Five to One(sequel to duplicate)

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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Chapter 1

The Trouble with Hormones

Harry stood there frozen looking at the scene for several seconds Hoping that this was a dream that he would wake up from. He turned to Ella.

“Heh, Heh,” he said nervously, “ I bet this looks funny.”

“Bet it doesn't,” she glared at him, “I was going to help you relax but with a house keep staff like this that have a practically wearing `Take Me' signs I guess you don't need anyone else!!”

“W-Wait,” stammered Harry, “ I Can explain.” But he was cut off by a stinging slap across the face. Then all you-know-what broke loose all at once Ella had five Hermiones dive-bomb her.” They lifted her up off the ground and threw her out the door to land head down in a snowdrift in the front yard. Then one of the Hermiones did a cute little quick flick of her hip and bumped the door shut. Then all five of the Hermiones lined up in front of Harry and one right after the other planted a kiss on his lips each one lingering a little longer than the lasted one. By the last one Harry was sure that his glasses had steamed over. He slowly backed away from them into the living room where he spotted a note on the coffee table. He picked it up and began to read.

Harry,

I accidentally made some more clones of myself, oops, well anyway I have to go and restock a special herb that I need to undo what I've done. I'll be back in a few days. Hope you don't mind me leaving the clones at your house.

Lots a Love

Mione

P.S. unlike the others these clones can talk but I still haven't been able to do anything about the hormonal rages, so uh you might want to keep your bedroom door locked at night.

Harry sank down on the couch with a groan,

“Back in a few days,” he said, “by then I'll be dead of pneumonia from all the cold showers.” By this time two of the clones were sitting on either side of him and snuggling in to the crooks of his neck.

“I-uh-I think I'll get something to eat,” he said nervously he stood up and walked to the table. One of the clones scurried into the kitchen and brought back a steaming bowl of thick hearty beef stew and a place with several warm biscuits on it. She sat it down on the table and Harry was about to start eating when the clone from the hot tub, who was now wearing a short white cotton tee that exposed he belly button and a pair of Harry's boxers, plopped down in his lap and began to feed him the stew one spoonful at a time. She would blow on each bite rather seductively before feeding it to him. The she broke of a piece of one of the fluffy white biscuit and stuck it very gently in his mouth, deliberately brushing his lips with the tips of her fingers. By now Harry was sure that his temperature was at least 236 degrees Fahrenheit, and that the temperature of the room was at least 500 degrees.

Just then Harry heard a key turning in the lock and the front door opening. The he heard Ron's voice,

“Harry, Mate,” he said, “ I was wondering if I could use the cottage tomorrow night fo--,” Ron trailed off as he entered the kitchen and saw Harry with a Hermione in his lap and four others standing there as well. He didn't realize that he hadn't stopped walking until he had walked into the pantry. There was a horrendous CRASH as the shelf that Ron had walked right into came crashing down.

“RON!!” Yelled Harry. Ron came walking out of the pantry looking sheepish.

“Harry,” he said, “Are you nuts, don't you remember what happened at the end of last year when you cloned Hermione the first time.

“No Ron I haven't,” said Harry, “I was the biggest wildest mess, not to mention a threat to my life as well as my virtue.” Ron snickered as he remember all the times that shamelessly hormonal clone had tried to have her wicked way with Harry.

“Besides,” said Harry, “These clones aren't my doing. There Hermione's.” he stood and walked into the living room. Walking in front of them was the Hermione in the dark green string bikini. Ron was watching her so intently that he walked right into the coffee table and fell head over heel onto the floor.

“Ron,” said Harry, “Can't you keep your brain out of your crotch for five minutes?”

“I don't know,” said Ron, “I never tried.” Harry picked up the note.

“Apparently Hermione had been working on a way to make that particular technique easier to do and control,” said Harry, “but apparently she just managed to clone herself again so she's gone to get more supplies which means I have to keep an eye on all of her clones for the next few days. Harry turned and looked at Ron expectantly.

“OH NO,” he said backing away, “I am not getting mixed up with any more of Hermione's hormonal clones.”

“Come on Ron,” said Harry, “it's only for a few days we've done it before.”

“Yeah,” said Ron, “an when Hermione found out she tried to shove your head through the castle floor!” Harry looked at Ron imploringly.

“Oh Alright!!” said Ron after several seconds, “I'll be here in the morning.” He walked toward the door. Then he turned around with a mischievous look on his face.

“Until then,” he said, “don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

“ I don't know that I'd want to do anything you would do.” Retorted Harry

After Ron left Harry sat down on the couch and tried to get some papers graded but that was before the hot tub clone, who he had started calling #1, stuck her tongue in his ear causing him to break his quill. Harry gave up on the papers for the time being and decided that he would go and take a shower. We walked into the bathroom, turned on the water and adjusted it to the temperature that he wanted. Then after checking himself in the mirror he dropped his robe and stepped into to the shower. He had just finished wetting himself down under the stream of warm water when he heard the bathroom door open. Rubbing the water out of his eyes he turned and through the curtain he could make out three shapely figures shedding what little they were wearing.

