Her lips were soft and full, and tasted sweet. They played against his own, chafed and slightly sore. He didn't care. Her lips spread, her tongue dipping into his mouth and contorting around his own. Pressed into the valley between her bountiful breasts, He could feel the smooth cushioning against his arm. Her nipples brushing teasingly as she moved and moaned.

He could barely focus with the blond lavishing attention to his lips and body. When a second pair of lips descended on him everything when hazy, all except the slick warmth of woman's mouth enveloping the tip of his solid cock. He groaned into Lavender's mouth, who giggled in response before once again delving her tongue inside.

Another presence brushed against the sides of his dick, then another as two slick tongues began to taste his length. Coupled with the gentle sucking of the bushy haired girl between them and Harry was incapable of doing more but bathing in the sensations.

Hermione pulled away, her lips popping of the tip of his cock with a slurp. Her ears flickered and fluttered with pleasure as she gave a sultry purr as her place on his shaft was claimed by another. The tongue once lavishing him with attention and now curling belonged to another young woman.

She was fit and beautiful with striking, defined features suitable for nobility offset by her spiky black hair. Her sky blue eyes were stormy as they filled with desire and longing as she descended down Harry's cock. A princess's warm mouth an agonisingly beautiful sensation around his shaft.

Another beauty crawled up her side. Bare bronzed breasts dragging over her white skin. A beautiful image of flesh against flesh that moved from the woman to Harry. Another blond, kissing her way over his toned abs. Less refined in appearance, yet lovely in her own simple way. Her body was fit, tall and athletic as she slowly advanced up his side. Her lips pressing against his chest, igniting and burning against his skin.

The kisses and touches of the blonds; The princess's moist, excruciating suckling; The kitten pressing herself up against the other girl, suckling on smooth skin in a image of carnal beauty. It was all more than enough to overwhelm Harry, dragging gasps, groans and cries of pleasure from him.

Then, in a moment all four were gone, as if pulled away. Harry whimpered and nearly cried out at the absence. Then there was a fifth. Powerful hands gripped him, holding him down. Rough and calloused, as opposed to the soft, silky or firmness of the others. A earthen fragrance, familiar and subtle, filled his nostrils.

While the others had been fit and athletic the woman above him was power condensed into a petite form. Her wild yellow eyes gazed down at him, ebony coloured hair spilling to the sides. With a desperate growl she guided his cock to her furred snatch.

Harry can only watch and experience as the dripping entrance burnt against the tip of his throbbing phallus. Powerful thighs pressing him deep into her, drawing out a groan of pleasure from him and growl from her. The wet walls tightened, flexing as she shifted.

Still gripping Harry's shoulders she began to move, hips undulating as she began to fuck herself on his cock. The wildness draining from her eyes, leaving her gazing at him passionately.

*****

"Ah fuck." Harry groaned, looking down his body to where a head of blonde curls bobbed up and down. Obscured by a tantalizing swaying set of breasts Creamy bare thighs framed the vision, their weight across his shoulders. The sweet scent of arousal filled his nostrils. Leaving little doubt what was going on. Even to his freshly awakened mind.

Lured in like a bee to honey, the still woozy Harry leant upwards. His tongue seeking out a taste. In response Lavender's blowjob paused with a gasp of surprise. Before restarting with a renewed vigour, drawing a hum of pleasure directly into her soaking pussy. The black haired lover was rewarded with bathing of tongue.

The two fed off each other, Harry's tongue slowly delving further into Lavender's snatch. Occasionally he turned his attention to her sensitive nub. The sensation sending the other to suck harder, pumping her mouth around his cock. The sways of her tits brushing against Harry's belly, the bare skin almost burning at the contact.

Lavender was the first brought to the edge. She had already forsaking her own half of the pleasure as he ate her out. Despite her wonderful mouth, Harry knew how to please a woman from experience. A flick of his tongue against her clit send her shuddering.

"Yes! Yes! Harry..." She screamed out his name. Juice flooding his mouth. Thighs tightening around his head. He keep on, lapping up what he could. Eventually the flow ceased, and Lavender lay across his body, panting and boneless. While Harry's shaft stood, unattended he let the blonde slump against him.

