Spring Equinox

Chapter 4

Harry seemed a bit dazed now. Somebody helped him to the potions table and gave him the stamina and the virility potions. He gulped both obediently before noticing who his companion was. "Parkinson! What made you help me?"

She smiled mischievously, wiggling her t**s a bit. "Well, seeing you satisfying so many girls, I thought I should also give it a try."

"Why, wasn't Malfoy satisfactory?"

"Malfoy?" Harry could hear her disgust even with that single word. "He could barely finish the first time and left before the second round. Besides, he's more interested in boys, and I'm not one."

Harry looked appreciatively at her curvy body. "You're certainly not a boy, I admit. You seem to be an attractive young woman."

"Thank you, Potter. Now, are you going to show me how attractive you find me or are you planning to just talk?"

The potions had already taken their effect and he felt ready and willing to do what Pansy clearly expected. This time, he chose a central position, where everybody could see that he was shagging Pansy. He felt a kind of satisfaction that Slyterin's most obnoxious girl found him more interesting than she found her own house mates. It went very well afterward. He had already gained some experience and Pansy didn't need much foreplay to be more than ready for him. He plunged in, making her gasp as he filled her to the brim. As he started moving, she began moaning loudly, her moans turning gradually into a scream. Her body began to convulse rhythmically around him, as she started screaming profanities. Harry pumped a few more times into her, bringing them both to a peak, before collapsing at her side.

Pansy was still hugging him a few minutes later. "That was magnificent! I've never had such formidable s*x with anyone. We must do this again sometime, under somewhat more normal circumstances."

"You'll have to ask my wives, though," he said.

"Wives? When have you got married?"

"According to Professor McGonagall, each time there was a halo around me and my mate, it was a bond which made us married." He could feel Hermione approving his words.

"There was no halo around us, I think," she said sadly.

"Nope. But I believe you may eventually find someone better suited for you."

"That will be difficult..." she said pensively.

They disentangled reluctantly. Harry wasn't sure if Pansy would become an ally, but he was glad she had lost most of her animosity. Had it been the only outcome of the celebration, it would still be worthwhile.

Other girls approached him as soon as he was left alone. With some help from the potions, he had no problem satisfying them, although he felt nothing for them, except for some physical attraction, probably caused by the lust potion.

It was past one in the morning. Many of the boys had already left the hall and quite a few girls. They were too exhausted for the potions to have much effect on them and even Umbridge couldn't force that. Harry was taking another portion of the stamina potion when he felt a gentle hand on his arm. Turning around he saw a beautiful dark-haired girl with very shapely body. It took him a moment to recognize her, though. "Greengrass? What can I do for you?"

She didn't seem so haughty without her robes. She actually looked a bit timid, not at all the infamous Ice Queen. "There's only one thing we are supposed to do here. Don't you want to do it with me?"

"That's an offer I just can't refuse," he said reassuringly, "especially when it comes from such an attractive lady."

Her smile showed some relief. Harry thought it made her look even prettier. She still hesitated, though. "You should know that I have no experience in that. It's going to be my first time."

This confused Harry. "How could you stay a virgin here? Weren't you supposed to lose it more than three hours ago?"

She smiled nervously again. "I didn't let anybody touch me. Those who cooperated I let finish between my thighs, looking as if they were doing the real thing. I deterred the others with a spell that made their erection disappear for an hour or more. I can do it wandlessly."

"Why do you want me, then? You could just stay as you are for the rest of the night and only shag when you chose to."

She sighed. "That... Umbridge threatened to expel any girl who stays virgin after the celebration. Besides, I think I've found who I want to shag."

Harry didn't want to dwell on her words. Slytherins could talk in quite confusing ways, he knew. He decided to act, instead. Taking her hand in his, he led her to an empty spot on the padded floor. He then kissed her lightly. She shuddered momentarily, and then kissed him back quite passionately. It soon became hotter. Harry let his hands roam and Daphne wouldn't be left behind. They studied each other's body with utmost details. Daphne was soon ready for him, but Harry took his time teasing, caressing, kissing and licking all her feminine assets until she started writhing, moaning loudly. He teased her a bit more, bringing her to a peak before starting to penetrate her shrine. Daphne didn't seem to notice when he passed through her barrier. She gasped as she felt him move deeper into her and moved her hips to meet him halfway, taking as much of him as could fit inside her. As their movements got wilder, a shining haze seemed to shroud them, hiding them from the world. It then burst into a multicolor flash and vanished, exposing two sated and tired teens.

McGonagall hurried to the couple, arriving just as they were starting to notice their environment. "Mrs. Potter, please follow me," she said sternly.

Daphne wanted to protest, but a voice in her head told her, 'Go with her. You'll understand it soon.'

As Daphne left the hall, following the professor, Harry heard Hermione's voice in his head. 'Well done! Taming the Ice Queen is no minor feat, and now she's yours forever.'

He wondered why she liked the idea. If he understood it correctly, she was now his wife. Wasn't she supposed to be jealous of other women having s*x with him?

