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Occlumency For Dummies

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Chapter 4
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Harry entered the dimly lit room without a sound, his feet dampened by the use of a silencing spell he picked up years ago. He surveyed the room quickly, noting that his target was the only sole occupant. Said target faced away from him, head bent over a chart of some sort and their wand tracing the air above it. They were muttering something but Harry could not discern what exactly.
Sticking to the shadows, Harry approached. Like a silent predator stalking its prey he crept forward with deadly intent. His target was still none the wiser, even as he now stood not two meters behind them.
With a flash his wand struck out and a piercing scream filled the air.
"HARRY POTTER WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!"
Harry simply cackled at the sight before him. Daphne Greengrass now stood with her hands and feet bound and her body tied tightly with a large red bow. The woman herself was red faced with irritation and embarrassment as the bow itself was transfigured from her clothes, leaving her now bare-naked for all to see.
"I don't see what's so funny Potter!" She screeched, "That was my favorite bra!"
The green eyes man smirked at her indignation. "Don't worry love, you'll get it back later. Though I must say this new one looks so much better on you!"
Without waiting for the girl to respond Harry swooped her up bridal style and carried her out of the study they were in. She slapped her hands across his chest a few times, though without any fire behind them, before she finally gave up and fell limp into his chest.
"When Hermione said she wanted me naked on her bed for her birthday you know she was joking right?"
"Are you honestly complaining? If I remember correctly, you're the one who mentioned the bow."
The blonde blushed crimson at the memory. That would be the last time she drank sherry with her to lovers on an empty stomach.
Harry waved his fingers as best he could at the set of double doors they were approaching. With a click the dark oaken fixtures swung open revealing a large king sized bed in the middle of a warmly decorated bedroom. Upon the bed, a small figure lay contained in a cocoon of blankets. The only evidence that she was even there was the large pile of long curls peaking out from under the duvet.
Daphne went to warn the man carrying him to be silent as their partner seemed to still be asleep. Yet before she could, she found herself flying through the air briefly before landing on the soft mattress. If the squeak she let out didn't awaken the sleeping bookworm then the bouncing of the bed certainly did.
With a flash, Hermione's body rose up, her arm reaching for her wand. It took her a few seconds but soon she was able to properly take in the sight of a widely grinning Harry Potter, and a very naked Daphne Greengrass in front of her.
"Happy Birthday?" Daphne mumbled out as the brunette observed her.
Hermione rolled her eyes slightly, before crawling towards the bound girl. The brunette dipped her head down, placing a chaste kiss upon the blonde's soft lips.
"Thank you dear." Sitting up Hermione leveled Harry with an amused look.
"You know I was just joking about this being my present right?"
"Don't, I've already made that argument with him and he didn't seem to care all that much." Daphne muttered.
Harry just shrugged, his attention was soon turned back to the nude witch as she squirmed a bit under his partner. Looking down, Harry drunk in the sight of her. Blonde hair cascaded down her chest framing it like a golden halo. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of the ribbon, her nipples visible as they poked through the lacy material. Trailing his eyes downward, he took in the image of Daphne's flat stomach as it gave way to the swell of her large hips. Her pussy was hidden under the ribbon, yet he could still picture it. Pale pink and hairless. Surely moistening at that very moment as she anticipated the activities to come.
The girl didn't have to wait long as Hermione, hearing all of the depraved thoughts running through his head, soon grew turned on as well. Bending down once more, she captured the lips of the blonde once more.
Instead of chaste this kiss was frantic and needy. Daphne moaned against the bookworm's lips, her thighs rubbing together as best they could while tied up and her hands struggling to free themselves so they could wound their way through Hermione's hair.
Harry watched on transfixed as he always did when he witnessed the two of them kiss. He could feel himself harden in his trousers yet made no move to act on it yet. He simply wanted to enjoy the sight of the two beauties passionate kiss.
It was only when Hermione's hand snaked down and dived under the thin material to cup the blonde's mound did they stop. Daphne's head snapped pack in a moan as Hermione's thin fingers teased her outer lips. Hermione herself gazed at Harry, a sultry smile splayed upon her lips.
"Come on love. Come help me unwrap my birthday present."
Harry was upon the bed in a flash, the girls giggled at his excitement. Hermione reached up and tugged on the hem of his shirt. Harry acquiesced her request, allowing the thin garment to be pulled off of him. The brunette eyed his bare chest and toned abdomen, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips at the sight. She leaned forward, hand grasping at his chest as she met his lips in a similar fashion to her kiss with Daphne.
