FIC: Making Up For Lost Time Chapter Two (Harry Potter)

STORY TITLE: Making Up For Lost Time

PART: 02 of ??  
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION:  Patreon Exclusive

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. I'm borrowing Aluria from my buddy Lucifael, used with permission
SUMMARY: Harry Potter was a virgin when he graduated Hogwarts and then he was pulled into a locked room in the Department of Mysteries. Suddenly finding himself back at the beginning of his 4th year, he has a new lease on life and a mission from the Goddess of Love and Lust

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING:NC-17
WORD COUNT: <X,XXX>
SPOILERS:   None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?  Only One Horcrux – the Diary
WARNINGS:If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub,and multiple partners.

AUTHORS NOTES:  There won't be a tremendous amount of conflict in the story, so, if that is what you are interested in, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

AUTHORS NOTES THE SECOND: I've arbitrarily moved the year Hogwarts starts to 1994, so that the days of the week actually line up with the calendar dates.  It won't affect the story, but it's just easier for me to keep track of.

HOGWARTS AT 16 – To avoid the Underage Issue, Hogwarts starts at 16, so all the characters are over the age of consent when the clothes come off.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Friday, October 31st, 1997

The Great Hall

“Harry Potter!”

Harry ignored the murmurs in the hall around him, focusing his attention on the Headmaster who was looking at him with a strange expression on his face.  Put his most innocent expression on, he said, “Yes, Headmaster?”

“Harry, we need you to join the other Champions.”

“Why? I didn't enter the Tournament.”

"Your name was chosen by the Goblet, you must have entered."

Harry knew from experience that further protesting was useless, so he decided to give the audience something to think about.  Standing, he drew his wand, and, casting “Sonorous” on his throat, said,

"May I have your attention, please?  You have seen that a slip of parchment with my name on it was ejected by the Goblet.  I'm sure that quite a few of you think that I must have somehow cheated to enter the tournament.  To prove that I didn't,  I, Harry James Potter, swear on my life and magic that I did not enter my own name, or ask any other person, owl, house-elf or any other being or creature to enter my name in the Tri-Wizard Tournament! So, Mote, It Be!"   With a flash of light, magic accepted his oath, and, a few seconds later, after everyone's eyes had cleared, he raised his wand again and shouted "Expecto Patronum!"

Prongs burst from the end of his wand and centered around the hall, stopping to nuzzle Cho and Luna at the Ravenclaw table, and Susan at the Hufflepuff table before pausing in front of Hermione and fading away.

“Now, I hope that settles the question, I would like to remind you that Cedric Diggory is the Hogwarts Champion, and I am supporting him completely!”  Ending the Sonorous spell, Harry nodded to the Headmaster and the two of them stepped into the antechamber where the others were waiting. He also noticed that there was an additional witness to the meeting, but he doubted anybody else noticed the small beetle perched on top of one of the bookshelves in the room.  'Well, at least some version of what happens tonight will be in the paper tomorrow, anyway.' Harry thought as he turned to face the assembled Champions and Judges.

Before Fleur could ask him what he was doing there, Harry said, “Someone managed to trick the Goblet into selecting me as an additional Champion.  I've already given a magical oath, witnessed by everyone in the Great Hall, that I did not enter myself or have someone else enter me.  I've also stated that Cedric is the Hogwarts Champion and I am supporting him completely.  So, now that we have that out of the way, can I go now?”

Naturally, his announcement set off a round of arguments among the so-called adults in the room, which only ended when Dumbledore fired off a cannon blast spell.  Once there was quiet in the room, the old man turned to Barty Crouch, who said, as expected, "Unfortunately Mister Potter, the fact that you were not the one who entered your name does not matter to the Goblet, anyone whose name is chosen must compete or lose their magic.  It's happened several times in the past, but that was usually a situation where one of the Champions lost their nerve and tried to get out of the Tournament.  Every one of them died within a week of losing their magic."

Harry shook his head in apparent disbelief. “This just keeps getting better, every year I end up with somebody trying to kill me!  Did I burn down an orphanage in a previous life or something?” he asked, plaintively.

