Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 19

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.
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Last Days of Summer
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The next morning, Harry was slowly woken by the gentle rousing of the others in his mind. He felt Hermione wake first, mentally groaning about the soreness between her legs. He opened his own eyes expecting to see her climbing from the bed, yet was instead greeted by the sight of two magnificent breasts in his face. The soft pale skin that practically glowed with porcelain perfection was a dead giveaway on whose tits they were.

Fleur whined pitifully in her sleep as he gently rolled her off him and turned to spoon Susan. Harry smiled softly at the sight of the blonde and redhead cuddling closely before turning and finally catching sight of his favourite bushy-haired witch.

‘Alright love?’ He pulsed in her mind.

She verbally hummed in response and sent back a nudge of reassurance. Hermione slowly stood from the bed, giving him an ample view of her bruised bottom as she stood.

‘Suppose we did take it a bit far with the spanking last night…’ He thought.

Hermione laughed at that and he blushed when he realized that his mental walls weren’t fully up yet. “S’alright love. If it helps I really enjoyed it.” She said with a saucy wink over her shoulder. The witch paused to yawn and stretch her arms high above her head. The sunlight streaming in from the window cast a heavenly glow around her form, showing off her picturesque beauty. Hermione sighed and dropped her arms before standing on shaky legs. About this time, Daphne began to stir as well.

“Hng- Wha’timeisit?” The blonde grumbled as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.

Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead gently causing the girl to sigh and smile happily. “Just after seven love. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

She shook her head and stood as well. ‘No point. I’m awake now but bloody hell my pussy is sore…’ She complained in their minds. It was an odd thing they had picked up. After months of having the bond, each of them had devolved into switching between verbal and mental communications without thought even if they were all in the same room. Harry sometimes even caught himself doing it in the middle of a sentence.

‘I had some muscle relief potions made in advance.’ Hemione giggled as Daphne fell into her. She leaned down and kissed the blonde chastely on the lips before pulling her up. 

‘Oh you’re so getting lucky for that Granger.’ Daphne sighed.

Harry watched them go, the two girls slowly limping towards the bathroom no doubt to drink down a potion or two and take a shower afterwards. He thought about joining them but in the end fell back into the bed with a sigh, content to doze for a few minutes longer at least.

It wasn’t to be though as no sooner did he close his eyes than the door burst open with a singsong voice.

“Ohhhh wakey wakeyyy love birds!” Tonks exclaimed with a smirk.

From beside him both Fleur and Susan groaned at the woman’s boisterous entrance. Fleur even went as far as to rip the blanket away from Harry to wrap over her head.

“Eet is far too early for ze ‘wakey wakey’!” Fleur’s muffled snarl came from under the duvet. 

Tonks snickered at the French witch’s moan and turned towards him. The smirk on her face widened as she caught sight of the rather obvious morning wood Harry sported between his legs. 

“Well it seems like something is awake alright.” She drawled with a small pur.

At first Harry blushed and made to cover himself yet stopped midway through. Tonks had seen his cock before after all. Seen it, sucked it, and rode it to be frank. There wasn’t any harm in her staring, and he quite liked the way she eyed him hungrily.

Her eyes twinkled delightfully when he set his hand to his side and sat back leisurely. She bit her lip momentarily as she stared before finally glazing back up to meet his gaze.

“So have a good birthday Wonder Boy?” She asked with a teasing lilt.

Harry snorted and shook his head exasperated. “Did you come here to just tease us about last night Tonks or is there another reason? Not that I’m complaining about seeing your pretty face but shouldn’t you be at work.”

Tonks plopped down on the bed with a roll of her eyes. “I am at work you prat.” She laughed. “Bonesy wanted me to talk to you and little red about the security measures for the school year. Officially, I’m here to discuss schedules, rules and protocols, and other nit-picky things.”

“Officially?” He asked with a raised brow.

Tonks smiled lecherously and stood. “Unofficially well….” She suddenly twirled in place. Harry watched as her official auror robes seemed to melt away and be replaced by a thin pair of bright red thongs and black nipple pasties with the words ‘Fuck Me’ on them. “I think you can guess that one.”

