Harry sat at a table surrounded by everyone who needed to hear what he had to say. This time, he would not make the mistake of trying to exclude them or take this on himself. Edmund's words on Christmas morning had made a great impact on him; he doubted the older man even knew how much. He'd heeded that advice about how leaving those he loved out of the loop would do nothing to protect them, and instead would only hurt them.
That advice was what had led to this; to the group returning from the pensieve, having now seen for themselves the memory Harry had been given by Grindelwald the previous night. He'd already viewed that memory more times than he could count, but rather than simply reciting its contents to everyone and shaping it the way that seemed best to him, he'd allowed them to see it for themselves.
Narcissa looked pale. "I did that," she whispered, sounding like she was on the verge of becoming violently ill. "That is what I made."
"No," Astoria said sharply. "That's what you prevented him from becoming. He would have become that years earlier, if not for your influence in his life. You held Draco back from that darkness until it was no longer possible. But you delayed it for years." She closed her eyes for a second, trying to contain her emotion. "And you, along with everyone else here, helped save me from it."
"Thank you, my love," Narcissa said quietly. She still looked upset, but Harry was happy to see that the guilt and despair that had been there when she first came out of the memory had been dispelled by Astoria's words. The two of them curled up together, the two women who had once been closest to Draco drawing comfort from each other.
Harry saw Daphne smiling at him, and he smiled back. "We've come so far," she said to him.
"We have, love," he agreed, nodding. "We have."
Edmund gave them a moment before clearing his throat, bringing them back to the matter at hand. "It sounds like Grindelwald's timeline was more or less correct," he said. "We have about two months left before he arrives. Maybe it's not exact, but I'd expect that it would take at least that long for them to gather and transport those resources."
"Yes," Harry said. "And I know we'd all prefer for Draco and his associates to never make it back to Britain. But we're not going to be able to stop him alone. I have to bring Kingsley into this now; this threat goes far beyond us. Even if I deal with the ferret, the fact that they're planning a ritual of that scale is a threat to all of magical Britain." Harry paused to let the group silently consider what they'd seen and what they knew they now faced, and then he continued. "It's clear Draco isn't the brains behind this. Especially not with how far gone he is now. After all of the rituals he's gone through to gain power, he's far too deranged at this point to be able to perform something as complex as this."
"Yes, I think you're right," Edmund said, giving an approving nod. "Kingsley needs to be informed."
"I'm going to push him hard about trying to get the IWC involved too," Harry said. "Because if he can't get them to deploy their teams to respond to the threat, we all know who's going to end up dealing with this. Dealing with all of it, I mean, beyond even Malfoy, whether we're directly targeted by it or not."
"Agreed," Sebastian Delacour said. "And in regards to Malfoy, I will be able to have his magical signature restricted from France's wards if your Minister can provide official confirmation to mine that your government has deemed him a serious threat. It will be strictly confidential, of course."
"And then he'll have to find more discreet methods of travel, rather than using portkeys," Daphne concluded.
"Yes," Sebastian said, "if he can manage it at all. Our wards have been significantly improved and strengthened recently, so hopefully he will need to enter Britain from a country with a lower volume of international travel. I wouldn't expect that he'll come from countries that limit him to portkey only, as it would mean all incoming travelers would be subject to screening. That ought to make it easier for us to watch for his arrival, because it narrows our search to just a few allied countries. And perhaps we could even reach similar agreements to restrict his travel with them as well."
"Thanks, Sebastian," Harry said. "That would be appreciated. I'll speak to Kingsley about seeing if he can convince any other countries to follow France's lead on this."
"All sound thinking," Aella said. "But you might as well tell us what you are planning to do on your own, Harry. Your girlfriends will find out soon enough anyway, so let's save us all some time. It had better not be a foolish plan, either, or they'll never let you out of their sight."
Harry laughed and shook his head while giving Daphne a squeeze. "I'm not planning to do anything on my own." Aella gave him a skeptical look, but he shook his head. "Really, I'm not. This is a good place to start, and now that I know where he is and that he wants to perform a ritual that requires access to a significant leyline, the only thing I'll be doing is taking all the research I've done and figuring out where exactly he's hiding. Until I can get back for another discussion with Grindelwald, or until we get another lead, the last thing I want to do is keep thinking about Draco bloody Malfoy as often as I have been lately."
"I'll be helping you with that," Astoria said, sitting up in Narcissa's arms. "Even as far gone as he is mentally, I believe he'll keep going to the same sorts of places he typically did when we were together." She shot Harry a cheeky smile. "And besides, that mess you made in your attempts at research can't afford to grow any worse. Honestly, I'll never understand how you managed to fuck up so badly at just putting things where they're supposed to be."
"Yes, dear," Harry said, grinning as everyone laughed. It had been a tumultuous day since he'd viewed Grindelwald's memory and had now shared it with the group, but he was glad for the chance to lighten the mood and enjoy everyone's company.
--
Apolline Delacour cried out in ecstasy as Harry pounded her from behind mercilessly. Her body was prone on her bed, save her arse, which was as high up in the air as it could possibly be thanks to her arching her back and lifting her hips. She couldn't do much more than cry out with pleasure and stick her bum up in the air, because Harry had his hand on her head, pinning her face against the mattress and holding it there. The side of her cheek was likely going to have marks on it, but she couldn't have cared less. His other hand, meanwhile, held both of her arms crossed behind her back, gripping her securely by her forearms. There was nowhere for Apolline to go.
"Please!" she screamed. "Please, mercy, sir!"
Harry just laughed at her, and rather than backing off and giving her something gentler like she'd requested, he just fucked her harder. He had her grunting and squealing, and tears began to form in her eyes. Harry was doing what he wanted with her, and at this point she was just a toy for him to use. Two hours of being relentlessly fucked like this would do that to a witch. She could say now, for the first time in her life, that she had been shagged so hard and for so long that she had reached her limits. Even an experienced veela like her could be fucked to the point of exhaustion and submission, and Harry had done it beyond all doubt.
"What's the matter?" Harry teased. "What, have you never been fucked like this?" His thrusts slowed and he eased off, but to Apolline it felt like a deliberate effort to taunt her and rub her face in what he'd accomplished. "You've never gotten this sexy veela body fucked hard enough and for long enough that you're the one passing out for a change? That husband you're so devoted to couldn't ever give you what you needed in here, could he?"
"No, sir!" Apolline shouted. "This is the first time I've felt this way! Only you have ever done this to me!"
He pounded her even harder than before after that, making her arse cheeks clap and rocking her body beneath him. Apolline screamed in delight and agony both, her body being fucked beyond its limits for the first time ever. Harry introduced her to a feeling he hadn't even known she could reach, and she was struggling to cope with it.
"Take this big cock, you stupid slut," Harry growled, getting as aggressive with his words as he was with his thrusts. It was fascinating, how a man could be as caring as Harry was out there, but in here he could transform into this dominant beast. "You wanted me to tame you like your husband never could? Well, you're going to get your wish. You and your husband are grown-ups, and if you both want to play at this fantasy, I've decided I'm going to indulge you. You've already made it clear that you risked never fucking him again once I got my hands on you, and you still came to me, wanting to do this."
"Yes, thank you, sir!" she whined. "Thank you for playing with me! I'll never fuck him again, sir!" Her eyes widened. "I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming, sir! I'm cumming!" She screamed her way through her orgasm, and once it had finally faded, Harry slowly pulled out and gave her a slap on the arse. He rolled her over onto her back, and Apolline quickly found her legs being pushed up high and wide in the air. A pair of fingers was suddenly pushed into her mouth as Harry folded her in half and began to fuck her all over again.
Apolline screamed and whined, sounding like an animal to her own ears rather than a human. And it wasn't even the mating cry of a transformed veela that her screams resembled. She sounded more akin to a stuck pig as Harry stuffed her full of his cock, bent her in half and continued to pound her, ruthlessly pushing her so her previous limits became an even more distant memory. It was embarrassing for her to sound like this, so exhausted, so overwhelmed and yet being filled with so much pleasure all at the same time. She had never been used like this, truly.
Not even the times that Harry had fucked her during their vacation had been any genuine preparation for this. This was a savage and ruthless fuck that put those vacation shags to shame, and it had all come about in response to her aggressiveness at the start. She had only herself to blame and to thank for bringing this out of Harry.
She was so used to being on top and taking what she wanted from her lovers that she had fallen back on those habits by default, after Harry had made her confirm one last time that the proper consent and understanding of what was going to happen was there from all parties. Not just the two of them, of course, but Sebastian too. He wasn't in the room with them, but nothing that had happened in here would have happened if he had not been accepting and even encouraging of it.
