Clever Snakes- Part 4

AN: This took longer than I was expecting, but I'm still trying to work back into my rhythm with everything. I am happy with how it turned out in the end, and I hope you enjoy.

Casting-

Tracey- Shaelah McGilton

Daphne- Nicole Deliah

“I really don’t see the appeal.” Daphne said as she dotted the last line of her most recent transfiguration assignment. “They claim that the winner will get ‘eternal glory’, but I doubt there’s a single person from any of the three schools who could even guess one winner of the Tri-wizard tournament.”

Since the start of the new term, he found himself spending more time with the two lovely Slytherins. There were obvious reasons, but even when they weren’t doing anything fun, he found himself seeking out their company more often than Ron or Hermione’s. Not that it hasn’t raised plenty of questions.

“Besides, as someone who gained ‘eternal glory’ without ever meaning to, I can say that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” Harry was lounging on the couch, legs hanging over the side his head resting in Tracey’s lap.

“A thousand galleons seem like a nice consolation though.” Tracey was reading through her Ancient Runes book while running her fingers through his dark hair.

“When the most likely outcome of the tournament is death, it seems rather trivial. No amount of galleons is worth it if you’re not alive to enjoy them.” Rolling up the parchment, Daphne tucked it away in her bag and made her way over to the couch. Harry was going to pull up his legs to give her room to sit, but instead she took a seat on his lap.

Tracey was trying to play devil’s advocate, “They say they’ve taken precautions this time around, made it safer.”

“Do you honestly trust the Ministry to manage that?” Daphne quirked one eyebrow at her friend.

It was Harry that answered though as he couldn’t hold back his amusement, “The same Ministry that arrested Hagrid in second year just so they could be seen to be doing something… No, somehow, I doubt it’ll be any safer than any of the ones before it.”

Tracey hummed her agreement, but he could tell that there was something that she really wanted to ask him, “So… you don’t have any intention of finding some work around so you can enter?”

“Merlin, no!” His reaction was immediate and honest, and he didn’t catch the relieved look shared between the two Slytherins, “Sirius has enough health issues after years in Azkaban, I don’t think he needs me to give him a heart attack on top of it. Besides, it’ll be nice to have a normal, calm year for once.”

“Good, it seems we finally knocked some sense into that Gryffindor head of yours.” Daphne tried to hide it, but there was no disguising the genuine relief in her voice.

“Hey, I don’t usually go looking for the trouble. And given what you lot did last year with Pettigrew, I’m not sure you’re the ones to talk.” Harry caught Tracey’s finger before she could poke him in the cheek.

“I’m sorry, did you just imply that we were behaving like… like… Gryffindors?!” He’d never heard Daphne sound so scandalized.

“Maybe…”

This time he caught the look they shared, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He’d stood face to face with Voldemort and a basilisk, but something about that look was far more frightening.

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“Harry Potter.” The Great Hall was deathly quiet, every eye in the room looking in his direction. He felt a hand pushing him up out of his seat.

It was Hermione as she insisted, “Go!”

He found himself looking around the room. There were so many faces looking back at him, faces filled with derision, skepticism, shock, and even some anger. He could hear the whispers starting before he even made it to Dumbledore. But he didn’t really see them, or hear them, because there were only two people that mattered. He found them staring back at him.

There was a part of him that was concerned he’d see that same judgement, but it wasn’t there. All he saw reflected in their faces was concern but as he turned and made his way toward the antechamber, he saw it shift into something more… and if it weren’t for the concern on their faces, he’d probably be afraid because they both looked furious. Whoever did this is going to regret it if they have anything to say about it.

As he trudged his way into the chamber, he saw the other champions, all there of their own intentions, in the room. It was Cedric that noticed him first, “Harry?”

“What iz it? Do zey want us back in ze ‘all?” Fleur asked him.

With a shake of his head, he made way over to lean against a cabinet. He was sure they’d all understand what was going on soon enough. It started with a great commotion as all the heads along with the Ministry officials came thundering down the stairs to the antechamber. It was only Dumbledore that seemed perfectly calm as he approached, “Harry, did you place your name in the Goblet of Fire?”

