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They've had more opportunities together. Even if it's just once a week. Harriet sees it as the perfect balance. The return of normalcy. Wanting to pretend nothing bad happened. Just being happy in the small moments. Impossible to achieve when she's sleeping alone or during the sudden shortness of breath throughout the day.
Various insecurities that feel like a pain in the back...
Among so many things, she'd forgotten to show Tom what Sirius sent. Something extremely important. Tom found the invitation to Gryffindor odd and even more important, a surprise in the gift Sirius suddenly sent.
"Too bright for you?"
"Too much."
Tom has the impression there's an orange filter in Gryffindor Tower. Everything is so bright and warm that it's hard to see. The place is as large as it should be, decorated with the house colors and insistent candlelight. They're obviously magical candles, otherwise this place would have burned down long ago.
He goes to the girls' dormitory. Harriet's bed is the most obvious. Even if the house-elves tidy it, they leave the plush toys as decoration. Tom knows Harriet has given some stuffed animals to the elves, saying it's a secret that they are free and can continue working without fear.
Dealing with elves is a hassle that only Hermione wants to put herself through.
"I honestly have no idea why Sirius sent me so much. I imagine it's to make me feel loved," she jokes as she unpacks all her godfather's gifts. Tom leans back against the bedpost.
Harriet takes off the shirt she's wearing today and puts on the blouse that bares her shoulders and collarbones. The sleeves hang loosely and the red color only accentuates Harriet's pale skin. Tom goes over to adjust the garment a little and, out of habit, fixes her hair as well.
"This was Hermione's favorite."
"Sometimes I feel like she's more your girlfriend than I am."
"She's my girlfriend." Harriet jokes, smiling and Tom shakes his head.
She tries on one piece after another. Tom likes them all. It's clear Sirius is well aware that they would suit Harriet. Although one of the blouses stands out for its flirtatious air. Joke or not, it's a dark green satiny color, with a very deep sweetheart neckline that lifts the bust, sleeves from wrist to elbow and an almost completely bare back.
Harriet is convinced this is the "I have a boyfriend" effect. She notices Tom is anxious and her latest revelation only makes him blush, completely flushed. For a brief moment, the heir of Slytherin sees Harriet's bare back, knowing nothing is covering it and he could easily grab her. Harriet has just put on her bra. It's all lace and matching and the bottom has a special hole for her vagina.
She can't believe her godfather sent this or even bought it.
"I can assume this is what you wanted me to see," Tom jokes.
"You're guessing quite right."
Harriet lets go of the bed curtains and sits on top of Tom, who supports himself with his arms and instantly holds her by the waist. The kisses are intense and somewhat halting; Tom enjoys caressing Harriet, as if it produces pleasurable electric shocks inside both of them.
Discreetly, he moves his hand to Harriet's crotch, caressing her vaginal lips and clitoris, so insistently that vaginal fluid begins to flow. Only then does he insert two fingers and Harriet stiffens for a moment. Tom kisses her everywhere: her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, between her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. He loves the way she looks and showing it is easy. Harriet sighs and moans with pleasure at the attention and opens her own cavity when Tom pulls his penis out of his trousers.
She sighs with pleasure, receiving him on top and inside her. Tom takes one of her breasts under the fabric and starts to suck it, moving.
The calm start is very common. Their magic and body initiate contact, the problem arises once they connect. Harriet believes Tom's already large penis is growing inside her and her vagina tightens to feel him better. Tom believes Harriet blushes in parts of her body and even gets wetter. It's disastrous and the garter belt is the best they can have.
Because he can't resist cumming inside her. A primitive, animal instinct to fill her belly until he has no more balls. The passage of time also evaporates and they continue without thinking of anything other than merging as much as possible.
He grabs the headboard of the bed, with Harriet whimpering; her legs wide open, receiving Tom's strong, fast thrusts. She sticks out her tongue and moans outrageously, her breasts spilling out of the garment and bouncing with each thrust. She stifles the moan of pleasure and presses the pillows beneath her. She breathes deeply and Tom's penis, still erect and hard, releases semen that stains her thighs between her legs.
She inhales and exhales sharply. Tom watches her intensely, eager to continue doing it. Indifferent to the havoc they're wreaking in the room. He sits on top of Harriet, his penis sandwiched between her large breasts, tightly pressed around the phallus and constantly pounding with Harriet's tongue. It doesn't take long for Tom to reach orgasm and splatter her face.
