in agreement.

“Now clean my cock and we’ll head into class,” Harry told Tracey.

Tracey crouched down and started to lick Harry’s cock clean. His cum slowly leaked out of her pussy and down onto the floor as she did her job. After licking and sucking off all of the fluids on his cock, Tracey gave Harry’s cock a few more strokes to get rid of any excess cum inside of his shaft. She kissed the head of his cock. “All done,” she smiled up at him.

“Good,” Harry replied as he took out his wand. With a quick wave of it, he gathered up all of Tracey’s clothes. Just as Tracey reached out to grab them, Harry pulled his hands back. “I don’t think you have time to get dressed out here,” he told her.

“Harry!” Tracey shouted as Harry took off for the classroom.

Harry ran inside, quickly finding his seat beside Hermione. His best friend gave him a quizzical look. Harry blushed lightly and avoided her gaze. Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes lit up with amusement and she smirked at Harry as Tracey quickly walked inside of the classroom completely naked.

“I can’t believe you Harry,” Hermione whispered to him, but Harry realized that she was trying to hold back a laugh.

Harry admired the sight of Tracey’s naked body as she quickly walked over to them. Her breasts jiggled in a lovely way as she reached out to snatch her clothes out of Harry’s hands. More than a few students turned to subtly watch Tracey get dressed as McGonagall began her lecture.

“Maybe next time you should listen to me,” Harry whispered to Tracey as she sat down beside him.

“Are you kidding?” Tracey smirked. “This is just making me want to act out more and more.”

A shiver ran through Harry’s body at her words. Tracey licked her lips at him and Harry let out a quiet groan. He glanced down at his pants to see the obvious erection that had come back. Tracey planted a hand on his crotch, gripping his cock.

“Need me to take care of this for you?” She asked innocently. “Master,” she added, whispering into his ear.

Harry could only nod as he began to start taking notes on McGonagall’s lecture. Tracey slid out of her seat and under Harry’s desk before she slowly undid his zipper. When his cock felt the hot air coming from Tracey’s mouth, Harry sighed. Getting an attendant truly was the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

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When Harry arrived at the Room of Requirement, he already found Ron waiting inside for him. Harry knocked before stepping inside of the already formed room. Looking around, Harry instantly recognized it as the Burrow’s living room. Harry had visited Ron’s home countless times as a kid and during the summers in between his years at Hogwarts. He could faintly smell Mrs. Weasley’s hot chocolate that he and Ron loved so much. How did the room manage to recreate that, Harry wondered.

Ron nodded awkwardly at Harry from the couch. “Alright, mate?”

“Alright,” Harry replied, sitting down on the rocking chair opposite Ron.

Ron was looking incredibly nervous, Harry noticed. It was like that time they had found half a dozen spiders hiding behind Ron’s dresser in his room at the Burrow. Ron had refused to sleep in his room for over two weeks until Bill came by and personally ensured that no spiders would be able to live in his bedroom any longer. Just like that time, Ron looked like he wanted to run away from the problem at hand.

When Hermione opened the door to the Room of Requirement, Ron stiffened in his seat. He couldn’t even look at Hermione as she sat down on the couch beside him. Thankfully, Hermione left a reasonable distance between her and Ron. Harry couldn’t imagine how much more awkward it would have been if Ron had gotten up and moved somewhere else.

“Ron,” Hermione said softly, making the redhead flinch. “Ron,” she repeated, trying to get Ron to look over at her.

Harry gave Ron a firm stare. Slowly, he turned his head to look at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. “Yes,” he replied as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“It’s alright Ron, I’m fine with this whole situation now. I’m not mad,” Hermione said, trying to reassure Ron that any of his fears that Hermione and Harry could only guess at were not real.

“You’re not?” Ron asked, surprise evident in his tone.

Hermione shook her head. “It was a completely random accident that you got placed as my attendant. I know I didn’t handle it very well at the start-” Harry snorted loudly, hoping to bring some levity to the situation. “But I’m fine now.”

“Uh, okay,” Ron replied dumbly.

“Can you actually turn and face me now?” Hermione asked Ron. Reluctantly, Ron shifted in his seat so that he could actually look directly at Hermione.

“Ron, mate,” Harry began. “We miss having you around.”

Ron nodded jerkily. “I miss you too. Err, both of you,” he said, awkwardly looking over at Hermione.

“You should come hang out with us again,” Harry suggested. “It can be just us three, if you want.”

“That’s right, Ron,” Hermione added. “Just like old times.” Hermione smiled at him.

Ron finally let out a small smile of his own. “That would be nice. Don’t get me wrong, Seamus is a good bloke and all that, but I do miss having you two around.”

Harry nodded at Ron and gave him a careful look. “I would appreciate it though, if you’d be willing to hang out with all of us.”

“You mean . . . ?” Ron trailed off.

“Tracey, Daphne, and Draco too,” Harry told him.

Ron looked like he was going to say something but he stopped himself. After a few seconds, he managed to recompose himself. “I guess I’d be fine hanging out with Tracey and Daphne. They seem . . . nice?”

Harry snorted. “Was that a question?”

Ron blushed slightly. “You know what I mean,” he muttered. “But Draco’s an absolute prat-”

“No, he’s not,” Hermione interjected almost instantly. Both Ron and Harry looked over at Hermione. She avoided their gaze as she clenched her hands together in her lap. “He’s nicer now,” she added.

Harry smiled at Hermione and chose to soldier on. “We’ll start easy for now,” he said, trying to offer a middle ground. “Over time, I’m sure that things will get easier.”

Ron still looked reluctant. Harry gave him a pleading look. “Alright,” Ron finally said.

Harry grinned at Ron who gave him a weak smile back. “Great. Now, Hermione,” he said, getting the woman’s attention, “about that other thing?” He prompted her.

“Oh, right!” Hermione said, perking up slightly from her earlier outburst. “Ron, I know that you becoming my attendant has been really awkward for the both of us. I figured that, since neither of us really want this, that I can just release you from your contract after five years have passed. That way, everyone should be happy.”

Ron instantly paled. Harry frowned in concern. Why was Ron reacting like that?

“Right, great, yeah,” Ron replied nervously. “Alright, that all sounds good with me.”

Suddenly, Ron stood up and all but ran out of the room. Hermione gave Harry a confused look. “I’ll go find him, just stay here” Harry told her before taking off after Ron. He could hear his friend's footsteps echoing in the corridor ahead of him. Harry ran, chasing down his friend.

Harry followed him all the way to the opposite side of the seventh floor. Ron had stopped suddenly, ducking into an abandoned classroom. Harry slowly crept forward and opened up the door. Ron was sitting on top of an old desk inside, his head in his hands.

“Ron?” Harry called out cautiously as he closed the door behind himself. Ron instantly turned away from Harry, but Harry couldn’t help but notice the tear stains running down the side of his cheeks. Worry filled Harry. “Are you alright?” He asked as he approached Ron.

Ron sobbed as he buried his face even further into his hands. Harry responded instinctively and wrapped his arms around Ron. Ron held back for just a moment before he threw his arms around Harry as well, holding him tightly as he cried against Harry’s shoulder.

“I love her, Harry,” Ron got out as he sobbed.

Harry felt like his heart skipped a beat. “You what?” He asked, wanting confirmation.

“I’m in love with Hermione,” Ron sniffed. He pulled away from Harry, wiping away at his face. “Merlin, I love her.”

“Well . . . that’s . . . something.” Harry didn’t know what to say. He had never even imagined that Ron had any real feelings towards Hermione. He certainly hadn’t shown any obvious signs of it before. Ron had dated a couple of girls at Hogwarts and he had spent hours at night telling Harry all about how wonderful and amazing they were. He had never heard Ron say anything in the same way as that about Hermione.

Ron let out a shivering sigh as he told Harry everything. “I really noticed it last year, you know, at the Yule Ball. Seeing Hermione all dressed up when she danced with Neville, it was like I was really seeing her for the first time. Since then, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind.”

Harry frowned. “If you felt that way, then why didn’t you say anything?” He asked his friend gently.

“Because, I never thought that she’d actually like me back. I mean, she’s just so smart and beautiful. What could a bloke like me offer her?” Ron took a deep breath. “I figured that signing up to become an attendant would be my way out. I could be matched up with some random woman and I could get over Hermione.”

Harry suddenly understood Ron so much better. “You were so awkward around her because you actually had a crush on her.”

Ron nodded his head. “I don’t know, I figured that maybe we could work things out over time. I just never imagined that she’d also end up with Malfoy. The thought of them together just . . . ugh,” Ron groaned and buried his face in his hands together. “What am I going to do, Harry?”

What should Ron do, Harry wondered to himself. He certainly had to come clean after Hermione saw him just sprint out of the Room of Requirement like that. She had to know that something was obviously wrong with Ron. But how would she react?

It hurt to say, but Harry didn’t think that Hermione was interested in Ron that way. Especially not with how she suddenly seemed to be getting along much better with Draco lately. Harry grimaced. Everything was going to be awkward between them all again.

“You need to tell her how you feel,” Harry told Ron. Ron looked like he was going to outright refuse the suggestion, but Harry held up his hand. “She needs to know now, Ron. And then you need to wait to hear how she feels back.”

Ron seemed to shrink in on himself. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” He asked Harry.

“Then you have to respect that,” Harry told him. “You can’t force anyone to feel differently about you, Ron.”

“I don’t know if I can face her, Harry,” Ron sighed. “I just . . .”