“No, professor.”

“Well, of course, he iz lying!” The massive Madam Maxime raged. What followed was a rather tedious conversation. By the time it was all said and done, he was informed that he would need to compete or else forfeit his magic, that the Goblet had created a contract that must be fulfilled, and finally, that the first task would take place the last week of November.

Karkaroff gave him a nasty look as he guided Krum out of the room while the famous quidditch player seemed unconcerned. Fleur turned her nose up at him as Maxime did the same. It left Harry and Cedric alone with Dumbledore, “Gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck in the trials to come. I’m sure you’ll both represent Hogwarts splendidly.”

“Cedric will represent Hogwarts, professor.” Harry corrected him, and it caught them off guard, “I’m a fourth champion who was entered against his will. I’m only interested in two things, finding out who did it and surviving. I’m not doing it for Hogwarts.”

“Yes, well…” Dumbledore didn’t seem to know what to say for a long moment, “I can assure you every effort will be made in getting to the bottom of this. Alastor is not renowned as an auror for nothing, and I have every faith in him.”

“As much faith as you had in the age-line?” Harry couldn’t help but retort back. It was always something at Hogwarts, and this felt like it was entirely avoidable with a bit more vigilance. Portraits, ghosts, any number of other individuals who very easily could have stood watch over the ancient artifact that makes unbreakable contracts would’ve been prudent.

The headmaster frowned and said rather tersely, “Significantly more, my boy. You do have my apologies that you’ve been put into this situation.”

“Yes, your apologies make up for putting me in yet another life-or-death situation, professor.” The older Hufflepuff was just standing there with his eyes almost comically big as he looked between Harry and the powerful wizard. Deciding there was no use beating a dead horse, he asked, “Do you still have the slip of paper with my name on it?”

The headmaster nodded and pulled it from within his robes and offered it over. Taking a long look at it, the singed edges made it hard to see, but at the bottom there was just a hint of something else written below it. He had a sinking suspicion in his gut.

Dumbledore noticed his reaction and asked, “What is it?”

There was a part of him, a smaller part than when he first arrived at the school certainly, that trusted the headmaster. And he almost told him what was on his mind, but there was another voice inside his head that sounded suspiciously like his two favorite Slytherins that made him hold his tongue, “Nothing, professor.”

They both knew he was lying, but there was nothing more to be said on the matter. With a sigh, Dumbledore bid them both one final farewell, “Gentlemen, I’m sure there are celebrations to be had and I won’t keep you any longer.” He walked up the steps out of the antechamber.

Harry glanced over at Cedric and found the older man looking at him with a quirked eyebrow. He couldn’t help but snap, “What?”

If he was offended by Harry’s tone, he didn’t show it, “You really didn’t do it?” It didn’t sound like some epiphany, just calm acceptance.

“I’ve nearly died enough for one lifetime, Cedric.  I didn’t have any interest in adding to the tally.”

The corner of his lip turned up in a smile, “If the tales of all your adventures around the castle are to be believed, that’s probably true.”

Showing him the slip with his name on it, he pointed to the edges, “And if you want hard proof, this was taken from one my assignments.”

He fingered the burnt edges and could see clearly as Harry the little swoops of ink, “One of the professors entered you… but why?”

Harry shrugged. Because while he had his suspicions, Cedric wasn’t one of the people he planned to share them with, “Suppose we’ll find out eventually.”

“Right, I’ll see you round then.” He started toward the door, but before he hit the steps, he turned back to tell Harry, “I’ll let the ‘puffs know what you said. I can’t promise they’ll all believe me, but...” His words hung in the air as he left Harry behind.

There was no avoiding the judgement of the rest of the school, he learned that during the whole Chamber fiasco, but people respected Cedric and his opinion would go a long way to stifling the worst of it. Except for most of the Slytherins, but they’ve never needed a reason to hate me.