Harriet turns her back on him and raises her hips, opening his eyes and moaning as the cock re-enters her vagina. The more he does this, the more semen he releases and by repeating it, he makes it bubble out. Tom presses his chest against Harriet's back, grabbing her breasts and thrusting hard.
The coupling between the opposing magics only makes them feel even more alienated; they want to continue until they faint and nothing else matters. With her leg raised, lying sideways and Tom behind her, Harriet holds him by the hair and places one hand on her crotch.
"Harriet? Are you here?"
Tom pauses for a moment, reaches for his wand and charms the curtain so it can't be opened.
"Yes. What's wrong?" Her raspy voice sounds like she's been asleep. Not like she's been through five hours of intimate activities, sucking her boyfriend's penis until she's tired.
"Ron's asking for you and I was worried about not seeing you anywhere. Were someone bothering you?" Tom furrows his eyebrows. Bothering her for what? "If you need help or anything, you know you can trust me."
"I know. No one bothered me. I'm o—" Harriet purses her lips. Why does Tom have to put it in now? "kay, wait ,” he goes back inside. Harriet pats him a couple of times on the arm. "I-Im okay... I'm just sleepy. I studied potions and I got exhausted."
"Oh, okay... really. Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm just tired. I'll come for dinner."
"Okay. Although I hope you'll stick to that instead of getting lost in the dark woods."
“Uh-huh.”
Tom thrusts his penis in and out slowly, so there's no way to notice what he's doing. The curtains are very thick and there's no way to see the shadows. Once Hermione leaves, Tom gets on top of Harriet.
“Why are they bothering you?”
“What do you think?”
" Just look at you, you're a whore."
"It's no big deal. She's still just as ugly, but with cow tits."
Tom is irritated that so many people take Harriet's physical change that way. He grabs his face.
“You're beautiful and it doesn't matter if you have big breasts. They look spectacular on you.”
He thrusts his tongue into her mouth and Harriet closes her legs around Tom's hips. She has to admit that it makes her feel good. It's the only opinión he cares about.
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“Have you already charged for the service? Potter bitch.”
She snorts and continues on to the Great Hall. She takes a seat with Hermione and Ron, who looks at her disapprovingly.
"You should wear something else so they don't say mean things to you in the corridors."
"She can dress however she wants," Hermione replies.
"I'm not training or anything that prevents me from dressing like this. I can wear this if I want. That's why I received it," Harriet grumbles. It's not her fault everyone is more concerned about her breasts than anything else. It's not even a cut that differentiates them that much. It just exposes her shoulders. "Besides, it's summer, they sweat."
"Put on some paper."
"You're a dumbass, Ron."
"What? I'm just telling the truth. Unless she likes being called that."
Harriet rolls her eyes and looks toward the Slytherin table. Tom is reading and indifferent to the conversations at his table. She ignores the other random taunts. It's obvious they didn't notice the green blouse. They wouldn't leave her alone for a second with that one. She's busy eating and nothing else. Tom looks up and sees Harriet. Her hair is swept back and falling around her neck, her blouse exposing her shoulders, collarbone and bustline. She looks beautiful. Simple and charming.
"She must charge. There's no way she won't."
"Ask her privately and share the information."
"She can't charge more than a Galleon with those horrible legs."
"Maybe she'll do it for free. She'll know it's a favor to be with—"
"They'll be with Snape if they keep talking about child prostitution."
Tom's voice resonates softly around the table, like a loud echo where everyone bows their heads and says nothing more about it. The worst part about hiding their relationship is that no one has the decency to hold back when it comes to talking trash about his girlfriend.
How she dresses, her breasts, her face, her legs; what they would or wouldn't do to her if they cornered her. It's unpleasant and because of this, Tom becomes more and more paranoid about Harriet.
He decided not to move around on his own anymore, forcing himself not to be so controlling. He was direct: he asked her not to walk the halls alone. It was the best solution. Harriet agreed on the sly, just to avoid a fight or insistence.
Tom knew that his girlfriend, being so stubborn, wouldn't listen, so the plan of keeping her company holds. Nothing that isn't written in his diary to maintain continuity and not go crazy.