Once he'd gotten that confirmation, Harry had taken control of the situation. He'd told her that whether she had turned her husband into a cuckold by using him so constantly, or it was ingrained in him and had always been an aspect of their married life, it wouldn't apply in here. He'd told her in no uncertain terms that she would never be in charge with him, so she should drop that attitude immediately.
Apolline still could have gotten out of it and avoided the worst of it if she'd nodded her head and gone along with him from that point on, but she hadn't made that prudent decision. Trying to save face, she'd laughed and lightly said that she knew she would be on top at some point in the future, that no one could keep her down for long, not even him. Even at the time that she'd said it, she knew it was probably false, but her pride hadn't allowed her to bite her tongue. It had earned her a smirk, and after that he'd let loose on her.
That was how she'd gotten herself into this predicament, with him looking her dead in the eyes while he owned her. "Look at you," he muttered. "It's the first time you've been properly worn out, but it won't be the last. Now, before I let you pass out, let me tell you how thins are going to go from now on."
She dimly realized that she was sucking on his fingers, which got an amused smile out of him. That was embarrassing, but she didn't stop.
"I'll fuck you when I can," he said. "You're welcome to come over whenever you'd like, but I'll make no promises on how much attention you'll get. I don't need to tell you the name of the witches who come ahead of you, I'm sure, because you already know them. But they'll all be happy to play with you too; very happy."
Apolline finally stopped sucking his fingers, but it wasn't by choice. She couldn't keep sucking because he picked up the intensity of the fuck once again, and she was back to squealing like an animal in response. He eased back a bit, which she wasn't sure how to feel about.
"But you're also at my beck and call," he added. "If I tell you to come over, you're coming over. I don't care if you're in the middle of a romantic date night with your husband. If that's what's going on when I call on you, you'll leave him there to eat by himself and come to me instantly." Apolline shuddered, hating how much that potential scenario thrilled her.
"No surprise you're excited to do that to him," Harry said while continuing to hammer her as she'd never been hammered before. "That poor man may not know what he's gotten himself into when he agreed to explore this fantasy." He let out a moan, and she knew that he was close. "Oh, there's one more thing I want to tell you about how this is going to go. I'm probably gonna loan you out to some people."
Her eyes went wide at that, and not out of any sort of guilty pleasure. This was beyond any parameters she'd expected out of their agreement, and she attempted to protest against it. But he chose that moment to pound her even harder than he had been up until that point, and Apolline squealed and shrieked as he fucked the willpower to speak up right out of her.
"You don't have a choice," he said, easing up once he could tell he had her. "Last night and tonight, you wouldn't stop telling me that I own your body. You said it over and over again, and we both know damn fucking well that you meant it every time. So if I want to loan out my property, that's my prerogative. I don't like sharing, really, but this is different. Besides, I'll only consider loaning you out to a select few witches who I know will get a kick out of playing with you, and who know enough about what goes on in my sex life that they won't bat an eye when I offer you up to them."
"Yes, sir," Apolline said weakly, submitting to him and acknowledging his power over her. He laughed, pulled his fingers out and then pushed down on her legs, as if pushing his massive cock all the way to the hilt inside of her cunt every single time wasn't deep enough for him. Any other man would not have been able to handle that, but somehow, this man needed even more.
He fucked her with everything that he had, and Apolline could not for the life of her imagine how anyone else would ever be able to compete with this. She was dizzy and seeing stars when she felt him pulling out of her, having been fucked to an orgasm so intense that it seemed a miracle that she didn't pass out. But she remained conscious and alert as he sprayed her face and tits with his cum, making an even bigger mess out of her than he already had. By the time he was done, she both looked and felt as if she had been through a gangbang, but this had been the work of one man alone.
"I'm sure your husband will be here momentarily," Harry said with a laugh. She forced her eyes to stay open and turned her head, watching him cleaning himself up and getting dressed. "You may want to try and stay awake long enough to plead with him to give you a pain relief potion. Otherwise you'll be pretty damn sore tomorrow."
There was no chance of that, and Apolline knew it. Her last thought before she passed out on the spot was to wonder if this feeling of being drained dry and fucked to the bone was how her husband had felt every night for the last twenty-something years of marriage.
--
Harry watched Gabi as she came through the floo into his office after her day at Hogwarts, and was unsurprised when she gave him a deep kiss full of desperation and love as usual. Once their lips finally parted, she scurried off to do her work at the desk that used to be Astoria's before she branched out to work with Ted Tonks. Harry continued to watch her, noticing that her head did not pop up to peek at him once. Given how frequently his veela pet usually looked up at him, this was noticeable. She looked tense, and though she was trying valiantly to hide how badly she was suffering today, her tells were easy enough for him to spot.
After the 5th time that she'd flipped her quill upside down to erase the ink because she'd made a mistake, he knew he needed to step in. "Come here, little princess," he said. "You're not going to get anything done in the state of mind you're in. All you'll receive is a punishment for not telling me how badly you're struggling right now, and letting it affect the quality of your work. We both know you know better than that."
"I'm sorry," Gabi whimpered, ducking her head as she got up and came to him. She squeaked and started apologizing in a rush after he tugged her over his lap.
"Stop apologizing," he said firmly, and her babbling stopped instantly. "What a sexy little schoolgirl I've caught. Look at this arse over my lap." He flipped up her skirt, yanked her tiny thong off of her body and began to spank her. His slaps across her arse were firm, but not nearly as hard as he could have made them. The impact of his hand on her perfect cheeks was still enough to make her squeal with all ten of them.
"Look at you," he laughed after finishing. "The leg of my trousers has a wet spot already. And it's a big one, too." Gabi tried to apologize for her mess, but she shrieked when another spank, this one truly hard, cut her off before she could utter more than a couple of syllables.
"Spread a bit winder for me," he said, shifting her in his lap so she was jackknifed with her arse sky high. His fingers pushed into her cunt, feeling her arousal, and adding to it when his thumb went to her clit. His other hand delivered some light spanks; just enough to add to the pleasure she felt and make her moan a bit louder.
"Please let me cum, master!" she pleaded after about twenty of those light spanks.
"Go for it," he said. "You have my permission to enjoy yourself, pet." That was all she needed to hear, and after the twenty-forth spank his gorgeous veela schoolgirl began cumming in his lap. He gave her one last spank as she hit her climax, and then he just watched, admiring the sight of Gabrielle Delacour climaxing for him. No doubt all of the Hogwarts boys would give anything to have her in this position, but she was all Harry's.
He stood her up off of his lap when she was done, and ran his hand across her naked arse. "Your bum's a little red, but I know you," he said. "You'll love it. While you finish your work, it'll be a nice reminder that your master always takes care of you. All you have to do is ask, little princess."
Gabrielle kissed him even more desperately than she had when she arrived. "Thank you," she said breathlessly, pulling back to thank him only to then kiss him again with just as much passion.
"Anytime, my lovely little princess," he said, smiling against her lips. "Now be a good girl and finish your work. Don't rush, mind you. Do it properly, and once you're done, you can come sit on my lap, lie back and ride me in reverse until we leave." She raced over to the desk and got to work.
Thirty minutes later, Harry nodded with approval, having looked over her essay to confirm that she'd worked hard at it and hadn't simply rushed through it. "Good job," he said. "You can have your reward now."
She eagerly hopped back onto his lap and took his cock inside of her. Harry looked down over her shoulder as she started to ride his cock, and the view was as lovely as ever. Gabi was unbelievably tight, and the visual proof of it was right there in the significant bulge that his cock made in her tummy. She loved that bulge as much as he did, if not even more, and she rubbed her hand against it lovingly. Harry moaned, but his sound of arousal was nothing compared to Gabi's loud cries. He knew that for her, it was both agony and ecstasy. Both mentally and physically, she had to work hard for this, and the rewards for that hard work were immense. Aware of how loud she was being, she tried to muffle her first orgasm. Harry was having none of that.
"Don't you dare hold back on me," he said into her ear. "I love hearing you loud and clear, little princess. Let me hear it." She let loose, screaming wildly as she gushed all over his lap and stained his trousers so thoroughly that the unaware might think that he had had an accident. She kept going, cooing in delight even as the tears fell from her eyes. His hand helped with that, finding her tiny, hard nipples and gently teasing them while he kisses behind her ear. Even while enjoying his veela pet riding his cock and cumming all over his trousers, he still managed to continue his work. Thankfully these were rather mindless reports that merely required him to sign his name before filing them, because it meant he could perform them without thinking. He scratched his signature onto the parchment in front of him, and Gabi dutifully flipped it over so he could move on to the next one, making him laugh.
