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Harry sat with Hermione and Emma on the beach, listening to the waves crashing against the shore, an activity he had grown to enjoy more and more with each day they spent on the island. There was something calming and relaxing about it, a welcomed respite from all the issues he had to deal with managing his territory and dealing with Krum.

He handed the letter he had just finished reading to Hermione, who eagerly snatched it up, skimming through it quickly. It was a progress report from Neville, and he couldn’t have been more pleased by the results.

Neville leveraged his grandparent’s old connections within the covens to find out about the fallout of his assassination mission with Ron, and the mental suggestions he’d implanted in Levski’s former slave.

She had gone straight to one of Krum’s protectorates, explaining his version of events, how Viktor stormed into Levski’s home, slaughtering not just Levski’s guards, but also the man himself. She framed the story as if he was a wild animal, incapable of reason or understanding, shocking the covens, and more importantly, forcing them to reevaluate his past actions.

So far none of the covens had confronted Krum directly, afraid he would turn his attentions to them next, but in doing so, they also fueled the rumors of his insatiability.

Some had even offered their support through Neville, but he understood their type well enough to know their ‘support’ wouldn’t translate to anything useful. They were all politicians, through and through. ‘Probably why Krum was able to run roughshod over them in the first place.’ he thought with a derisive snort. He made a good showing against Krum in the duel, and they were just hedging their bets, nothing more.

“This is interesting,” Hermione said, getting to the reactions of Krum’s own coven. “It sounds like more than a few of them are re-considering the cost of being a part of Krum’s coven.”

“Krum’s denied everything though,” Emma said, reading over Hermione’s shoulder. “The letters and the memories of a single slave may not be enough to convince the covens,” she pointed out.

“True,” Harry agreed, “but we’re not going to let up now, and let things blow over. This is just the beginning.”

Emma nodded, seeing Harry’s point as well. “With his right-hand man out of the picture, he’s just going to become more unstable, but that also makes him unpredictable,” she warned.

“Fred and George will be here soon,” Harry added with a nod, acknowledging Emma’s point as well. “They’re making things difficult for Agranov, his main financial backer. If we can split her from the coven, he won’t have the resources to do anything too crazy.”

“Are we getting rid of her the same way as Levski?” Hermione asked. After what she found out about him, she knew killing him was the only option. He was far too dangerous to leave alive, but she also didn’t want to turn this into a massacre.

“I don’t think we should,” Emma said, offering her own opinion. “She isn’t dangerous like Levski or Krum, she’s just in it for the money. Besides, killing her would cause more harm than good.”

“Why do you think that?” Harry asked, curious about her reasoning.

“Her business is both legitimate and illegal, and spread across multiple countries,” Emma explained. “If she’s gone, there’s going to be a power vacuum. We don’t want to just take her out for someone worse to take her place.”

“I never thought about it that way,” Harry said, seeing Emma’s point. ‘Who knows how far the infighting could spread?’ he thought, glad that he had Hermione and Emma to point out the flaws in his plans. “We’ll have to figure out another way to deal with her then,” he agreed.

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“Have we got some news for you,” George said with an excited smile as he, Fred, and Mary arrived through the floo.

“Is it about the raid on Levski’s house?” Harry asked, curiously.

“Better,” Fred smirked. “We finally found a way to put some real pressure on Agranov.”

“Oh?” Harry asked curiously.

“We did what you suggested, reducing prices, but we took it a step further,” Fred continued. “We made a deal with the goblins. They’re going to handle the brewing process for some of our more common potions.”

“With the scale they operate at, their costs will be even lower than Agranov’s,” George added, “and we still get a 40% cut of the profits.”

“Will that be enough for you to stay in business?” Hermione asked in concern, “It sounds like you’re giving away a large chunk of your profits for this.”

“According to our projections, we’ll earn even more,” George smiled. “The bottleneck for us has always been mass production. This deal with the goblins solves that. We’ll be able to reach even more customers and focus our attention on our more complex products.”