Harry put a comforting hand on Ron’s shoulder. “Look, I can talk to her tonight for you if you really want. But you can’t keep running away from your problems, Ron. At some point, you need to sit down and talk with her one on one about all of this.”

Ron nodded. “I know . . . I just-”

“You don’t need to say anything else, Ron. You don’t need to justify yourself to me,” Harry assured him. “Look, I’ll go talk to Hermione and see how she’s feeling. I’ll give you a heads up before you go talk to her later this week so you can prepare yourself, alright.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Ron gave Harry a weak smile. “You’re a real mate, you know that, right?”

Harry smiled back. “Sure, Ron.”

Harry walked over to the door. “Do you want to head back to Gryffindor common room together on my way back?” He asked his friend.

Ron shook his head. “No thanks. I’m just gonna . . . you know.”

Harry nodded at him. “Just take it easy, Ron.”

The walk back to the Room of Requirement was incredibly awkward. How was Hermione going to react to this? Harry’s mind was so worked up that he almost didn’t notice the fact that the door to the Room of Requirement was just barely opened.

Stepping up the door, Harry peered through the gap. Hermione was still sitting on the couch but Draco was beside her. He was listening to her as Hermione finished recounting the events from earlier. When she finished, she reached out to Draco. The blond-haired man put his arms around Hermione and gave her a hug.

Harry was stunned. Did Draco Malfoy actually have a heart? He couldn’t help but snort at his thoughts, suddenly alerting Draco and Hermione to his presence. Draco tried to pull back from the hug, but Hermione held him in place. Harry stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him, with a small grin on his face.

“Draco,” he nodded cordially.

Draco gave Harry one of his trademark glares. “Potter, you had better forget what you’re seeing right now.”

“Oh hush,” Hermione told Draco. “He’s just trying to act tougher than he is,” she said to Harry.

“I can see that,” Harry said as his tone struggled to contain his amusement.

“I should go,” Draco said, peeling Hermione’s arms off of him.

“Alright,” Hermione said reluctantly.

Draco got up and quickly hurried past Harry. As soon as the door closed behind Draco, Harry let out the laugh he had been holding in.

“Harry,” Hermione scolded Harry with a frown, but the smile on her face limited the effect.

“Sorry, sorry,” Harry chuckled as he sat down beside Hermione. “I just can’t believe that Draco’s a big softy on the inside.”

“He really is,” Hermione said as she smiled, looking over at the door Draco had just closed.

Merlin, Hermione really had it bad for Draco, Harry realized. This was going to be an even worse discussion than he had imagined.

“So what was wrong with Ron?” Hermione asked Harry.

Harry let out a long sigh. “This is going to be a lot to take in,” Harry warned her. Hermione shifted in her seat, giving Harry her undivided attention. “Ron told me that he, well . . . he has a crush on you.”

Hermione froze. “On me?” She asked, flabbergasted.

Harry nodded his head. “On you,” he confirmed. “He told me that he’s been feeling this way for nearly a year now. He didn’t think that you would be interested in him so he agreed to become an attendant when the position was offered to him.”

“And he ended up with me anyway,” Hermione muttered. “Oh, Ron.”

Harry gave Hermione a few moments to process the information. It was a lot to take in, and nothing that either of them had expected. “I told him that I would talk with you first, but that you and he had to sit down together later this week to deal with this,” Harry explained.

Hermione rubbed at her forehead. “I just don’t know what to say.”

“Well,” Harry began, “are you at all interested in Ron?”

“No!” Hermione answered quickly. She looked awkwardly at Harry. “I thought . . . well, at one point I thought I might have fancied him a bit. But I don’t anymore. I haven’t for a long time.”

Harry nodded his head. “And now Draco’s in the picture too.”

Hermione groaned. “This is just perfect.”

“Ron is an adult now, Hermione. He can handle you letting him down easily if that’s what you want,” Harry reassured her.

“Really? This is Ron we’re talking about.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll help him get over it. You two just can’t keep putting this off. It’s already been a month since he was assigned to be your attendant. You both just need to deal with this and get it over with.”

“I know,” Hermione sighed.

Harry stared at Hermione for a few seconds, deep in thought. “Why don’t you go talk to Draco about this?” He suggested.

“Really?” Hermione perked up a little.

Harry gave her an amused smile. “I can tell just by the way you talk about him and look at him that you really do seem to fancy him. If he’s going to start becoming a bigger part of your life now, well, I want to assure you again that I don’t have any problems with it.”

Hermione smiled at Harry and leaned over to give him a hug. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for me this year, Harry. I really do appreciate you having my back through all of this.”

“You’re welcome, Hermione.”

Chapter 9

“It feels like it's been so long since we’ve been able to just hang out like this, you know,” Tracey said as she reclined back on the couch in Daphne’s room.

Daphne snorted at her best friend. “I’m not the one that’s been limiting my free time.”

A hurt look came over Tracey’s face and Daphne instantly regretted her words. “I’m so sorry, Daphne,” Tracey told her sincerely. “I just . . .”

“No, no,” Daphne said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it was an accusation. I’m happy that things have worked out well between you and Harry. We just used to spend all of our time together and, well, it's just different now.”

Tracey nodded and stared up at the ceiling in thought. Daphne mentally cursed at herself for hurting Tracey’s feelings. The first time in over a week that they’ve been able to hang out and already she made it awkward.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Tracey asked Daphne.

It felt strange, hearing that from Tracey. It used to be so rare that they went more than a day or two without speaking that they were always completely caught up on each other’s lives. “Well, I’ve been spending a lot more time with Professor Potter lately,” Daphne told Tracey. “She’s been inviting me to have tea with her in the evenings a couple of times a week, and I’ve been helping her brew a few potions.”

Tracey gave Daphne her usual bright smile. “That’s great. I’m so happy that she was able to help you deal with your father.”

Daphne’s expression darkened somewhat. “Yeah. Astoria came by the other day to let me know that I had one last chance to try to get out of my contract with Harry before father was going to start proceedings with the Wizengamot. I expect we’ll be getting a summons soon.”

Tracey sat up on the couch and looked over at Daphne with concern. “How are you handling all of this?”

“Better than I expected,” Daphne answered honestly. “At least my mum and I are writing to each other again.”

Tracey nodded sympathetically. “Since she was forced into a marriage, she must sympathize with what you’re going through right now.”

“Probably,” Daphne muttered. “Still though, she isn’t trying to talk father out of the arrangement.”

“I’m sure that with Professor Potter’s help, the trial will go fine. It’s not as though the Potters don’t have their own support base, especially given how the three of them are responsible for the fact that You-Know-Who died seventeen years ago,” Tracey reassured Daphne.

“I’m just worried about how far father will go,” Daphne said. “He’s already forged the documents to show that he established the marriage contract just a few hours before I signed the attendant contract. He’s trying to make it look like I reacted hysterically against the marriage and did whatever I could to get out of it.”

Tracey snorted. “Merlin knows there are plenty of wizards on the Wizengamot who would believe that. Well, no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side through it all.”

Daphne smiled brightly at her friend. “I really do appreciate it,” Daphne told her. “I know you’ve had to do a lot for me over the past few months. And, well, I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Hey, I think it turned out alright,” Tracey laughed. “I mean, Harry is bloody amazing to me. I know that I’m so lucky to have ended up with a man like him.”

“Yeah,” Daphne blushed, “I’ve been noticing how much the two of you have been enjoying yourselves.”

Tracey giggled. “Are you getting all embarrassed over mine and Harry’s sex life?”

Daphne’s blush only deepened. “It’s just a little weird is all. I know I’ve tried to get used to it. I mean, I’ve literally sat beside you when you’ve had sex with him. I just . . .” Daphne trailed off.

“I know,” Tracey gave Daphne a light smile. “Even though it's becoming more and more normal to see people having sex publicly, it's a bit different when it's someone you’re friends with.”

Daphne nodded her head. “Exactly.”

“Well don’t worry, it’ll become more normal in time,” Tracey pointed out. Suddenly she had a thought. “You know, you could just try spending more time with me and Harry.”

“What?” Daphne said, giving Tracey a strange look.

Tracey leaned forward enthusiastically. “Think about it like this, right? The only way for this to be more normal is to see it happen more.”

“I think I’ve seen it happen plenty already,” Daphne smirked.

Tracey laughed. “True, but obviously it's still a bit weird. Maybe if you just come hang out with us in Harry’s room more often, you’ll get more comfortable with it. Besides, it isn’t like we only have sex. We also do school work, talk, and just hang out together. I wouldn’t mind having you around too.”

“But,” Daphne bit her lower lip as she thought about how to best express herself. “Won’t you two . . . don’t you want some private time together?” She asked Tracey.

“We probably will,” Tracey agreed, “but not all the time. I know that Harry would be happy to get to know you better. He’s mentioned a few times about wanting to try to get you to come hang out with us.”

“Really?” Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow.

Tracey shook her head and chuckled. “He really is a great guy, Daph. I know you’ve only talked to him a little bit, and you two are talking a lot more now than at the start of the school year, but I think you two would really get along.”

“As long as he doesn’t get any ideas about me acting like an attendant for him,” Daphne joked.

Tracey gave Daphne a knowing smirk. “Come on Daph. Do you think I haven’t noticed you watching us?”

Daphne froze in place and her body filled with dread. “Tracey, I didn’t . . . I wouldn’t-”

She was cut off by Tracey. “It’s alright,” Tracey told Daphne. “Like I said, neither of us really mind. I just . . . well, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you look really interested in what we were doing before.”