"Go ahead, help your master out," he said. "I'm glad that I saved this nice, easy work so we could do this. I need to be inside you nearly as badly as you need me inside of you, and I'd be working late if I couldn't get them done now. This way we can do both at the same time."
He signed his name again, and Gabrielle flipped the parchment in the stack so he could move on to the next. On and on they went, her flipping, him signing and her riding, until she could no longer keep up with the pieces of parchment because she was screaming and cumming on his cock again. That was when he grabbed her hips and took over. He started to pick her little body up and slam her down onto his cock roughly, making her scream in pain as he made her cum harder this time. This was an even more physically demanding situation for her to endure, but she was overjoyed to be used by her master like this.
Harry came too, and his orgasm matched hers. He exploded inside of her, filling his tiny veela pet up with his cum, making her scream and wiggle her hips as best she could, wanting to feel him as much as possible. He sighed after he finished, drained and content. He hadn't fully realized how badly he'd missed shagging at the office with Astoria until Gabi had started reporting to him after her Hogwarts classes were over for the day, but it had been a welcome return of sorts. He turned her head around to kiss her deeply, and she melted into the kiss.
"Get your things," he said. "I'll finish signing these later tonight, or tomorrow morning if there isn't time. I don't feel like waiting any longer to shag you until I make your eyes roll back in your head, and drool is dripping down your face." She blushed hard at the reminder of him doing exactly that to her just last night. He had fucked her so hard that she'd actually drooled and been reduced to a mindless lump for the rest of the night. But she was eager, too. She knew he loved it, and she loved taking care of him and making him feel good. That was worth anything she had to put her poor little body through.
--
"Where is Harry, little princess?" Daphne asked, looking at Gabrielle.
"I don't know, mistress," the adorable veela said. "He said he'd be back in about an hour, and to have you three check over my homework."
Daphne frowned. It may have been the first time ever where Harry hadn't reached out and told them where he was going, outside of an emergency or a sudden situation that didn't leave him time to tell them beforehand. And even then, he always sent along a patronus or some sort of message as soon as he had the chance. She looked at Astoria and Narcissa, who she could tell were thinking the same things she was. They shared a look, and it wasn't one that Daphne was pleased about.
"What is today's date?" she asked, hoping that this was actually something routine that he'd told them about a while ago and they'd just forgotten. It felt quite unlikely that none of them would remember, but she hoped that this was the case.
"It's January 30th, mistress," Gabi answered promptly, the date having been fresh in her mind thanks to dating her homework minutes earlier. Daphne thought about that for a moment, but it was Narcissa who spoke.
"Fuck, how did I not remember that?" Narcissa muttered. "I'm afraid we fucked up, and badly at that." Daphne still didn't know what was going on, so Narcissa enlightened her. "Lily Potter's birthday is today."
Daphne felt her stomach drop. Harry would not have forgotten this sort of thing with any of them; not ever. And here they were, none of them having even thought about it, being so inconsiderate of important dates in his life, while he ran around doing outrageous things on their behalf. He'd bloody well broken in to confront Grindelwald for them, and they couldn't even remember his mum's birthday?!
"Let's get our cloaks," Daphne said, seeing both Astoria and Narcissa hopping to their feet with the same thought on their mind. Daphne helped Gabi into hers quickly before they all hurried over to the floo, determined to make this up to their man.
Harry was wiping the snow off of his mother's headstone when they arrived, clearing it off so his mother's name was visible even as the snow fell around him. Daphne badly wanted to rush over to him, and she could see the same impulse in the others, but Harry began to speak. Apparently he'd already been in the middle of it, and they'd come in on him pausing to clean off the stone.
"Once Malfoy is gone and Cissa has taken her time to grieve, I know they'll move on," he said. "And I know that, once the issues with the veela nation are dealt with, between all of us we'll be able to take care of all of Gabi's needs." He laughed quietly. "And we'll enjoy doing it immensely, too."
Daphne did not feel that it would be right for her to come over to him; not just yet at least. She wasn't sure that she should even be here; it felt like she was spying on something that wasn't meant to be heard. She didn't know how the others felt about it, but none of them made a move towards him either.
"I still don't know how to help Daphne, though," he said, sighing. "She's so confident and so sure of herself, and with good reason, too. She's brilliant, mum." He paused. "They all are, really, but I don't think any of the others would be insulted to hear me say that she probably has them beat there, even if only by a little bit. They all have their own areas of strength and knowledge, but she has the broadest spectrum of knowledge overall out of all of them. Heck, the only person I can think of who really compares there is Hermione—and I guess you, going by the stories I've heard. I can't follow half of what they say when they tell me about their days at work, other than Narcissa with the House Black stuff. But even there, she always has ways of accomplishing things that I wouldn't have managed to do on my own. Without her, I'd have never thought of them to begin with."
Harry frowned a little bit. "I just…Daphne just has this idea in her head that she isn't doing enough, like she isn't giving me what I give her. I wish I could help her understand how wrong she is about that. I know you can't give me any answers on what I can do, but it always feels like you manage to help me see things clearly anyway when I come to visit you each year." He was silent for quite a bit after that.
"I hope she doesn't try to help me have all of these wild sexual experiences just because she thinks I'm not getting all the fulfillment I need already," he said. His sudden laugh sounded all the louder in the otherwise silent and peaceful air. "I mean, honestly, look at what I've stumbled into. I'm more fulfilled than any wizard in the world. I know dad and Padfoot are beside you right now, looking down on us, and if dad is anything like Sirius said, they're both really jealous of me, whether dad will admit it to you or not. But they're also proud of me."
Harry's hand made a frustrating swipe through the air, and the snow that had started to cover his mother's headstone again vanished. The falling snow also stopped sticking to the headstone from then on. He stood from the crouched position he'd been in.
"Maybe she just doesn't see that because of everything else going on," he said. "I always worry that, because of all this rubbish with Malfoy, I don't manage to spend enough time with her, or with any of them. Not for the sex stuff, but just to talk and do simple, ordinary things together. Maybe, once we've gotten through that, it'll become clearer to her just how happy I am with her and them. I hope it does, because I don't know how else I can tell her and show her. It's not her fault; it's mine. I feel like it's one of the few things these days that I can't figure out. I just can't seem to ever find the right words, no matter how hard I try."
Daphne had been holding back for all this time, listening in silence as he bared his fears in front of his mother's grave, but she couldn't take it anymore. She dashed over towards him, and Harry flinched and whirled around to face her, startled at the sound of her footsteps in the snow. That he hadn't already known she and the others were there showed how absorbed he'd been in this one-sided conversation, but he knew she was there now as she raced towards him. His mother couldn't hug him or reassure him, and hadn't been able to do so since he was barely a year old, so Daphne would have to comfort him instead.
"I understand, Harry," she said. She threw her arms around his neck as soon as she reached him. "I love you so much, and I understand, I swear. I just want to give you everything I can, and--"
The rest of her reassurance was lost in his mouth as he scooped her up and kissed her. The kiss was wet, but that had more to do with the tears spilling down her face than it did with the snowfall.
"I'm guessing you all heard that, then," he mumbled. "Or enough of it, anyway. I'm sorry; I should have brought you with me. All of you." Daphne heard the crunch of snow under feet as the other three walked towards them, and soon enough they were all embracing. Daphne gave Harry another emotional kiss, and then simply pressed her face against his neck as the others all took their turn kissing the man they all loved and were fortunate enough to have that love reciprocated.
"I just want everything to be perfect for all of you," Daphne said quietly, feeling guilty that she'd given Harry cause to think that she had any doubts about anything. Harry said nothing, but his arms squeezed her tightly.
"I think we're about as close as people can get to each other already," Astoria said. "There are just a few more things for us to tidy up, together."
Daphne nodded with a smile. "I hope we can keep trying new things out in bed anyway," she said with a giggle. "I quite like exploring together." She let out a harder laugh. "I mean, it's nice that you all have fun, but the best part is that I get to make everyone else jealous of me." The other girls all laughed at that.
"How about we all go home and spend the rest of the night doing what everyone else goes home dreaming about?" Harry suggested.
--
"So what happened, dear? I didn't think you four could get any closer, but something has obviously changed."
Astoria grinned at her mother's perceptive question, nodded and recounted what had happened between them on Harry's mum's birthday. Her own mother was clearly struck by the emotions thanks to Astoria's vivid retelling, and she actually wiped her eyes at the end of it.
"That was more emotional than I expected it to be," her mum said.