Right on cue, Moody made his entrance, putting his two knuts into the situation.  Harry had been waiting for the impostor to show up, and, gathering his magic, he waited until the fake pulled out his flask, and, as he was lifting it to his lips, Harry hit him with a silent Tripping jinx, which caused the man to stumble, and send the flask flying.  Nobody paid much attention to Harry, who had used his seeker reflexes to grab the flask before it hit the ground.  Everyone was gathered around Moody and helping him to his feet until Harry spoke.  "Excuse me, Professor Snape, is there a potion that smells strongly of boiled cabbages when completed?"

Snape sneered, “And how would you know what Poly...” the Potions Master trailed off as he reached out and grabbed the flask and took a sniff.  Moody tried to draw his wand, but Harry shot a stunner at him, knocking him unconscious.

When things calmed down again, and Dumbledore asked why he had stunned his Defense Instructor, Harry said, “I don't know who that is, but considering somebody entered my name in this tournament, probably in an attempt to kill me, and he was sipping a Polyjuice potion, I'd say that he is probably involved in some way.  Now, if you don't mind, it's been a long day, and I'd really like to get some sleep, I have a date tomorrow.”

The other champions actually laughed at his final statement, and Dumbledore nodded and released them, after telling the Champions that the first task would be on November 28thon the Quidditch Pitch.

As they walked, Harry fell into step with Cedric and, just before the older boy was to head down toward the Hufflepuff dorms, Harry spoke.  “Hey Cedric, can you do me a favor and let the rest of your house know what happened with Moody in there?  I already have one house hating me, and I really don't want your house thinking I was trying to steal your glory, okay?”

Cedric smiled, “No problem, I was planning to do that anyway.  And I'll also emphasize that you announced to the other Champions that you were supporting me, so that should help ease any hard feelings as well.”

"Thanks, Cedric.  Hey, got an idea, since we don't have Quidditch this year, want to go for a fly Sunday afternoon, see if we can scare up a snitch somewhere and have some fun?"

“You're on!  It will be nice to try my skills against yours without Dementors interfering this time.”

Harry paused, “You know, we ought to see if Krum wants to join us, he probably wouldn't mind keeping his skills sharp, and we can see if Fleur is any good on a broom too.”

“Are you sure you aren't supposed to be in Hufflepuff, Harry?” Cedric chuckled as they turned around and headed for the other Champions.  They managed to catch them at the Entrance Hall, and Harry went up to Fleur while Cedric approached Victor.

Speaking in lightly accented French, Harry asked Fleur if she played Quidditch, and was amused to learn that she also was a seeker for her House team, and Harry invited her to join him and the others in a friendly competition over the weekend.  She agreed quickly, and they spent the next few minutes talking about Quidditch, including when she asked him if he really caught the snitch in his mouth in his very first game!

After Cedric and Viktor joined them, they set a time to meet on Sunday, fortunately, the 2 visitors had brought their brooms with them, so they wouldn't have to depend on Hogwarts brooms, which had seen better days.

After saying goodnight to the others, Harry hurried back to Gryffindor Tower, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with Ron's attitude this time around.  He was a good friend most of the time, but his jealousy really could be a pain in the arse.

He was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door to find that there wasn't a raucous party going on, just a bunch of very serious housemates.   Ron was standing there, talking to the twins and Ginny, and he looked up when the door opened, and, seeing Harry, grinned, “Damn Harry, you're getting an early start this year, the plots to kill you usually don't start until closer to the end of the year.”

The matter of fact tone Ron used startled a laugh out of Harry, and he moved to join them, waving for Hermione to join them.  When Hermione was standing next to him, he said, “I don't know everything that is going on, yet, but it looks like the person who put my name in the tournament has been caught already.  Moody was actually being impersonated by somebody using Polyjuice.  I still have to compete, but at least we have a chance of knowing what is going on this time, which is a nice change.  Now, if you don't mind, I'm knackered and going to kip out for the night, okay?”

Putting his hand on Hermione's shoulder, he led her away from the others and said, quietly.  “Hermione, I need you to help me with spell research for the tournament, they haven't told us exactly what we are going to be facing, just that the first task will be on November 28th.  I'm not asking Ron, simply because we both know that research is not his strongest point.  If you like, we can get started tomorrow evening, after we get back from Hogsmeade, okay?”