"Mmm," she gasped. "Harry, that was... so good."

With a post-orgasm lethargy, Lavender shifted herself off Harry's body. Although she prevented him from sitting up with a gentle hand to his chest. Positioning herself sideways she smirked up at Harry, lifting a curl of blonde over an ear. Her soft lips latched to his unsatisfied cock, a wonderful wet warmth.

The arm not weakly holding her up moved up. As she dipped down further onto his shaft her fingers gingerly played against his balls. He groaned at the gentle sensation against the suction of her mouth. That was more than enough for Lavender to apply herself fully. Her tongue lathering the tip of his cock as her head bobbed in his lap. In moments he was brought to his own end.

"Lav, oh fuck yes." The young man tensed as bucked as he came.

Coaxing his thick cum into her throat and gulping it down hungrily Lavender pulled from his shaft with a slight pop and sigh of satisfaction. Coming from a gorgeous young woman swallowing his cum the sound nearly had him ready to go again.

"Good morning Harry," Lavender giggled with a innocent voice that belied the entirely carnal actions. Moving from between his legs, crawling up his side. Swaying her hips, ass and tits as she moved, exaggerating her motion for his viewing pleasure. He gave a grin wrapping an arm around Lavender and pulling her against him for a kiss.

"Good morning," he replied. "A wonderful way to wake up, although I feel like I'm just in another dream." He gave her another quick peck on the lips. The blonde beamed from the compliment and made a deal of trapping his arm between her pillows. An arrangement Harry had little problem with.

"Hmm." Lavender's hum of approval as she made herself comfortable on Harry's shoulders. Wistfully she said, "I wish this could last though."

"So do I," Harry replied, honestly. He sent a glance to the window of their room for the night. There was no sunlight peaking through the curtains. Which meant it was still early, although he couldn't be sure of the time with December nearing. "We should head back before people wake up and notice we've been missing all night."

Lavender nodded but didn't make any attempt to move. Harry couldn't blame her. He enjoyed the moments of snuggling he shared with his lovers. Welcome reminders that the romance was more than just sex. It had actually been too long since he had last been able to spend time in bed with one of them. Not to mention that her blowjob had drained him of whatever early morning energy he had.

He was unsure of how long they had laid there, Lavender had obviously settled into dozing against his shoulder. Harry was content with enjoy the peace and her soft breaths. He held back a quiet chuckled, not wanting disturb the sleeping beauty. Thankfully she wasn't a snorer, he wasn't always so lucky.

Eventually Harry had to conclude they had waited to long. He gently pressed a soft kiss to Lavender's lips. At first she barely responded but as she woke she sighed into the kiss before pressing herself more fervently against him. Lips opening and moving with his. Harry had to pull away before they could get too heated or else he knew they'd never leave the bed. The departure brought a complaining noise from Lavender's throat.

"Lav, we have to get up." He whispered in apology.

She nodded absently, almost pouting as she opened her glazed eyes. Harry regretfully untangled himself and slipped from the bed. Stumbling around in the near darkness to find their clothing. When he did and fished his wand from the pocket of his discarded trousers he lit up the room. Turning to find Lavender leaning on her side, leaning on her elbow gazing at his figure. The rather typical seductress pose. Considering that she was completely bare, bountiful tits and all, it was very tempting.

His cock lurched a little, begging to harden again. She giggled and Harry blushed at the blatant appraisal. Quickly dragging on his boxers. Before moving over to hand his partner her clothing.

"Spoilsport." She giggled with one more pout before dragging herself off the welcoming mattress. Although Harry had to drag his eyes away from her voluptuous form. He pulled on his pants, trying to not pay attention to the shifting of fabric out of his sight. Sure, they had stripped each other's clothes off while in the midst of passion but dressing again afterwards was not so carefree.

Dressed, Harry quickly cast a freshening charm over both of them.

"It's only good enough for human noses though," He advised, prompting a curious look from his lover.

"What?"

"Umm, cats and dogs could tell."