Making his way up the stairs, he decided to stop off at Gryffindor Tower before finding Daphen and Tracey. He wanted to grab the map and make sure they were there before making the trek. He regretted it the moment he stepped through the portrait hole.

Every face in the room turned toward him and it was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop. It was the twins that broke the silence, coming up beside him and clapping him on the back, “There’s our champion!”

“So, how’d you do it?” Fred asked. He could understand their curiosity, after their own failures, but he just shrugged them off.

“I didn’t, someone submitted my name.” There were some people who believed him, he could see it, even the twins relaxed, “I even told Dumbledore that Hogwarts only has one champion, Cedric.”

“Are you competing, then?” It was Katie Bell that asked him.

“I have to, otherwise I break the contract and forfeit my magic.” That sobering admission brough everyone in the room up short before they all started whispering much the same way they had in the Great Hall early that evening. Taking the opportunity, he made his way up to his dorm and found only Ron there, lying on his bed.

There was a scowl on his face, and when he looked over in Harry’s direction, he rolled his eyes, “The fourth champion graces us with his presence.”

“I’m not the fourth champion, Ron. I’m not a champion at all. Just someone who got roped into this stupid competition and has to deal with it.” He didn’t even look over at the redhead as he made his way over to his trunk and retrieved the map.

He tucked it into his back pocket as Ron scoffed and rose from the bed, “Right! Like you didn’t put your name in the Goblet!”

Finally turning to look at him, his ears were red and he was ridiculously angry about something that didn’t involve him in the slightest, “I didn’t.” He said it slowly as though he were speaking to a child.

He scoffed again, “Bollocks! Who wouldn’t want to compete?” Harry swallowed his retort of ‘anyone sane’, and just let him continue his rant, “I’d think you’d at least tell your best friend how you managed it!”

“My ‘best friend’ doesn’t know me well enough to trust me when I say, ‘I didn’t do it’, so I really don’t think I owe you anything Ron.”

They glared at each other across the room for a long moment before Ron finally dropped back to the bed with a muttered, “Whatever…” With that rather awkward exchange over, Harry headed back the way he came.

Hurrying from the room, he made his way down the stairs to the Common Room and out the portrait hole. Plenty of eyes followed him, but no one tried to stop him. Once he was outside, he opened the map and found they were already waiting for him. He was down to their room in no time at all and when he opened the door, he found Tracey and Daphne sitting on either side of the couch with a space in between them.

Tracey patted the space with a smile, “Come on, Potter. Tell us everything.” With a smile he  took a seat and they both just rested their head against his shoulder and listened to how the night’s events unfolded.

“So as usual, the headmaster decided to handle things here at the castle by assigning Professor Moody to the task rather than calling the DMLE?” Daphne asked.

“Right in one.” Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at her dry delivery.

“Great,” Tracey’s tone made it obvious it was anything but, “but the contract says you only need to participate in the tasks, right?”

“From what they told me.”

“Nothing says you have to perform well, though.” She pointed out, “You could just walk into each one, throw a spell or two and be on your merry way without harming a single hair on your handsome head.”

Harry didn’t like the idea of making a fool of himself and failing intentionally. But then, I like the idea of dying even less, and if someone wants me in this tournament, I doubt it’s so that I can just walk out of each task.

“I don’t see why not,” He squeezed her shoulder and kissed her on the temple, “And thanks for the compliment, but I’d say your quite biased at this point.”

Daphne shook her head, “No, she’s right… you’re handsome.” He did the same to her as the girls looked at each other, “Suppose we’ll just have to figure it out ourselves.”

“Nothing new there.” Tracey agreed.

Harry grinned, “I have more faith in you two than I do anyone else around here.”

“We do have a better record.” Daphne’s fingers traced along his chest, “But we also have better motivation.”

“I suppose I’ll have to think of a way to thank you in advance.” Though based on prior experience, he could guess how that would go.