“I would never do anything to mess with your relationship, Tracey,” Daphne pleaded with her friend. She felt so incredibly worried inside. Sure, she had watched them before. Maybe a bit too closely. But she never wanted to ever come in between her best friend and her man.

Tracey got up from her seat and walked over to Daphne. “I know you wouldn’t,” Tracey reassured Daphne. She sat down on Daphne’s lap and gave her a big hug. “I know that what Harry and I have is a bit more intimate than most attendant-master relationships. But I want you to know that I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to become a bit more involved. You know, perform some of your attendant duties for me,” Tracey chuckled.

Daphne relaxed into the hug as she realized her friend wasn’t upset with her. She let out a long sigh. “Tracey, I really think that you and Harry might really have something special together. I don’t know if I really feel the same way about him as you do though.”

“But you do think he’s fit,” Tracey pointed out.

It was true. Of course, over the years they had discussed with boys at Hogwarts they’d like to snog. Harry had been one of the few that they had both agreed on. “I do,” Daphne agreed, somewhat reluctant in her tone.

“And you’re obviously interested in some of the activities he and I do,” Tracey added.

Daphne blushed but didn’t respond, letting the silence show her agreement.

Tracey broke off the hug and leaned back to look at her friend. “You do remember what we did this summer, right?”

Daphne blushed and glanced away from Tracey. She did remember. When they decided that they were both going to become attendants, Tracey had suggested that they should start getting comfortable with sex. The two of them had helped each other a lot, practicing on one another and using sex toys together. It had been . . . exhilarating. Both of them definitely preferred men, but it had still been an incredible experience. It had brought the two of them closer together, and prepared them for what was to come.

“I remember,” Daphne replied quietly.

Tracey grinned at her. “I remember how much you enjoyed yourself.”

“You did too!” Daphne exclaimed.

Tracey nodded and giggled. “Exactly, and I’ve enjoyed my time with Harry even more. Look, Daph, even if you don’t intend to have the same kind of relationship with Harry as I do, I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to fuck him. In fact, we could even do it together.”

“Together?” Daphne repeated.

“Just think of it as more practice, an extension of what we did during the summer. Only this time it's with a real man,” Tracey told Daphne with a wink. “In all honesty, I think I pushed Harry a bit too far. He was way more shy and reserved at the start but now he’s practically insatiable. I never imagined a guy could go for as many rounds a day as he can.”

Daphne was lost in thought. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t imagined what it would be like to have sex with Harry. After all, she had seen Harry and Tracey having sex so often that she may have had a daydream or two where she was in Tracey’s place. But it wasn’t always that simple.

“How would Harry feel about something like this?” Daphne asked.

“I’m not sure,” Tracey shrugged. “I mean, he is a guy so . . .” The two friends both laughed. “But he is also very sweet and caring. I think he might be worried that it would hurt my feelings or damage our relationship.” Tracey’s lips twitched. “See, you two already have something in common.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “I don’t know,” she replied.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Daphne,” Tracey smiled. “If you’re not comfortable with it or you don’t want to do it, then that’s perfectly fine. If you ever are interested, just bring it up whenever. Trust me, there won’t be any hard feelings either way.”

Daphne nodded. “Thanks, Tracey.”

“No problem,” Tracey hugged Daphne again. “But I am serious about you coming to hang out with us more. Harry and I can always just not have sex when you visit.”

Daphne snorted at her. “I doubt you two could last more than an hour without getting handsy.”

Tracey chuckled. “We’ll try our best.”

Daphne paused nervously. “It is fine, if I watch, right?”

“Of course!” Tracey exclaimed. “Merlin, if I’m telling you it's okay to shag him then it's obviously fine to watch.”

“And if I,” Daphne coughed, “wanted to . . . you know.”

“Masturbate,” Tracey supplied helpfully. Daphne nodded, a little too shy to speak. “That’s fine too. It’s all to do with your comfort level. I’ll talk to Harry tomorrow about this and give him some heads up. I’ll make sure to not set any expectations though.”

“Tomorrow?” Daphne asked. “Don’t you sleep in his bed at night.”

Tracey smiled at Daphne. “I was thinking that for tonight, I could be all yours.” Tracey tilted her head back and batted her eyelashes prettily at Daphne in an over-the-top manner.

“How kind of you,” Daphne replied sarcastically.

“Trust me, once you’ve had a taste of my company, you’ll be begging for more,” Tracey winked.

Daphne rolled her eyes at Tracey’s antics. “Alright, enough with the innuendos.”

Tracey laughed and hopped off of Daphne’s lap. “Fine, fine.” She walked over to her bag and pulled out a small wizarding wireless set. With a tap of her wand, the small radio turned on and started playing some music. “Come on Daph, it’s been so long since we’ve danced!” Tracey shouted as a fast song started playing.

Before Daphne could say anything, Tracey rushed over and pulled Daphne to her feet. Tracey swung Daphne around wildly, laughing as her friend tried to get her footing. Daphne smiled at Tracey’s gleeful expression. She really had missed this.

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For some reason, Harry couldn’t help but feel awkward as he walked up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He had only been in here a handful of times this year, mostly just to check in on Ron. Though he saw all the same familiar faces, things were a bit different now. Living away from the rest of the Gryffindors had put up a tiny barrier between them. He was still one of them, but he wasn’t as close anymore. He was sometimes treated more like a guest than an actual housemate.

Despite him not living here anymore, Harry still got the password. When he stepped inside, the common room was still full of life despite the late hour. Neville, Seamus, Ron, and Dean were all sitting together beside the fire. It was strange that Dean was here and not with Megan. The two had been practically inseparable since the start of the year. Maybe she was with the Hufflepuffs?

“Alright, lads,” Harry said and he sat down beside the ground.

“Harry!” Neville exclaimed happily. “You’ll never guess what's happened.” The others in the group looked on with grins but Ron looked positively annoyed.

“Go on then,” Harry prompted.

“Ginny asked me out on a date!” Neville exclaimed.

Harry grimaced but quickly forced it into a smile. “I’m happy for you mate. Congrats.”

Neville beamed at him and turned away as Seamus said something, oblivious to the look that passed Harry’s face. Ron noticed though. “Ready to head out then?” He asked Harry.

Harry nodded. The two of them quickly said their goodbyes to the rest of the group and left the common room, heading down to a nearby abandoned classroom where they could talk in private. Harry could see that Ron had something he wanted to say.

“What is it, Ron?” Harry asked as they rounded another corner.

“Ginny was asking about you,” Ron replied quietly. “She wanted to know if you were doing good.”

“And? What did you tell her?” Harry prodded.

Ron shrugged. “The truth or, at least, what I think the truth is. That you’re happy, and that you’re getting on with your attendants.”

Harry nodded absentmindedly. “I haven’t seen her much this year.”

“After how she reacted when you broke up with her last year, can you blame her?” Ron snorted. “I don’t think she’s quite over you yet.”

“Then why did she ask out Neville?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know,” Ron sighed. “Do you really think I’m the one she comes to talk about her feelings?”

“Right.” It . . . hurt to hear that Ginny was still upset. They had dated for only a couple of months, but Harry knew that Ginny had had a crush on him for years. He had given the relationship a shot but they just weren’t right for each other. Ginny was always so pushy and wanted all of his attention on her. Needless to say, that wasn’t a great combination with his O.W.L. year.

The fight that had come after Ginny realized that Harry would be getting an attendant of his own thanks to his excellent grades had been the nail in the coffin. Harry had tried to assure her that he wouldn’t touch his attendant, but she hadn’t listened. Harry broke up with her a couple of days later when he accepted the fact that his relationship with Ginny was more stressful than it was comforting. She hadn’t taken it well. There was a lot of shouting and screaming in the Gryffindor common room. Harry preferred to forget about those days.

When the two of them entered the abandoned classroom, Ron let out a long sigh. “I can’t take the suspense anymore, Harry. What did Hermione say?”

Ron had a nervous smile on his face but the expression fell when he saw the pitying look on Harry’s face.

“I knew it,” he muttered. Ron sat down on the ground and leaned his back against the wall.

When Ron closed his eyes, Harry cringed and waited for his friend to explode. To Harry’s surprise, even after waiting for several minutes, Ron never said a word. Honestly, that worried Harry more than if Ron had thrown a tantrum.

It was difficult to have a conversation with Ron over things like this. Ron wasn’t exactly the most emotionally mature person in the world. Harry wasn’t sure exactly how he should broach these topics.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to.

“Thanks for finding this out for me, Harry,” Ron whispered.

“Ron,” Harry said with concern. Ron’s eyes shot open and he looked over at Harry. He didn’t look angry or frustrated, just resigned and tired.

“I’ll be alright,” Ron told Harry quietly. “Eventually.”

Harry let out a sigh. “Hermione still wants to talk to you. Will you be alright to talk with her in a couple of days?”

“I’ll talk to her,” Ron answered. Harry didn’t comment on what he didn’t answer.

Ron stood up abruptly. “I need to-”

“I know,” Harry said.

After knowing Ron for most of his life, he didn’t need to hear him explain himself. Harry simply understood. Ron took off at a run, brushing past Harry.

Harry gave Ron a minute to get away before he left the room too. Slowly, he meandered his way back to his room. As he approached his room, he glanced over at Tracey’s door. He knew she wasn’t in. She was busy spending the night with Daphne. Now, more than almost any other day, he wished he could just sit with her. Just her presence was comfort enough for him.