Another girl was approaching him, a vial of stamina potion in her hand. "I thought you may appreciate this before giving me my share," Romilda Vane said.

She looked nice enough for a quick shag, although he didn't feel like wanting any after so many. He still gulped the potion obediently and let Romilda lie down before quickly penetrating her and leaving some of his seed inside, not putting any effort to make her enjoy it. She didn't seem to mind.

Umbridge was getting worried. She didn't mind the Potter brat bonding with that mudblood – that had no importance in her mind. Bonding with the Weasley blood-traitor was almost as insignificant. She didn't like the bonding with the Bones girl, but at least her aunt was a ministry employee and could be manipulated to not cause too much trouble.

That was not true of the Lovegood girl, though. While she was unimportant by herself, giving Potter free access to that newspaper her father was publishing was troublesome. She was unsure about the right way to eliminate that problem without causing new ones. And then he bonded with Greengrass.

That was most unexpected. Greengrass was a very respectable family with a long pureblood line and very good connections everywhere. Its traditional neutrality wasn't something she appreciated, but she could see the benefits it could give. Now, with their eldest bonded to Potter, they would not be able to maintain neutrality any longer. They would be forced to take stance in favor of Potter. That was very worrisome, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could only blame herself for giving Potter the opportunity to bond with all these females.

That made an idea pop into her mind. The Potter brat seemed to be quite a good shag, at least judging by the number of girls who wanted to shag him. Every bond was the result of a shag. What would happen if he shagged her? At worst, she would have a young and virile s*x partner, something she couldn't remember ever having. At best, she would bond with him, making all the Potter treasures available to the Minister. And the Potter brat would not dare turn her down, of that she was sure.

She looked at the great hall, where Potter was just finishing shagging another girl, and a pureblood to boot. The girl looked blissfully dazed and Potter seemed to need some more of the potion. Her mind set, she started moving to intercept Potter at the table carrying the potions.

Minerva McGonagall was also watching her favorite lion cub, wishing she was a few decades younger. She then noticed the toad, as she called her in her mind, walking purposefully towards her cub. She couldn't allow this! Whatever that toad had in mind, she felt she needed to stop it before it endangered Harry. Without even thinking, she turned into her cat form and rushed forward, passing Umbridge on her way and coming to stand at Harry's side in her human form.

"Would you mind giving this old lady a reminder of her youth?" she asked, unsure if this was the right thing to do, yet unable to find a safer way to stop Umbridge.

Harry seemed quite surprised. He looked her over and then smiled. "I'll be honored," he said with a bow, suddenly reminding Minerva of his father.

She took his hand in hers and led him to an unused area, where the padded floor was still unstained. None of them paid attention to the fat toad who was huffing a few paces away.

Harry was unsure how to act. This was his most appreciated teacher, a woman old enough to be his grandmother. It didn't look right to have s*x with her. And yet, she explicitly requested just that. Besides, she had a very nice body which didn't betray her age. He only needed to imagine her face much younger, as she had taught him to imagine for Transfiguration, and then...

His body reacted to the shapely body in front of him and Harry forgot the wizened old face above it. He just acted on instincts, caressing the female body, kissing and licking until he felt her becoming moist and ready, as he also heard her start moaning softly. "I want you inside," she urged him. A moment later he plunged in. It wasn't the same as he had felt with Hermione, an eternity ago, or with the other girls. It was very different and yet quite similar. The moist velvety embrace engulfed him, making him unable to stop. He started pumping in and out while his fingers were still caressing the sensitive spot nearby.

Minerva had not experienced such intimacy for more than forty years, since her husband was killed in the war against Grindelwald. She missed it badly at first, but as the years passed and she found nobody to fancy, her need also diminished, until only a dim ache remained. But now her need returned in full force. She took part in the action, caressing and kissing just the same, directing her partner to where she needed to feel him, enjoying being filled by his organ, enjoying feeling finally ALIVE.

After almost four hours of intense activity, it took Harry much longer to reach his peak. He continued pumping, trying to give his beloved teacher the best experience he could. Minerva had already had two orgasms before he felt his peak approaching. Using his fingers as well, he tried to bring her to another peak, which she reached just as he was spurting his last seed into her.

Harry rested on the shapely body under him, his head cradled between two breasts. He felt comfortable. He felt loved in a way he had never experienced. He also heard some giggling in his mind and paid it no attention.

Yet every good thing reaches its end. "What was that flash, a few minutes ago?" the toad asked.

"A flash?" Harry asked.

"Yes. There was no glowing mist, but there was a bright flash just before you collapsed."

"I don't know," he said, resting his head back on its comfortable perch.

"I think such a flash usually signifies marriage," Minerva said, sounding quite lethargic, "but it probably means something else in this case."

Umbridge still seemed to be determined to get her hands on Potter, but just then the clock struck two, the lights in the great hall dimmed and the music stopped. "I think it is time to let the students return to the dormitories," Minerva said, her tone making it clear that this was more than merely a personal opinion.