“That’s great,” Harry smiled, glad the twins had figured out a way to turn a profit while still making things difficult for Agranov.

“Another few weeks and Agranov is going to start feeling the pinch,” Fred promised. “With any luck, it’ll slow down their search for the throne.”

George opened his mouth to say something before he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a galleon, frowning as it buzzed in his hand.

“What’s going on?” Emma asked, wondering why George was staring at his coin so intently.

“Trouble,” Fred answered for George. “Someone’s broken into the shop. We have to go,” he said, standing up.

“I’ll go with you,” Harry said, standing up as well, joining Fred and George at the fireplace.

“Be careful,” Hermione called out after them as Harry and the twins disappeared through the floo network as she bit her lip in worry, not liking the idea of staying behind. But without a replacement wand, she knew she wouldn’t be much help.

“We have to talk to Harry about getting some replacement wands crafted,” Hermione said to Emma.

Emma nodded in agreement, thinking along the same lines as Hermione. “Master will be ok,” she reassured Hermione, giving her a hug.

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Harry and the twins apparated to the front entrance of the twin’s shop, finding it in total disarray. The front window was smashed, and many of the shelves had been knocked over, leaving much of their products either damaged or destroyed.

They could see two men on the street, standing guard as they watched the storefront, but Harry and the twins had not trouble taking them down.

Thankfully, it was just the front of the shop they destroyed, where the twins sold their joke and novelty items. The rest of their merchandise was behind a steel, magic resistant door.

Harry held his finger to his lips, signaling the twins to remain silent as they observed the five assailants attempt to break down the door. They were dressed head to toe in black and wore masks to cover their faces.

Fred activated the anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards, cutting off their escape routes as Harry and George raised their wands.

“I want them alive,” Harry whispered to the twins, intent on interrogating them. Just from observing them, he knew they weren’t run-of-the-mill criminals intent on making off with some quick cash. They were clearly here for a larger purpose.

The twins nodded. As one they sent out three stupefys, taking down three of the intruders before the others had a chance to react. The remaining two turned around quickly, but another set of stupefys took them down before they could even raise their wands.

Harry cast a quick reparo at the damaged window, fixing the glass so they wouldn’t draw the attention of the Aurors. “Let’s find out what they’re after,” he said as they dragged the men into the back room.

They checked each man for additional wands and portkeys before casting Incarcerous on all seven attackers and removed their masks. Neither Harry nor the twins recognized who they were, but assumed they were sent by Krum in retaliation for losing the duel.

Harry cast Rennervate on one of them. “You picked the wrong store to rob,” Harry said, keeping his face grim.

The man swallowed nervously, “I’m sorry… we didn’t realize,” he said, looking between Harry and the twins, knowing they were in real trouble. “We were just trying to make some quick cash, that’s all,” he lied.

“Try again,” Harry replied, unamused by his obvious lie.

“It’s the truth,” the man protested. “Honest, we weren’t looking to hurt anyone.”

“All seven of you?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, not believing a word of it either. “There’s less than a hundred galleons behind the counter. You were really going to split that seven ways?” He asked skeptically.

The man looked at the stone faced men he had tried to rob and knew his cover story wouldn’t hold up.

“Who are you working for? Krum?” Harry asked. “Why did he send you?”

“Krum?” the man asked in genuine surprise. “The quidditch player?”

Harry and the twins shared a look. The man looked like he was being honest this time, and the mention of Krum as a quidditch player instead of a Magus was interesting, to say the least.

“You caught us,” the man said, looking between them nervously. “Call the Aurors, and we’ll go quietly. I promise.”

“You came into our shop,” Fred said angrily, pointing his finger at George, then back at himself. “And you think we’re just going to call the Aurors to cart you off?” He asked, moving in front of the man and cracking his knuckles.

Harry hid a smirk as Fred intimidated the man. ‘Who knew Fred had it in him?’ he thought, before speaking up. “You caught him on a bad day,” he said, playing good cop to Fred’s bad cop. “I wouldn’t recommend lying to him again. He tends to get ‘creative’ when that happens,” he added, gesturing to the various tools and equipment in the twin’s workshop.

