Their return home had been silent and when Harry bid her goodnight she made no attempts at flirtation, no hint at joining him in bed or hinting he should sleep with her again. Instead, she nodded and gave her own farewell before slipping past her door and closing it softly behind her.
There was so much on her mind and really had been for some time. Everything happening at Hogwarts, the accusations towards her, and now Harry, as well as the attacks. Now there was another list to tack on, a list revolving around the boy in the next room.
The sex had been, obviously, incredible. Sure, he didn't have the stamina, finesse, or experience yet, but all that came with time. Instead, he had the most important qualities, by far.
Enthusiasm, excitement, and a willingness to learn. It was these same qualities that seemed to emerge during the evening.
Contrary to what either of her students might believe, she was fully aware of where Harry was and what he was doing at all times. She wasn't naive, after all, she knew why few young men attended those types of parties, knew all too well what sort of behavior occurred, especially once alcohol began to enter the bloodstream.
She had planned on intervening the moment the Malfoy heiress approached him, the second she realized the girl was unclad beneath her outer robes.
Yet, she didn't.
Why? That was the question of the evening. Why didn't she intercept the young girl? Why didn't she interrupt when she revealed herself to the wizard, why didn't she make an excuse to leave the unimportant conversation and separate them?
Why didn't she stop him from fingering Pandora's teenage cunt?
Obviously, she could make excuses all night. It wasn't her job to stop consensual acts, she wasn't allowed to stop him from having a relationship with someone who wasn't a risk to him or his family, he was a young man with a healthy libido, who was she to stop him from exploring his sexuality?
But none of these would answer the unspoken question which festered in the deepest parts of her mind.
Why did she enjoy watching him with another?
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Harry, for the first time since the summer, laid on a bed staring up at the ceiling in silent thought. What the hell had his life turned into? A week prior and he was worried about the events at Hogwarts, was focused on keeping his family and friends out of danger while collecting evidence of anyone else's guilt.
Then Christmas happened, well Christmas night technically. He had slept with both his alternate selves in less than a day, all three of them losing their virginities. That... had been difficult enough to justify but it came down to perspective. He wouldn't have blamed Ron for having sex, right? He wouldn't have judged Neville or even Draco Malfoy for sleeping with a girl, and no one else would have either, especially if it was consensual.
If anything, they would have been cheered on, except, maybe, by the girl's family. If things were as reversed as they seemed then both Amy and Harriet were excited to have sex.
At least that had been his justification.
As for Riddle, well that had been an entirely different train of thought. At the time it was a mixture of James Potter telling him it was alright, that it was normal to have such feelings and a strange desire that had been building up since the end of his first year.
Grace Riddle was beautiful after all, who would blame him for being attracted to her? During their short copulation something else crept into his mind, whispers about how taboo it was, how obscene, how dirty. An older woman taking advantage of him, using him for her own wicked desires.
So yes, Harry had discovered a few new things about himself, but none as shocking as during the party where he had masturbated Pandora Malfoy. What had he been thinking!? Disregarding his own concerns about her innocence surrounding the petrifications, which was disturbing enough, she was still a borderline stalker.
What if someone had been stalking Hermione, or Ginny from his previous world and they decided 'to hell with it, let's give him a handjob'?
Where did he go with all of this? Was he in a relationship with one, or more, of them now? He knew the thing with Riddle was more 'professional' than anything but what about his sisters? What about Malfoy? Were there expectations? Would he return to Hogwarts only to be labeled as a 'slut'?
He groaned before throwing his arm over his eyes. It was a mess, everything was a mess, and he wasn't sure what he was more concerned about, a monster stalking Hogwarts or how twisted his social, and sexual, life had become in such a short time.
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