Hermione smiled up at him, but he could still see the concern in her eyes.  “I'm glad you are taking things seriously this year, you Prat!” But then, more quietly, “I'm glad that Ron isn't having one of his jealous moments, I really wasn't looking forward to having to mediate between the two of you.”

“I know, and I appreciate the way you've stood by me through all the craziness of my life.  Now, I really am tired, so I'll see you in the morning, okay?”  Harry then surprised her by planting a kiss on her forehead before he turned to head up to his room.  If anybody had seen his face, they would have wondered what caused the pleased grin on his face.

Setting an alarm to wake him in a few hours, because he had something else that had to be done that night, Harry kicked off his shoes and stretched out on his bed.

'Well. Aluria was right, Cho, Susan, and Hermione are all very interested in having me do wonderfully nasty things with them. I never would have expected Hermione to have such a submissive streak in her, but I'm certainly not going to complain!  It will certainly make it easier to break down her inhibitions, and I can't wait to see what she comes up with when her magic is unfettered.'

With a slight smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep, looking forward to helping Cho during their date tomorrow.  'Of course, I'm not even going to pretend I'm not looking forward to it for other reasons.  After Aluria showed me just how fan-freakin-tastic sex can be, I really want to do it as much as possible.'

The Ravenclaw Tower

As Harry was drifting off to sleep, four girls, in three separate dormitories were lying awake in their beds.  Cho was trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach, wondering just what her date with Harry was going to lead to.  She was well aware, intellectually, of her bodies natural reaction to a male she found attractive, but the encounter with Harry was a shock, for the first time, she understood what it meant to be aroused!  She actually had to rush back to her room to change her knickers, because her original pair were soaked through.

She knew that it was quite possible that she would be giving Harry her virginity the next day, and, while she was open to the idea, she was still nervous about what would happen.  She hoped that, if it happened, he would be gentle with her, and not think badly of her, but, she really didn't think she could refuse him if he asked.

Still thinking, she drifted off to sleep and dreamed very pleasant dreams.

Two floors below her, in the 3rdyear dormitories, Luna Lovegood lay in her bed, behind her curtains, as tears of joy ran down her face.  The re-appearance of the Patronus that had saved her life only a few months before had shocked her, but to find out that it was Harry Potter who had saved her, added even more to her happiness.  She wasn't a Boy Who Lived fan girl by any means, but she had felt a connection with Harry at some level from the first time she saw him.  It wasn't some 'destined to be together' connection, but, more of a feeling that he would have a major impact on her life.   Once she saw his Patronus tonight, she thought that the impact may have been his saving her soul the previous Spring, but, after the stag nuzzled her, and she felt the honest affection and attraction mixed in with the protection, she wasn't sure.

She had seen the stag stop at Cho as well as the girl at the Hufflepuff table, and his friend (or is she just his friend?) Hermione before fading away, and Luna wondered what the connection between the four of them was.  Giving a yawn, she realized it was past midnight, she slipped her wand under her pillow and closed her eyes.

Hufflepuff's Den

Cedric was as good as his word, gathering up everyone in the common room, and telling them what had happened after the Champions had left the Hall, which successfully quashed any lingering resentment that the Badgers had felt about Harry being chosen as the 4thChampion.  Of course, the magical oath and the statement Harry had made in the Great Hall had already gone a long way to removing any hard feelings as well.  Unfortunately, at least as far as Susan was concerned, that meant that Hannah and the other girls felt free to tease her unmercifully about the way Harry's Patronus had paid special attention to her.

While she loved Hannah and the others to bits, it didn't mean that she wanted to share everything with them!  Especially the warm, deep down tingle she felt when the stag nuzzled her cheek.  She didn't even know for sure that Harry knew who she was until he took the time to talk to her this morning before Herbology, and ever since she couldn't get his eyes out of her mind.  When Harry had brushed her hand, she felt a bolt of pure lust shoot right through her body, and her nipples were instantly rock hard, fortunately, they were covered by her robes, so nobody noticed.  Although, Hannah did give her a strange look when she had to stop at the bathroom on the way to Charms and was almost late for class, but it was necessary, if she hadn't taken the time to get some relief, she would never have been able to concentrate on the lesson, but, as it was, she got the Summoning Charm the first time she tried it, earning 10 points for Hufflepuff!