The collecting of hammers, saws, knives and various other implements were all used to create the products they sold, but to the untrained eye, it painted a very different picture.

The man looked fearfully at the angry red-head as bead of sweat dripping down his forehead and his mouth went dry. He didn’t sign up for any of this, and he damn sure wasn’t paid enough to endure torture. “…I’ll talk,” he said. “Just don’t hurt me… please.”

“That part is up to you,” George replied. “Tell us the truth… and my brother might go easy on you…. might,” he said, stressing the last word.

The man nodded his head fervently. “Look, we were just hired to steal your potion recipes and blueprints on some of your products, if we could find them,” he said. “That’s it. We didn’t come here to hurt anyone.”

“I think he’s telling the truth,” Harry said, studying the man’s face carefully. He didn’t have the normal telltale signs of someone hiding something.

Fred continued to glare at the man, crossing his arms as he made himself look as imposing as possible, knowing that silence was sometimes more intimidating than saying a word.

“Who do you work for?” George demanded.

“I don’t know,” the man replied quickly. “I didn’t see her face. She told us she would pay us 5000 galleons for the potion recipes, 10,000 if we found any blue prints. We’re supposed to meet her after this at a bar.”

Harry furrowed his brows, not expecting that answer. On a hunch, he cast Legilimens on the man, reviewing his recent memories. ‘Now it makes sense,’ he thought, recognizing the woman’s voice, and her figure, despite the mask. “It’s Agranov,” Harry said, for the benefit of the twins.

“Agranov?” George asked, in surprise. “We only made the deal with the goblins a few weeks ago. How did she find out about it already?”

“She has spies everywhere,” Harry answered. “Your deal with the goblins must have had a bigger effect on her bottom line than we thought.”

“That still leaves the question of what to do about them,” Fred said, pushing the tip of his boot into the forehead of one of the unconscious thieves. “I’m not of the mind to just let this go. They came into our shop, our home. That can’t go unpunished.”

Harry regarded Fred, wondering himself if this was just an act, or if he was actually serious now. He had never seen this side of Fred before. He raised his wand, casting a stupefy on the thief. “What’s going on Fred?” He asked, curiously.

“I said it once, Harry,” Fred replied, glaring down at the thieves. “They don’t just get to walk away from this. What would have happened if we left Mary behind today?”

Harry looked at George, seeing a similar look of resolve on his face, and thought about his own reaction, if it was Hermione and Emma. “What are you suggesting?” He asked.

“We need to send a message,” Fred replied. “So Agranov doesn’t try something like this again.”

“Hurting them isn’t going to even make Agranov blink,” Harry replied, knowing her well from his days as Arcanum. He dealt with her before, providing her rare potion ingredients and fencing merchandise through her. “All she cares about is her bottom line.”

“Hmm,” George said, as an idea struck him. “I think we can work with that.”

“George?” Fred asked, wondering what his twin was thinking, but knew by the devious smile on his face it was going to be good.

“Her plan to mess up our business was good,” George replied. “But we can do her one better. Harry, you’re good with memory spells. Can you implant a few suggestions in their minds for us?”

“Sure,” Harry replied with a shrug. “It takes some more finesse than a simple imperious, but the results are a lot better.” In truth, it was ridiculously easy for him to plant suggestions in their minds, especially when they were unconscious. With the boosts he had to his magic, and Voldemort’s memories to guide him, it was practically child’s play for him.

“Good,” George said with a sinister smile. “We’ll turn Agranov’s idea on her, only better. We can send each of them to one of Agranov’s stores and have them do what they did here, but when her customers are around, to see it.”

“I like it,” Fred agreed, a matching grin on his face.

Harry stared between Fred and George, liking this side of the twins. Ron had told him they’d raided pureblood homes together, but this was his first time seeing their ruthless sides. “Alright,” he agreed with a smile of his own.

Harry cast Legilimens on each of the intruders, implanting the directions in their minds to go into Agranov’s most popular shops and do as much damage as they could, and make it as public as possible.