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She's fed up with everyone, so she decides to take her books and go to the Hogwarts grounds. At first, it's hard for her to adjust. Since the incident, Drakonys avoids being in open spaces. It reminds her of the kidnapping and that GrIndelwald nearly killed her.
The stress and exhaustion also prevented her from being among her friends. Drakonys looked for any excuse to get away from them and not endure the unbearable rant.
Drakonys sat down, settled in and spent a long time with her own business. Calm, focused. Nothing to hinder her life for a moment. Drakonys sighed, bored by the history of magic and looked up. She looked at the sky and worries began to bubble in her head.
Sometimes it bothered her to try so hard. After all, once she got married, she wouldn't do anything. Just like Narcissa. Her mother lived like an accessory to Lucius; that would be her destiny. What was the point of studying so hard? She wouldn't have a job, she wouldn't have any responsibilities other than opening her legs whenever her husband fancied...
Drakonys shuddered and scrunched up her face. What an unpleasant situation. She gathered her things and quickly entered the palace, wanting to take a bath to wash away this disgusting feeling. The idea of a man touching her is so...
Repulsive .
"In Gryffindor, there's no orange filter as soon as you walk in!"
"Your eyesight is damaged from being in Gryffindor for so long."
Drakonys raises an eyebrow. She watches Tom and Harriet walk by in the distance. The odd thing is they're holding hands. There aren't many students around here. Just a few, almost all of them are somewhere cooler. It's quite hot today.
"I always go to Slytherin. Why is it so bad that you go to Gryffindor?"
"Because it's not just your bed there."
"As if..."
They disappear from sight and Drakonys wonders what that conversation was about. She knows they're close; in fact, it's no secret to anyone at Hogwarts. She's just surprised by the way they spoke to each other and what they talked about.
It's strange.
Very strange.
As Drakonys turns into the hallway, the same one they came down, she realizes they're still there. Tom is leaning in, whispering something in her ear and holding her waist. Drakonys frowns and takes a couple of steps back. Tom straightens, still holding her waist. Harriet slaps him a couple of times on the cheek and smiles, saying something to him.
Drakonys nearly chokes when dhe sees her slap him on the buttocks and Tom just smiles wider, muttering something under his breath. Harriet laughs and walks on again. Drakonys blinks repeatedly, his bewilderment impossible to contain.
What did she just see?
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"Why do they always give her things?" Ron asks, puzzled and offended that his brothers would give Harriet a huge box. It bears the insignia of the brand they've been developing over the past few months: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Joke and imaginative merchandise.
Harriet can barely carry the box and almost falls to the floor because it's so big.
"Because she's our main sponsor," George announces, leaning against a wall.
"She should have a sample of what her money is achieving," Fred explains. Harriet shrugs at Ron.
"It's a good plan, isn't it?"
Ron exhales heavily. At least it's not just because she's her. Harriet, for her part, doesn't know how to explain that she doesn't need any of this. She gave them the money because they asked for it and explained it in a very long presentation. It was a moment full of charisma and fun. James also thought it was a good idea, so he raised his daughter's allowance.
A daughter who seems to have a shark mentality.
Fred and George have put their resources to good use. The number of items they've prepared so far is enormous. More than they've breathed in. It explains why they've been "quiet" lately. McGonagall appreciates it and prefers to pretend there won't be chaos when they both spring into action again.
Their products sell primarily to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. They haven't made it into Ravenclaw yet and they doubt Slytherin will be interested. It's a shame, considering there's more money.
"How did they manage to shrink the puffskins even more?" Ginny asks, curious about how tiny they are. Put in a fishbowl so they can't escape.
"Nagini helped us with that. She can write and she told us a way to curse things to make them shrink and stay that way." Ginny slowly backs away. In hindsight, she doesn't want to know.
"Tom's snake. Does it write?" Hermione repeats, surprised.
"She helped us when we had the bathroom incident. Nagini can do anything," Harriet says nonchalantly. Hermione crosses her arms.
"Snakes don't understand or obey humans. Much less write. That's not normal," Hermione criticizes.
"She's special. That's all, Mione," Harriet belittles. "I'll tell you how it goes!" she exclaims to the twins, who are giving off a thumbs-up. Only Ginny and the twins remain in the abandoned bathroom, refurbished as if it were a branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The redhead girl squints at something very peculiar.
