Prologue
Harry Potter was in his sixth year at Hogwarts he had taken a job as assistant to the DADA Professor. And Dumbledore had given Harry a small house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade to stay in over the weekend when he was preparing a test or grading papers for the professor. However this weekend had a different sort of homework in mind. It involved his pretty date Ella Macmillan and couch in the living room. They had gone to a concert and now were on there way back to Harry's place. Nothing could possible ruin this evening. The walked slowly toward the house hand in hand. As the approached the house Harry saw something that made him first worried then angry. The shades were drawn, but the lights were on inside the house.
"Why of all nights did Ron have to bring his girlfriend here," thought Harry trying to figure out the politest way to give Ron the boot, "That's what I get for giving his own key!"
There was something else to Harry was sure that he could smell his favorite meal stew and flour biscuits.
Harry and Ella walked up to the door Harry unlock the door and opened it. Immediately his eyes bugged out his face turned pale and he slammed the door shut again.
"Harry," said Ella, "what is it?"
"She-I -it - um -five -that," stammered Harry
"Harry," said Ella, "Stop speaking in stammer and open the door it's freezing out here." Harry stood there petrified for sever seconds and finally Ella took the key and began to unlock the door saying
"You'll feel much better after a bath and a massage and a little TL--," Ella trailed of and stared in horror at the sight before her. Hermione Granger was in Harry's living room but not just one Hermione, five Hermiones and they seam to be doing everything including sharing Harry's wardrobe namely his shirts. She could see one in the kitchen cooking Harry's favorite foods like she was planning too, another was in a string bikini sunning herself with an artificial sun orb in the middle of the living room. One was ironing his clothes and number four was one the couch reading one of Harry's muggle mystery novels. And the fifth had nothing but a towel wrapped around her. She stopped to give a pale Harry and evil grin.
"Care to join me in the hot tub," she crooned she sauntered toward the hot tub that was in an enclosed patio that was through the glass doors behind the couch. Stepping in up to her ankles with her back to them she dropped her towel on the floor revealing there wasn't anything else on, she sat down and turned to face Harry with and even naughtier look on her face, "Clothing is optional."
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