Despite his exhaustion from the previous night, Harry felt his cock lurch with excitement at the sight of the auror’s toned body. Instinctively his hand went to idly stoke his stiffened length as Tonks slowly showed off every inch of her athletic form, yet he was surprised to find another hand already there. He couldn’t help but gasp as the hand began to pump his cock in a dangerously tight grip. Looking down, Harry was met by the lust-filled gaze of Fleur as she stared at him hungrily.

“Do not look at me ‘Arry. Look at ‘er~” She purred.

Harry groaned as Fleur’s pace quickened. Heeding her words, he turned to face Tonks once more, only to see the pink-haired witch now crawling slowly over the bed and coming to rest between his legs with her face inches away from his cock.

“Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Tonks commented to Fleur. “You’re too much of a needy slut to choose beauty sleep over a big cock.”

Harry internally winced. Tonks was a no filter type of person, especially when it came to teasing someone else, but Fleur tended to have quite an ego on her. It had gotten better since the tournament but at times it was still easy to bruise, and having your cock in her hand wasn’t the best place to be when that happened.

“Oui.” Fleur laughed and Harry let out a sigh of relief. “But I find myself far just as eager to taste your chatte non?”

Tonks giggled and reached out to take Harry’s cock from her grasp. “Then what are you waiting for Delacour?” She wiggled her hips enticingly. “My pussy isn’t going to lick itself!”

Fleur pushed the blanket off her causing Susan to groan sleepily and curl up into a dozing cocoon. Harry’s eyes weren’t on his sleeping girlfriend though as he tracked Fleur’s devilishly sexy curves bounce with every move. Tonks too watched the Veela crawl sexily over the bed until the French flower was positioned right behind her. 

Tonks bit her lip in arousal as Fleur leaned down to grip her toned asscheeks in a tight grip. The auror leaned down to nuzzle Harry’s cock with a soft mewl as Fleur rubbed a finger over her clothed slit.

“T-tease.” She gasped.

“You are one to talk. Are you simply going to ‘old ‘is cock or be a good girl and suck eet?” Fleur bit back with a smirk before thumbing the girl’s cunt once more.

Tonks groaned and descended upon his shaft. There was no hesitation before she completely swallowed him down. His tip hit the back of her throat almost instantly and the metamorph wasted no time in bobbing her head wildly up and down his thick shaft.

“Zat’s eet~” Fleur purred. “‘Ow does zat feel ‘Arry?”

“Fucking incredible!” He gasped as he threaded his fingers through the metamorph’s now blazing purple hair.

Fleur giggled and began to slowly peel Tonks’ thong down her legs. “Bien, she deserves a reward zen no?” Fleur finished pulling the lacey material down and once more gripped Tonks’ shapely ass. Leaning forward Fleur hovered her face inches from the purple-haired witch’s bare cunt and breathed in deeply. “Oui~ She ‘as a fantastic scent. I shall enjoy zis very much.” The Veela purred.

Without warning, Fleur buried her face deep into Tonks’ wet snatch causing the metamorph to release a muffled scream of delight around his cock. The action sent an interesting sensation down his length and Harry wanted to feel it again.

“Don’t hold back Fleur. Tonks is a big girl after all, I’m sure she can take it.” He smirked. Tonks glared playfully up at him with her kaleidoscope eyes as she dutifully sucked him. Fleur for her part pulled back and smiled.

“Do not worry mon amor~” Fleur purred. “I ‘ave no intention of doing zat.”

The blonde leaned forward once more. Yet instead of lowering herself to down to lap at Tonks’ wet quim, Fleur flicked her tongue up higher and rimmed the outside of the metamorph’s puckered asshole. Tonks moaned heatedly around his cock and took him deeper into her throat. Her abilities came in handy once again, allowing her to swallow his cock effortlessly down her gullet with barely a sound.