Hermione would still probably be awake, Harry figured. Harry walked past his room and opened up the door to Hermione’s room, forgetting to knock.

Just before he could step inside the room, Harry froze in place. Hermione and Draco were sitting on her couch making out. Hermione was sitting on Draco’s lap, gently caressing the side of his face. Harry noticed that one of Draco’s hands was moving underneath Hermione’s sweater.

He must have made a noise because suddenly both of them looked over at him. Draco just laid back on the couch, giving Harry an annoyed glare. “Can’t you see we’re busy, Potter.”

Hermione blushed deeply as she quickly pulled Draco’s hand out from beneath her sweater. “Harry!” She exclaimed breathlessly. “What are you doing here?”

It brought a faint smile to his lips to see Hermione acting so frantically. It was like she had just been caught by one of her parents. She was doing her best to straighten her sweater and fix her hair to make it look like she hadn’t just been snogging. Before he could find too much amusement in it though, his mind flashed back to how devastated Ron was just a few minutes earlier.

“Nothing, sorry,” Harry muttered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As he went to close the door, Hermione called out to him. “Harry! Wait!”

Hermione had gotten off of Draco and ran over to see Harry. Draco was glaring even harder at Harry now. Harry took a step back so that he wouldn’t have to see Draco.

“You look concerned, Harry,” Hermione noted as she stepped out into the hall as well. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I just spoke to Ron, and . . . he just seemed really defeated,” Harry explained quickly.

“Oh,” Hermione replied quietly. “So, you told him how I feel?”

“Yeah,” Harry sighed. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. Just give him a couple of days and then go talk to him. He should hear it from you too.”

Hermione bit her lip. “Yeah, I will.”

“Just go back to Draco, I’m gonna go to bed early tonight,” Harry said, taking another step back towards his room.

“No, I’ll tell Draco to leave,” Hermione said quickly. “You and I could talk instead.”

Harry shook his head. “No, seriously Hermione, I’ll be fine.”

“Harry,” Hermione said with a concerned tone.

Harry let out a quiet laugh. “I’ll be fine,” he assured her. “Now go, before I make you.”

Hermione gave Harry a gentle smile. “Alright,” she replied. “But we’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” Harry confirmed. “Good night, Hermione.”

Chapter 10

“Tracey,” Harry smiled at seeing his brunette attendant early in the morning. She had been preoccupied the past couple of days hanging out with Daphne and finishing up a bunch of essays. They had mutually agreed not to bother each other so that they could both focus on getting all of their work quickly. After a couple of very boring days, Harry was very glad to see her. He had just been on his way to the Great Hall for breakfast when he had spotted her.

Tracey didn’t say anything when Harry greeted her, but he did notice her lick her lips. Harry gulped as a shiver of worry ran down his spine. Merlin, and she thinks I’m insatiable, Harry thought to himself.

Tracey walked up to meet Harry. She grabbed his hand and continued walking past, pulling him along. Harry gave an amused smile and let himself be led back to his bedroom. “But, what about breakfast?” Harry said teasingly.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll both find something to eat,” Tracey replied. Harry chuckled at her innuendo.

Tracey roughly threw open Harry’s door and shoved him back inside his room. She followed him inside quickly and instantly dropped to her knees.

“Tracey,” Harry said, trying to slow her down a bit.

“Just give me a second here,” she replied as deftly undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his trousers. She took the flaccid member into her mouth and quickly started working away on it. Her tongue swirled around Harry’s cock as it swelled within her mouth. She kept a tight seal around the shaft with her lips as she sucked it until it was fully erect.

Once Harry was at full mast, Tracey tried to shove as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She bobbed down onto his cock, taking most of it inside of her mouth. She licked the underside of his penis before slowly dragging her lips back to the head of his cock. She sucked the head strongly before pulling her lips off of it with an audible popping sound.

Tracey wrapped a hand around Harry’s shaft and started stroking him. She started placing kisses against the side of his shaft, nuzzling her head against his thigh. Tracey looked up at Harry with lust-filled eyes. “Yes, master,” she finally said.

Harry snorted and shook his head in amusement at her antics. “It was only a couple of days,” he pointed out. “Surely you didn’t miss me that much.”

“I didn’t miss you that much,” Tracey replied with a mirth-filled tone. “But I did miss this cock.” She licked along the side of the shaft and gave it long, lingering kisses.

“Well, I missed you,” Harry laughed.

Tracey rolled her eyes at him. “Harry, I love it when you’re sweet and kind with me, but this isn’t the time.”

“Oh?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. “You want me to treat you like a slut then?”

“Yes,” Tracey shivered as she stroked Harry’s cock. “I’m your attendant. You need to tell me what needs attending to.”

Harry smirked down at Tracey. “Maybe I don’t want to do that.”

“But Harry,” Tracey whined.

“Hmm,” Harry vocalized, pretending to ponder. “Maybe I just want a really slow fuck. Something a bit more romantic.”

“Please no, Harry,” Tracey said, brushing her lips across his cock before she suckled on the head.

Harry shot her a look. “It’s master, not Harry.”

Immediately, Tracey nodded. “I’m sorry, master. I’ll do better next time.”

“You certainly will,” Harry nodded, falling into the character Tracey wanted him to play. “I suppose that if you begged me enough for it, I could consider fucking you like the slut you are.”

Tracey looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, master,” she accented her words by planting a kiss on his cock. “I know I haven’t always been the perfect attendant, but I’m sure that I could improve. I just need you to show me the right way.”

“What good are you to me as an attendant if I have to waste all my time teaching you how to do your job,” Harry said with his best imitation of Draco’s sneer.

Tracey’s eyes went wide. He could see the corner’s of her lips raise in excitement even as she tried to look dismayed. She wrapped herself around his leg even as she continued to kiss and stroke his cock. “I’m sorry master, I didn’t mean that. I know how to serve you well. I’ve just been failing in my duties lately. Please, if only you’ll give me another chance.”

“Why should I?” Harry questioned her.

“Because,” Harry could feel Tracey’s body shiver in excitement, “if I get another chance, you can punish me first.”

“Punish you,” Harry repeated with an amused tone. “Now, what would that look like?”

Tracey looked up at him with lust. “Well master, you do have this wonderful tool here that you could use to punish me with.”

“Like this?” Harry said as he grabbed either side of Tracey’s head before pushing her down on his cock. Instantly, Tracey’s arms flung out on either side of her and Harry worried that he had taken his role a bit too far. But then, Tracey relaxed around his cock and took it completely with her mouth. Her nose was pressed up against his recently shaved pubes as she locked her lips around the base of his cock.

Harry held her in that position for a couple of seconds before he released her. Tracey pulled herself back, greedily gulping up air. “Thank you for punishing me, master,” she said in between breaths.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Harry grinned at her. “You better keep your lips on my cock.”

Tracey glanced up at him, trying to understand what he meant by that, when Harry suddenly took a step backwards. Tracey had to quickly move forward on her knees in order to keep her lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Harry took another step back and, again, Tracey followed after him. He moved more quickly the next time and Tracey had to use her hands on the floor in order to keep up with his pace. All the while, Harry’s cock was still inside of her warm, wet mouth.

Harry abruptly took a step towards Tracey, sending his cock back down her throat. The brunette nearly gagged but she managed to hold back. Just as she made to reposition herself, Harry crouched down which forced Tracey to drop down onto her belly.

Harry got on his own knees and scooted forward, keeping his cock deep inside of Tracey’s mouth. He grabbed her skirt and panties and yanked them down to her knees. Satisfied, Harry grinned to himself and stood back up. Tracey pushed herself back up onto her knees. Looking down at her, Harry could see her eyes watering from having his cock so deep in her mouth for so long. When she saw him looking at her though, she only looked up at him with love in her eyes.

Taking a step back, Harry watched in amusement as Tracey struggled to keep up with him now that her skirt and panties were around her knees. It restricted her movements, forcing her to work extra hard to keep his cock in her mouth.

Finally, Harry reached his bed. He stood to the side of it and looked down at Tracey. The brunette greedily took the respite to wrap her tongue around his cock, moaning as she pleasured Harry. “You can stop now,” Harry chuckled.

Tracey didn’t stop though, she kept her lips around his cock as she gently played with his balls in one hand. “Stop!” Harry ordered firmly. Obediently, Tracey stopped her motions but left his cock in her mouth.

“Tear off your clothes and then undress me,” Harry told Tracey.

Without pause, Tracey reached up to her crisp white shirt and tore it open. She quickly disposed of her bra next, letting her beautiful breasts pop out with a satisfying jiggle. She slid her skirt and panties down all the way before taking off her shoes and socks.

Completely naked and looking up at Harry with lust, Tracey reached for his foot. Harry sat himself down onto his bed and lifted his feet, letting Tracey meticulously unlace his shoes before gently sliding them off his feet. Placing Harry’s feet on her breasts to hold them in place, Tracey slowly slid his socks off. She neatly folded them up and placed them reverently on the ground beside her.

Slowly, Tracey got to her feet, making sure to brush her breasts up Harry’s body until they were up against his face. As her fingers slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, Harry began to plant kisses on Tracey’s breasts. He kissed all over one while he played with the other with his hand. Then, he switched over to the other and repeated the process. Capturing her nipple in his mouth, Harry gently sucked on it as Tracey slid his shirt off of his torso.