"It was a bit emotional, yes," Astoria said. "But more importantly, I think he finally got Daphne to completely accept things. Maybe Lily Potter really does have some way of helping him even now whenever he visits her. It sounds crazy, but it wouldn't be the craziest thing in our lives. It really wouldn't even be that close."
"It certainly wouldn't be," her mother said, smiling. "And speaking of crazy, tomorrow sounds like it's going to be quite the exciting day for your man, while also starting something a bit different for you eventually. I don't think I've ever seen you as the dominant party, dear, but I'm looking forward to seeing it this weekend. I'm also looking forward to making him tell us all about what happened--a few times, probably."
"I doubt you'll need to make him tell you anything," Astoria replied. "He promised to send me the memory as soon as that appointment is finished. And Ted is going to be off doing a minor project tomorrow. It pays well, but it's small enough that there's really no point in me being there. Do you want me to come over tomorrow and put the memory in the fancy new pensieve projector so we can have some fun, just the two of us?"
"Yes!" her mother said, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I'm very eager to see how both of those witches handle a thorough bit of discipline from Harry, especially Hermione!"
"Yeah, she'll be interesting," Astoria said. "Pansy knows what's coming if she ends up over his knees, but I don't think Hermione has a clue just how intense it's all going to be, and I have no clue how she'll react. Honestly, with how she is and what we're learning about her fantasies, I could see her getting spanked and put down on her knees every workday for the rest of her professional life. I'm not even joking." Astoria grinned, remembering what it was like to be Harry's 'assistant' at work. "I can't blame her; those were fun days."
"Are you feeling jealous, dear?" her mother asked.
"Nope!" Astoria said cheerfully. "It's even more fun for me these days. I can get it at home every day and night, and it gets much crazier there than it ever could in the office."
"And you certainly do enjoy getting crazy," her mum said with a chuckle.
Astoria rolled her eyes. "Don't think that Daphne and I aren't well aware of all of your depraved fantasies that Harry helps you bring to life during your two-hour sessions together, mother."
Her mum's eyes widened. "But he said he wouldn't--"
"Harry doesn't tell us a thing," Astoria said, smirking. "He doesn't need to. You know, even with as hard as I like to get punished, is that really any crazier than having your mouth spit into?"
Now her mum's face was bright red, and words seemed to fail her at having some of her wilder fantasies thrown back at her. Astoria continued to needle her. "I mean, mum, he had his foot on the back of your head and made you stay face-down in cum as it dried while he worked. Do you really have any room to talk?"
"Okay, okay, we both have our own erm, unique tastes," her mum said quickly.
"And so does Daphne," Astoria pointed out. "It seems to run in the family, at least for us witches. She's already pretty frisky, but I bet there's even more to her that just hasn't had a chance to come out yet. I have a feeling she'll discover her big kink sooner rather than later, and when she does, it won't be any less crazy or intense than either of ours."
"I believe you may be right," her mum said. "But you know that side of her better than I do. Do you have any suspicions on what her kink might be? I only have the feeling that it'll happen, but I don't have the first clue on what it could be."
"I have a few ideas," Astoria said, grinning. "Some of them are rather surprising, but no less likely. But here's an idea: after we watch the main event in the pensieve tomorrow, we can go through some of my memories that caused my ideas on what Daphne's big kink could be. Maybe by the end of it we'll be able to figure out how to get her started down her own rabbit hole."
--
Harry let out a loud moan, kissing Daphne roughly as he pounded into her. As he pulled away, he bit her bottom lip so hard she thought he might have drawn blood. It sent her right over the edge. She screamed his name, dug her nails into his back and clenched around his cock. But her squirting did not stop him from continuing to relentlessly fuck her.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You're a goddess, Daph." She moaned and clung to him with all four limbs, so exhausted that she knew another orgasm would put her out until morning.
"Cum, Harry!" she begged. Instantly he let out a moan that she knew meant he was about to stuff her full of it again. She was the last one tonight, and it had been a fuck that was very hard, but also quite intimate.
"Daphne!" he grunted. She moaned at the feeling of another load filling her, one that was ridiculously impressive given how many times he'd cum already. He carried her into the main bedroom as he finished with her, and the others quickly cuddled with them in their usual positions. But when she got right up with Gabi this time, Harry let out a tired chuckle.
"One day I'm not going to be able to breathe," he said.
"You mean like Apolline the other night?" came her playful reply. "She really did always dominate in bed. She has no clue how to handle being properly dominated at all."
"She'll learn," Harry said. He gave her bum an affectionate squeeze that made her purr. "Now go to sleep, you little minx."
--
The way Harry looked at her when he walked out and spotted her told Astoria that she was going to get shagged hard. That was the whole point in walking out in this outfit, of course. It certainly wasn't appropriate attire for her to be wearing at family dinner with her parents.
She didn't need to be told what to do as he stalked towards her. She just bent at the waist, her ankles crossed and she presented her arse to him in the most appealing way possible. Harry shoved into her suddenly and without warning, making her hiss. He grabbed her arse with both hands, and used it as leverage so he could really slam into her, pushing her away and pulling her in to meet each thrust.
She'd been aching for this all day; even more than usual. That was despite getting far more than usual this morning in order to tide her over. It was just one of those days. It was the best kind of day, really, the one where she woke up so horny that there was nothing for it but for Harry to fuck her silly until she passed out. He always did it, too. Regardless of what his day looked like or how much he had to do, he never let her go to bed without being completely satisfied. He had other witches he fucked, but he took care of her, Daphne and Narcissa no matter what. They never had a single doubt about being his top priority every single day.
"Please let me cum!" she begged, after just a few minutes of having him fuck her in her childhood home.
"Do it," he said, continuing to fuck her. Astoria did, and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming as she came hard on his cock. The moment it was over, his cock went straight into her arse. His hand dove between her legs at the same time, and she uncrossed and spread them to make it easier for him to get to her clit. His deft touch and his monster cock drove her to dizzying heights of pleasure, and he came inside of her arse right when she raced to yet another climax. This one was even faster and more intense than how it usually was while she was getting buggered, and it wasn't as if that variety was small to begin with. This was just another example of how fucking desperate she was today.
"It's time for dinner," he said when she came around this time. He accompanied his words with a firm slap on the bum. "Are you going to change into something that's actually suitable for family dinner now, slut? You know, you could have just asked instead of acting like you'd wear something like this to dinner with your father there. Next time, just do that when we have plenty of time to spare. We could have headed over early, and you'd have gotten loads more than this in your old bedroom if you hadn't wasted so much time playing games."
"Yes, sir!" she said playfully. "I just couldn't wait any longer. It's been one of those days, you know." Harry smiled and kissed her.
"I knew it was one of those days from the moment I woke up and saw you," he said. "I love you, my perfect slut."
"I love you too, sir," Astoria purred, before yelping when she received another smack on the arse.
"You know I take care of my whores," he said. "If you hurry, I'll take you over and shag you so hard that your legs are wobbling when we head down for dinner. That should at least get you under control enough that you don't do something to make your father uncomfortable in his own home again."
Astoria flew off to get changed, not wanting to waste a single second now that the offer had been made. Her master, boyfriend and future husband was perfect; there was no doubt about that.
--
In the guest room next to the master bedroom of her home, Aella happily bobbed away on Harry's cock.
He'd been very generous with his tongue already this evening, so this was the very least she could do to repay him before his girlfriends got done with their show and he headed home. She rarely had him all to herself for any length of time, and she'd enjoyed it despite knowing Edmund was feeling ravenous himself. That was regular enough, but lengthy evenings alone with Harry were far more difficult to come by since he was so busy putting together the final pieces for this stage of his plan to stop Aella's thankfully former son-in-law.
He moaned when she swallowed his cock to the hilt, and despite her gagging and the tears that came from pushing herself so hard, she got her tongue out to flick near his balls. That made him moan even louder, and while he praised her performance, she used her tongue to play with his cockhead. He shuddered in pleasure, and she did a little shudder herself. She was proud of how far she'd come compared to where she'd started with him.
The door swung open, and the awkward look on Harry's face left no doubt about who had opened it. She popped off and turned her messy, sloppy face to the side so she could look at her husband through her tears.
"Give us a minute, love," she said, giving him a cheeky smile. "Or you can stay and watch if you'd like, I suppose."