Climbing into her bed, Susan put a sticking charm on her curtains, and a silencing charm, before stripping out of her nightgown and sliding her knickers down.  Tapping the base of her wand on the palm of her hand (and thank you, Auntie Amelia, for showing me that charm!) She felt it start to softly vibrate in her hand.  Rolling the tip around her nipples, she moaned as they got even harder, before sliding her wand down to her center.  She teased her lips gently, before sliding the wand inside herself and rubbing it against her inner walls.  She shut her eyes and imagined it was Harry leaning over her, using his fingers inside her, making her moan.  She was still so keyed up from the Patronus earlier that she hit her peak very quickly.  It was three more climaxes and close to an hour later before she pulled up her knickers, licked her wand clean, and fell into a satisfied, as well as satiated, sleep.

Gryffindor Tower

Girls Shower Room

If you were to ask either of Hermione Granger's roommates, they would be certain to tell you that she had practically no interests outside of her books and studying.  Oh, they would admit that she was nice enough, but, unless there was something involving Harry Potter, she was kind of a bore.  They would tell you that she never seemed interested in boys, and how to catch their interest and hold it once she had it.  Of course, if they had been able to see inside a shower cubicle that Halloween night, they would have found themselves eating their words.

Hermione had called on all the self-control she had learned in dealing with Ron over the past three years not to show the effect that Harry's innocent kiss to the forehead had on her.  She managed to rejoin the conversation with Neville and the Weasleys and even made some notes of things to research the next evening, but she was strictly operating on auto-pilot, her mind was miles away.  After she felt a decent interval had passed, she gathered up her things and headed up the stairs to her room.  Putting her robes and underwear into the hamper (house-elves were the farthest thing from her mind at the moment), she gathered her shower materials, and, throwing on a bathrobe, grabbed her wand and headed for the shower.

Once inside the shower stall, she quickly cast privacy and silencing spells all around her, and, once the water was the right temperature, hung up her robe on the hook outside the stall and stepped inside.  Letting the water run over her face and chest, she closed her eyes, and finally released the hold she had on her emotions ever since Harry's lips had touched her.  She had been nursing a crush on her best friend for months now, ever since the night they had rescued Sirius, but had always kept it hidden, but, when he touched her, she felt such a wave of love and affection, and more than a little lust, that she had to get relief!

Quickly washing, she rinsed off and allowed herself to indulge in one of her favorite fantasies.  Lowering herself to her knees, she spread her legs apart and started fingering her pussy, picturing herself kneeling in front of her green-eyed Master.  Reacting to voices that only she could hear, she blushed and started licking the juices off her fingers, before moving one hand behind her and working up to having three fingers stretching her arse, as well as four fingers inside her fanny.  She opened her mouth, imagining her master grabbing her by the hair and sliding himself into her mouth, using her for his pleasure, she moaned as she pictured the scene, and as she imagined him emptying himself in her mouth, she shuddered and came, collapsing against the back of the cubicle in relief.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later, and, after washing her fingers she rinsed off again and climbed out of the shower, once more completely in control of herself, except for a slight smile that played across her face as she dried and dressed.  Hermione didn't look behind her as she left the room, because if she had, she would have seen the Ghost of Moaning Myrtle floating in the stall she had just left, with a stunned look on her face, and her hand inside her robes.  "Damn! I've been watching the wrong showers," Myrtle muttered, "the old saying about it being the quiet ones is certainly true."  Seeing that there wouldn't be any more shows this evening, she slid down the drain and headed for her own bathroom.

Dumbledore's Quarters

Saturday, November 1st, 1997

3:45 am

Albus woke with a start as his wards let him know that someone was in his room.  Grabbing his wand,

he started to slide out of bed but was hit by a petrification charm from the corner of the room.  With a whispered "Lumos" the lights in the room came up, and he saw Harry Potter standing there, with his wand in hand.

"I apologize for this Professor, but, if it works, you will understand and forgive me in just a few seconds.  You see, I found out some interesting information about your final battle with Grindelwald, something I doubt you are even aware of.  You see, your old friend hit you with a rather insidious form of compulsion spell, one that affected your decision making ever since, and it's caused a lot of people a great deal of pain and suffering, myself included.  I just found the counter curse recently, now, relax, this won't hurt at all!"