Tracey dropped back down onto her knees and reached for his belt. She made sure that her hands brushed across Harry’s penis before she undid his belt. Harry lifted up his hips, letting Tracey slide his trousers and underwear off easily. Then, she took the time to fold up the clothing she had just removed. She stacked it all neatly on the floor beside her.

“Good,” Harry said, giving Tracey a light smile.

Tracey beamed at him. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?” She asked breathlessly.

“No,” Harry shook his head. “But there still is the matter of your punishment.”

Harry picked Tracey up by her armpits and threw her face first onto his bed. The brunette didn’t have a chance to move before Harry was on top of her, shoving his cock right into her pussy. Tracey let out a shriek of surprise as Harry penetrated her, but her sounds quickly turned into moans as her body registered the pleasure she was receiving. Harry almost laughed as Tracey arched her back and raised her hips so that his cock could get even deeper inside of her pussy.

“Fuck,” Tracey let out a gasp as Harry roughly thrust his cock inside of her. She let out a low groan as she stretched out her limbs on the bed.

Planting his hands on either side of Tracey’s head, Harry did his best to give Tracey what she wanted. He was merciless. With near-perfect rhythm, Harry rapidly fucked Tracey. The sound of his hips bouncing off of her plump ass filled the room. Harry let out a groan of his own as Tracey’s pussy tightened around the head of his cock when he pulled back to thrust back inside of her.

“Please, master,” Tracey whimpered as she gripped the bedsheets in her hand. “More.”

Harry continued to pound Tracey into the bed as his cock pumped in and out of her tight pussy. Suddenly, Tracey’s legs curled back as she let out a long moan of pleasure.

“You aren’t supposed to be enjoying yourself, slut,” Harry grunted into Tracey’s ear. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”

Tracey cried out as he gave her a particularly hard thrust. “Yes, master. Sorry, master,” she let out in between panting breaths.

Suddenly, Harry pulled a hand back and slapped Tracey’s ass just as he buried his cock completely inside of her pussy. Harry felt her tighten up incredibly around him as she let out a sound of surprise. “Maybe some of that will help you remember how to be a good attendant.”

Tracey nodded her head enthusiastically, looking back at Harry. He could see that her lust and enjoyment had completely taken her over. “Yes, punish me and I’ll do better.”

Tracey squealed in delight as Harry slapped her ass again. The flesh jiggled around in such a wondrous way. Harry was worried that he was taking this a bit too far but Tracey seemed to be loving every second of it.

Harry dropped down onto Tracey’s back. Pulling her with him, Harry rolled over towards the head of the bed. Now, Tracey was on top of him. The pair let out sounds of pleasure as Harry’s cock shifted around inside of Tracey’s pussy. Harry gave a few experimental thrusts in this position with Tracey lying down on Harry’s front. He reached around with one hand, running his fingers up his shaft which was slick with Tracey’s juices, until he reached Tracey’s clit.

Harry had barely touched the small nub when Tracey suddenly tightened up around him. Letting out a cry of pleasure, Harry felt Tracey’s body convulse on top of him as she came. The brunette was thrashing around so much that Harry had to use his other arm to hold her in place on top of him.

Once Tracey came down from her orgasm, and her pussy released its death grip on his cock, she let out a content sigh. “Best punishment ever,” she muttered.

Harry snorted. “You think that your punishment is over?”

Tracey didn’t have time to react as Harry rolled them over onto their sides. He kicked the bedding down the bed so that they would have an easier time fucking.

Harry guided Tracey, raising one of her legs up so that he would be able to thrust into her more easily. Tracey arched her back a bit more, giving him a better angle. Harry slid one hand underneath Tracey’s body and grabbed a handful of her tits as he bucked his hips forward against her ass. His cock pushed deeper inside of Tracey.

The position felt so incredible that Harry nearly came right then. The underside of the head of his cock was pressed tightly against the wall of Tracey’s pussy. Every little thrust sent a wave of pleasure throughout his cock.

With his other hand, Harry reached over Tracey so that he could grab her neck. Tracey gasped in surprise and pressed her ass back against Harry as he wrapped his fingers around her neck. He gently traced her jawline with his thumb, tightening his grip slightly to find Tracey’s limit. She didn’t utter a word as Harry gripped her throat. She only wiggled her hips, moving Harry’s cock around inside of her.

With Tracey’s one leg up, Harry was easily able to start thrusting his hips. The intense sensation of his cock pushed tightly up against the walls of Tracey’s pussy as he pumped in and out of her sent a tingle through his body. In response to the pleasure, his grip suddenly tightened around Tracey’s throat. Almost immediately, Harry loosened his grip.

Surprisingly, Tracey almost seemed annoyed at that. “Isn’t this supposed to be a punishment, master?” She groaned as Harry’s cock moved inside of her.

“It is,” Harry replied breathlessly, squeezing one of Tracey’s breasts.

“Then punish me like you mean it.”

Harry pulled back on Tracey’s throat, bringing her head closer to his, and forced her to arch her back even more so that his cock could remain inside of her. Peering over her shoulder, Harry groaned at the sight of Tracey’s breasts thrust out perfectly. He could see her ribcage pressed against her skin from the angle her back was at. They gave way to Tracey’s flat belly and her hips that were pressed back against Harry’s.

“Merlin” Harry muttered as he kissed Tracey’s neck. He knew just the right spot she liked to be kissed. Tracey was like putty in his hands as she moaned and lost herself to the pleasure.

Harry was close to losing himself too. His cock felt like it was on fire inside of the warmth of Tracey’s pussy. With every single thrust, he thought that he was going to cum inside of her. But he fought to hold on. This was just too perfect.

With Tracey panting as Harry’s cock continued to ravish her, Harry tightened his grip on her throat again. Tracey gasped and held her breath as Harry held her in place. “Almost there,” he muttered in her ear as he slammed his hips forward again.

Tracey’s lust-filled eyes met his as Harry redoubled his efforts to fuck her. He could feel his orgasm coming on as his hips moved faster and faster, and the sensation of Tracey’s tight pussy drove him to the edge.

Letting out a guttural moan of pleasure, Harry slammed his cock into Tracey and let loose a stream of cum inside of her. “Yes,” Tracey hissed in pleasure as Harry’s grip on her throat relaxed completely.

Tracey bounced her ass back against Harry, trying to stroke his cock with her pussy to coax every last drop of cum out. She moaned as Harry leaned over awkwardly to kiss her.

“Fuck, that was so good,” Harry muttered as the last bit of cum came out of his cock.

Tracey snorted. “You have no idea how much I loved that.” She wiggled her ass against him and grabbed one of his hands in her own. She brought his hand up to her mouth and she planted a couple of kisses on it. “You’re so good to me.”

“Funny, I was about to say the same to you,” Harry chuckled.

Tracey shook her head. “No, really Harry. You are amazing. I never expected . . . well, any of this. I spent the past few months just preparing myself for what I thought was going to be expected of me. I never imagined that I’d get a man as wonderful as you.”

Harry planted a kiss on Tracey’s shoulder and nuzzled against it. “I never expected anything like this either. I mean, obviously I knew I’d have someone to have sex with. But I never expected that I’d actually care for you much beyond that.”

“It's like we’re dating rather than master and attendant,” Tracey supplemented.

“Right,” Harry nodded. He paused in thought. “Well, who says we can’t do both?”

Harry felt Tracey’s body freeze up against him. At first he thought that maybe he said the wrong thing, but the momentary panic vanished as Tracey turned her head awkwardly to look at him. “Do you really mean that?” Tracey asked him. “I’ve heard of a few masters and attendants forming real relationships, and some even get married. But the Ministry doesn’t look too fondly on that. They want attendants to be in addition to real relationships.”

“Forget what the Ministry thinks,” Harry replied. “What do you think about it?”

Tracey blushed uncharacteristically. “I think I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

“Good,” Harry grinned. “It would have been really awkward if you said no.”

Tracey rolled her eyes. “As if I could ever say no to you,” she smiled.

“I doubt I’d ever be able to say no to you,” Harry said. “You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met.”

“You’re just saying that because your cock is in me,” Tracey joked.

“Maybe,” Harry teased. His cock was stirring awake against the inside of Tracey’s pussy. Tracey obviously noticed him hardening again as well.

“We’re not getting to class this morning, are we?” She laughed.

Harry grinned. “Nope.”

Unlike the lust-driven fuck they had had minutes before, Harry was content to slow things down a bit. He pulled out of Tracey momentarily so that he could roll her over onto her back. Tracey gave Harry a bright smile and pulled him on top of her. Harry guided his slick cock back inside of Tracey’s pussy.

The pink opening stretched around the head of his cock, wrapping itself tightly around him. As Harry pushed his cock back deep inside of Tracey, he looked down at where their bodies met and saw his cum leaking out around his cock. The thick white substance which had mixed with Tracey’s juices stained their thighs and rolled down onto the bedding but Harry didn’t care one bit.

Wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, Tracey pulled his head towards her so that she could kiss him. The two took their time tasting each other as Harry gently rolled his hips against Tracey’s. The brunette moaned into the kiss and pressed her body up against Harry.

Harry slowly started to thrust his hips as he and Tracey continued to make out. Her pussy kept trying to latch onto his cock and keep him deep inside of her. Her walls tugged and pulled at his cock, making Harry moan in pleasure.

“Fuck, Harry,” Tracey moaned as she arched her back in pleasure. Her breasts pressed themselves against Harry’s chest. Her hardened nipples brushed across his, making Tracey gasp. She roughly grabbed Harry’s head and pulled it close to her own to kiss him wildly.