They chuckled as their hands drifted down to the button of his trousers. Daphne’s lips were against his ear as she whispered, “I’m sure we will, but for now, I think we should take your mind off of this horrible day.”

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Daphne and Tracey were more than mildly irritated making their way through the dungeons. The blonde of the pair simply couldn’t contain her frustration, “Really?! Who in their right minds thinks that they should pit people against dragons? And nesting mothers at that!”

“He’s just going to walk in, cast a spell, and walk right back out. There’s nothing to worry about.” Tracey tried to comfort her friend despite her own internal worry. It was a rare thing to see Daphne so highly emotional, and Tracey was willing to do whatever it took to calm her down.

“As long as whichever fire breathing monster he faces doesn’t get to him first!” Her footsteps were echoing in the corridor, each one heavier than the last.

Tracey stopped her with both hands on her shoulder, turning her so they were looking each other in the eye, “Have some faith in him, Daphne. He’s stared down a basilisk, well in a manner of speaking. A dragon won’t be any worse.”

Her shoulders sagged, and she took a shuddering breath, “I know… it’s just… I’m worried.”

“So am I, but at this point, I trust him to do what needs to be done.” It was surprising in some ways. If anyone had told her when their little trysts had started that she’d hold such genuine affection for the resident hero, she would’ve laughed at the very thought.

“I do too, but…”

“No buts,” Tracey cut her off, “He’s focusing on the tasks, and you and I should be focusing on what we do best.”

“Figuring out whatever nonsense is going on to make sure he has the best chances of survival?” There was a wry smile on her lips as they both thought back to the last two years.

“Exactly. Come on.” The two headed off, back down the corridor and as they went, they passed the potions classroom.

Neither of them thought anything of it at first, but they noticed something odd. There was no class and yet the door was slightly ajar. Whatever they thought of their Head of House, they both knew that Professor Snape would never be so careless. They looked at one another and found the same confusion mirrored in each other’s faces.

Both girls knew it could be nothing but there was something in their guts that told them to investigate. Leaning in, Daphne whispered, “Just follow my lead.” Then without any further warning she opened the door and strode in without any caution.

Tracey almost giggled. Some of Harry’s bold headedness has certainly worn off in the last couple of years. As they entered the classroom, there was one thing that immediately grabbed their attention. The door to Professor Snape’s ingredients cupboard was open.

“Excuse me, professor? I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?” There was a grunt from within the cupboard as well as some muttered swearing. They caught each other’s eye as the same thought went through their heads. That’s not Professor Snape.

A few tense seconds later, they were proven correct as Professor Moody hobbled out and shut the door behind him, “Greengrass, Davis what are you two doing here?” His tongue darted out to lick his lips as his magical eye whirled around in his socket.

“Sorry, professor,” Daphne said primly, “I saw that the door was open, and I thought Professor Snape might be taking inventory. I had a question about our most recent potions assignment and decided to try and pick his brain.”

“Sorry girl, just me.” Moody told them tersely, “so if you’ll be on your way, I’ll just lock up behind you.”

“Of course, professor.” They hurried from the room, their minds going a mile a minute. Every Slytherin knew that Professor Snape would never allow someone else to go perusing through his ingredients.

But Tracey and Daphne both had the presence of mind to remain calm. Their pace was even, and neither betrayed their worry on their faces. They also didn’t utter a word until they were back up to the Entrance Hall with other students milling about. Tracey found herself glancing back toward the stairs that led up from the dungeons just to make sure they weren’t being followed, “We need to find, Harry.”

“I know.” Daphne agreed, “I think he should be finishing with Charms shortly.” They were always very good about being discreet when it came to their friendship, and relationship, with the Gryffindor, but they were willing to take the risk of someone noticing given the circumstances.

They hurried to the Charms classroom and waited until the period was over. They waited around the edge of the corridor as the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors filed out. When they saw Harry, Tracey took the initiative and sent a weak Stinging Jinx his way. It had the desired effect as he turned to find them waving him over.