“Let’s head back to the island,” Harry suggested after they sent the thieves on their way. ‘This changes things a bit. We’ll need to come up with a new strategy for Agranov,’ he said, knowing she wouldn’t take this lying down.

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“That’s awful,” Hermione said aghast, as Harry explained what happened. “How much damage did they cause?”

“Not as much as they could have,” George replied. “We got to them pretty quick. We can repair the damages ourselves, and thankfully, none of our customers saw them.”

“That’s only because they wanted to steal our potion recipes and blueprints,” Fred added. “They could have just as easily come to cause as much destruction as possible and chase away all our customers.”

“Sending them back to Agranov’s stores was a good start,” Minerva agreed. “She’ll think twice about trying the same tactic again,” she added as the others nodded in agreement.

“Now what?” Emma asked. “As soon as they start the attack on her stores, she’s going to figure out what you’ve done, and increase her security. It’ll make it twice as hard to get to her now,” she pointed out.

“That’s true,” Harry agreed. “I guess we’ll just have to get creative, then.”

“There might be something we can still do,” Hermione said, thinking about it. “She makes a lot of potions, right?”

“Yeah,” George replied. “Her operation is the largest in Europe.”

“That means she also needs a lot of raw materials,” Hermione reasoned.

“You’re talking about going after her potion ingredient suppliers,” Harry realized. “It won’t be easy. With an operation her size, she’ll deal with multiple large suppliers. Even if we start now, it would take too long to get to enough of them to make a difference.”

“No,” Hermione replied, shaking her head. “We won’t go after her suppliers. We’ll contaminate her ingredients,” she suggested.

“That won’t work.” Fred shook his head. “On top of everything else, she’s a qualified potions mistress. She’ll be able to tell immediately there’s something wrong with the ingridents and refuse to purchase them.”

“What if we don’t contaminate the ingredients directly?” Emma asked. “Can we do something to the packaging to contaminate it for us after she’s accepted delivery?” She asked, thinking back to her old charms lessons.

“That could work,” Minerva agreed. “With the right combination of transfiguration and charms, you may be able to sneak it past her.”

“That still leaves how we’re going to get her to buy them,” Fred pointed out. “She isn’t just going to buy ingredients off of random people on the street.”

“Leave that part to me,” Harry said confidently. “I can pose as Arcanum and sell it to her, claim I received it as payment and just want to unload the stuff.”

“That would work,” George said thoughtfully. “And it wouldn’t be too difficult to rig something up to contaminate the potions ingredients, either. A couple of days, tops.”

“Alright,” Harry said. “I guess we have a plan,” he said happily. “Why don’t you three stay for dinner?” He suggested. “We can work out all the details before you go.”

“Sounds good to me, mate,” George smiled, glad to be away from the dreary London weather for a little while longer.

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After they finished their dinner, Harry and the twins sat in the living room, sharing a bottle of fire whiskey, waiting for Hermione, Emma and Mary. They had disappeared into the bedroom shortly after dinner, saying they had a surprise for them.

“It’s been more than an hour,” Fred complained. “What could they possibly be doing in there for this long?” he asked.

“Be patient,” Harry said with a knowing smile. “It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”

As if in answer to Fred’s complaint, Hermione, Emma, and Marry appeared in the hallway. Hermione and Emma were wearing their harem outfits from the conclave, and Mary wore a matching outfit. The only difference was her loincloth, made of red silk to match her hair instead of the white silk Hermione and Emma wore.

The three slaves moved to the middle of the living room, putting an extra sway in their hips, easily drawing the attention of all three men.

Harry tapped his wand, turning on the music as they began to dance, turning and shaking their hips as they performed for them. He could tell Hermione and Emma had simplified their dance routine. ‘Probably so Marry can keep up with them,’ he thought, but together the three women were still stunning.

He glanced at Fred and George, seeing the lust filled looks in their faces, their eyes locked on their red-headed slave’s sultry form as she danced seductively with Hermione and Emma.