"Like Mrs Norris?"

Harry made a face at Mr Filch's creepy cat picking up the scent of his rendezvous. "Yeah." He murmured, not intending to unveiling secrets that weren't his to share about his other lovers.

Bundling up Harry and Lavender slipped out of the inn quietly. There were only one or two patrons still occupying the downstairs, keeping to themselves whatever reason they were up so early.

Outside it was freezing, even with their layers it was far cooler than their date the evening before. Likely to leave a carpet of frost over Hogwart's lawns. Lavender immediately shivered and cuddled into Harry's side, pulling her pink scarf tighter around her neck. Harry slipped his wand out and quietly cast a subtle warming charm for her.

She gave him a thankful smile a sweet kiss, which quickly drew itself into an elongated snog beneath a crescent moon. Until Harry had to shiver, but not in pleasure.

"Sorry." He muttered as he recast the warming charm on himself. Then led Lavender through the village. The girl once again having taken up the task of guessing his other lovers.

"So, not any of the other girls in Gryffindor except Hermione." She concluded after a round of interrogation. "Good."

"Good?"

"It means I have bragging rights." She giggled at Harry's expression. "Oh relax. I'm not going to tell everyone. If I do you'd have half the girls in the school after you. Although..."

"Although what?" For some reason her last word left Harry on edge. He did not look forward to news of his multiple partners spreading. Most people wouldn't be understanding.

"Come on Harry. Every guy's fantasized about having a whole bunch of girls at the same time." Harry's face blushed red as he recalled the invigorating dream that he awoke from that morning. "I knew it." Lavender squealed in success. Her high voice vibrant in the silence of the village.

"Lavender," he shushed her, halting and turning the girl to face him. "I love you." He told her, his eyes filled with affection and sincerity. "I love the others. It's not just sex, with any of you. I may just be like any other boy, but I want to be worthy of this. Of you, when you didn't make the choice to fall in love with me."

Lavender was silent a moment before leaning forwards to kiss Harry, gently and lovingly. Trying to convey her still fresh feelings of affection and absolute lack of words, she wasn't as good with words. Although she was good with people and her thoughts wandered in that direction as she basked in the sensation of Harry's lips against hers and his body cradling around her.

When they drew apart a gentle silence fell across them, comfortable. Harry taking her hand and leading her through Hogsmeade. It was only when they wandered away fro and the soft yellow glow of the street lanterns that Lavender noticed more than just Harry's presence.
"Darling, where are we going?" She asked. The endearment throwing Harry off. He couldn't help by smile broadly at it, warmth filling his chest.

"We can't go through Honeydukes right now," He said, lighting his wand. The moon's light too faint to navigate. "There's a passage through the Shrieking Shack into the grounds."

"The Shrieking Shack?" The blonde squeaked. She halted quickly, stopping Harry.

"It's safe Lav," He reassured. "I found the passage in third year and used it since." When the girl still didn't respond he continued softly. "I'll be right with you the entire time."

He could see her visibly plunk up her courage. Granting a glimpse of the determined Gryffindor at the bubbly girl's core.

"Okay." She agreed. Slipping his hand into his he kept moving. Until the Lavender could not longer deal with the increasingly tense silence. "How did you find the passage. Isn't the Shrieking Shack the-"

"Most haunted building in Britain." Harry finished, smiling at the adorable pout that crossed her features. "It's not haunted at all actually. Do you remember Professor Lupin?"

The rest of their journey was filled with Harry explaining the history behind the Shrieking Shack's reputation. From Professor Lupin's ordeal to his father's friendship until finally describing the basics of the ordeal during his third year. Talking of Sirius Black was still painful, but easier with Lavender next to him. She picked up on his mood and soothing him even when she did not understand what was upsetting him.

Lavender was anything but a good listener, regularly interrupting to ask questions and chatter at him. He didn't mind, since the more she talked the less tense his lover became. She didn't even notice when they passed the ragged barbed fence into the Shack's grounds. Not until Harry drew up short, a frown on his face. A single light shone out of the upstairs window of the dilapidated and abandoned structure.