Edmund laughed, showing them that he was not upset or jealous about what he'd walked in on, not that Aella had needed any reassurance on that count. "You seem hard at work in here, dear, but I'll pass," he said. "While I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, watching from the background isn't for me. I'll leave that to those who prefer watching over participating. But do hurry over once you're done, because tonight, I'm ready to test your stamina." Harry couldn't help but snort at the obvious reference to the Delacours and Sebastian's seeming interest in watching what his wife got up to. For her part, Aella was just happy to see that Harry was getting over his awkwardness quickly.
Once he'd left, Aella turned back to Harry with a smile. "That was bound to happen eventually," she said. "But after everything you've done, I'm surprised you looked so awkward when he came in. He's seen you get sucked off already, and we've been fucking for ages."
She gobbled his cock up again before he could make any response, and within a few more minutes of concentrated and uninterrupted sucking, her belly got filled with seed again. Aella popped off when she was done and cleaned herself up. She rubbed between her legs absentmindedly as she did, and Harry lifted her up onto his lap.
"Stop touching yourself and ride me if you need to get off before you go and see him," he said.
Aella smiled. "You know, I think my husband can wait a little while longer. After all, he knew we were in here and still decided to amuse himself and make you feel awkward by walking in on us. I'd say he deserves to listen, and to know that his wife decided to fuck you one last time before coming over to see him." She removed the silencing charms on the room, and he laughed as she started to moan openly.
"You know that he's going to make sure he knows whose witch you are after this," Harry pointed out. "I'd expect that he's going to pound you through this mattress tonight until you confirm it, too."
"I'm counting on it," Aella said seriously. "Paying him back for walking in isn't the only benefit for me, sir." She began to moan loudly, and decide to really drive it home. "I just couldn't help myself when it was still hard, even after all of this! Hopefully you don't last as long as you usually do, Harry, so the others won't be too upset with me for keeping you late."
Even though she was moaning hard and shouting things out to tease her husband, she was also pleased with how she knew he would respond. He really would fuck her through the mattress for this, though not because he was upset in any way. Edmund knew that she was just teasing him with this. Their active marriage and the other lovers they'd taken into their bed wouldn't have worked otherwise. He knew that this teasing was a sign of what she wanted for him, and that she was looking forward to how he would respond. He really would do his best to make it clear to her that she was his.
The naked truth was that purely in a sexual sense, she was probably more Harry's than her husband's now. But there were plenty of moments where Edmund reminded her he was incredibly skilled in the bedroom himself, and tonight was surely going to be one of those nights. She was quite a lucky witch. Her husband was gracious and more considerate of her ever growing sexual needs with Harry than she probably deserved, and Harry fucked her whenever she had need of it. He seemed to carve out time for her, almost as if she was one of his girlfriends. Albeit she would be in fifth place behind Narcissa, Gabrielle and her own daughters, but that position was still more than she could have ever hoped for. If she needed it, he still managed to shag her silly no matter what he'd had to do that day.
With a husband like Edmund and a lover like Harry, Aella was a lucky woman indeed.
--
On Wednesday, at precisely 1:30 in the afternoon, Hermione entered Harry's office wearing what was easily her most flattering workplace outfit. She wore a tight pencil skirt that was noticeably shorter than most she would wear, especially to work, and a thin white blouse that didn't even have buttons that could be done up to hide her cleavage. Beneath were the sexiest bra and knickers she owned, and heels that really walked the line on being appropriate for the workplace.
Hermione would never have bought such an outfit for herself, certainly not for work at least. This had been Pansy's purchase, and she'd only worn it at her girlfriend's insistence. She'd kept her work robes on all day, knowing that having most of her legs exposed and her cleavage so clearly on display would have drawn attention from people she really didn't want it from. It would also have been the cause of quite a few workplace rumors, exponentially so if anyone had seen her walk into Harry's office looking like this.
She couldn't help wanting Harry to appreciate her body, though. Once they'd agreed to try this fantasy out, she'd found herself wanting Harry to lust after her the same way he seemed to lust after the other witches he played with. She accepted that he'd never look at her quite the way he looked at his three loves, nor would she even want to be. But after she'd found out about his play with Aella Greengrass and Apolline Delacour, and also his brief fun with Fleur before the veela had decided his size was too much for her, she'd taken greater notice of the way he looked at them. She wanted him to look at her the same way. She wanted it a bit more than she really should, if she was being honest. Then again, her own girlfriend wanted him to look at her like that just as badly, so maybe it was exactly what she should want.
Harry was sitting behind his desk as she entered, and given she'd arrived five minutes earlier than they'd discussed, it was no surprise to see him still hard at work, scratching away at the parchment on his desk. She stood and admired him. He had a nice physique and a handsome face, but she was at least as attracted to his work ethic, his ability to understand people, how they thought and what they wanted, and how the combination of his work ethic and his ability had brought him to such a position of authority at a young age.
He'd grown so much since Hogwarts, even putting the growth of his magical power and physical capabilities aside. He'd always been smart, but he'd told her he could think with much greater clarity since the horcrux had been removed from inside of him. But even beyond that, he'd also grown after Astoria started working as his assistant. Prior to her coming into the picture, he'd been desperate to make Ginny feel loved and tried too hard to be romantic. That had been down to a lack of confidence in that area of his life, but he no longer showed any signs of that. He had finally grown comfortable and started being his true self, and knowing what she now knew, Hermione could see that it had all started with Astoria. Thanks to her, and later Daphne and Narcissa as well, he'd grown into a man who could provide all of the love and romance a witch could ask for, but also the rawer, rougher and filthier aspects of sex. He hadn't been comfortable letting those things out before, but he was obviously great at it, and enjoyed doing it.
Hermione wasn't quite sure what she should do, but Harry waved his hand through the air after a few seconds. "I'll be finished in a minute," he said, not looking up. "Go ahead and take a seat." She did, and after a moment he finally looked up from the desk. "Is Pansy coming?"
"Yes, sir," she said. She was blushing, but she would have to get used to that, because she doubted the blush would leave her face until this was all over. Harry chuckled, and she felt a ball of mingled arousal and nervousness form in her stomach. She sat there and waited for him to finish, fighting not to squirm in her seat.
"Astoria has ruined me," Harry muttered, placing his quill down at last. "None of these other assistants have even come close."
Pansy walked into the office at that moment, and Harry looked up and nodded. "Right on time," he said. He closed, locked and silenced the door without getting up. "There's no point in wasting any time here. Pansy, take a seat." He looked over at Hermione, and she swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes. "You, strip out of those clothes and come stand beside me."
Her girlfriend giggled and smiled at her when she heard the order. Pansy was obviously reveling in them finally bringing this fantasy to life, and her grin could only have widened as she watched Hermione stand and begin to undress. She couldn't say for sure, because she looked down in embarrassment as she removed her blouse, her skirt and finally her underwear. With all she'd shared with her best friend over the years, this was brand new territory. Finally she stood beside him, facing him, exposed to him, waiting for him to turn and look at her.
"Hands behind your back," he said. Finally he spun his chair around to look at her, and then he stood up. His physical presence was overwhelming in that moment as he stood. She'd never thought of him as abnormally tall, but he towered over her now. His forearms looked strong with his sleeves rolled up, and his muscular yet lean and athletic body was on display. He made her feel like the disobedient subordinate, which was the kink she had come here to embrace.
Harry reached out and casually began to play with her breasts, making her gasp in pleasure. He behaved as if he had the right to touch her like this and did not need to ask or even give her a warning.
"You have lovely breasts, Hermione," he said quietly. "I've known that for years, of course. But it's nice to finally touch them." His eyes did a slow sweep down her body. "And the rest of you looks just as lovely." His hands began to roam, exploring her body and making her shiver. Hermione knew that a compliment from him was quite special, given who he dated and who he fucked on the side. And his girlfriends had confirmed that he didn't throw around useless platitudes. If he said he thought she was lovely, he fucking meant it. Hermione groaned as his hands reached her arse and gave her cheeks a squeeze.
"Enough fun," he said, pulling his hands off of her bum. "You aren't here for fun today, are you? You're here for a thrashing." He sat down and pulled her down over his lap without warning, making her shriek in surprise.
"Now then, first we can address your behavior during our school years," he said, giving her arse a pat. "Your girlfriend has already answered for her attitude back then. So have I, even. Not like this, of course, but I'd definitely have preferred this over having Tonks, Andromeda and Kingsley lecture me. But you were far from innocent yourself back then—especially during our run-ins with your future girlfriend, ironically enough."
Harry's hand went from rubbing her bare bum to smacking it, and his hand rained down with ten quick spanks that felt unbelievably hard to her, making her squeal in pain.