The three women turned their backs, deftly unlatching their tops, and dropped them to the floor before turning around and bearing their breasts to the lustful eyes of their masters.

To finish their dance, Hermione and Emma, on either side of Minerva, scissored their legs between hers, each of them cupping one of Minerva’s breasts in their hands, as they leaned in kissing her cheeks.

Hermione looked down, seeing the obvious arousal in her master, as well as the twins eyes, and winked at Harry before trailing her fingertips down Mary’s chest until she reached the junction between her legs. Locking eyes with Harry, she traced her fingertips along Mary’s slick folds, slipping them inside her.

Minerva’s eyes went wide as her former student pumped her fingers in and out of her needy cunt at an agonizingly slow pace. When Hermione and Emma suggested they do this, they had neglected to mention this part of the dance, but from the look in the twins eyes, they certainly weren’t complaining.

She could feel the other slave’s legs snugly wrapped around her thighs, holding them open as they explored her depths. She bit her lip, attempting to hold back a moan of pleasure as Hermione found just the right spot.

Emma, not to be outdone, grabbed Mary by the back of her head, and planted a kiss on her lips, pushing her tongue into her mouth as she deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth.

Minerva felt her knees go weak at the attentions of the talented slaves as they all knelt on the floor. Before she knew it, she found herself on all flours, ass in the air, and her face pushed into the carpet, the remaining portion of her costume laying on the floor beside her.

She had her back turned to the twins, leaving her ass and pussy on full display for them. She let out a low moan as she felt a pair of fingers on her plug, gently pulling on it as a warm, wet tongue lapped at her pussy.

Hermione and Emma faced Harry and the twins, remembering the lessons they learned from Daphne well, making sure that Mary’s sensual curves were on full display as they pleasured her, earning grunts, and mews of pleasure from the sultry redhead as they zeroed in on the things that gave her the most pleasure.

Emma winked at the boys before pulling the plug free from Mary’s ass, showing off her gaping asshole to them. She leaned down, circling the tip of her tongue around the rim of Mary’s ass as Hermione lapped at her pussy.

Harry watched his slaves perform, feeling his cock harden at the sight of the three women together, his base desires urging him to call one or both of them back, to attend to him, but the way they performed, and the eroticism of their dance left him wanting to see more.

The twins watched, enthralled as Hermione and Emma turned Minerva into a quivering mess, expertly teasing and titillating her as they brought her closer and closer to her release, both of them thinking the same thing. Minerva could do with another playmate.

Minerva let out a shuttering gasp as she felt a pair of warm tongues sensually plunder her pussy and asshole. It felt so different from when either of the twins took her, a gentle teasing that had her gasping for more, but before long she realized they were holding back her release, backing off just enough to keep her aroused, but deny her the release she craved.

She let out a frustrated grunt, arching her back as she leaned back, demanding more to no avail. She tried again, and again, but Hermione and Emma’s talented tongues kept her frustratingly on the edge. That’s when she realized what they were doing, waiting for permission.

“I need to cum,” Minerva pleaded wantonly, letting out a long keening moan as she felt the tongues in her asshole and pussy probe deeper, but as much as she pleaded, they ignored her.

George’s cock stood at full attention as his former professor pleaded for release, a sight that he would never grow tired of. But even after her continued pleas, Hermione and Emma denied her.

He glanced at Harry curiously, wondering why his slaves continued to tease Minerva instead of allowing her to cum.

“They’re waiting for permission,” Harry answered the twins unspoken question. “And not from Mary, but from the two of you.”

“From us?” Fred asked with a raised eyebrow. Hermione and Emma had made Minerva cum on more than one occasion, and hadn’t asked for permission before.

“You’re her masters, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

Fred and George looked at each other, silently communicating. Minerva wasn’t technically their slave. They had an agreement with her, one they hoped to extend indefinitely, but they knew it was something Minerva would never agree to, and because of that, they had never perused it.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” George tried to explain, his eyes locked on Minerva’s writhing form. “We have an agreement with her, but she isn’t our slave.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Harry pressed, knowing that the twins desired more, and so did Mary. It was written all over their faces, but it seemed like they were afraid to take the last step. “Are you sure that’s what she wants?” He said, pointing to Mary.