Albus watched as Harry moved his wand in an intricate pattern, speaking so quietly he couldn't make out the words, until suddenly, Harry pointed his wand at him, and a wave of soft white light washed over him.  As the light faded away, the old man felt as though a gauze curtain had been ripped away, exposing everything he had done over the last 50 years, all the manipulations, all the lives are thrown away needlessly in service of some nebulous idea of the "Greater Good" hit him at once, and, for the first time since his sister died, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore cried, heaving, wracking sobs of anguish for everything that he had done, and allowed to happen.

Harry gathered the old man in his arms and let him cry, purging the worst of the pain until he calmed down enough to talk coherently.

“Are you feeling better now, Albus?”

"Well enough, I'll need to spend some time with Fawkes later to get back to 100 percent, and to start making amends, but we have too much to do right now.  But, you will never be going back to the Dursley's again, unless you wish to, of course."

“There's a better chance of Lucius Malfoy taking up a career in ballet than that happening.” Harry chuckled, before growing serious and continuing.

“I'm sorry that I had to do that, but there is too much at stake to let things go as they had been.  Are you ready to tell me what happened after I left your office last night?  Did Crouch and his son get arrested?”

“Yes, they were taken into custody by Madam Bones and Auror Shacklebolt not long after the Champions left... the meeting...,” Albus trailed off, obviously thinking heavily, before looking directly at Harry.  “Time Travel?” At Harry's nod, a look of pain crossed his face, “How bad was it?”

“Bad enough, we ended up winning, but there were far too many dead, including you, and hundreds of muggleborn and half-bloods. If things had gone the way they had before, Cedric Diggory would have died the night of the 3rdTask, and Voldemort would have been reborn into a physical body.  Now, do you feel ready to put an end to Tom and his murderous ways once and for all?  I know where he and Wormtail are now, and the two of us can easily capture them, and chuck Tom through the Veil so we don't have to worry about somebody trying to bring him back the way Barty Jr and Pettigrew were.”

Albus pulled himself out of bed, and with a wave of his wand, was dressed in immaculate gray robes.  Turning to Harry, he said, "Remind me to burn those eye sores when we get back, okay?  Even with that spell on me, I don't know what the hell I was thinking."

Grabbing his wand, he said, “So, where are they?  We can have Fawkes take us there if he knows where to go.”

“They are at the Riddle family home, in Little Hangleton.  We have to watch out for Nagini, who is a huge arse snake that is Tom's familiar.  She is also extremely venomous, so, try not to let her get her fangs in you.”

With a flash of flame, the room was empty once again.

Riddle Manor

5 Minutes Later

Harry laughed at the furious look on the snake thing that was Voldemort's current form, as well as the terror on Pettigrew's face.  The remains of a giant snake were scattered all over the room, and Voldemort was trapped in an amber-like gem.

“You know, if all I was going to do was hold your cloak, I wouldn't have been so eager to invite you along old man!” Harry said as he got his laughter under control.  “I thought you would leave something for me to do other than watch and applaud.”

“What can I say, Harry, it's been too long since I flexed those muscles, and I wanted to make sure I hadn't lost my touch.  Now, shall we take these two to the Ministry so we can send Tom off on his next great adventure?”

“Absolutely!  I can't wait to see the look on Fudge's face when he finds out.”

“Ah yes, our dear Minister for Magic.  Looking back on things, I can see that he really isn't the right person for the job, he is far too corrupt.  Perhaps we should look at finding a more honest and effective candidate in the near future.  But, that is a problem for another day, let us be off.”

Once again Fawkes flashed them away, to reappear in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic.  Harry watched in awe as Dumbledore took total control of the situation, giving orders and summoning the Minister as well as the Head of the Auror Department and Madam Bones.  When they all arrived, Dumbledore presented the captured form of Voldemort, as well as Peter Pettigrew.  The Minister tried to claim that it couldn't be Pettigrew, but Dumbledore slapped him down quite easily, and he was soon in custody of the Aurors, and being interrogated under Veratiserum.

While the interrogation was going on, Dumbledore and Harry took Voldemort down to the Execution Chamber, where the old man summoned the death warrant that had been written and signed during the first war, and, after a delay for summoning a photographer to capture the moment, he read it to Voldemort and Harry banished him through the Veil, forever ending the threat of Voldemort.

