What the fuck are those girls thinking? Fulfill the recruitment by sleeping with me? Can't stop them from marrying me? Who is going to try and stop them when even the bloody parents want to hook us up? Standing in my bathroom without glasses, with a dirty boxer, most of all feeling like a fucking idiot, gathering my thoughts I called on Dobby.
"Dobby can you bring my glasses and clean clothes, and ask the girls to first have a shower, then after the shower come to the living room for a talk."
Dobby: "Yes Master Harry." and he pops away.
During the shower all kinds of possibility's are going through my head, most of how did I create those tendrils and how to control them. It was clear those tentacles were real, during my dream about Missy I gave a bloody hand job to six girls simultaneously! Calculating my reach, it should not go far, at most 10 to 20 feet. If they stayed in their own bed… no I can't shift blames to others. My tentacles did a throughout job on dream Missy. The others are collateral damage.
It was six a clock in the morning when I entered the living room, freshly showered and clothed six blushing girls sat on the couches. I sit down, thee and biscuits appeared on the table, after everybody was served and a thank you Dobby I said:
"First I have a few questions, What requirement has to fulfill, and who wants to stop you from marrying me?
Daphne: "To be sure nobody can stop or even hinder us from marrying you, there are certain actions that have to be done."
Tracey: "The ones trying to stop us will be the ministry for sure, Dumbledore's supporters, and probably death-eaters."
Susan: "The requirements are: you have to choose us, we have to accept and choose you too, finally we have to sleep together."
Hannah: "Now we can call on the ancient magics to bind us together."
Luna: "which nobody can unbind."
Hermione: "I tried to tell sleeping together means something else but we decided to try anyway."
"You all realize sleeping together means having sex right? The things husband and wife do? We are bloody 13 years old for fucks sake!"
Hermione: "Language Harry!"
"Hermione... It is English. A husband fucks his wife, the wife likes to be fucked, and for your scheme to work we have to actually fuck each other."
Daphne: "That is not exactly true My Lord. The requirement is to have sex, not necessarily intercourse or fuck as you like to call it."
Tracey: "We all six had sex in your bed, My Lord."
Susan: "We were stimulated by you and had an orgasm caused by you."
Luna: "You had one to Husband to be, the Heliopaths told me so."
The twins are bad with their twin speak, these girls are putting them to shame, it is like a tag-team.
"Where did you get that info from? This is not common knowledge I suppose?"
Hannah: "Yes it is darling, it is in Harry and the Happy Hippogriff, and the sequel Harry and the Sad Hippogriff."
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I'm Harry? Lets fix this mess by fvdv123
FanficBook '' 1 '' After freeing Dobby, Lucius killed Harry. And: Entry me, falling downstairs right in Harry Potter-verse. Self Insert and fixing it. With Harry's memories of abuse, he goes on a rampage. This is the first part of Let's fix the Multiverse...