Their lips danced, tongues swirling and melding together. Their minds connecting to that familiar place of sweat bliss within the other's head. Even with such a simple act, they still fell head over heels into each other's being. Simply wishing to be lost in it forever.
"Ahem, forgetting somebody?" The annoyed voice of their third partner spoke up.
Gracefully they ended their kiss, Hermione the first to look down at the prone blonde between them.
"Of course not my love." She said tenderly, hand rubbing the outside of Daphne's cheek. "We could never forget about such a gorgeous present now could we?"
The girl leaned into the touch yet suddenly let out a gasp. Looking down she caught sight of a familiar mess of black tresses between her legs. Somehow Harry had managed to move downward and swiftly free her legs before diving between them. The man now feasted upon her womanhood, tongue swirling and lapping at her sensitive clit. The sensations were exquisite and Daphne couldn't stop herself from throwing her head back with a moan.
"Mmm does that feel good my love? To have him worship your folds and give your sweet cunt all the attention it deserves?" Hermione moaned into her ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. The blonde could do nothing but whimper. Dear god did she love when the bookworm talked naughty.
Suddenly a pair of pale creamy thighs were thrown over her as her hands were freed with a flick of a wand. Her gaze latched onto the sight of Hermione's dripping wet snatch right above her head.
"As much as I love to watch you moan at our boyfriend's oral skills, it is still my birthday and I intend to enjoy myself as well."
Harry watched on, mouth full of Daphne's quivering cunt as Hermione slowly lowered her own pussy down onto the blonde's mouth. Daphne latched on almost greedily, tongue lapping frantically at the birthday girl's folds. His already hardened cock was straining dangerously at the sight. Wanting to press on before the truly heavenly sight caused him further excitement Harry decided to up his game.
Without warning, he sunk a digit into the Slytherin girl's sweltering depths. Her walls clenched almost instantly around the invading finger and he heard a muffled groan emanate from the girls occupied lips. Slowly he began to pump the digit in and out, moving it almost in a come hither motion. He could feel his finger swiping across the familiar rough patch of nerves within the blonde's walls and if her increased moans and jerking hips were any indication, he wasn't far from obtaining his goal.
With a scream into Hermione's own mound, the girl came. Her hips flung upwards wildly as she unconsciously ground herself upon the green eyed wizard's face. Her hands flung out to grasp tightly around Hermione's thighs. Daphne's mind went blank as her climax ripped through her. Her only instinct was to dive further into the cunt above her with a passion. Hermione definitely enjoyed her ministrations, as soon the brunette too was convulsing from a mind-numbing pleasure that climbed up her spine.
Both girls paused for a few moments, giving themselves time to come down from their climaxes. Hermione pulled herself off of the buxom witch below her. She flopped down on her back, panting for breath. Yet she would get little reprieve.
Harry chose this moment to settle between her legs, hand coming up to tease her orgasm soaked lips. Hermione groaned at the sensation, still slightly too sensitive for the light touches. Instead she reached downwards and wrapped her fingers around the hardened cock that was simply begging for entrance. With a few pumps, she pulled him forward and raked the tip along her outer lips until it was nestled at her entrance.
Without needing a word, Harry plunged in stretching the girls walls once more with his girth.
Hermione's hands flung out to wrap around Harry's shoulders. Nails raked into the skin of his back as he began to pump in and out of her tight pussy.
"F-faster." the girl moaned into his ear.
Harry complied, ramming his hips faster and harder into the brunette's wet tunnel. The room filled with the sound of their hips smacking against each other as Harry pounded her relentlessly. Hermione's face contorted into one of pure pleasure as her cries began to peak. Daphne was by her side in an instant, seemingly recovered from her own post organismic bliss. The blondes mouth worked on the side of Hermione's neck while her hand made to roughly grasp the girls jiggling breast.
"Fuck I love watching you get pounded by our man's fat cock. Just seeing it stretch you open as your greedy cunt takes it all it my own personal heaven. Do you love it? Do you love feeling that big cock stretching your poor little pussy wide? Do you love when it turns you into a moaning little slut?" Daphne purred into her ear. Her hand slithered down to the bookworms folds, rubbing small circles into the girls clit as Harry continued to piston in and out of Hermione's wet pussy.
It was all too much for the girl and in an instant her climax ripped through her. "YES OH FUCK YES I DOOOOOOO!"