“Well, that was fairly anti-climactic, don't you think?” Harry said with a grin as they left the chamber.

“Just a bit, but, considering what he had done in the past, I wasn't particularly interested in allowing him to get a body back and start all over again.  I can live with the disappointment if you can.” Albus chuckled.

Before they left the Ministry, they looked in on the questioning of Pettigrew and were able to get the Minister, now that it finally sank in that Voldemort was permanently destroyed, to sign off on an Official Notice of Exoneration for Sirius, along with a press release announcing Sirius' innocence.

Fudge was in an exceptionally good mood as he signed the document, considering that his biggest rival in the Ministry was currently in a holding cell awaiting trial for use of the Unforgiveables, and now he could pin the Sirius Black situation on him as well.  All in all, it was a very good day to be Cornelius Fudge.

The sun was coming up by the time that Harry and Dumbledore left the Ministry building to make their way back to Hogwarts.   They had Fawkes take a copy of the notice, as well as a change of clothes to Sirius, and bring him back to Hogwarts.   Realizing that it was almost time for breakfast, the two of them decided to table the discussion of what else Harry was planning on changing until the next day.

After taking a long shower, and dressing in some of the new clothes he had Dobby order for him after he 'woke up', Harry met Hermione in the common room to head down for breakfast.  He was mildly amused that she couldn't look at him without blushing at first, but, by the time they reached the Great Hall, she was close to being back to normal.  He was tempted to get her all flustered again, but decided it was more important to know what was going on, so, after he had taken a bite of his toast, he said,

"There's something that I need to let you know about before the Prophet gets here.  A whole lot of things happened last night, and, while they are 100 percent good things, they are kind of shocking.  First off, you know that Voldemort wasn't truly dead, after the first year, right?  Well, Professor Dumbledore and I captured his wraith last night and destroyed it, so he will never be coming back.  That was what the whole thing with me being entered in the Tournament was all about.  It was part of a convoluted plot to kidnap me and use my blood for a ritual to give him a body back.  But, anyway, we captured Pettigrew at the same time, and, after being questioned at the Ministry, the Minister signed a notice that Sirius was innocent of the charges he was imprisoned for, and it will also be in the paper this morning, so I can go and live with him, instead of the bloody Dursleys."

Pausing to take a breath, he glanced over at his best friend, and soon to be lover, and laughed at the dumbfounded look on her face.

“Hermione? Hermione? You can breathe at any time now, you know?”

Hermione just sat there, blinking, as her mind tried to adjust to the massive changes that had happened in less than 24 hours.  She was an incredibly intelligent young woman, but there were just too many shocks in a short period of time, and her brain couldn't handle it, the best she could do was squeal happily as she glomped onto him and hugged him with all her strength.

Smiling, he hugged her back, and then whispered in her ear, “By the way, I found a room for us to research in, and it's loaded with books that aren't available in the Library, and, best of all, nobody but the two of us will know where it's at!”

Hermione's eyes shot open, and she looked directly into his eyes as she growled, “Harry, I know you are going with Cho today, but you better make sure she's willing to share!  After the sensations you sent me with your Patronus last night, and that kiss last night, and now giving me access to those books, I'm about 30 seconds from climbing under the table and sucking your brains out through your cock, you hear me!"

“Kinky!” Harry said, approvingly, “But wouldn't you rather I made you strip naked in front of the entire school, and then bent you over the table and spanked your arse until it was bright red, and then slid my cock inside your soaking wet pussy, so the entire school could see you belong to me?”

Hermione shut her eyes tightly as she shuddered against him, her breath coming in harsh gasps and smothered moans as she bit her lip to keep from screaming.  Harry held her through her climax, stroking her back as she nuzzled his neck, and her moans turned into soft purring.  She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, saying softly, “Oh, Master! That would be wonderful!”

Harry smiled gently down at her, all the while mentally kicking himself for missing the signals the first time around.  He wasn't going to mess about this time, now that he had taken care of the major problems from before.  There were a lot of women's inhibitions to break down, and he wasn't going to waste any more time than he already had.

End Chapter Two

Authors Note:  I said in the beginning that there wouldn't be a lot of conflict in this story, and I wasn't kidding.  This is meant to be a fun romp, where Harry and his girls get their happy endings (several of them in fact GRIN)