As he reached the corner, they pulled him around  and down to the nearest empty room. It was a far cry from their little hideaway. It was filled with dust and cobwebs, and smelled as though it hadn’t been disturbed for decades by anything more than wandering ghosts.

Before he had a chance to ask the questions that were on the tip of his tongue, Tracey cut him off, “Do you have the map with you?” They knew all about the Marauder’s Map since the twins first gave it to him.

With a quirked eyebrow, he reached for his pack and pulled it out, “Yeah, of course, why?”

“Because Professor Moody was behaving… oddly, even for him and since you said that it was probably a professor that put your name into the Goblet…”

“And I don’t exactly have the best history with our DADA professors anyway.” He unfurled the map, and placed his wand against the blank parchment, “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.” Dots and the outline of the castle appeared.

It didn’t take much to find Alastor Moody’s dot. It was at the edge of his office on the third floor, absolutely stationary. Frowning, Daphne said, “Given the limp, he got back up to his office rather quickly.” Her eyes still darted along the paper, looking for anything amiss.

“What was he doing that made you suspicious anyway?” Harry questioned.

“He was in the potion’s classroom, or the ingredients cupboard to be more specific.” Tracey told him, “And Snape wasn’t there.”

“That’s odd…” Daphne’s eyebrows were scrunched together as she stared at one lone dot down in the dungeons, “What’s Mr. Crouch doing in the dungeons?” It was easy for them to find as he was alone, they could see his slow footsteps but there was something about them that was odd. There was only one each time, as though he were missing one of his legs.

There was a heavy silence as they all realized the implications, “So… Barty Crouch is impersonating Mad-Eye? But why?”

“It can’t be. The two of them were both there at the selection ceremony just two weeks ago.” Tracey pointed out, “And what are the odds that Crouch could take Moody in a fight anyway.”

“Maybe the map’s wrong.” Daphne said, confused.

“I have it on a good authority that the map’s never wrong.” Sirius and Remus and told him just that when he revealed that he’d come into possession of their old map.

Throwing her hands up, Tracey let her frustration bleed through, “Then what the bloody hell is going on?”

“I don’t know.” Daphne was completely unbothered by her outburst, “But I don’t think it’s a coincidence given Harry’s entry into the tournament. I don’t know if we’re the ones to deal with it though.”

“Madam Bones,” Harry said suddenly, “we’ll send her an owl. Have her meet with us and I’ll show her whatever I need to convince her.” Tracey and Daphne couldn’t help but look impressed, “What?”

Tracey smiled, “Just good to know that we’ve rubbed off on you a bit over the years.”

“Yeah,” Daphne agreed, “I half expected you to take this to Dumbledore.”

With a rueful shake of his head, he told them, “You’ve rubbed off on me plenty as far as I remember,” That earned him a slap to each arm.

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For the second time in three days, Harry found himself sitting across from the rather severe looking head of the DMLE. When they first got into contact with her, she was understandably skeptical. But once they showed her the map, and Alastor Moody’s never-moving dot, along with the comings and going of Barty Crouch, she had to, at the very least, investigate for the sake of her former mentor.

Two days prior, on Saturday, she visited him up in his office before leaving just after lunch. Before dinner that same day, she returned with four aurors and had who he now knew was Barty Crouch Jr. detained, though at the loss of one of those auror’s lives.

Her monocle was firmly in place as she looked over the last of her paperwork. When she finally looked up, she gave him a soft smile, “Mr. Potter I want to start by thanking you for your assistance in this matter. I’ll be saying the same to Miss Greengrass and Davis, but I’m afraid this concerns you directly.”

Obviously, he had his suspicions. His dreams alone were enough for that, “It’s Voldemort, I take it.”

She was one of the few magicals he’d met that didn’t cower at the name, “I’m afraid so, Mr. Potter, but I have good news.” Harry waited with bated breath as she pushed the file across to him, “Barty Crouch Jr. was one of the most skilled members of his inner circle during the war. He was sentenced to Azkaban but freed thanks to his father’s sympathy for his mother. He spent years under an Imperious Curse before breaking free at the World Cup. He’s the one who stole your wand.”