"Pansy was a bigoted bitch back then, and she'd be the first to admit it," Harry said. "But I remember you being more than happy to instigate some of those arguments yourself. You'll never be able to convince me that you didn't fully expect retaliation every time you called her names or insulted her intelligence. You've always been way too smart for that to work on me. You knew exactly what you were doing. And now you're going to pay for it." Another ten spanks followed, and Hermione was squealing loudly by the end of them.
"That was a nice, minor warm-up," Harry said, making her gasp. "Now we can discuss your behavior around the office. You're brilliant, no question about it, but you have always had this tendency to be very condescending towards others. You can't seem to help but talk over them, or berate them for the smallest mistakes."
His voice suddenly turned deadly serious. "Do you remember the project I had Astoria do, maybe a couple of months after she started here? The one where you were on the panel she presented it to? She showed me the memory of it, you know. She was nothing but polite throughout, despite your unacceptable behavior. You viciously picked apart the smallest things, even things that weren't incorrect at all but simply differed from the way you would have done them if it was your project. And even though she didn't get a single thing wrong, you didn't have a single positive word to say."
The next twenty spanks on Hermione's bottom made the initial twenty feel like nothing more than gentle pats. She was lightly crying by the end of it, but Harry showed no mercy or remorse.
"She cried much harder than this once she made it back to me," Harry said. "She sobbed for an hour, and I had to sit there and console her when I didn't even like her all that much back then. And then I had to go and save your unprofessional arse from getting raked over the coals by Kingsley and the department heads who'd sat there in shock while you acted like a massive bitch."
Hermione remembered that meeting well, and even before she'd gotten to know Astoria better and had seen the person she'd grown into, she'd felt shame for behaving so unprofessionally during the meeting. She'd been surprised that she hadn't faced any repercussions or admonishments afterwards, but now she knew why. The shame of it made her sob all the harder while she endured Harry's spanks. She closed her eyes once they stopped, grateful that she would be able to compose herself now that it was over.
"Now, for the last issue," he said. Hermione's eyes shot back open.
"There's more?" she sobbed. Harry laughed like she was foolish for even asking, which she supposed she was.
"Yes, of course," he said casually. "This is barely anything, really." He paused, and as she felt him tense, she could tell that whatever this last one was, it was something that he was genuinely upset about. "You know how I met Astoria, out in muggle London," he muttered.
His voice was calm. Too calm. Hermione felt the danger in his voice, and while she didn't know exactly how the beginning of his affair with Astoria tied in to her, she could tell that he felt she had something serious to answer for.
"But what you don't know is how she got me angry enough to do what I did next," he said, his voice still dangerously low and calm. "She got under my skin so much because she humiliated me with something she'd overheard. What she heard was you and Ginny talking, right after she dumped me. Specifically, she heard Ginny call me a 'pussy'. And then she heard you agree."
Pansy, who up until then had been quiet enough not to disturb them while Harry was spanking her, let out a soft gasp of surprise, apparently not having heard this part before. Hermione remembered it, and she let her head drop. Now she understood his legitimate anger, and she knew that she deserved every bit of it.
"After everything we went through, that's how you responded," he said, and Hermione could hear old resentments and hurts flooding out of him now. They'd never talked about this, and she highly doubted he'd done so with Ginny. Finally it was being given life, and Hermione was bearing the brunt of it. "You knew that I was trying to give Ginny what I thought she wanted, since she never said or did anything to suggest it wasn't. But you didn't clue me in on it, and you didn't even bother to stick up for me, either. You sat there and laughed at me. You sat and agreed with her, even while knowing that she stood you up on your lunch dates on a weekly basis so she could go hang out with her quidditch teammates that she saw for hours a day, every day."
There was a pause, and Harry sounded sad when he continued. "Honestly, that hurt more than Ginny dumping me did," he said quietly. She quickly decided that the sadness was even worse than the forced calm had been. It certainly made her feel even guiltier. "Logically, I could understand where she and I went wrong. But you? That was…well, I'm sure you understand why that hurt me as much as it did. I don't want an apology for it because I know you feel absolutely horrible right now. You're just going to suffer through your punishment, and then we'll move past it."
The first blow of the heavy paddle across her arse had Hermione shrieking, but he didn't let her go anywhere. His leg clamped down over the back of hers, and his other hand grabbed both of her arms and folded them behind her back. He pinned them there with frightening ease, showing her his strength and rubbing her face in his control over her. He had a hold of her, and he wasn't letting go until she'd been punished to his satisfaction.
After ten hits from the paddle, Hermione was crying so hard she struggled to breathe. At fifteen, she screamed and pleaded wildly for mercy. He paused there, and she thought he might stop.
"You need five more," he said. "You're blistering, but you'll be fine after some salve. Unless you're happy to end here, I suppose." He was pushing her buttons, telling her he felt like she deserved five more hits from the paddle as penance for the things she and Ginny had said about him, and yet giving her the opportunity to back out if she wanted. He knew her personality too well to think that she would take it. There was no way she could give in now; not with the hurt she'd heard in his voice as he aired his grievance, and the horrible guilt it had inflicted on her.
"Five more," she sobbed. "Five more, please, sir."
He gave them to her, and the final five blows were surely as hard as he could make them. He had her screaming like she was under attack, and she lay broken across his lap after he was finished with her. But as much as it had taken out of her, she was very glad that it had happened, and not just because it somehow made her immensely aroused. She felt light, as if the guilt from everything he'd brought up that had been weighing on her without her even being aware of it had finally been lifted.
He gave her a few minutes to recover before cleaning her up with his magic and standing her up, and Hermione was relieved that none of the anger and hurt she'd heard in his voice previously was visible on his face now.
"I love you, Mione," he said. "We've been through hell and back together, and neither of us would be alive today if it wasn't for the other. Little things like your conversation with Ginny will never change that. But that's also why it hurt so much to hear about it."
"I love you too!" Hermione cried out. She wasn't sure she'd ever felt as disgusted with herself as she did at that moment. "I was just trying to keep everything civil and not get dragged into the middle, but I was an idiot about the whole thing!"
"Well, no more feeling that way," he said with a smile. "The whole point of this is moving past these things, so I expect you to do so, for real. And if you have things that you need to get off your chest too, I'll let you in on a little secret." He leaned forward as if whispering something confidential to her, but his voice remained loud enough for Pansy to hear clearly. "It's rare, but occasionally my girlfriends have decided to swap roles. It hasn't happened in a while, but you can always speak with them if you're interested."
Harry led Hermione over to the chair beside Pansy, and turned it to face her. "Now you have to take care of this problem you created."
Hermione nodded and knelt down so she could work on getting his trousers and underwear off with her shaking hands. Once she succeeded, she gasped at how enormous his cock was. The toy version of it wasn't as large, or as rock solid, as the real thing.
She wasn't the only one who was impressed. "Fuck," Pansy moaned. "I forgot how amazing that thing is."
Harry just relaxed in his seat while Hermione stroked his cock slowly, getting over the surreal feeling of realizing that she was wanking off her best friend's dick and focusing on just how impressive that dick was. She stuck her tongue out and gave the head a few tentative licks.
"That's it," Harry said. "Just do your best like a good girl. I know you don't have much practice with men, and I'd bet mine is the biggest you've ever seen. But just do what you can instead of worrying about being the best. For once in your life, you need to accept that that won't be happening."
Hermione flushed at his half-reassurance, half-taunt, but she knew it was true. She took a deep breath and did her best to follow his guidance, licking and kissing all over his cock. She worked her way down to his balls, at which point his hand ran through her hair.
"Suck," he said. "Worship them. Suck on my balls, Hermione. If you want to impress me, that's how you can do it. Don't lick me like I'm your best friend. Worship me like this cock is the most important thing in your life."
She tried her best to do that, moaning without really meaning to as she took his balls into her mouth and sucked on them. Hermione kissed and licked, sucking his balls and worshiping the entirety of his cock over and over again. Eventually he grabbed her head and forced her to take his cock into her mouth. He shoved her head down, pushing more his massive cock into her until she gagged around it, after which he allowed her to cough and dry heave. Her face was already covered in some saliva. While he pulled Hermione's mouth back down onto his cock for another go, he looked over at her girlfriend.
"Did you already get started before you came to see me?" he asked, obviously referring to the cuckold play they'd discussed.
"Uh, we tried," Pansy muttered. "But it didn't really go anywhere."
Hermione could hear how much her girlfriend was struggling to explain, so she popped her head off of Harry's cock to take over. "All three of us found it too awkward," she said. "We didn't have the first clue what to say, much less how to begin. I suppose physical attraction isn't enough on its own." She glanced over at Pansy. "I think we both realized that we aren't cut out for the, err, full version of that fantasy."