The brunette's hips jerked and spasmed violently once more as she came around Harry's hammering cock. A splash of juices coated his groin, the girls moan turning to whimpers. He kept up his pace even as her spasming walls clamped onto his member, trying to draw it in as deep as possible. Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head, this orgasm proving to be her downfall.
Harry slowed his thrusts before eventually pulling out of her tight depths. His cock strained with his own needed release yet Hermione seemed out for the count. A snort brought his attention to the blonde at her side.
"Fuck, only two orgasms in and we already fucked her brains."
He let out a light laugh at the girls joke. Crawling forward to the girls side, Harry brought his own hand upon her pussy, teasing the inner lips slightly. Daphne shivered at the contact, eyes filled with lust peering into his own.
"And by my count you're only at one, we can't have that now can we?"
In a flash Daphne was upon him. Her legs thrown over his waist as she positioned his cock with her hand. With no hesitation the girls speared herself upon his hard cock, a long throaty moan leaving her lips. She waited for nothing as she started to bounce upon the hardened length with a frenzy. Her large tits bounced wildly from her movements and Harry couldn't help but to raise his arms and take the flashy globes within his grasp.
By his side Hermione groaned at their movements, the brunette seeming to come back to life and move to cuddle into Harry's side. Harry glanced at her as she watched Daphne slam her down upon his girth, moaning wantonly while Harry groped and kneaded her tits.
Harry could feel his own peak coming as the girl fucked herself upon his cock. Yet strangely the sound of Daphne's moans petered off even while her mouth stood agape. Hermione's own breaths became ragged and he looked down at the girl to see her own face screwed up with pleasure.
She too peered at him, and through her gasps she spoke.
"Should I be jealous that you're dreaming of another woman while we're having sex?"
Suddenly the world around Harry faded away to reveal the familiar sight of the Room of Requirement. No longer was it Daphne atop of him, but Hermione. Her hips rocking back and forth as she ground herself upon his length. Too surprised to stop himself Harry couldn't hold off his sudden release. He grasped Hermione's hips tightly as he came deep into her depths. After a moment his climax finished, the girls pussy soaked with his seed. he limply fell back onto the bed as Hermione lay atop him, nuzzled on his chest.
"I was dreaming?" He rasped out.
Hermione hummed in confirmation. "Quite the dream too. I was asleep for the first part, yet I could still see it. It was only when you started to rub yourself into my ass did I wake up."
"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry you had to see that-"
Hermione hushed him with a kiss.
"It's okay love. I don't expect you to control your dreams. If I didn't shout at you for the one you had about Alicia, Katie, and Angelina in the quidditch showers last week why would I admonish you now?"
Harry nodded, a wave of relief flooding through his chest. He was a little embarrassed at the fact she was privy to all his wet dreams but it wasn't the end of the world. Hermione just smiled, kissing him again before laying back down.
'Plus I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in fucking Daphne with you...' the girls thought slipped into his mind.
Harry's heart nearly stopped at the admission.
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The days passed on quickly enough. With Wednesday morning echoing their soon to be meeting with the blonde Slytherin. Daphne had barely acknowledged them at all since their rendezvous by the lake but Harry did catch the girl peering briefly at them from across the great hall during mealtimes. His own thoughts would betray him when they centered around the girl. His mind harking back to the vivid dream he experienced.
Hermione would always tease him when this happened but he knew just how aroused it would make the bookworm as well. Neither would admit to the memory leading to a few instances of broom cupboard sex. Though something interesting did happen during one instance when Harry was fucking Hermione from behind in one of the secret passages. His mind betrayed him and started to imagine Daphne's own large bum rippling with the power of his thrusts. He felt Hermione focus on that thought in an instant yet instead of anger like he expected, the girl just screamed out as she came hard around him.
Needless to say, Daphne Greengrass became a focus for the both of them. And it was her who was on their mind as they ascended the 7th floor staircase and towards the Room.
Daphne was waiting for them there already. Standing patiently in front of the dancing troll tapestry.
She turned her head at the sound of their approach, her gaze eyeing their entwined hands for barely a moment before meeting their faces. Harry swore he saw a light dusting of a blush upon her cheeks but it was gone before he could even be certain. Her infamous 'Ice Queen' mask slipping once more into place.
"You're late." She intoned, her voice slightly clipped.
"I don't remember us ever telling you a specific time. Hermione told you after dinner and it's after dinner so how could we be late?" Harry questioned, a teasing lilt to his own voice.