Harry brought a hand up Tracey’s side. He moved slowly, savoring the brilliant touch of her silky smooth skin. When his fingers reached the curve of her breast, Harry gently rubbed the soft globe of flesh. Tracey’s pussy clenched around his cock again, sending another wave of pleasure through Harry. His hips bucked forward automatically, burying himself back inside of her. His balls were pressed up against Tracey’s ass, sending another small jolt of pleasure.

Harry was lost to his pleasure as Tracey began to relax and contract her muscles around Harry’s cock. It felt like his shaft was being suffocated by the most warm, wet, and pleasurable sensation Harry could have ever imagined.

Harry broke off his kiss with Tracey to look down at her. With her arms still around his neck, she was staring up at Harry with nothing but love in her eyes. She was panting lightly, and covered with a faint sheen of sweat. She smiled beautifully up at him.

Merlin, Harry thought to himself, I think I’m in love with this woman.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He went back to kissing Tracey. Her perfect lips felt so right against his. The way her tongue danced around with his was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Harry couldn’t help but smile while he continued to kiss Tracey. She was his, and he couldn’t help but feel that, despite the master-attendant relationship, he had become hers as well.

Harry’s cock jumped inside of Tracey’s pussy. It hit a particularly sensitive point, making Tracey’s body squirm in pleasure beneath Harry. By now, Harry could see the signs which signaled that Tracey was getting close to orgasming.

Wanting nothing more than to give Tracey the same level of pleasure that she offered him, Harry brought one hand down in between their bodies to play with Tracey’s clit. When his fingers brushed the small nub, Tracey let out a moan of pleasure into Harry’s mouth and kissed him even harder than before.

Harry made love to Tracey. His cock slid in and out of her pussy at a good pace. Both of them relished in the wonderful pleasure they were feeling from the friction between their two bodies. With every thrust, Harry’s balls bounced pleasurably off of Tracey’s ass. He knew that he was getting close.

One second Harry was gently teasing Tracey’s clit and the next she was suddenly pressing up against with incredible need. Harry continued to touch her clit, being mindful of how much pressure he applied. His cock throbbed inside of Tracey.

“Harry!” Tracey cried out as her pussy clamped tight around his cock.

Harry’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he felt his cock explode with pleasure. As Tracey came around his cock, he felt his own orgasm hit. Thrusting his hips automatically, he could feel his cum shoot out of his cock inside of Tracey’s pussy. Both of their minds were overwhelmed by the pleasure. Harry nearly collapsed, feeling lightheaded as he came inside of Tracey. Her pussy urged him on, doing its best to keep Harry’s cock buried deep inside of her while he came.

“Oh, Tracey,” Harry groaned as he let out his last couple spurts of cum. Tracey smashed her lips against Harry’s, gripping his hair tightly to keep his head in place as they kissed.

After a minute, Tracey reluctantly pulled away from Harry. Both of them fought to catch their breaths. Harry couldn’t help but admire Tracey’s breasts as they heaved up and down. When he looked back up at Tracey’s face, he saw her smirking at him.

“Like what you see,” she teased as she thrust her chest up towards him.

Harry did like what he saw. But it wasn’t Tracey’s breasts, as lovely as they were. No, it was the perfect smile on Tracey’s lips as she looked up at him with adoring eyes. Harry gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Tracey looked happy. Harry could see how her cheeks strained to contain her smile. Her eyes sparkled up at him.

Tracey took a deep breath. “I think I love you, Harry Potter,” she told him with a nervous smile on her face.

The words almost passed straight through Harry’s mind before he felt the full gravity of them. She loved him. She truly loved him. Harry couldn’t help but let a goofy grin come across his face. “I love you too, Tracey Davis. I love you so much.”

The two of them didn’t need to say any more as Harry wrapped his arms around Tracey. He rolled off of her and onto his back, letting his cock slip out of her pussy. Tracey rolled onto her side, placing one leg over Harry’s leg and resting her head against his chest. She slowly rubbed up and down his torso as she sighed in contentment.

Harry kissed the top of her head. “I love you so much,” he murmured.

Tracey shifted slightly, looking up to give him a sleepy smile. “I love you more.”

As cheesy as it was, Harry still loved hearing those words from Tracey. He hugged her body tighter against him. He could feel their combined liquids spilling out of her pussy and onto his leg. Knowing that they both loved each other somehow made the knowledge of what they had just done even more special to Harry. Maybe one day they would marry and have kids. It was still a little early for that right now, but the thought of what was to come made Harry’s heart soar.

Eventually, Harry felt Tracey’s breathing even out as she fell asleep on him. The first class of the day must have started already but Harry didn’t really care. All that mattered at that moment was the beautiful woman in his arms.

Harry felt his eyes slowly close as he drifted off into sleep, dreaming of one special brunette.

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“Hermione!”

Hermione turned on her heel to see Lily and James Potter walking over to her. Hermione smiled at the couple and walked over to meet them. “Professor Potter, Mr. Potter,” she greeted them respectfully.

James frowned at her jokingly. “You know you’re supposed to call me James, right?”

“Of course, Mr. Potter,” Hermione teased.

James locked eyes with his wife. “Give her a T on her next essay.” Lily rolled her eyes at her husband's antics.

“I already put one Potter in the Great Lake this month,” Hermione said sternly to James. “Want to make it two?”

“Merlin no,” James laughed as he ducked behind Lily to use as a shield.

Lily shook her head but couldn’t help but chuckle at the pair of them. “We were just wondering where Harry was,” she told Hermione. “I haven’t seen him all day. Since James dropped by for a visit, I was going to see if he wanted to have supper with us.”

Hermione shook her head. “I haven’t seen him either. He might be in his room.”

Lily frowned. “It's not like him to cut class.”

Hermione shrugged. “He might not be feeling well. I can go check on him for you.”

“We’ll tag along,” James said, stepping out from behind Lily. “It feels like forever since I last saw him.”

“It’s only been a month and a half,” Lily pointed out.

“I know,” James sighed. “But I still miss him. At least you still get to see him every day.”

Lily put a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Well, maybe he can stick around for a while after supper.”

Hermione took the lead, bringing Lily and James up several staircases to Harry and Hermione’s rooms.

“Harry!” Hermione called out outside the portrait door to his room. She waited for a few seconds but there was no response. She glanced back at James and Lily who just shrugged at her. “I’ll just pop my head in to see if he’s in there.”

Hermione opened the door slightly and peered inside. Harry and Tracey were both fast asleep in bed even though the noon sun was shining through the glass windows in the room. Hermione blushed lightly as she noticed that neither of them were wearing clothes underneath the thin bed sheet that covered them. It was quite the private moment.

Hermione took a step back to close the door but she was stopped by James. “What’s going on?” He asked Hermione curiously.

“Err, nothing,” Hermione peeped out, feeling terribly awkward. She tried to close the door again but not in time to stop James from calling out.

“Harry!” James shouted into the room as he planted his hand on the door.

Hermione cringed as James opened the door completely. Both Lily and James caught sight of Harry and Tracey both waking up. Tracey’s head was lying on Harry’s chest. As she blinked away the sleep from her eyes and realized who was standing in the doorway, she blushed deeply and yanked the bedsheet up to her face.

Harry awoke to the sound of his name being called. He felt Tracey stirring on his chest. Slipping his glasses onto his face, he saw the frozen forms of his parents in the doorway. They were both staring at Harry with wide-eyed expressions. Immediately, Harry felt a wave of embarrassment crash over him. “Close the door!” He shouted.

Thankfully, James was quick to shut the door. Hermione avoided looking directly at both James and Lily as Harry’s parents both looked at each other. “I take it that that’s Harry’s attendant,” James said awkwardly.

Lily looked too surprised to speak. Hermione knew that Harry hadn’t exactly told Lily about his growing relationship with Tracey. While she was sure that Lily was aware of it to a certain degree due to the stories told around school about students and their attendants, it was a different thing to see it in person.

“That was Tracey,” Hermione muttered. It felt so incredibly awkward to be discussing it with them. Although attendants were becoming more and more normal in Britain, it was just very different to see someone you know involved with one like that.

James let out a long sigh. Eventually he broke the silence. “My little boy has become a man,” he joked, wiping away a fake tear from his eyes.

Lily glared at James, shutting him down quickly. “We should go,” she said quietly.

Just as Lily made to leave, another door in the corridor opened. Daphne stepped out of her room, looking curiously over at the group. “Professor Potter?” She said as she walked over. “Are you here to see Harry?”

The awkward tension was immediately noticeable. Daphne shot Hermione a questioning look but Hermione just shook her head. “We were going to invite him to supper, but . . .” Lily trailed off, glancing back at Harry’s room.

Daphne’s eyes lit up in realization. She snorted as she tried to suppress a laugh. “I’ll let him know,” she assured Lily.

Lily smiled warmly at Daphne. “Oh, I completely forgot. James, this is Daphne Greengrass.”

“Miss Greengrass,” James said, giving a slight dip of his head in acknowledgment.

“Lord Potter,” Daphne curtsied.

James looked awkwardly in between Lily and Daphne. “So you’re also my son’s-”

“We’re not really involved like that,” Daphne interjected, waving off the notion.

James gave her a slightly relieved look. “I think my heart could only take so much today,” he joked.