"Harry?" Lavender questioned.

"Come on." Harry tugged her along, snuffing their light. Not seeing any other option to get back to Hogwarts and both concerned and curious of the house being occupied.

When they finally reached the door, Lavender questioned again. "Harry, what's wrong?" Her voice nearly quivering, her nerves returning.

"There's a light on upstairs. This place should be empty." He explained, although it did little to reassure the girl and she gripped his hand tighter. At the same time he felt a rush of pride in the young woman, as she drew her wand. Apparently ready for a fight

"Do you think it could be Death Eaters?" She whispered.

"I don't think they could get so close to Hogwarts without being spotted." Harry said. "I'll take you to the tunnel is and then go back to check. You'll be safe."

"But you won't and you said you'd be right with me. What if it is a Death Eater. I can help." Lavender rambled a little. Her blue eyes wide with concern and a little determination.

Part of Harry wanted to say no. To get her going down the tunnel and safe while he found out whoever was squatting right next to a secret passage. Yet the part of him that was proud of Lavender's spirit gave credence in to her points. He had trained her in Dumbledore's Army.

It was the fear that swayed him. Fear for him and simply fear of him leaving her in the undeniably spooky place.

"Alright." He nodded, releasing her hand. "Wand ready."

Lavender nodded in reply, Harry's trust in her helping to abate her fear. He stepped forward and gently tried to open the door. Unavoidably causing it squeak softly. He slipped through when there was enough space. Lavender followed watching the oppressive darkness nervously. Twisting her wand in her hand. Harry gently tried to set the door back into its frame, yet once again drawing a squeak from the hinges.

The two waited a moment with baited breath. When no sounds of movement came from above Harry took the lead. Taking a path along the sides of the hallway and the stairwell to avoid any tell tale squeaking. Lavender marveled at just how quiet and sneaky her darling was.

They miraculous reached the right floor without any incident. Harry having to take a moment to orientate himself. Only able to judge by the minute amount of moonlight seeping in through the windows. He indicated a dark doorway as their destination. He crept forwards, Lavender careful to follow where he stepped.

In a few moments they had slipped inside the room. Completely unable to pick out anything in the darkness. The aged, heavy curtains had be drawn across the window and whatever lit the room was now gone. Harry turned his head this way and that. He couldn't even pick out the edges of shadows within shadows.

He felt Lavender press her back against his. Clearly afraid if her breathing was indication. Her hand scrambling to grip his. He gave it a tight squeeze of reassurance. All he could hear was the beat of his own heart and their nervous breathing.

"My mate." A familiar husky voice tore through the veil of blackness. Lavender jolted against him. He whirled, pointing his wand at the darkest corner of the room but stilled there.

"Ebony?" His voice was laced with confusion and relief.

He could now see motion in the corner, black on black as a figure detached from the wall and moved closer. Lavender whimpered and pressed closer to Harry but her wand firmly directed at the shadow. Which drew to a stop.

Harry took the moment to light the tip of his own wand. White illuminating the room, causing all three to flinch. Although only one growled. A smaller figure than Harry and Lavender dressed in rough brown clothing.

"Mate," she greeted in turn. Pausing to take a deep breath, as if inhaling a smell, and licking her lips. She turned to Lavender, yellow-brown eyes condescending. "Claiming another soft one." She stated, lips curling in an unkind snarl. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Harry snapped back. Lavender completely out of her depth with the conversation and this strange girl who didn't seem to like her. Although what set her off most was the authority in his voice. She'd never heard him sound so commanding before, even while teaching Dumbledore's Army. It was a far cry from the lover that had wooed her.

Ebony tensed at Harry's tone. Turning to watch him warily, he stared her down. Green eyes overwhelming any indignation and stoking the desire his words had sparked. Relaxing a little she let out a soft "Harry."

Her movement to embrace him caused Lavender to suddenly jump into action. Still utterly confused she showed just how well Harry had taught her, jumping to his defense. Her wand was suddenly up and a spell on her lips. The small, black haired girl was faster and stronger.