“OOOOOOOH BOY!”

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Chapter 2

Clones, Clothes, and More Hormones

Harry stood motionless like a soldier at attention. Not even daring to look anywhere but the wall as he heard the shower curtain rustle and open. Then he heard dainty footsteps in the film of water on the shower floor. Suddenly he was surround by naked clones. Before he could react one way or the other they began to wash him. One scrubbed his back with the washcloth the other two, used soap and their bare hands. They washed every inch of him. Harry didn't know how he got through it. But finally it was over. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel that one of them was holding out to him. Once he had Wrapped the towel around himself the three Hermiones turned around and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as they were gone Harry dropped the towel and walked back into the shower.

“Now for a cold shower,“ he muttered. After he got out of the shower he decided to go to bed. He walked into his bedroom, stripped to his boxers and slid under the covers. He was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.

Not long after midnight he awoke to the feeling of a weight on his chest. Puzzled he groggily forced his eye open. To his horror he found all the Hermiones in bed with him two were laying on either side of him in the king sized bed and #1 as he called her was laying on top of him with her head on his chest right below his chin. His slight stirring woke her and the other girls up. #1 reared her self up and stretched like a cat.

“You didn't come and get your good night kisses!” she said in a husky voice before Harry could react she gave him a long gentle kiss. Then when she was done he was grabbed and kissed by another duplicate then another and another and another until he had been good and kissed by all of them. Then they settled down and when back to sleep. The clone on top of Harry nuzzled him slightly as she dozed off again.

The next morning Harry was just getting out of his third consecutive cold shower when Ron arrived.

“What's the plan, Harry?” He said.

“Well,” replied Harry, as he sat down at the table only to have his Breakfast fed to him, “after I go to Gringotts and get some money we're taking these girls shopping.”

“Shopping,” said Ron, “Why?”

“Because it's going to be tough enough to keep my neck out of Rita Skeeter's noose without these clones parading around in my knickers all day.”

“Good point,” said Ron, “Wait said Ron I've got an idea.” He walked out to his car and returned with a blue dress.

“I was taking this to Ginny from Mum,” he said then quick as a wink Harry duplicated the dress and tailored it to fit the Hermiones.

“There,” he said, “Now were ready to go.” After a stop at the bank to withdraw a rather large some of money Harry changed it to muggle money and decided to take the girls to a mall in London. They immediately went into one store after another.

“Well,” said Ron as he and Harry sat on a bench waiting for the Hermiones to make up their minds, “And here I was afraid we were going to have to teach them how to shop.” Harry smiled

“I'm beginning to think that shopping is an instinct that girls are born with!”

Harry stretched, then stood up and took a stroll around the store. When he got back. He found Ron dozing on the bench, the money gone, and the five Hermiones nowhere to be seen.

“Ron!!” he snapped. Ron sat up so fast that he fell of the bench.

“What is it?” he said

“Where are the Girls and the money pouch I left you with?” Ron looked around

“They were here a minute ago!”

“Let's split up,” said Harry, you go left and I'll go right.” They ran out of the store and went in separate directions. Harry began looking in every store he passed.

“Only Ron could misplace a group of five identical girls,” he muttered he was just passing a Victoria's secrets shop when he heard a feminine voice call his name.

“Harry.” Harry turned and saw Ella hurrying toward him from the shop.

“Harry,” she said, “Wanted to apologize for the way I acted last night it was clear that you were as much in the dark about those clones of Miss Granger as anyone. I'm willing to give you a second chance, how about dinner and a little TLC at your place tonight?”

Before Harry could think of an excuse he heard a wolf whistle out of nowhere Harry looked up to see four of the five Hermiones standing there all wearing matching red lace and silk robes and matching one piece lace teddies. One of the men was walking by was so busy looking at the four Hermiones that he walked right into a ladder. On top of this ladder was a man painting the top of the wall. His paint can was knock of the top of the ladder where it landed on the head of another man covering his eyes. The man with the paint can stumbled around and bumped into another man who grabbed for something as he fell and ripped the back out of his girlfriends skirt. She screamed and fled into the bathroom.

To other men were passing by and one of them let out a low whistle.

“Wow five of them.” He said looking at Harry, “ I'd like to know what that guy thinks he's doing dating five sisters at the same time.”

“Humph,” replied the other guy, “I'd like to know how he does it!”

“ Dinner and a little TLC, sounds good,” said clone #1 as she emerged from Victoria's secret wearing black leather, carrying a riding crop, and looking like something out of an x-rated fantasy magazine “unfortunately you won't be there.” Before Harry could react the other four clones knocked Ella face down in the puddle of white paint there on the floor then one oven gave her a shove and she slid across the floor, off the edge of the elegant raised walkway and into the fountain.

“Come on girls,” said #1, “lets take Harry home and put him to bed!”

Just as the clones began to lead Harry away Ron appeared.

“Uh Ron, A little help here.” Pleaded Harry

“I'm afraid you are on you own this time, Mate.” Replied Ron.

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