Luck Potion No. 9 Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Of the three of them, Ginny woke first with a pained groan.  She found herself wrapped around a solid, muscular, warm body, her head on the chest, and her arm wrapped around both it and a softer, though equally warm, body.  She shifted one of her legs and winced at how sore her pussy and ass were.  As memories of the previous night flooded her, she raised her head slightly from Harry’s chest.

This roused Harry, who took in the sight of his face covered in a mix of blonde and red hair, and he winced himself as his morning-wood twitched.

“Gin?” he whispered.

“Morning,” she whispered back.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice still low.

“Sore, deliriously happy,” she shrugged and whispered, “mostly those two.”

“Snorkacks,” Luna said faintly.

Ginny raised an eyebrow at Harry.

“She talked in her sleep,” Harry answered, “it’s honestly adorable.”

Ginny smiled and ran her hand lightly over Luna’s back, where it still lay.

This woke her, and she yawned, looking at them both. “Harry, Ginevra, I’m not still dreaming, am I?”

“No, you’re not,” Ginny replied, “sorry I woke you.”

“Why be sorry when I have such a wonderful sight to wake up to?” Luna asked, her eyes shining at them.

Harry kissed her forehead at that comment, and she leaned into his touch.  He wrapped an arm around Ginny’s middle, pulling her tight, and the three cuddled together for a few minutes.

“How did you enjoy last night?” Luna asked.

“It was wonderful,” Ginny replied, “even the anal, though sitting down might be a challenge today.”

“We have potions, so you’ll be better by the time classes start today” Luna replied happily. “So Ginny, is this something you’d want to do again?”

Ginny stared at the blonde for a second, realizing that this was the first time she’d heard her express anything other than certainty where their prospective relationship was concerned.

“Definitely,” Ginny grinned.

“Fantastic!” Luna beamed. “I honestly can’t tell you how happy it makes me to wake up to the both of you.  Not to mention that having you here will mean fewer pain potions for me.  I adore sex, but twice a day in both holes wasn’t something I thought I could keep up for long.”

Harry looked suddenly stricken and, with a pained voice, asked, “I’ve been hurting you?”

Luna smiled at his concern and cupped his face in her hand. “My darling Harry, not in any way I didn’t want you to.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“You need to cum six times a day or you could end up hurt, and I didn’t want you trying to deny yourself for my sake,” Luna replied simply.

“You have to admit you’d have done that, even if it killed you,” Ginny added.

“Which it could have,” Luna finished. “Besides, it’s not like all the fun isn’t worth getting sore.”

“I’ll say,” Ginny muttered, blushing lightly at her memories of last night.

“What did I do to deserve all this?” Harry asked.

“You were you,” Luna replied, “now how about the three of us shower and I show Ginevra my new favorite breakfast treat?”

The three made it to breakfast a while later, with Ginny and Luna both wrapped around one of his arms.  Each girl had an unmistakable grin on her face and a belly full of his cum. They sat down together, Ginny slightly more gingerly than Luna, at the Gryffindor table, which had essentially become Luna’s table the last few days and waited the half a second it took for Ron to comment.

“Uh, Ginny,” he asked, confused, “why were you holding onto Harry’s arm like that?”

“I’m dating Harry,” Ginny replied, eliciting a pointed look from Hermione.

“Oh that’s...” Ron paused. “Wait, I thought you were dating Luna.”

“He is,” Ginny replied “so am I.  I’m dating them both.”

“Wha?” Ron asked eloquently,“How does that...oi!  I’m not letting you two-time my sister!  What the hell, Harry?”

“He isn’t two-timing me,” Ginny replied before Harry could. “Luna’s dating Harry; I’m dating Harry and Luna and I are dating too.”

“That’s not right,” Ron complained.

“Why not?” Luna asked.

“Cause a relationship is one bloke, one bird, unless they’re gay,” Ron said like it was the most obvious thing on Earth. “Three doesn’t even make sense, and since when are you into girls?”

“Not long,” Ginny replied. “Luna, Harry, and I are trying to see if we can make this work.  You will not interfere, got it?”

“Mate, you know I’d never hurt her,” Harry tried to reason.

“What do you think Mum will say when she hears about this?” Ron asked.

“I’ll worry about that when I get to it,” Ginny replied simply, “and you won’t say a word about it.”