Minerva let out a groan as Hermione and Emma replaced their tongues with their fingers, driving her pleasure even higher, but still keeping her on the edge. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, feeling her desire drip down her thighs.

“You could have so much more,” Harry tempted, knowing exactly what the twins desired. It was the same thing he wanted from Hermione and Emma from the very beginning, and when he finally got it, it was even more incredible than he imagined, the closeness of their bond growing even stronger after they both fully accepted their place at his side.

Fred looked at Minerva, the lust nearly overtaking his senses as her body shuddered with pleasure, and the desire for release. Every fiber of his being was telling him to go over there and claim what was his, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. His professor had to make the decision as well.

Minerva groaned, wiggling her hips, trying desperately to reach the climax she desired, but no matter what she did, Hermione and Emma were a step ahead, keeping her tantalizingly close to the edge without allowing her to go over.

“What do we have to do?” Fred asked, for both him and George, transfixed as Minerva writhed in pleasure.

“Just wait,” Harry instructed. She’s almost ready.

Minerva couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure coursing through her body was indescribable as Hermione and Emma’s talented fingers and tongues brought her to the absolute heights of pleasure. She reached between her thighs, seeking to relieve herself, only for her hand to be slapped away. She tried a second, then a third time, with the same results. “I need to cum! Please!” She pleaded desperately, pressing her cheek against the carpet, all but begging for release now.

“Now’s your chance,” Harry whispered to Fred and George, making sure Mary didn’t overhear them as he instructed them on what to say.

“You’re asking the wrong people for permission,” George started as Minerva spun her head, looking over her shoulder at him. “Come on, Mary, you know what to do,” he encouraged.

“George! Fred!” Minerva pleaded, no longer able to think straight. “Please! I need it! UGH!” she groaned. “Let me cum!”

“Not like that,” Fred continued. “Ask us the way a slave asks their beloved masters,” he ordered.

Minerva groaned, letting out another moan as Hermione and Emma continued to pleasure her. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted. She need to cum desperately, and could already feel the beads of sweat forming on her body as she shuddered and moaned in ecstasy. She had never called either of them her master before. Normally it would be something she would deny outright, but in the moment, and under her current sexual frenzy, she didn’t care. “Please Masters!!” she screamed out, “Please let me cum!!” she begged.

“You many cum slave,” Fred and George replied as one.

In that moment Minerva felt her release wash over her, as a powerful orgasm rocked her body, “AWGAWD!!!” she screamed out, followed quickly by another grunt, as a second orgasm overtook her. She slumped to the carpet, panting as she slowly came back to herself, finally realizing what she had said.

She turned around, looking at the lust filled eyes of Fred and George, but something was different about them, something primal. It called out to her as she felt a shock of desire go straight to her core. Her eyes became lidded with desire again, seeing their obvious erections straining against their pants, as they stared at her hungrily.

Harry smiled internally, glad that he’d pushing his friends in the right direction, confident that the next time he saw them their relationships would be what it should have been from the very beginning.

Fred and George quickly said their goodbyes as Fred scooped up Minerva in his arms, as they made their way to the fireplace, intent on returning to their shop and giving Minerva their full attention.

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Harry looked out at the ocean sunset as Hermione and Emma knelt at his feet, leisurely licking his cock as they discussed what happened with Fred, George, and Mary earlier in the evening.

“What was all that about, master?” Hermione asked as Emma wrapped her lips around their master’s cock, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked on him leisurely.

Harry leaned back with a low grunt, enjoying Emma’s attentions for a moment as he ran his fingers through her thick locks before answering her. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Harry asked.

“What I meant was, why did you interfere?” Hermione asked, curiously. “It looked like they were going to get their on their own, anyway. Why spoil it for them?” She said, cupping her master’s balls and teasing them with the pad of her thumb.