Harry groaned as her throat vibrated with the sounds of her pleasure. Each time Fleur drove another moan from her lips her throat would constrict delightfully around his cock. Gripping her hair tightly, Harry deliberately pulled her head up his shaft. Tonks hummed in delight at the hair pulled and slurped on his length loudly. Only when her mouth reached the tip did he change direction and slam her roughly back down, spearing her throat once more on his thick cock with a loud ‘GLURK!’

There was no time for her to recover as he set a harried pace. He added his other hand to the mix, gripping either side of her head and slamming his cock down her throat with brutal strength. Tonks clawed at his thighs, not in panic but in arousal. Her hands fought to pull him even deeper. It was an impossible goal but one he tried to help her achieve by thrusting his hips upwards. His balls slammed against her chin repeatedly with a loud ‘SMACK SMACK SMACK’! With every thrust, Tonks’ hair would suddenly shift in colour, from red to yellow, to pink, blue, and even a rainbow of hues.

From behind the metamorph, Fleur was frantically exploring her depths. The blonde witch moaned against the older girl’s wet folds as she sucked harshly on Tonk’s swollen clit and whirled her tongue deep within the auror’s cunt. From above her mouth, Fleur drove two digits wildly in and out of Tonks’ puckered hole. There was no hesitancy in her movements, nor fear that she would hurt the buxom witch. Fleur fully explored the other girl's holes with gusto, going as rough or as gentle as she liked, oftentimes switching between the two in mere moments.

It wasn’t long before the vicious attacks on her cunt and asshole sent Tonks careening over the edge. She came with a silent cry as she buried his cock as deep as she could down her throat and trembled with orgasmic intensity. Fleur moaned and lapped at the girl’s gushing juices at an overly lewd volume. The Veela giggled as a sudden second wind of the metamorph’s climax forced a small squirt of girl cum to paint her chin unexpectantly. She leaned forward and flicked Tonks’ clit with her tongue once more as the now pink-again haired witch came down from her orgasmic high.

Tonks pulled off his cock with a gasp and batted the Veela’s face away from her cunt. She groaned pitifully as Fleur didn’t listen and continued to abuse her oversensitive clit. Falling forward, Tonks nuzzled his cock and moaned pitifully. Fleur continued to tease the older witch for only a few more moments before sitting up with a bright smile.

“Apologies ma cherie- You simply taste wonderful!”

Tonks groaned in response and pushed herself up slowly. “Yeah well- lets see how smug you are after your cunt is that sentitive.” She grumbled.

Fleure smirked. “I loof forward to eet.” The french which peered past Tonks and her gaze locked on to Harry’s still hard cock. “Quel dommage- We cannot leave ‘Arry so unsatisfied now can we?” She reached forward and slapped Tonk’s bum before giving her small push forward. “Go on Nymphadora- I wish to see you ride ‘im!”

Tonks went without a fight, settling herself over Harry’s waist before reaching down and giving his cock a few small test strokes.

“Merlin I’ve missed this.” She whispered more to herself than to Harry.

As his tip breached her entrance and she slowly speared herself upon him, Harry groaned out in agreement. “And I’ve missed that- fuck!” He exclamied when Tonks suddenly shifted forward and slammed his cock completely inside her cunt.

He caught her in his arms as the girl grunted as well and she looked behind her in confusion.

“Fleur what the fu- Oh! Oh~” She purred.

Fleur knelt behind her between Harry’s legs. Around her waist was one of the girls’ magical strap-on’s with the shaft nestled delicately between Tonks’ voluptuous asscheeks. There was no mystery as to what the mischievous Veela had planned. 

Tonks giggled and wiggled her ass alluringly, causing her inner walls to twist and tighten around his sheathed cock wondoursly. 

Harry could tell the moment Fleur pierced the metamorph’s tight ass. He didn’t even need to pay attention to the way Tonks pitched forward and wrapped her arms tight around his neck or hear the way she sobbed with pleasure and begged the Veela to keep going. No, Harry knew by the way her pussy became even more unbelievably tight and her walls clamped down on him like a vice. The metamorph shuddered above him from her sudden climax while Fleur waited patiently for her to get used to the feeling.