“Someone’s gotta tell her you three have lost it,” Ron replied.

“Unless you want her and the other affected parties to find out about the trunk incident, it won’t be from you,” Ginny warned.

“You promised to never mention that again!” Ron exclaimed.

“I hope I can keep that promise,” Ginny replied.

Ron just grumbled, “Fine.  I’ve gotta go find Lavender; I’ll see you later.”

After he left, Hermione turned to them.

“So you three are trying a polyamorous relationship?”

“Yes,” Harry replied simply.

“I think it could work,” Ginny said simultaneously.

“It’s rare, but not unheard of,” Hermione replied. “You’ll need to make sure jealousy doesn’t get in the way, though.”

“I don’t see how I could ever be jealous of two people I’ve had equally,” Luna smiled.

“Keeping things equal will be key, I would imagine,” Hermione commented. “If this makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.  You especially Harry, after everything you’ve been through deserve so much.”

“Thank you, Hermione,” Harry beamed, leaning his head against Ginny’s as she rested it on his shoulder while tracing his fingers lightly over Luna’s scalp.

“Oi, seriously, already!” an annoyed voice came from behind them.

They all turned to see Dean Thomas standing behind them, his eyes clearly showing his anger.

“We haven’t been broken up fora week, and you’re already with him?” he spat. “Was I ever anything to you?”

“Muffilato,” Hermione cast silently, sensing that the conversation was about to get loud.

“You were something to me.  You were the boyfriend who never stopped seeing me as some delicate flower you had to take care of,” Ginny hissed, her voice venomous. “I’m free to do as I please, as are you.  Go find yourself a weak little damsel who’ll swoon because you deigned to be a gentleman and shag you crosseyed because you’re just such a nice guy.”

“Can you be shagged crosseyed?” Luna asked, “I don’t think it is, because surely Harry would have done it to one of us if so.”

“Sha...you’re fucking him!?” Dean exclaimed.

Before Ginny could stop her,Luna replied,“we both are; he’s quite extraordinary.”

“Luna!” Ginny seethed as Hermione’s eyes widened.

“What?  He asked.” Luna asked innocently, her eyes managing to hide almost all of her mirth.

Harry gave his first girlfriend a long-suffering look as Ginny faced Dean again.

“We dated for months, and you go fuck that tosser the first second you can?!” Dean shouted, “what happened to not being ready?  Or was I just not famous enough for you, you slag?!”

Before Ginny got the chance to hex him into the hospital wing, Harry was on his feet, his eyes glowing with power and fury, and in that moment Dean gulped, remembering that he was antagonizing the guy who killed the Dark Lord twice.

“Call her that again and you’ll be carried out of here,” Harry growled, his voice low, quiet, and menacing. “Leave, now!”

“Whatever,” Dean hissed, turning to leave.

Realizing turning her wand on him in front of most of the staff wasn’t a good idea, Ginny instead smirked and called after him.

“Oh, and Dean, next time you decide to brag about yourself to a girl, make sure it’s true.”

Dean shot them all a venomous, hurt look and stalked off in a rage.

Ginny took some satisfaction in getting to him as she breathed deeply to calm herself down.

“I can fight my own battles, Harry,” she said, her voice still angry.

“Never said you couldn’t,” Harry shrugged “doesn’t mean I won’t fight them with you.”

Despite herself, Ginny couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Oh, and Luna, please don’t just tell people we’re sleeping together unless we all agree to tell them,” Ginny groaned.

“Why?” Luna asked, “you’re not unhappy that you are right?”

“No,” Ginny replied, thinking for a second of a way to not offend her unusual girlfriend, “but, I dunno, the idea of it being a secret for a little bit is kind of hot.”

“I can see that,” Luna smiled.

“Fuck that guy,” Harry muttered, still calming himself.

“So glad I never did,” Ginny grumbled.

Hermione just rested her head in her hands, canceling the spell around them.

“Please tell me you three are being careful.”

“The potion,” Ginny and Luna said in unison.

“Thank goodness for that,” she breathed.

The four enjoyed a far more relaxed meal after that, pointedly ignoring all the people stealing glances on occasion in confusion over the silent fight they had witnessed.

two months later

Harry, Ginny, and Luna sat together at the Gryffindor table for breakfast as they had every day for the last month, one girl on either side of Harry.  The three of them were a picture of affection as they chatted with Hermione.