With a growl Ebony's hand was clenched around Lavender's dainty wrist, twisting. Lavender let out a cry of pain and fear as her wand dropped from her grasp. Then Harry was there.

"Stop! Let her go!" He shouted. The response was immediate. Ebony released Lavender's wrist and shrunk away. The blonde it close and to her chest, fighting back the welling of tears.

Stepping between them Harry gently took Lavender's hand, inspecting her wrist. "Sorry," he muttered, sounding ashamed. "I should have introduced you." He gave her tender wrist a gentle kiss, pulling a small whimper from Ebony, although the Lavender didn't hear. "It's not damaged, you'll be okay. This is Ebonyfur. She's one of mine."

"Ebonyfur?" Lavender peered past Harry's shoulder at the now preening girl.

"She's..." Harry trailed off, looking a bit uncertain.

"You call us werewolves." The girl asserted suddenly at Harry's weakness. Although she softened again slightly when he sent her a hard glance.

"Werewolves?" Lavender squeaked now, pressing herself closer to Harry for safety. Even as she watched Ebony over his shoulder. She could see it now. The haggard, rough look and her treatment of Harry, using the word 'mate'.

"Ebony, why are you here?" Harry asked again, gentler than last time. "Shouldn't you be with your pack?"

The girl's head dropped, leaving a silence for a moment before she stepped forwards and pressed herself against his chest, ear over his heart. Taking somewhat but surprised Harry returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around her. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent before responding.

"Not my pack anymore." She began, "I am exiled. For you."

Harry tightened his grip, bringing one hand up to stroke her long black chaotic hair in reassurance. Her normally gruff tone was gone. Even though she is as tough as they come, and seemingly secure in herself, Harry could tell that being exiled had hurt her. Her family had cast her out for being his mate.

As much as he loathed bringing his lover pain, he couldn't help but feel glad she chose him. Along with a pickling of guilt, it was his fault to a degree.

"What happened?" Lavender eventually asked, echoing Harry's thoughts. Ebony growled, still clamped to Harry.

"A packless came to us. Greyback. He was strong and savage. Some agreed with him when he talked about war, hunting soft ones. Father didn't want him but the alpha serves the pack. The pack wanted him."

"Voldermort," Harry scowled. "He's recruiting the werewolves. Did they exile you because of Greyback?"

"They smell you on me all the time. Not happy with me having an outsider as a mate." Ebony gave a derisive chuckle, pulling away from Harry "They want me. You have me. So Greyback turned many of the pack on me. It was stay and lose you or leave. I left." She gave a proud smile. Harry knew how resilient the girl was. The moment of embrace was the closest she would get to grieving her exile, not that she wasn't still upset about it. Ebony was stubborn, nothing could get her down. Something he loved about her and made her submitting to him as a mate all the more humbling and meaningful.

"I'm glad you're safe," Harry said, cupping her cheek gently. Behind his back Lavender had managed to gather herself and felt a surge of jealousy at the intimacy and familiarity between them.

"Are we going back to Hogwarts?" She interrupted haughtily. Ebony fixed the blonde with a yelling glare, growling low in her throat.

"Hey," Harry gently warned her off, leaving Lavender out of the conversation once again. "We do need to get back to Hogwarts before people start waking up. I'll visit soon." He held off cautioning Ebony, knowing the werewolf would take much of his concern as a lack of trust in her. "Stay safe."

Their kiss goodbye began gently until Ebony crushed herself to his body, powerful grip pulling his head towards her. The shorter girl molded her gentle curves against him as Lavender ached to be in her place. Eventually Harry was released, both parties looking rumpled and ready to mount the other.

Leaving Ebony behind Harry led the way down through the Shrieking Shack and the earthen tunnel back towards Hogwarts. Harry not having said much in the time leaving Lavender a little concern her pique of jealousy had already damaged their young relationship.

She knew what she was getting into when she slept with Harry, but actually seeing him with another girl proved that knowing and experiencing were very different. Caught up in her thoughts she stumbled over the uneven dirt several times until she felt a warm and worn hand clasp hers, pulling her to his side and into the light. Harry smiled back a her, easing her concerns.