Hermione chastised him in his head at his comment but he brushed it off. The blonde just rolled her eyes at his question, instead turning towards Hermione. Hermione blushed at the girls attention. Harry could sense her mind imagining the Slytherin naked in front of them. A slight smirk splayed on his lips but the elbow into his ribs from the bookish girl wiped it from is face.
"Let's just head inside shall we?"
The Slytherin just raised her eyebrow at Hermione's comment.
"Inside where? There's nothing else on this floor except the astronomy tower and your common room. Seeing as I absolutely refuse to march right into the lions den and I doubt any of us want to freeze our tits off in the tower, I'm not seeing a whole lot of options."
Harry laughed and walked forward. "Well then it seems like you don't know as much as you thought." Harry teased.
He paced along the blank stretch of wall opposite the tapestry until finally the room he desired was called forth. Daphne's eyes widened in shock, a look that soon turned to mouth gaping awe as they entered the room to find a cozy common room not too dissimilar to the Slytherin one he remembered. Hermione's idea not his. She claimed it would make the girl more comfortable and calm her.
Harry couldn't fight off the slight smile of mirth he felt growing as he watched her reaction. It wasn't often many got to surprise the Ice Queen of Slytherin yet they were basically handed the opportunity on a silver platter. Hermione merely huffed along their connection but he could feel the slight amusement emanating off her as well.
Daphne walked around the room, eyes alight in curiosity as she took in the wonder of magic in front of her.
"How long- When did this- What is this?" She stammered out, her gaze trailing along the familiar environment.
Hermione chose this moment to speak up, always ready to share knowledge.
"The elves call it the Come and Go Room but we know it as the Room of Requirement. It conjures up an exact replica of any room we desire along with various items. No food though, and the items it can conjure seem to be limited to a degree but I am not quite sure on that. We've only had a week or so to truly test it out."
"And just when have either of you visited the Slytherin common room before?" The stunned blonde inquired, leveling the couple with a questioning gaze.
Harry just smirked widely at her. "We can't just reveal all our secrets to you Greengrass. Though I must say I'm quite jealous of your house's view of the lake."
The girl narrowed her eyes at his comment but let it go quickly. Choosing a chair opposite a couch, the girl sat and motioned for them to do the same. After they did so she leveled them with a thoughtful look before seemingly deciding on something as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Let's start with what you know of Occlumency so far. Granger you said you found a book on the subject? What were you able to glean from it."
The bookworm thought for a moment as she recalled the words of the text. Harry could practically recite them by heart at this point with the amount of time the girl dwelled on it.
"The author wasn't very clear on his instructions as I said before." Hermione began, "He mentions finding your neutrality, to clear your mind of everything but we've found that much easier said than done. Especially for us..." the girl trailed off.
Daphne looked as if she was about to question Hermione's small slip yet Harry butted in before she could.
"The bloke seems to just assume that we'd be able to get that part down easy enough because he just goes on to explain the uses of Occlumency in detail."
The blonde witch seemed to accept this excuse as she mulled over their words for a moment.
"I believe I know where you're going wrong then." She began. "You've mistaken the authors words. You two are focusing on the clearing your mind part yet that is not what he means at all. It is nearly impossible for anyone to truly clear their mind of anything." With this she stood, wand in hand.
"You see when the text says to 'find your neutrality' it does not mean to simple find some sort of inner calm or zen or what have you. It means to find a neutral place within your mind. An image, an emotion, anything really, that you know intently. You must encompass yourself with it, overlay it across all your other thoughts" With this she conjured a gray sheet of paper and a small red ball. She wrapped the paper around the sphere until nothing left of it could be seen. 
"Nothing spectacular or extremely meaningful as that can potentially lead intruders into your mind along a thread to other memories or secrets. It needs to be completely neutral. For instance mine is the image of my favorite tree to sit under and read at my family estate. It is something important to me that I know well, yet isn't directly tied to any of my important thoughts or memories."
Hermione mulled over her words yet Harry could already feel the questions forming in her mind.
"But how does this help with protecting your mind then? I understand misdirection with a useless thought but how we supposed to repel any attacks?" The bushy haired witch inquired.
The Slytherin just smiled. "How about a demonstration? Find your image and once you feel as if it's fully encompassed you I'll try to attack your mind. I promise nothing intense and I won't try to go digging around. You'll just need to try and push whenever you think you've detected me."
Hermione looked to him, questioning what he thought about her proposal. Harry just mentally shrugged, not seeing what they really had to lose. Though he promised to watch the blonde witch closely as she performed the demonstration. Hermione nodded once and the two girls began.