“Do you know where Ron is?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Harry replied, “I haven’t seen him all morning.”

“He was already up and showered when I got up,” Neville informed them.

“That’s unusual,” Harry said.

“He looked almost green when I saw him head up to bed last night,” Hermione added, “and he only ate half of what he normally does at dinner.”

“I noticed that too,” Ginny said. “I asked him what was wrong, but he just said he was fine.”

“He might be sick,” Luna suggested. “Oh, there he is now.”

Harry looked over where Luna was pointing and saw his best mate walking over, looking like he’d just been kicked in the nuts, and didn’t know if they were going to be alright.  Things had gotten tense between Harry and Ron a couple months back.  Ron had overheard Dean and Seamus discussing Ginny’s sex life just after he had found out about their relationship and went ballistic.  Harry still didn’t know what Ginny’s blackmail material on Ron was, but while it did stop him from informing their family about her relationship, it didn’t prevent Ron from refusing to speak to Harry.  That had lasted about a week, during which Ginny had repeatedly talked to him, but afterwards, he was perfectly accepting of them, if still somewhat weirded out by Luna’s involvement with them both.

“It’s all your fault,” Ron mumbled as he collapsed next to Hermione on the bench.

“What’s our fault?” Harry asked, concerned.

“Lavender’s pregnant,” Ron groaned.

“WHAT?!” Hermione and Ginny both shrieked.

“I can guarantee that'snot my doing,” Harry quipped before turning more serious. “Are you okay?”

“How can I be?” Ron asked, his head in his hands.

“How far along is she?” Luna asked.

“Bout seven weeks,” Ron replied.

“Seven…,” Ginny paused, “Ron, did you only get over my sleeping with Harry and Luna because you got laid?”

“No…,” Ron insisted, “not really; look, it wasn’t like that.  I talked to Lavender about it, and she pointed out that I was being ridiculous, that you’re only a year younger than me.  She then told me about some things I can’t repeat about her and a girl, and that led to one thing, which led to another, which led to another, which led to another...”

“Focus,” Hermione chided, finally regaining her voice from her shock.

Ron lost the goofy grin he had developed and continued

“This is a nightmare,” he moaned.

“You didn’t ask if she was on the potion?” Hermione asked.

“I didn’t think to,” Ron said in defense.“I’m doomed.”

“There are worse fates than being tied to a buxom blonde who’s apparently quite crazy about you,” Luna pointed out.

“You’re not wrong about that,” Ron conceded.

“It’s not like you’re the first Weasley to end up like this in school,” Ginny added.

“What do you mean?” Ron asked.

“Did you never notice that Bill’s birthday is five months after our parent’s anniversary?” Ginny asked, “or that they graduated a week before their wedding?”

“Still, I’m going to be a dad,” Ron said “I can’t believe this, what am I going to do?”

“You’re going to do right by her and the kid,” Ginny answered. “Face it, you’re getting married.”

“Getting married?” Hermione parroted,“what is this, the 1800s?”

“Do you really think Mum will give him a choice?” Ginny asked.

Ron went pale. “Oh Merlin, Mum.  Ginny, you can’t tell her.”

“No, you’re going to have to do that,” Ginny replied.

Harry turned to see the owls coming in at that moment and went pale.

“Mate, did Lavender tell her parents yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, she wrote her mum last night after we found out from Madam Pomfrey,” Ron replied. “Why?”

“Who do you think her mum complained to immediately after she found out?” Harry asked.

“I...” Ron stopped and looked where Harry was, seeing possibly the world’s dumbest owl carrying a distinctive red envelope right towards him.

“Oh no,” he moaned, looking back to see Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Hermione heading towards the door.

“Cowards!” he shouted.

“RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!” was the last thing they heard as they left.

“I feel bad leaving him,” Harry said.

“I don’t care for the Tinnitus,” Hermione said. “I do feel bad though.”

“This is absolutely a screw-up on Ron’s part, but it’s not like he won’t have a tonne of help,” Ginny said. “As for Mum, she’ll be furious, and then she’ll be ecstatic that she’s gonna be a grandmum, and then she’ll be furious again that her youngest son is giving her her first grandkid and then she’ll mellow out.”