"What are those?" Ginny points to the bottles emitting pink steam. George plays with one of them and shows it to her.
"Amortentia, or liquid love, the new version," the redhead announces and Ginny takes the bottle. "We thought about putting them in chocolates, but with all the trouble, everyone forgot about Valentine's Day," he grumbles frustratedly.
"Yeah, a Lost business... Although we can still do it,” Fred suggests and George smiles. Ginny turns it over in her fingers.
Love potion.
The one that makes people fall in love.
"Is it real?"
"It's just very watered down, more so than the draft we show the last time," Fred clarifies. "That way the effect isn't permanent. That would be terrible. Not even we would do that." He laughs.
"I mean, it would last for a while... What? A day? Two days?" Ginny doesn't even look at them. Attentive and interested in the potion.
"Fred was in love with Hannah Abbot for three days. It shouldn't last much longer." His twin gives him a dirty look and George leans on Ginny's shoulder. "Why so interested? A real boyfriend this time?"
Ginny rolls her eyes and Fred wants to think so. The last thing they saw was his sister nearly drooling with every breath Harriet takes. She looks overcome. At least that's what it seems to them, not taking into account that they've been very busy and haven't been able to see the interaction unfold.
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"What's wrong? Did something explode in the box?"
Harriet lost her smile as she read the letter with instructions and names for each item. She searches a bit and finds the final version of the bottle of Amortentia.
She purses her lips and gets up from her seat. She goes to the Gryffindor bathroom and pours the contents down the drain. When she returns, her two friends look confused and curious about her behavior. Harriet takes Hermione's arm. "It's a girl secret and you didn't know anything about it because you were an idiot all last year."
"But..."
Ron drops his arms and lies back, frustrated. That's so unfair. Once in the girls' dormitory, Harriet closes the door tightly and sits next to Hermione on the bed. At one point, Harriet asked Tom if he'd mind if Hermione knew the whole problem and he was very emphatic that only Hermione could know.
After all, she's the only one who knows how to keep her mouth shut and won't reveal the intimacies that had him so worked up.
"If for some reason you end up with that bottle of Amortentia in your hand, please don't let Tom see it," Hermione raises an eyebrow. "Don't talk about it too much either... It makes him very uncomfortable."
"Why?"
"Remember the letter that arrived at Christmas?" Hermione nods. "His paternal biological family sent it. They want him as their heir. They've been wealthy and noble for many generations" so far, Hermione just thinks Tom is lucky that both of his family lines are just the way he likes them "but his dad hates him. Loathes him. He told him he wants him dead."
"Ow... What does Amortentia have to do with it?"
"Tom's mum gave Amortentia to Tom's dad. She kept him kidnapped for about two years," she says quietly and Hermione is shocked by every word. "He hates him because he has 'the same eyes.'" Harriet remains tense and anxious. "Tom had... A small hysterical fit over the news. The possibility of love potions around him would upset him."
"You should tell him the twins are selling it. That way he'll be warned, at least."
Harriet nods and Hermione exhales.
"Knowing something like that... It must be horrible."
"Yes. I don't know who's worse. Tom or his dad, Thom-as." Hermione puts a hand to her head. "They even have the same name. They're the same. I mixed them up in a shop at Christmas."
"Now I wish I could see him," Hermione admits and Harriet laughs.
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"Amortentia?" "Yes. I threw it away, but it's bound to be one of their brands. You should watch yourself. With so many fanatics in your nest," Harriet jokes.
Tom looks even more irritated than he thought. It doesn't surprise her. Harrier sits down next to him and takes his hand, leaning a little closer to his face. "Nothing bad is going to happen. You wouldn't fall for something like that... Nagini wouldn't let it happen. You don't accept gifts from anyone either... you'll be fine."
"I don't have magical immunity, sweetheart."
"No, but Nagini wouldn't let you eat anything with that potion mixed in," Harriet emphasizes confidently. "You don't accept gifts from anyone. Much less candy."
She knows it's much more complicated. Tom doesn't want to know about that potion or have it within a radius of more than six counties. It's still unclear what he feels, perhaps resentment that, due to its use, he's incapable of feeling. It makes him perceive himself as defective in some way.
"Is everything okay?"
"Nagini will kill anyone who tries to give me that."