Pansy ducked her head, looking bashful for a change. "Honestly, I think we're both only comfortable or excited about you being the one fucking Hermione, at least for right now. There's a trust there with you that it isn't easy to find."
"So, you're saying you want me to fuck your girlfriend, Pansy?" Harry said, smirking. "You wouldn't complain if I didn't even bother with you, other than letting you watch?"
"Yes, sir!" Pansy said. "I wouldn't complain at all." She sounded embarrassed to admit it, but her arousal was obvious.
"You're a constant surprise, Pansy," Harry said, laughing. Both Hermione and Pansy expected his laughter to have a mocking quality to it, but it didn't. He merely sounded amused. "Come over here." Pansy came to him, and Harry patted his leg. "Up in my lap."
Pansy crawled over Hermione, blushing as she climbed onto Harry's lap. He tugged her so his cock was right below her cunt, and with a simple wave of his hand he vanished her knickers and pushed her short skirt up.
"Neither one of you are dressed appropriately at all," Harry said. "This is a workplace, you know." Pansy's legs were forced wide and outside of Harry's so Hermione didn't lose any room or access to his cock. She bobbed and slurped while getting a clear view of her girlfriend spread wide and soaked, with Harry's huge cock so close to being inside of her if he pulled it out of Hermione's mouth. Seeing Pansy like this made her want to please him even more, and she was quite proud when her sucking got a moan out of him.
"Your girlfriend looks good down there, Pansy, don't you think?" Harry asked. "Her arse is dark red and already bruising, and she has a big cock down her throat. That's the proper place for a witch like her when she needs to be reminded how to behave, isn't it?"
"It is," Pansy said, shivering slightly. "But she looks good anywhere." Hermione blushed at the adoration in her girlfriend's voice. She smiled up at her as lovingly as she could manage with her face covered in her own saliva and her jaw feeling as sore as it did. "She's a mess all over."
"Yes," Harry agreed. "She's working hard and doing a wonderful job for her first time." Hermione worked even harder after hearing his praise. Harry, meanwhile, reached his hand down and gave a teasing brush against Pansy, who cried out and writhed in his lap. They had decided to delay any cuckolding experimentation for the time being, but that didn't mean that Hermione had given her girlfriend any relief, or allowed her to give any to herself. She'd wanted Pansy to be more desperate than she'd ever seen her when they came to Harry's office. She wanted to see how her girlfriend would react to him when she was this pent-up, and now she was.
Harry yanked Pansy's top off of her and began to play with her pierced nipples, and she cried out and began to grind in his lap. She didn't get to do that for long before Harry's hands left her nipples to grab her around the waist.
"No," he said roughly. "You don't get to grind against me to make yourself cum. If you try that again, I won't even consider giving you any fun, ever. You'll never get my cock inside of you. Instead, only your pretty little girlfriend will get to have it, and you'll just have to watch and wish that you got a turn too. So be a good little slut, like you used to be when I would take you over my knee."
Hermione was stunned, and Harry looked down at her with a smile. "Clearly you're not doing enough to keep her in line, but don't worry, I'll take care of that. I'm going to take her over my knee once a week, starting next week. I'll let you know when I've worked out a good time for her first appointment. This isn't open for debate. I make the decisions around here." He kept staring at her, waiting for her to respond, and Hermione took his cock out of her mouth so she could give him his response.
"Yes, sir," she said, nodding. "I understand, sir." She was blushing with embarrassment, but what else could she do? Harry was in charge now, and if he said Pansy needed weekly discipline, who was she to disagree? She went along with it, and after voicing her understanding, she took his cock back between her lips and resumed her sucking. She might not be able to compete for top marks, but she was going to show him that she could be a good girl and suck his cock well regardless.
"Please, sir," Pansy gasped. Harry laughed, and made her moan through more of those fleeting touches while he enjoyed Hermione's sucking. Eventually her bobbing and slurping had him moaning too, and she sucked harder, elated at her accomplishment.
"Cumming soon," he announced. "Make sure you still have a full mouth at the end, slut."
Hermione thought she was prepared for what was coming, but she had no idea. Harry sprayed her throat, and the amount of cum that rushed out of his cock was absurd. It just kept coming while she did her best to keep up. By the end of it, she was dripping in it and her belly had plenty sloshing around inside of it, but she still had a mouthful of semen, just as he'd demanded.
"You know what I want," he said, nodding at her. "Go ahead."
She did know, and she gave it to him. She forced Pansy into a deep kiss, shoving all of the cum into her girlfriend's mouth. Hermione had been submissive with Harry, but here she was anything but. She dominated the kiss, forcing every last drop down Pansy's throat before she finally pulled away.
"Thank your girlfriend," Harry said, looking at Pansy.
"Thank you, Hermione," Pansy said quickly. Hermione smiled at her.
"You're welcome," she replied. "Maybe you'll be lucky enough to get your own soon." Pansy gave a little excited wiggle at that, and Harry laughed at her.
"Your girlfriend is going to ride me now," he said to her. "She'll be flush against you while she takes what you so obviously want." Pansy whined, and Hermione gave a giddy smile in spite of the nervous feeling in her stomach. Her nerves did not cause her to hesitate or try to hide her excitement as she rushed to position herself at the tip of her best friend's cock.
"Tell your girlfriend what you want to happen next," he said to Pansy.
"Hermione, ride him!" Pansy said. "Please ride him! I want you to fuck him right in front of me! I need to watch you do it!"
Hermione kissed her deeply, and then she screamed in pain into Pansy's mouth. She hadn't expected to feel this much pain at penetration after she'd practiced so many times with her toy. It wasn't as big as him, but it was still pretty damn big. It was nothing compared to what she felt now though. Pansy did her best to help her through it, wrapping her up and kissing her as Hermione slowly moved her hips.
"Fuck, you look so sexy," Pansy gasped when Hermione pulled out of the kiss. Hermione squeaked, not having expected that, but Harry grabbed her arse demandingly, forcing her to pick up her pace. Hermione gasped as she bounced on her best friend's massive cock.
"Oh, Harry!" she moaned. "Oh, you're so big! Nothing's ever felt this good inside of me!" Suddenly she looked at Pansy, feeling a need to explain what she was feeling. "I have to have more of this, Pansy," she pleaded. "I have to keep getting more of Harry's cock for as long as his girlfriends will be generous enough to allow it. Please, Pansy, you have to make it happen no matter what it takes! You're the one who put this idea in my head, and now it's your responsibility to make sure that it keeps happening for real!"
"I will!" Pansy cried out. She kissed Hermione desperately, apparently as excited about the fantasy as she was. She didn't grind or buck though, so apparently the threat of being denied her own time with his cock was enough to keep her hormones in check. But Hermione had her own hormones to think of.
"I'm cumming!" she cried out, just before she hit a shrieking climax on her best friend's cock. As it hit, she knew that her fate was sealed. She'd never be able to get enough of this. Pansy grabbed her hips after it was done, taking over from Harry in leading her through another ride, just as fast and memorable as the first had been. Harry was happy to allow Pansy to take over for him there, and with her girlfriend's hands guiding her along, Hermione rode Harry's cock to two more big orgasms before Harry finally filled her up. She cooed as she felt his cum rush into her.
"Pansy, be a good girl, get down on your knees and clean your girlfriend up," Harry ordered. Pansy practically flew out of his lap and down onto the floor to do just that. She cleaned Hermione up with her tongue as Hermione pulled off of his cock and sat her arse down in the spot her girlfriend had just vacated. Harry's cock was still in the way, but Pansy just licked that too. Hermione had never felt her girlfriend's tongue move this quickly or with this much energy before.
After several minutes of licking, Hermione was completely cum free down there. Pansy scooped everything off of her face and licked her fingers clean, and then beamed up at them both.
"Thank you," she said, positively glowing.
"You're welcome," Hermione giggled. "You look like a bit of a whore down there, but I guess I always knew who I was dating, didn't I?"
"What do you think, Hermione?" Harry asked. "I know I have permission to fuck her. But does she have yours?"
Hermione watched Pansy turn hopeful eyes on her, and she laughed. "I think so," she said. "But I want it to happen a bit differently."
--
"You came, and all I did was play with you with my fingers," Harry growled, grabbing Pansy by the hair. "And it couldn't have even lasted for a minute. I have half a mind to put the denial spell on you for a bit to remind you of your place with me."
"No, please don't!" Pansy cried, genuinely sobbing.
"Stop your blubbering," he said. "You just got to cum, and that's already more than I figured you'd get today. And now you're about to get fucked silly too, unless you can't control yourself."