“You really think so?” Hermione asked.

“Oh yeah, trust me,” Ginny commented. “It’s poor Bill who’ll take the brunt of her second bout of anger; she’s been on him to settle down and have kids for a while.”

“How are you doing?” Harry asked.

“I’m over him,” Hermione replied. “I think I was more interested in the idea of a relationship than him in particular.  We make good friends, but thinking about it, I can’t really see how we’d have worked as a couple.  As it stands, I happen to be going to Hogsmeade this weekend with Terry Boot.”

“Really?” Ginny asked, intrigued.

“When did this happen?” Harry asked.

“Well, with both you and Ron otherwise engaged lately,” Hermione explained, “I’ve been spending more time than normal in the library, and with he and I running into each other quite often there, we got to speaking more.  We’ve gotten to know each other rather well, and he asked me yesterday.”

“I’m glad,” Harry smiled. “Boot’s never seemed like a prat, so there’s that.”

“Yes, and if his big feet are as accurate an indication of other things as Harry’s are, you should be quite happy with him,” Luna said dreamily.

Hermione turned bright red and sputtered, while Harry and Ginny shared a grin and shook their heads.

“Did you notice Professor Dumbledore was missing?” Harry asked, changing the subject, “it’s not like him to miss breakfast.”

“He’s a busy man,” Hermione said, “though, come to think of it, Professor Slughorn was missing too.”

*****

“What is it that was so important that we couldn’t meet later, Albus?” Slughorn asked.

“Have a seat Horace,” Dumbledore replied, and once he had continued, “I wished to discuss the vial of Felix Felicis that you awarded Mr. Potter earlier this year.”

“Ah,” Slughorn said, “I was wondering when I’d hear from you about that.”

“You’ve heard about the circumstances surrounding Voldemort’s death then?” Dumbledore asked.

“Albus, let’s be honest with one another,” Slughorn began. “A significant part of the reason why you brought me out of retirement was because you wanted to know what I, as Tom’s favorite professor, might have known about his horcruxes.”

“You admit you gave him information on the subject, then?” Dumbledore asked.

Slughorn grimaced

“I’m not proud, of course.  I never in a million years thought he could be disgusting enough to go through with creating one of those things, nor mad enough to create more than one, but when he returned to life, I made subtle inquiries about the circumstances here and abroad in the time he spent between bodies and came to the conclusion that there was only one explanation for how that all happened.”

“What does that all have to do with the potion, though?” Dumbledore asked. “I’ve done research, and the circumstances of young Harry’s day with it in his system do not sound like any recorded reaction to the luck potion.  People around him that he didn’t care for experiencing misfortune, I know you kept your distance from him after you figured out that he had taken it,and then to top everything off, he ends up in a situation of a personal nature that just happens to kill Tom and all his followers...”

Dumbledore’s voice trailed off, and Slughorn grinned for a moment before recomposing himself.

“An intimate situation,you mean,” Slughorn amended. “Albus, one of the aurors who was with Fudge that day at the Department of Mysteries was an old member of my club.  Anthony Richards was his name.  Good student, I knew he’d go places, and I happened to speak to him over the summer.”

“Probe him for information you mean,” Dumbledore corrected, his voice showing no disapproval.

“Tom Riddle had returned; I needed to discover how,” Slughorn shrugged, “imagine my surprise to find out that Harry Potter was said to have thrown off a possession attempt by the Dark Lord himself.  I would have suspected that Lily’s son would be powerful. but to be so skilled in the mind arts at that age; incredible.  Imagine my surprise then when I got here and found out his mind is about as secure as Swiss cheese.”

“You probed a student’s mind?” Dumbledore demanded.

“Oh, like you haven’t,” Slughorn retorted. “It made no sense that someone with mental defenses that weak would be able to throw him off without help and then it hit me, Lily.  She must have done something that both resulted in Tom’s first death and the additional protection Harry enjoyed.  Except that this gave me a different problem.  The only theoretical magic I could think of which could have explained this would have kept the Dark Lord out all together, preventing him from doing more than simply attempting such a possession.  I thought I was stumped, until I remembered a very disturbing conversation I had with a student decades ago and the infamous scar on Harry’s head.”

“You figured out that Harry’s scar was a horcrux,” Dumbledore remarked, “impressive.  I had only theorized this could be possible.”