“And once he was free, he found Voldemort.”

“After placing his father under an Imperious, yes,” Madam Bones leaned against the table with her elbows, “He knew a great deal about the Triwizard Tournament thanks to his father, and together with his master they concocted a plan that would see you placed in the Dark Lord’s clutches. The final event would see the winner’s trophy turned into a portkey, something only the headmaster can do within Hogwarts. But once made it could be altered, you see.” He nodded his understanding, “Using a foul ritual, they intended to return him to a body with the use of your blood, amongst other things.”

“But we stopped him?” He couldn’t hide the hope in his voice.

“We did.” She agreed, “And more than that, we captured the decrepit form that Voldemort took to sustain his life.” Here she pushed over a wizarding picture, there were two masked individuals carrying a skeletal baby through a gateway. He watched as it was tossed in, “As of dawn today, the Dark Lord Voldemort was thrown through the Veil of Death despite extenuating circumstances that were meant to sustain his life. In his weakened state, they couldn’t save him a second time.”

Somehow, Harry already knew that. He’d woken up feeling lighter than he could ever remember and when he looked in the mirror the scar on his head was less noticeable than he could ever remember.

Elation filled him from deep in his chest and he felt tears of joy threaten to fall at the corner of his eye. The idea that he’d never have to look over his shoulder and worry about that monster again was… overwhelming. And there were two young women that he needed to thank. Profusely, probably for the rest of my life.

With a deep breath, he composed himself, his voice firm once more, “Thank you, Madam Bones.”

“Trust me, Mr. Potter, it was my pleasure. That monster destroyed many families, mine included. Unfortunately, there’s nothing to be done about the tournament, but you seem more than resourceful enough to deal with that yourself.”  Considering Voldemort was gone, the tournament seemed a trivial obstacle.

With that she stood, and offered him one last smile, “I wanted to give you the news, personally, but as I’m sure you can imagine, I have a busy day ahead of me and only so many hours in it.”

They left the room together before parting ways. Though not before telling him, “You and your young lady friends are being considered for an Order of Merlin. You can expect to hear about it soon.”  

The Order of Merlin didn’t interest him though, Harry had only one destination in mind and bounded up the steps of the enchanted staircase three at a time to get there. When he reached the room, they were both waiting anxiously. Tracey was spinning her wand around her fingers, while Daphne was still reading the same page of the novel she’d been on the day before.

Tracey squeaked as he pulled her to his chest and planted a fierce kiss on her lips. She looked a little dazed as he let her go and did the same to Daphne. Both girls sported goofy smiles that he was sure matched his own, but it was Tracey that managed to ask, “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for? I mean, it must be good news but…

He cut her off with another kiss before telling them, “He’s dead… gone… never to hurt anyone ever again!” At their stunned looks, he kept going, “All of it was another of Voldemort’s plans to regain a body… but because of you two” He pulled them both into a hug, “he’s gone. I’m never going to be able to thank you, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you know how grateful I am.”

The pair of Slytherins were stunned into silence, which was a rare thing given their sharp tongues. They just help rid the world of the most dangerous dark wizard in a century, and they didn’t even do it intentionally. It was Daphne that found her voice, her hand moving up his neck to cup his cheek, “Like we said, we did have the best motivation. If you haven’t noticed, we quite like having you around, Harry.”

Tracey snickered, her mind going immediately to a dirty place, “I think he knows how much we like him at this point, Daph. He’s worn our thighs as earmuffs more than enough times for the message to sink in.”

The brunette flinched away from the finger digging into her ribs as Daphne chided her,  “Is now really the time?”

She was entirely unrepentant, “I really can’t think of a better time. Seems to me we have something amazing to celebrate, and I don’t see why we’d break tradition.” Turning a sultry smile toward their Gryffindor partner, she bit her bottom lip before saying, “We know you said that you’d think of something… you know once we figured out what was going on, but we’ve come up with something instead.”