Harriet gives a small laugh and Tom wanders into his thoughts. The love potion made Thomas Riddle impregnate Merope Gaunt; the description isn't love itself, it's obsession. The very idea of imagining whoever gives the potion to someone in such a state is... disgusting. Even if it were Harriet, it's losing the autonomy of his body.
Being locked in his own head terrifies him.
So does being in that state and someone touching him. Harriet gives his hand a loving squeeze. "Don't worry. They won't do anything wrong. Everything's fine."
Tom snorts.
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Harriet received chocolates last night. She doesn't want to share them, so she put them away until it got late enough. Normally, Harriet would share, it isn't something out of the ordinary for her However, with only five of them, she doesn't want everyone in the dorm to start being a nuisance.
Not to mention that, even though it's a gift, it's a bit ugly in her opinion. Harriet doesn't know why Ginny gave it to her; she just accepted it and expressed gratitude.
After midnight, in the common room, she eats all four chocolates, planning to give Hermione the last one. They're delicious. Harriet assumes it's some experimental product the twins were making and they didn't have time to give it to her.
Harriet hiccups and covers her mouth. There's a strange feeling. Strange thoughts also run through her head. She can't stop thinking about Ginny Weasley, as if she's the only thing that exists in this world. Where is she? She wants to see her. She needs to see her. Harriet blows air into his hand and lets out a distressed moan. Why isn't Ginny here?
The redhead peeks cautiously. First, she checks that no one else is around, then checks that Harriet has eaten the chocolates. She fixes her hair and clothes a bit and dabs her lips to spread the glitter evenly.
As soon as she enters her field of vision, Harriet moves like a bullet toward Ginny. She cups her face and kisses her immediately. Ginny blinks repeatedly, surprised that it's so automatic, but not disdainful in the least. She can barely breathe and her magic sparks uncontrollably, attacked and surrounded by Harriet's pure light.
The kiss is intense and knocks her off her feet. Harriet sits on top of her, moving her hips, about to slide her hands inside Ginny's clothes to move on to something much more intense.
A bad idea, a terrible idea, but Ginny doesn't want it to stop or end. She reaches for her breasts and Harriet moans, barely distancing herself and pressing her lower body even further.
"You're too dressed up," Harriet complains. Ginny massages her soft breasts, only letting go to remove the sweater she's wearing.
A gasp and a small thud bring silence to the common room. Harriet moans, the snake suffocating her. Nagini bares her fangs and grows as large as she can, coiling around Harriet. Ginny shivered. What's the snake doing here? Harriet is knocked unconscious by the pressure and Nagini almost bites Ginny. The redhead runs away.
" Two minutes unsupervised and this happens?!" Nagini demands, trying to understand what happened.
Harriet wouldn't do something like that. Especially not with Ginny Weasley. Harriet never pays attention to her. Nagini notices a strange, almost unpleasant smell that isn't normal for her. She investigates the common room a bit, leaving Harriet lying on the floor.
She reaches the box with the remaining chocolate and the smell grows stronger. Just like the one Harriet was holding when she went to tell Tom about Amortentia.
" That makes more sense... Let's go to sleep ."
Nagini does her best to move Harriet into the bedroom, lift her onto the bed and tuck her in. It's the most complicated thing she's done in a long time. It was worth it when she snuggled up.
Harriet woke up a couple of hours later. First a headache, then a feeling of suffocation that made it hard to breathe for a while, the feeling that she'd had the strangest dream in the world: kissing Ginny and finally assuming it was Nagini's fault for squeezing her while she slept.
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"A nightmare?"
"No, just a stomach ache."
Ginny peeks occasionally, somewhere between shy and scared. Harriet doesn't seem to remember anything and she's also in perfect condition (aside from the heartburn). On the one hand, she'd like to tell her brothers about how it all went down, but they'd know it was Harriet's and would question her about it.
She doesn't think Harriet would be thrilled that she did something like this. Not yet, at least. Maybe there's a chance this will all work out. It's about trying harder and Luna can help her achieve that. She always has good ideas.
"I think... I'm going to throw up-"
"NOOO."
Ron runs off with Harriet, who's about to throw up. Ginny snorts and hunches over; it seems the potion doesn't get along with Harriet... or that she mixed it with bitter chocolates.
She'll look into it later.