Pansy did her best to stop, and she saw Hermione watching in open amusement. She was obviously into the idea of Harry putting her through her paces and making her suffer through that charm, which was close in some ways to their cuckolding fantasy.
"I couldn't help it," she mumbled, looking up at Harry. "But if you decide you don't want to fuck me, I will accept it, sir."
"Merlin, you're really going for it," Harry chuckled. "I've never seen you this submissive. But don't worry; I'm going to fuck you. Do you remember when you first played with Narcissa?" Pansy nodded. "I remember roughly buggering your arse. You didn't complain once, even though I could see how much agony you were in. Narcissa was surprised at how docile you were. That night, you really were a toy for us to use however we wanted."
He dragged her up onto the chair, and she whimpered as he pulled her into a reverse nelson position and pressed his cock against her arse. "Tell me, Pansy, should I just break you right away?"
"I'm just a toy, sir!" she squealed as he lightly eased her down onto his cock. Hermione giggled and Harry laughed at her response.
"She's been dreaming of this for months, Harry," Hermione said. "I think you could do anything to her and she would love it."
"Merlin, I can't even get you to plead for mercy or anything close to it," Harry said. "Honestly, I think that's what's earned you what you want. At this point I'm convinced that you really do need it."
Pansy found herself staring at Hermione after being bent over with Harry's arm under her. His other hand was in her hair, and she screamed out until Hermione shoved her knickers into her mouth to muffle her. They were Hermione's knickers rather than her own, of course.
"Look at you," Hermione said. She grabbed her face with both hands and smiled viciously at her. "He's fucking pounding your arse, Pans. You won't be able to walk tomorrow. I don't know how you'll manage to work, but you'd better enjoy every moment of this. I want to see you get everything you wanted, even if what you wanted was more than you're ready to handle! That wouldn't be the first fantasy to turn out that way, would it?"
Pansy's body exploded in another quick orgasm, and she screamed into Hermione's knickers at the intensity of it. Her girlfriend laughed as she watched.
"This is how pent up you are after jut a week," she said. "You really couldn't have survived our other fantasy, even if we had been able to go through with the first part of it."
Pansy writhed as Harry continued to relentlessly bugger her, bringing her both agony and sexual bliss. Being a bit of a masochist, this was what she'd been dreaming about for all this time. She was overjoyed to have it, and she didn't give a fuck if she had to crawl out of the office when he was finished with her because her legs wouldn't work.
Hermione held her face and watched her steadily as Harry fucked her arse. Her girlfriend watched Pansy go through orgasm after orgasm until she went limp, and then Harry pulled her into a full nelson and worked even harder to try and break her. Her arms and legs flopped, and she made these pathetic muffled grunts, but she came again all the same.
"Merlin, I don't know if you'll have a functional pelvis anymore with how hard he's fucking you," Hermione mumbled, her eyes were wide with disbelief now. Harry snorted. Eventually Harry pulled her off of his cock and put her down on her back on his desk. As he stroked his dick with one hand, he shifted her body so her head was hanging over the edge of the desk.
"She was pretty good at this before," he said to Hermione. "She was able to take it all the way pretty quickly. Time to see if she can still do it. Don't try and save her, either. If you do, I'll have you over my lap again right after I finish with her."
Pansy didn't have much choice in the matter, because he roughly shoved his entire cock into her throat and grabbed her head with both hands while he took her. After three pumps he had her flailing.
"Take it," he growled. "Take it, you fucking bitch." After two more fierce pumps of his cock all the way down her throat, his cum shot out. There was so much that some it burst through her nose as her limbs again flailed, but luckily he pulled his cock out of her throat before it got so bad she passed out. Immediately she coughed up some thick saliva in addition to his cum.
"Still alive there, Pans?" Hermione asked her. She'd tried at humor, but Pansy could see that she was actually a little worried for her after what she'd just watched.
"Perfect, thanks." Pansy said drowsily. Hermione laughed, looking relieved.
"You fucking kinky minx," she said, shaking her head. "It's no wonder you fit in so seamlessly when you played with Astoria and Narcissa."
"That she did," Harry agreed. "And they're looking forward to playing with her again. Astoria would choose to submit in pretty much any situation you could put her in, but apparently still has a taste for dominating your girlfriend. She hasn't gotten to do so in a long time, and she's very excited about being able to do it again."
Hermione laughed, and Pansy could tell that her girlfriend would enjoy watching that nearly as much. "How did you know she could even take your whole cock like that after all these months?" Hermione then asked.
Harry laughed and patted Pansy's cheek in a patronizing way as he finished getting dressed. He made her lick clean every finger he'd just gotten her mess on, but he didn't actually need to tell her or even ask her. He just pushed his fingers into her mouth one by one, and she cleaned.
"Like I said, she was able to take it right from the beginning," he said. "Narcissa told me exactly how Pansy had described her fantasy about me shagging her again, and I didn't want to disappoint."
He grabbed Hermione and bent her over, her legs on either side of Pansy's head and her face right above her cunt. The way he pressed against her made her writhe, and that made Pansy cry out when he pulled back.
"Next time," he said with a laugh. "You've run out of time today. That's just a little something for you both to fantasize about for the next week." Pansy could feel Hermione's humiliation at the delight Harry took in seeing how eager she was. He patted her on the cheek.
"Help your girlfriend clean up," he said. "Otherwise she won't have time to put the salve on your arse, and trust me, you need it. Without it, and with all the spankings you're going to get, you'll end up not able to sit for weeks." Harry let both girls get cleaned up and dressed before he spoke again.
"I suppose I should ask you something before you go, since you two playing with Sebastian didn't work out," he said. They both turned to him, and he gave them an easy smile. "If you felt awkward about doing anything sexual with Sebastian, I respect that and won't try to change your mind at all. But would you feel awkward if it was just his wife you were playing with instead? He wouldn't be involved, and it would be your choice if he was even there to watch. If that's still something you wouldn't be comfortable with, just tell me and I'll let Apolline know that it's not an option. I guess she asked me to ask you on her behalf since she knew you were comfortable with me. It seemed kind of odd to me, but I didn't really have time to ask her questions."
Pansy shared a look with Hermione, and she did not see any of the uncertainty on her girlfriend's face that had been there when the time had come to visit the Delacours before. She didn't feel any of it herself either.
"Playing with a sexy veela is much different," Pansy said. "It sounds like a great night to me. What do you think, dear?"
Hermione smiled. "I couldn't have said it better myself. Yes, Harry, you can tell her we'd love to have her over, or to come and visit her. We can discuss the specifics with her when we meet up."
"Great," Harry said, nodding. "I'll let her know tonight. Now, I think you two both still have actual jobs you need to do?"
"Yes, sir," Pansy said, blushing. She could see Hermione reacting the same way, and she imagined that the same feelings were going through them both. It was like they were bad schoolgirls being dismissed by their stern disciplinarian, and Pansy would wager that it turned Hermione on as much as it did her.
--
"I'm pretty sure I know where Malfoy is," Harry announced upon his return from meeting with Grindelwald. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm also sure beyond a doubt that he isn't the biggest issue here. But I'm still sticking with the idea that if he's the only one directly threatening us, I won't continue to get involved with it once he's been dealt with. The ICW can do their jobs beyond that point, and it seems like they'll actually step in this time since this shite is likely going to threaten more than just Britain if it's not dealt with. And thank Merlin for that, really. I'd sort of expected to be useless like they usually are, until they're given no choice but to react."
"So I suppose Grindelwald was just as appreciative to you for giving him those letters as he said he was last time?" Edmund asked him, making the obvious connection. If he'd come back with a better idea of where Draco was at and what was going on, the meeting could only have gone well.
Harry nodded. "The man is a monster, but he's a much different sort of monster than Voldemort was. I'd go so far as to say that 98 percent of him is an intelligent and likeable wizard."
"Too bad the remaining two percent of him is so evil," Edmund commented.
"Too bad for everyone," Harry said. "But fortunately for us, he does seem to have a code that he lives by and adheres to. I'm confident that when I'm done looking into everything he told me, I'll confirm that it was all the truth. I don't think anything that he's said was meant to mislead me in any way."
"Interesting," Edmund said. "Considering what we believed might have been taking place, this is a rare bit of good fortune coming our way with this."
Harry nodded. "Malfoy shouldn't be moving for a bit," he said. "And I intend on ending this before he has a chance to. But we can leave the planning for another day. I might believe him, but I do need to make sure Grindelwald was telling the truth about everything. I'm not foolish enough to start making any plans before then. When I move, I'm going to make it count."