He leaned down to kiss her as they both started pulling him toward a hastily conjured bed. They pushed him onto his back and stood at the foot looking at him through their full-lashes. He could already feel himself hardening in his trousers as they started stripping.

Buttons were undone slowly, deliberately to reveal the faint lines of their stomachs and their full, perky breasts beautifully encased in contrasting sets of lacey lingerie: Black on Daphne, white on Tracey. Their stiff nipples poked against the thin material, pebbled and needy.

With one hand, Harry reached behind his head, pulling his shirt off in one motion. The girls, his girls, as he’d long since come to think of them, let their skirts pool at their feet. He stared at them hungrily. No matter how many times he saw them like this, he couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty. His eyes were fixated on their knickers, lacey and just covering their puffy mounds, each with a little wet patch.

The room was filled with the heady scent of their arousal as they approached the bed. Kneeling on either side of them, Tracey pulled her wand out. He trusted them, more than he would’ve thought possible just two years prior, and he didn’t even flinch as she pointed her wand first at herself and then at Daphne before incanting, “Geminus Voluptatum.”

There was a brief glow of magenta around each of them that suffused into their skin before they smiled at one another, small, mysterious, and devilishly sexy, “Wh…”

He was shushed with a finger on his lips, “That was a rather useful spell that we found.” Tracey started.

Only for Daphne to continue, “It’s a wicked little charm that lets two people share sensation, or pleasure.”

“Which means that poor Daphne here will be able to keep that precious maidenhood of hers,” Tracey laid down by his side, her hand tracing down his chest beneath his trousers to find his turgid member, “but still experience the exquisite pleasure of getting her little pussy stretched on your fat cock.” He throbbed in her hand, and she only giggled.

“But first, I think you know what I want.” Daphne put her thighs on either side of his head and pulled the gusset of her panties to the side to reveal her tiny pink slit. A drop of her arousal landed right on his lips as she sat her tight bum right on his face. She draped herself over him and helped Tracey pull his trousers down and let his raging erection free from its confines.

Soft lips kissed on either side of his shaft before one tongue darted out to caress the thick blue vein running the top of his length. Then there was a warm mouth engulfing his crown, gently sucking on it and gathering each fresh bead of precum like it was the sweetest treat.

For a few brief seconds, he merely enjoyed it, but he enjoyed giving as much or more than receiving. His tongue parted Daphne’s damp petals and she moaned low in her throat, grinding her hips down onto him. He had the wonderful experience of both girls moaning onto his member in unison as he scraped his tongue against the twitching walls of her delicious pussy.

Tracey moved lower, sucking one of his full bullocks between her lips as Daphne shoved as much of his length down her throat as she could. Guhk. She nearly throated every inch but failed with just a little bit left. His cock throbbed and shot a little bit of precum right into her throat.

Considering they were such wonderfully diligent lovers, he thought it was only fair that he return the favor. And he knew exactly how to do it. The vibrations started low in the back of his throat and reverberated right to the tip of his tongue as it rested against Daphne’s clit only to delve as deeply into her tunnel as he could manage a moment later. Her ass bucked and he had to grab a pert cheek in each hand to hold her in place.

Both girls became erratic as the pleasure became to much, and he found them just giving open mouth kisses to his cock as he drove them to their peak. There was a squirt of her juices that covered his chin as every muscle in her body tightened. She sat upright as her nails scraped against his abs. There were nails digging into his thigh too as Tracey experienced that same pleasure in perfect clarity.

His cock twitched, ready to burst, but he managed to calm it down as they came down from their highs. Daphne pushed off him and laid down on the bed as Tracey moved back up from her knees to join them. They were flushed and a little breathless, as Daphne said, “I’ll never get tired of that…”

Tracey giggled giddily, “And now… now we don’t even have to wait our turn. That charm is bloody brilliant!”