“Did you tell him?” Slughorn asked.

“No,” Dumbledore replied, “it was difficult enough telling a teenager he was fated to fight the maniac who had plagued him all his life to the death, let alone telling him there was a small chance he might be doomed.”

“Fated?” Slughorn asked.

“There was a prophesy,” Dumbledore explained. “There’s no sense keeping it secret now; its contents have come to pass.”

“What do you mean by a small chance?” Slughorn asked.

“My own research suggested that a killing curse from Tom himself might destroy the horcrux rather than kill Harry,” Dumbledore replied “and I failed to find another way to destroy it, so I was counting on that.  Given that their confrontation seemed inevitable, I thought it best to hope I was right rather than terrify him over something he had no choice in.”

“That might have worked,” Slughorn agreed. “I prefer my method, however.”

“So that potion was intended for him?” Dumbledore asked.

“After I found out both that Harry had a horcrux in his head and that he had gotten his hands on Severus’ old textbook, I formed a plan,” Slughorn explained. “When I first started hearing the rumors of Tom’s return, I brewed myself a variation of Felix Felicis, which I had developed about seven years ago with a research partner.  I wanted it as a sort of last defense in case he came after me and got too close.  Once I was safely at Hogwarts, I hardly needed it anymore and decided to use it for my plan.”

“So that wasn’t true Felix Felicis?” Dumbledore asked.

“It was a variation, as I said,” Slughorn replied. “My old research partner George and I were fascinated by the variable effects of the potion and sought to come up with a more predictable version.  We spent the better part of two years playing around with it before we decided it was impossible, but one result of our work was a fascinating version that had...shall we say, peculiar effects.”

“How peculiar?” Dumbledore asked.

“Most of the good fortune experienced by the drinkers was of a more amorous nature, let’s say,” Slughorn explained. “Beyond that, there were the other effects that you mentioned, with good luck coming to those the drinker liked and were physically close to, bad luck coming to those they disliked, and variable luck coming to those they didn’t think of one way or the other.  The most consistent and baffling effect, however, was for those drinkers who were in some sort of grave trouble.  Whether they knew of the trouble or not, they all experienced extraordinary good fortune in this regard.  George, for example, found out after taking it that he had contracted Dragon Pox.  The Healer said if he had been a day later in coming in, it would have become terminal.  I theorized from my research that a powerful enough burst of magic could destroy the horcrux in Harry and that this potion would almost certainly engineer the kind of circumstances that would bring that about.  I’ll admit that I never imagined that it would destroy the other horcruxes, let alone Tom himself, but I knew that nothing would be of greater luck for Harry than the removal of that thing.”

“So you knowingly arranged for a student to drug himself with an experimental potion in the vague hope it would help him!?” Dumbledore exclaimed.

“Hardly vague,” Slughorn said in his defense,“the results were more consistent than the normal potion, though not in the way we had originally intended.  In the end, the horcrux was destroyed without him dying in the process.”

“There were consequences,” Dumbledore complained.

“The deaths of the Death Eaters would have happened however Tom died and as for the other consequences, they were easier to remedy than young Harry’s death would have been,” Slughorn said. “If you want to have to find a replacement Potions Professor after just recently giving Remus the Defense job, you can have my position, but I would point out in my defense that I did technically end a war.”

Dumbledore just sighed.

“Besides, it’s not like this doesn’t compare to your own schemes,” Slughorn pressed. “I mean, really, hiding the Philosopher’s Stone behind a bunch of traps three first years could get past?  A little on the nose that you just wanted to test Harry, is it not?”

“How did you...Hagrid?” Dumbledore asked.

“Hagrid,” Slughorn confirmed.

“You can keep your job,” Dumbledore said, “but be aware that I will be keeping an eye on you going forward.”

“Trust me, I have no desire to meddle further in the lives of my students,” Slughorn replied. “I did this time solely in the interest of fixing a mistake I made a very long time ago, and it ended up being far more successful than I ever dreamed.”

“Say Horace,” Dumbledore said as the other man turned to leave, “did you ever name this odd potion?”

“George did,” Slughorn replied, “he was a half-blood and the name was apparently a muggle reference he never explained.”

“What was it?” Dumbledore asked.

“Luck Potion No. 9.”