Harry let out another groan of pleasure under the duel pleasure his slaves were giving him, tightening his grip on Emma’s hair as she took him in her throat. “Mary… is a lot like you were Hermione,” he explained with a grunt. “Her pride was getting in the way of what she needed… and the twins weren’t going to push her boundaries the way she needed, at least without a little help.”

Emma pulled her lips from her master’s cock as she looked at Hermione. “Master’s right Hermione. With how stubborn Mary is, it would have taken them years to get the point they are now.”

Rather than respond, Hermione wrapped her lips around Harry’s cock, picking up where Emma left off as she eagerly took her turn, running her tongue up and down his shaft as she sucked him deep.

“What I don’t get is why the twins were so slow to act,” Emma said. “They obviously went to a lot of trouble to get her. Why wouldn’t they want to make her their slave?”

Harry put his hand on the back of Hermione’s head, pulling her closer, smiling in satisfaction as Hermione took him in her throat, squeezing her throat around his manhood, loving the feeling of being inside her.

“I think… ugh, it has something to do with the fact that Mary isn’t her real name…” Harry revealed, finding it difficult to concentrate. He could feel Hermione trying to pull back, intent on asking another question, but he held firmly to the back of her head, smiling down at her mischievously as he kept her mouth full.

Hermione stared up at Harry, her mind filled with a million questions, but didn’t stop sucking her master, reminding herself not to get distracted, even though she knew Harry was doing it specifically to tease her.

Harry grunted, impressed by Hermione’s focus as she increased her suction, bobbing her head up and down on his cock faster, before he realized what she was doing. ‘Little minx,’ he thought. ‘She’s trying to make me cum so she can ask more questions.’

“Who is she then?” Emma said, asking the question Hermione was dying to know the answer to.

“It took me a little.. ugh, while to see it,” Harry admitted with a groan, doing his best to remain focused under the sensual onslaught of Hermione’s carnal talents. “But all of it… ugh, combined, was impossible to ignore.”

Emma and Hermione thought back about what they knew about Mary carefully, unable to make the same connection their master did.

“Think about it,” Harry said as he watched Emma push two of her fingers into Hermione’s dripping cunt, pumping them slowly. “Red hair, sottish accent, ice-blue eyes.”

Hermione drew a blank, looking up at Harry again as she tried to piece together the clues he gave her.

“How about the fact that she looks at us like she knows us? Or the strange air of authority she projects, despite her station,” Harry continued.

“I never noticed that before,” Emma replied, pinching Hermione’s clit as she continued to tease her, “but I still don’t know who she is. Have I met her before?” She asked.

“It’s been a while for you, Emma,” Harry groaned, as he felt himself getting close. “But you know who she is, don’t you Hermione?” He teased, seeing her eyes grow wide as she realized what he was talking about.

‘That’s impossible,’ Hermione thought. ‘She’s dead, we even attended her funeral,’ but the more she thought about it, the more the thought stuck with her. There were just far too many similarities. ‘But how?’ She thought.

“Get ready, Hermione,” Harry warned a moment before he came, filling his slave’s mouth with his seed.

Hermione felt her cheeks strain as Harry erupted insider her, filling her mouth with the salty-sweet taste of his essence. She prepared to swallow, wanting desperately to question her master.

“Don’t be greedy Hermione,” Harry warned, seeing what she was about to do. “Share with Emma,” he ordered sternly.

Hermione’s eyes widened, realizing what she was about to do, and turned in Emma’s arms, planting a kiss on her lips as they shared Harry’s seed between them. After a long moment, Hermione broke the kiss, turning to face her master again. “How?” she asked.

“No idea,” Harry admitted with a shrug.

“Who is it?” Emma asked, seeing that she was the only one that didn’t know what was going on.

“It’s Professor McGonagall,” Hermione blurted out, trying to work out how it was possible.

“Oh,” Emma said, her eyes growing wide. It had been some time since she attended Hogwarts, and while she had McGonagall as a professor, she hadn’t thought about her