“Speaking of…” Daphne sidled over to Tracey, laying down with her back to her friend’s front, half on top of her and half not.  Her legs intertwined with her friend’s, but her upper body was to the side, their faces nearly cheek to cheek. It left two pristine pink holes stacked one on top of the other, each of them glistening invitingly. It was an invitation he was happy to accept.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he squeezed one of their breasts in each hand, “How long have you been planning this?”

“What?” Daphne asked innocently.

“That sort of coordination doesn’t happen by accident, Daphne.” It wasn’t a position that came naturally, which meant they must’ve discussed it in advance, “So when did you start planning this?”

“Over the summer,” Tracey revealed without hesitation, “though we weren’t sure when we were going to get the chance to enjoy it. We wanted to be able to look you in the eye as you fill me, and Daphne gets to feel it for the first time.” It was a rather elegant solution as far as he could tell. And dead sexy.

“We were thinking the Yule Ball, but this is definitely better.” He had no idea what the Yule Ball was, but the name seemed rather self-explanatory. But he had to agree with her, now seemed like the perfect time.

Taking hold of his cock, he couldn’t help but tease his blond lover, slapping his thick dome on her mound. She jumped and a little bit of her sticky girlcum kissed the underside of his shaft. She looked at him with dark eyes, filled with unbridled lust, “Put it in already, Potter!”

Aiming down, he parted Tracey’s wet folds and sunk into the exquisite heat of her pussy. Her walls flexed like they were trying to pull him in deeper. Tracey moaned as Daphne’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. It was a brand new sensation for the blonde. Her left hand held the sheets of the bed in a white-knuckled grip by the time his balls rested against Tracey’s bum.

Lovingly, Tracey kissed the side of her friend’s neck. Her own voice tinged with unmistakable desire, she asked, “How is it?”

“Good… so… so fucking good! Oh, goddess, I can even feel how warm it is…” Harry stared at her pussy, still virgin tight and unused. There was no physical change from the spell, but it was clear that she was experiencing all of Tracey’s pleasure as her little cunny dripped some of her sweet juices.

Tracey nipped at her neck, and whispered in her ear, “Just wait, it gets so much… better!” The last word was said in a breathless gasp as Harry pulled out only to plunge back in.

The moan that left Daphne’s lips was pure sin as Tracey squealed with joy. He thrust back and forth, his hips smacking against Daphne’s pussy with every return. She sought out every little bit of pleasure she could find and angled her hips just right so that he rubbed against her sensitive clit each time.

Tracey did everything she could to meet each of her thrusts. Her voice was breathy as she told him, “Oh Harry… so good… I love… I love…” Her words failed her as she pushed her head back into the bed beneath her.

A soft hand rested against his lower abs as Daphne stared up at him, her mouth parted in ecstasy. Tracey pinched one of her rosy, pink nipples and she screamed low in her throat, “Oh Morgana! Fuck… yes… yes!” Harry’s fingers found her slippery clit and she couldn’t take anymore.

She squirted, her juices spraying up from the petals of her pussy to cover his lower abs and her hand that still rested there. Tracey couldn’t withstand the duel assault of Harry’s pistoning length, and Daphne’s titanic climax. Her grippy walls flexed around his shaft, trying desperately to coax the cum from his balls.

“Come for us!” Tracey begged.

Only for Daphne to plead, “I want to feel it, all that warm cum.”

There was no resisting. Daphne looped her legs around his back and pulled him against them as hard as she could as Tracey’s pussy just kept rippling around him. He took each of their hips in one hand as his cock bucked inside the brunette. His whole body tingled as warm cum raced up his cock and bathed her depths in white. Daphne pressed her hand right below her bellybutton as she marveled at the warmth she could feel.

When he was spent, he pulled back and a line of his seed followed him. The girls looked blissful as Tracey traced a finger through her puffy lips and gathered some of his cum. Bringing it to Daphne’s lips, she let her suck the digit clean.

Harry could only stare in amazement at the two Slytherins who’d so drastically altered his life.

AN: I think this story has one more part to wrap it up. Thanks for reading!