After a few moments, Tonks whimpered and began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first, before moaning out in rich pleasure. Harry and Fleur both moaned in unison as well. Tonks’ holes were velvety and wet, and Harry nearly came undone from the feeling right then and there. Thankfully, after months of fucking his three beautiful girlfriends and the occasional guest, he had more than enough mental fortitude to hold himself back and enjoy the ride.

Fleur changed the pace first. She slapped the pink-haired auror’s ass hard before girpping her waist and pitching forward. Tonks screamed as her backdoor was brutally taken by the French woman.

Harry, not wanting to be left out, set his feet into the mattress and began to thrust upwards with heavy force. He felt Tonks tense above him as he joined in on forcefully fucking her holes. There were no sounds coming from her as she came hard. The only noises in the room were that of Fleur and Harry’s hips slapping against hers as she climaxed. Tonks couldn’t do anything more but bury her head into Harry’s neck and let her orgasm rip through her body.

“O-Oh fffuuuck!” She whimpered in his ear. “S-so full- so so f-full! Please- Please- Please-” The metamorph begged, trailing off as she let out a quiet squeak of pleasure. 

Above her, Fleur’s hips were moving even faster as the blonde witch panted in pleasure. The magical toy was doing it’s job phenomenally, sending all the sensations it felt alond it’s shaft directly into it’s wearer’s clit. Where Tonks moans were near silent, Fleur’s were loud and pronounced. She cursed in french while expelling the sluttiest noises Harry had ever heard. 

At this point he doubted Fleur was still thrusting out of teasing amusement, but a desperate need to cum instead. She was insatiable as her Veela breeding intended. Even last night she had been the mozt zealous of their group as they fucked, licked, and pounded the night away. It was her who was the last to fall as well. After Susan got her fill of cum like she wanted, the french witch had started another round of kinky sex between them all. She had finally passed out with the others after Harry’s came a final time deep inside her cunt while she rode him. They fell asleep with the blonde witch still atop him and his cock nestled inside her pussy. It was why when he woke this morning, her glorious tit’s were pressed against his face, and Harry couldn’t say that he minded.

Now, that witch was returning. After a good nights rest and a new partner to join the fun, Fleur was letting her instinct run wild as she frantically buggered the pink-haired witch. Harry couldn’t help but moan when he felt Tonks pussy, sloppy and wet from her numerous orgasms, once more tighten around him.

“F-fuck! Fleur I’m not- Hng!-  gonna last much longer!” He grunted.

Fleur hissed in approval. “Oui! OUI! OUI! Cum wiz me! Fill ‘er pussy wiz your seed mon amor!”

Harry groaned and slammed himself fully inside of Tonks’ slippery wet snatch. He erupted inside her just as he heard Fleur let out a trembling wail and stilled above them. Between them, Tonks sobbed with pleasure as her pussy was filled with torrent of cum while the toy in her ass was shoved as deep as it could possibly go.

After the last drops of cum painted the metamorph’s insides, the pair slowly pulled out of her abused holes with shuddering breaths. Fleur collapsed in a heap between them and a whimpering Susan. The red head still somehow asleep despite suddenly climaxing through their bind. The french witch sighed and cuddled up to them while Harry ran soft caresses down Tonk’s back.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened to reveal two very wet and red-faced witches. They were wrapped in towels, yet by their panting breaths, Harry could tell Hermione and Daphne had been having just as much fun as he had been. By the horny looks on their faces as they took in the sight of Fleur and Tonks nude and wrapped around him, one’s cunt slick with her own juices and the other’s with his cum, it was obvious the fun wasn’t over just yet.

Maybe he would need one of Hermione’s muscle relief potions afterall…

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The walls around him used to make him feel safe. He had grown up here after all. They were the walls of his home.