It took some time for Hermione to find her neutrality, and when she did Harry almost couldn't help chuckling. Of course her neutral image would be the feeling of fresh parchment.
Hermione worked her way towards enclosing herself within her image. Daphne coached her through it, her chair pulled close in front of the bookworm. Harry was shocked when she finally succeeded as suddenly without warning, the constant stream of thoughts and emotions he grew accustomed to feeling from the girl stopped at once. It left a strange buzzing noise inside the boys head that disorientated him greatly. His hand came up to grasp his forehead, trying to ground himself from the overwhelming emptiness he suddenly felt.
"I suspected that would feel a little weird for you." Daphne's voice echoed into his ears. He glanced up wearily at the girl, her gaze upon him in intrigue. Hermione sat adjacent to her, eyes closed and a look of concentration on her face.
"W-what did you d-do to her?" Harry gasped out, head still spinning. He had to lurch forward a bit in order to fight down the sudden nausea. 
"I didn't do anything. She's simply done what was instructed. Wrapping your mind with an image like that is hard to control the first few times. I suspect she made the same mistake I did my first time and wrapped it too tightly. I highly doubt she can even hear or would even be able to see at all if she opened her eyes."
Slowly but surely his mind adjusted to the empty chasm. The buzzing silence still remained but he was able to fight down the disorientation. Sitting up once more he glanced back up to the blonde. She was no longer watching him. Instead she was staring into Hermione's now open eyes intently.
The two girls stayed that way for about half a minute until suddenly with a soft gasp Daphne lurched back slightly with her head rubbing the bridge of her nose. Hermione doing the same half a moment later.
"Bloody hell Granger, when I said push I didn't mean with the strength of a Hippogriff. Ow!"
Hermione wasn't listening to her though. When she dropped her image, their connection returned full force. Their presence filled one another once more, emotions running high as they both reveled in the sorely missed sensation no matter how short their mental separation was. When it happened she had flung herself forward into Harry's arms. Their thoughts were incoherent, but no words needed to be traded. Just the sound of each other's voices inside their minds was extremely comforting.
Daphne watched on transfixed as the two clung to each other desperately. Their embrace soon lead to a joining of lips. Their mouths seemingly hungry for one another. She had never seen something as passionate as the sight before her now. She felt ashamed in a way to be privy to what felt like a very private moment.
Finally the two broke apart as the need for air had become too important to ignore.
"Well if you two are quite done then. May we continue?" The blonde asked with her eyes averted and a  blush hanging from her cheeks.
Both teens nodded sheepishly, turning their attention back to her. Yet before they could continue Harry's mind finally caught up to him.
"Wait, you said you suspected I would feel weird when Hermione blocked her mind off. Why?" The messy haired wizard asked. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, "What do you know Daphne?"
Daphne at the very least had the decency to wince slightly before she made to answer. "Nothing concrete." the witch began, arms raised in a placating manner. "I only guessed a few things after watching you two the past couple of days. I'm guessing the two of you can hear each other mentally to some degree?"
At both teens panicked expressions the Slytherin simply nodded.
"As I thought. Everyone knows you two are close so a degree of non-verbal communication is expected, but after watching the two of you I knew there had to be something else going on. My grandmother was a magical researcher back in the day so I've learned of a few obscure mental magics that could link two people together. It wasn't too much of a leap to assume you both had performed something similar. I mean especially after the- ahem- other night, the both of you were just too in sync with your- uhm- activities." She finished with a blush.
"So because we're good at sex you assumed we just had to have performed some type of obscure magic?" Hermione questioned, her eyebrow rising in disbelief.
Daphne snorted. "Of course not Granger. No, it was only after you mentioned wanting to learn Occlumency that I really started to suspect something was up. Adding everything else on top of it and it was the only thing that made sense."
She saw their unease persist in their eyes and she sighed.
"Look you don't have to tell me what happened or why you did it. Not my business, but if we're going to. keep working together like this you need to at least tell me what spell it was. I can't help you avoid that separation you both felt if I don't know what I'm dealing with."
The two Gryffindors talked mentally back and forth between themselves. They both had some measure of mistrust with Daphne yet she had only told them the truth thus far, even if her methods of information gathering raised some concern. In the end they settled to let the issue go for the moment when Hermione raised the point that she had kept her word and did not venture forward to peer deeper into her mind.
With a nod from Harry, Hermione turned back to the girl. "Okay fine. But if one word of this gets out Greengrass..."
"Yes, yes you'll feed my soul to a dementor or what have you." She waved off.
Hermione nodded. "Good, what do you want to know?"