Daphne smiled politely at James. “I wanted to thank you, Lord Potter, for all of the aid you and Lady Potter have done for me in dealing with my father.”

James smiled back at Daphne. “You're welcome. We’re glad to help. But please, call me James.”

“Of course, James,” Daphne replied.

Suddenly, Lily perked up. “Say Daphne, Hermione, why don’t you two join us for supper tonight?”

Hermione and Daphne both looked surprised at her. Daphne spoke before she could stop herself. “Why?” She immediately blushed at what she had said and tried to apologize but Lily put a comforting hand on Daphne’s shoulder.

“It’ll be good for all of us to sit down together and talk. We’ve spent a lot of time talking together, maybe it's time for Harry and James to be there for that too,” Lily smiled. “And of course, Hermione is like a daughter to me.”

Hermione blushed lightly at the comment. Given how much time Harry and Hermione and their families had spent together over the summers, she knew that they were all very close to one another. But it was still wonderful to hear what Lily thought of her. “I’d love to come to supper,” Hermione told Lily.

Everyone’s eyes looked over at Daphne. She looked a little unsure about the whole affair. Suddenly a thought popped up into her mind. “Is Tracey invited too?” She asked Lily.

Hermione didn’t miss the nearly suppressed grimace that crossed Lily’s lips. She was sure that Daphne hadn’t missed it either. “Yes, of course she is,” Lily replied, forcing a smile.

Hermione furrowed her brow. Did Lily dislike Tracey? She was shaken from her thoughts on the matter when Daphne replied. “I’d be happy to attend then.”

“Great,” James smiled, breaking the awkward tension. “We’ll see all of you at six then.”

Putting his arm around his wife, James gently guided Lily back down the corridor to the staircase. As soon as they left, Daphne eyed Hermione carefully. “Why does Professor Potter not like Tracey?” She asked.

Hermione bit her lower lip. “I don’t know,” she muttered. “You saw the look too then?”

Daphne nodded. “That and a few offhand comments sometimes when I’ve spoken to her in her office or her lab. I haven’t been able to really learn why though.”

“Well, Tracey is the one shagging Harry,” Hermione suggested with a shrug.

“Hmm,” Daphne hummed noncommittally. “I thought that Harry had mentioned before that his parents were fine with the whole arrangement.”

“I thought so too,” Hermione agreed. “Maybe they feel differently now that it’s actually a reality and not just an impending event.”

Daphne sighed. “We should go check on the two lovebirds.”

When the two women walked back to the entrance to Harry’s room, Daphne didn’t bother knocking. She just threw open the door and stepped inside like it was her own room. “Why aren’t you two dressed yet?” Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow at Tracey and Harry who were both out of bed, picking up their clothes that had been tossed casually onto the floor.

“We needed a minute to talk,” Harry replied, uncaring of his nudity. “Close the door, would you Hermione?”

Hermione quickly closed the door behind her. Despite the fact that Hermione had seen Tracey in various states of undress regularly over the past month and a half, Tracey still seemed somewhat embarrassed to be seen.

Daphne plopped down on Harry’s couch. “Your parents stopped by to invite you to dinner,” she told Harry as he finally pulled his underwear back on. “But we’ve all been invited now.”

“All of us?” Tracey peeped out.

Daphne nodded her head and put on a wicked grin. “I’d hate to be in your shoes right now,” she chuckled.

Tracey looked like she wanted to die as she quickly put on her rumpled clothes. “Please tell me she doesn’t hate me.”

“Well, I doubt she hates you,” Daphne commented a little sadly. “But she doesn’t seem to particularly like you.” She turned her focus back to Harry. “Do you know why that is?”

Harry frowned at her. “She’s never said anything to me about her having an issue with Tracey. What did she say to you.”

“Nothing much,” Daphne answered. “There’s just been a couple of weird comments and looks whenever Tracey gets brought up.”

Harry nodded his head, his face still full of concern. “I’ll talk to her about it tonight.”

Tracey gave Harry a weak smile, but Hermione could tell that she didn’t look particularly well. She was nervously playing with the hem of her skirt. “I guess I should head back to my room to get ready for supper.”

“I’ll come with you,” Daphne said, standing up immediately.

Harry gave Tracey a peck on the lips before she and Daphne left the room.

“This is going to be an awkward supper, isn’t it?” Harry asked Hermione.

Hermione smiled and nodded her head. “If it wasn’t for Tracey, I’d do my best to make it ten times more awkward.”

Harry scowled at her. “Some friend you are.”

Hermione grinned and stuck her tongue out at Harry. “You should get ready for dinner too. You and this room reek of sex.”

“Jealous that you’re not getting any from Draco?” Harry smirked at her.

Hermione shook her head and laughed. “At least my parents didn’t walk in on me.”

“Ooh, is that a challenge, Ms. Granger?” Harry teased. “Maybe I should inform your parents all about the attendants arrangement.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Hermione threatened, taking out her wand.

“Wouldn’t I?” Harry replied, a smile playing across his lips. He had to step to the side to dodge a low-powered stinging hex. “Don’t you think they’d like to know that their daughter has a couple of servants to attend to all of her sexual needs?”

Harry laughed as he dodged Hermione’s hexes as he made his way to the bathroom. “I’ll see you at supper!” He shouted as he quickly closed the door behind him.

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Right on time, Harry, Tracey, Daphne, and Hermione all arrived at Lily’s private rooms for supper. Every member of the Hogwarts staff had their own private suite which included two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large living room with a dining area. Tracey had been incredibly nervous on the way to Lily’s rooms, but Harry kept assuring her that everything would be fine. After all, his parents had assured him this summer that they were fine with him having attendants. They had even teased him about it, there was no reason that they should be surprised to see him with Tracey.

The door to Lily’s rooms swung open as Harry approached. Inside, quiet music coming from a wizarding wireless set played. James and Lily were both seated on one of two couches in the living room, talking quietly to one another. As soon as they saw the door open, they both stood up and walked over to meet the group.

“Harry,” Lily smiled at her son as she embraced him.

Harry returned the hug before James quickly replaced Lily. “I’ve missed you,” James sighed.

“I’ve missed you too,” Harry told his father sincerely. Stepping back, Harry put a comforting hand on Tracey’s back. “I know that you’ve met her before mum, but this is Tracey Davis,” he smiled, gently urging Tracey forward.

Doing her best not to blush at the memory of what happened earlier in the day, Tracey reached forward to shake James’s hand. “Hello, Mr. Potter,” she said, unusually meekly for Tracey.

Harry had been worried that his father was going to make a stupid joke right away, but thankfully he refrained from that. “A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Davis,” he replied, shaking her hand. “But please, call me James.”

“Only if you call me Tracey,” she smiled. James nodded and released her hand. “Professor Potter,” Tracey said, turning to face Harry’s mother.

The strained smile was back on Lily’s face. “You can feel free to call me Lily in private.”

“Well come on in,” James said, ushering the group inside. “Supper will be ready as soon as we place our order to the kitchen.”

Harry, Tracey, Daphne, and Hermione all made their way inside the large room. James and Lily led them over to the dining table where six chairs were placed. Each place setting had a short scroll of parchment with a list of different foods. Harry knew from past experience that it was the same foods that the elves would be preparing for the meal in the Great Hall tonight.

Harry settled into his seat with Tracey beside him. Daphne and Hermione sat opposite them while Lily and James took up their spots at either end of the rectangular table. It was quiet for a minute as everyone decided on their meals.

It was James that finally broke the silence. “So, Tracey, I heard that you’re in all the same classes as Harry.”

Tracey nodded her head as she put down her parchment. “Almost. I’m not in Transfiguration, but I do also take Arithmancy and Ancient Runes.”

“Six N.E.W.T. classes huh,” James snorted. “That’s more than I could have handled. You must be quite bright to make it into all of those N.E.W.T. level classes.”

“She is,” Harry smiled, placing his hand on Tracey’s knee.

James smiled at his son. “You seem like a very caring person, Tracey. Lily mentioned to me what you did for Daphne.”

For the first time since this topic had been brought up, Daphne didn’t seem to have an overly adverse reaction to it. Harry could plainly see that she did seem a tiny bit guilty even now, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was. “I’m just glad that it all seemed to work out for the best,” Tracey smiled, glancing over at Harry.

James didn’t miss the looks that Tracey gave his son. Nor did he miss the love-filled eyes that Harry had when he looked at Tracey. “Oh, Merlin,” James laughed and looked across the table at Lily. “Is this what I looked like when I was flirting with you back at Hogwarts.”

Lily let out a quiet, slightly awkward chuckle. “You did look like a love-sick puppy at times.”

James returned his gaze to Harry and Tracey. “There’s a bit more going on here than just the attendant relationship, am I right?” He questioned them with a grin.

Both Harry and Tracey looked at each other, blushed lightly, and then looked away. James howled with laughter. “I knew it!” He exclaimed. “You both really do like each other.”

“We do,” Harry said, trying to fight back the grin coming onto his face. “We were just really lucky like that.”

“I can only imagine,” James replied. “Well, I’m glad that it's all working out well for you two. Isn’t that right, Lily?”

“Mmm hmm,” Lily nodded. Now that Harry was paying attention to his mother, he could see that she didn’t seem totally convinced. Immediately, a cold wash of dread passed through his body. Daphne was right. He hadn’t exactly doubted her when she had told him this earlier today, but Harry just hadn’t noticed it before. Now that he was really paying attention to his mother’s reactions, he could see what Daphne meant.