Now those same walls felt like a prison cell. Much like the ones that held his mother in the dungeons below. He tried not to think about her and what horrors had most likely befallen her as the dark lord’s captive. One thing he was certain of though was that she would probably be better off dead.

Draco tried in vain to calm his shuddering breath. As he stalked through the halls to his fath- to his master’s study- he couldn’t help but let the terror fill him with each step.

The walls around him were supposed to bring comfort, now the shadows they cast only brought fear.

The door to the study creaked open as he approached, as if expecting him. Perhaps the doors weren’t, but the individual inside certainly once.

He entered without a word, keeping his gaze low as he approached the man in his father’s chair. Draco knelt without a word and kept his body impossibly still. How long he waited? He didn’t know. Hours it felt like, but perhaps only seconds. Seconds before this… thing certainly felt like an eternity.

“Rise.” Came his master’s wheezing order and Draco did so.

The thing in his father’s chair smiled. Smiled with his father’s face yet it was so obviously not. Lucius Malfoy was a handsome man, and this thing that wore his skin was a horror to look at. Skin tinted green and sickly with black veins sprawling throughout. His teeth, which were once white and perfect, were now rotten and cracked. The only thing that remained of his father’s blonde hair were clumps of grimy yellow strands atop a blistered head. It was a horrible sight, yet the eyes were by far the worst.

Draco knew his father was a cold man, cold and perhaps even evil. But not to him. When Lucius would look at him it was with a stone gaze that he reserved for everyone but there was at least an undertone of softness for his son.

Now, only red orbs filled with thinly veiled contempt and disgust stared back at him. Eyes that said he was nothing more to the man than a tool to be used and disposed of when necessary.

Draco hated those eyes.

“Tell me Draco-” The Dark Lord hissed. “-will you fail me like so many of your family has before you?”

“N-no my lord.” He replied quickly, knowing the Dark Lord hated hesitation.

“So certain.” Voldemort mused. “And yet your father is dead and your mother is nothing more than a rat in the dungeons now. You understand Draco- that to me the Malfoy name is one of traitors.”

“I w-would never betray you my lord. Mother and father we fools to defy you.”

He flinched as a sound akin to that of creaking metal filled the room. Draco shuddered when he realized what the sound was- the Dark Lord was laughing.

“Indeed they were. I believe your words to be true young one but-” His master’s eyes narrowed. “-your families crimes must be paid for.”

“My lord?” He asked with a gulp.

The Dark Lord stood. A feat in and of itself as the muscles in his legs were nearly rotted away. Draco dared not watch as the Dark Lord used a cane to limp towards his father’s desk.

“You will continue with the mission given to you and your new brothers while at Hogwarts but I have another task for you as well.” Voldemort wheezed. 

He watched as the Dark Lord pulled out a piece of parchment from somewhere in the desk and banished it towards him. Draco caught the flying paper quickly despite his shaky hands.

“That-” Voldemort coughed. “-is what you seek. Find it and deliver to me. Only then will the sins of your family be forgiven Draco.”

Draco nodded and glanced down at the parchment, frowning slightly at the image of the small, jewel-encrusted circlet.
“A crown my lord?”

The Dark Lord laughed. “A diadem. One lost to mankind, until I found it once more years ago.” His master suddenly doubled over and coughed. “You will return it to me Draco, or else I will rip your mother to shreds piece by piece while you watch. Do not fail me.”

Draco bowed quickly and left the room as fast as he could. The Dark Lord heeded him no mind, instead hoarsly yelling for Snape to bring him more ‘milk’.

When he reached his rooms, Draco slammed and locked the door behind him, fighting to catch his breath. Once his heart settled, he looked once more at the drawing of the diadem in fear.

He didn’t know why the Dark Lord wanted a piece of jewelry so bad, but one thing was for sure.

His mother’s life depended on it.

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Author’s Note

That’s a wrap for the summer intermission! Next chapter officially begins Act 2 and with it the beginnings of fifth year! What will change? What threats lay in wait? And who will join in on the groups fun next?! We’ll have to wait and see…

Thanks for reading!