Everyone placed their orders by speaking the dish they wanted aloud. Within seconds, their orders appeared right on their plates along with several pitchers of different beverages. Hermione started asking James about his recent Auror work in between bites. Harry knew that his dad loved Hermione’s inquisitive nature. The fact that he was able to show off how great he was at his job didn’t hurt his enthusiasm for answering Hermione’s questions either.

“So, mum,” Harry said, getting Lily’s attention. “Tracey and I decided on our term paper. We’re planning on doing a comparative analysis between the Wit-Sharpening Potion with the Scintillating Solution.”

Lily smiled at Harry. “That sounds like a great choice.”

Harry nodded. “Tracey suggested it when we were trying to come up with our ideas. She already made a batch of each for us to examine.”

“How nice,” Lily said in a placating manner. “Did Daphne tell you that she’ll be doing hers all on her own?”

“No,” Tracey shook her head. “What are you going to be doing, Daph?”

Daphne smiled lightly. “Professor Potter suggested that I try my hand at Polyjuice potion. It’ll take a month to brew so I just got started on it a few days ago.”

Lily smiled brightly at Daphne. “I know that it’ll turn out amazingly,” she said, putting a comforting hand on Daphne’s shoulder.

“I’d love to get your feedback on some of our early findings,” Tracey said to Lily, doing her best to put a pleasant look on her face. “It could be a great help in determining where we take out analysis.”

Again, Harry noticed that Lily’s smile seemed a bit more forced. “Of course. You can always speak to me for a few minutes after class about it.”

Harry frowned at his mother’s dismissal. He noticed Tracey sink down slightly in her seat and he couldn’t help but feel some anger towards his mother. He was about to say something when he noticed the neutral look on Daphne’s face. Harry had seen that look plenty of times now. It was a telltale sign that Daphne was quite displeased.

“Perhaps Tracey could come with me next weekend when we have tea in your office,” Daphne suggested before taking a bite of her pork loin.

“Perhaps,” Lily replied weakly.

That was it. Harry had had enough.

He got to his feet suddenly, and everyone’s eyes snapped on to him. Before he could tell his mother off for her behaviour, there was a knocking at the window behind him. Lily peered around Harry’s form with a frown. She quickly got to her feet and walked over to the window to let the owl inside.

A tawny owl flew into the room and dropped a letter off right on Harry’s plate of half-eaten food before it swooped back around and out the window again. As soon as Lily closed the window shut again, the letter floated in mid-air in front of Harry. The letter automatically opened itself up and a loud cough came from the parchment.

“Dear Mr. Potter,” the parchment read in an authoritative tone. “Lord Cyrus Greengrass has lodged a formal complaint with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that you have conspired with Miss Daphne Greengrass to usurp a legally-binding, magical betrothal contract which was submitted to the Ministry on July twenty-seventh of this year. Due to the severity of this accusation and the supporting evidence submitted, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has referred this case to the Wizengamot. A preliminary hearing has been scheduled for 10 am on the second of November. Hoping that you are well, Maxwell Chambers, Ministry of Magic.”

The letter promptly folded itself back up neatly and dropped onto Harry’s plate again.

Everyone was silent in the room after the letter finished. Harry looked over at Daphne with concern. She was looking unusually pale and her eyes were locked on to the letter.

“Daphne,” Tracey said quietly as she got up and rushed around to the other side of the table. She wrapped her arms around Daphne and started whispering something into her ear.

Hermione gave Harry a wide-eyed look. “I didn’t think it’d actually get this bad,” she muttered to him.

Gently, Tracey helped Daphne up out of her seat. “Sorry about this,” Tracey said apologetically to James and Lily. “I’m going to take Daphne back to her room.”

“No, it's not your fault,” James said as he got to his feet. “I’ll come with you.”

Tracey gave James an appreciative smile as she led the shell-shocked Daphne out of the room. James followed them. Harry gave Hermione a pointed look and gestured his head at the door. Hermione caught on immediately. “I’m going to go make sure they’re okay,” Hermione said as she got to her feet. “Thanks for having us over for dinner, Mrs. Potter.” Before Lily could reply, Hermione made her way out of the room.

Once Hermione was gone, Harry finally faced his mother. She was still standing by the window, looking very surprised by the whole affair. “I had hoped we’d have a little longer before we would have to deal with this,” she said quietly. “Daphne doesn’t deserve any of this.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Harry agreed.

Lily let out a long sigh. “I’m just glad that you’re around to help make sure she’s okay. She’s mentioned that you two are starting to talk more.”

“She’s warmed up to me a lot since the start of the year,” Harry nodded. “I’ll do whatever I can to make sure she’s okay.”

Lily smiled at Harry. “I know you will. I’m so glad that the two of you are getting along.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at his mother. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, fearing the answer.

“Nothing,” Lily said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “She’s just a wonderful young woman and I’m glad that the two of you are becoming closer.”

Harry fixed Lily with a cold look. “Why don’t you like Tracey, mum?”

“I never said I didn’t,” Lily defended herself weakly. Harry’s gaze intensified as Lily shuffled her feet in indecision. “Harry, I’m happy that you’re happy with Tracey,” she told him honestly. “But I genuinely believe that Daphne would be great for you.”

Harry closed his eyes in frustration. “That’s fine, you can think whatever you would like, but you still didn’t answer my question about Tracey.”

Lily still seemed nervous, unwilling to wholly speak her mind. “Tracey seems nice,” Lily replied.

“Maybe if you actually had a long conversation with her, you’d think she’s amazing,” Harry shouted at Lily. “I get it, you’ve spent lots of time with Daphne and you really like her, but Tracey is who I really care for. Did you know that she’s been asking me all about you? What your likes and dislikes are. She wants to start to get to know you better. But when she tried to find common ground earlier tonight, you just shot her down.”

Lily looked incredibly distraught at Harry’s words. She let out a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry.”

Harry forced himself to calm down so that he wouldn’t continue to shout at his mother. As angry as he was with her, he still didn’t want to upset her. “I really care for Tracey and she really cares about it. We have a real emotional connection that goes beyond the attendants arrangement.”

Lily nodded. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other,” she said quietly. “You both must care for each other a lot.”

“If you’ve noticed that, then why do you seem so against Tracey?” Harry asked her again.

Lily took in a deep breath. “I guess . . . it’s just a bit hard seeing you grow up like this.”

“Weren’t you the one teasing me this summer about being an adult and to just enjoy myself?”

Lily bit her lower lip. “I think my mind got a bit carried away with things. The real situation is just a bit different than I imagined in my head. I know your father has felt the same. The attendants program makes sense logically, but it's just different when it's your own family that is a part of it.” Lily let out a long sigh. “I promise you that I’ll make an effort to get to know Tracey better.”

Harry smiled at his mom. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “I know I’ve only been with her for a month and half now, but she and I have just meshed really well together. I promised Daphne that I would pay for her to be released from her attendant contract after the minimum five years is up. When I offered the same to Tracey, she actually turned me down.”

“She did?” Lily asked.

Harry nodded his head. “Her parents could have paid for her release if they wanted, but Tracey told me that she doesn’t want to be released. She really likes me for me. It’s not just about the sex.”

Lily gave an awkward laugh. “I know that now. Sorry for barging in on you two earlier today.”

Harry fought down a blush and waved his mother off. “Don’t worry about it. It was an accident.”

“Well, I guess I just need to get used to it. Did you hear that the Ministry is talking about relaxing restrictions on public sex for everyone now, not just people with attendants?”

Harry avoided Lily’s gaze. “Err, no, I didn’t hear that. But trust me, you don’t need to worry about seeing me and Tracey like that.”

“Uh huh,” Lily said, a small smirk on her lips. “Don’t think I didn’t notice her touching you in potions class a couple of weeks ago.”

It was useless to try to fight the blush that lit up Harry’s face. “I told her to wait until later.” Harry snorted. “I guess that’s another reason you weren’t too keen on her.”

“It didn’t help my feelings,” Lily admitted. “But I promise that I will move past it. It might be awkward for a bit, but I won’t be upset with you or Tracey if you want to do things in my class or the Great Hall.”

Harry groaned. “Merlin, why do you always make these conversations so difficult?”

Lily laughed at him. “It’s fine, Harry. It's the new norm in the magical world, we’re all just doing our best to adapt to it.”

Harry nodded. “Right, well, I’m going to go check up on Daphne,” he said, eager to escape the conversation.

“All right,” Lily said as she came up to give Harry a hug goodbye. “I’ll check in with Tracey later this week to see if she’d like to come over for tea. I know that I’ll love her in no time.”

“Good,” Harry replied, returning the hug. “I really appreciate it, mum.”

Harry left Lily’s room with a great sigh of relief. That conversation had gone well, he supposed. He’d have to let Tracey know about his talk with his mum. She’d be glad to hear that it had gone so well.

Harry’s mind turned to think about Daphne as he made his way down the corridors. She must be absolutely devastated about the whole situation with her father. Thankfully, Lily and James had begun to prepare for this case already. Now, it was up to Harry and Daphne to prepare for what was to come. Harry knew that the preliminary hearing would just outline the case before the Wizengamot and they would decide if there was enough evidence to warrant a trial. Given the fact that Cyrus was forging documents and had many allies within the magical judicial body, it was almost a foregone conclusion that this case would move forward to trial.

Harry would be ready for it when it came. Daphne didn’t deserve any of this, and Harry would be damned if he let her father just ship her off to be married to someone against her will.