When Pansy entered Harry's office, she found him leaning against his desk casually, looking like he'd been waiting for this. He stood there like her heading straight here had been inevitable, and she supposed it had been.
"Congratulations," he said with a grin. "I don't think you even realize just how much you impressed the Minister yet. You also won over anyone who might have still held any doubts about whether you really belong and made yourself some fresh new enemies at the same time. But take it from someone who has made plenty of enemies over the years: that's a sign that you're doing something right. Them being indifferent to you would be far worse. That they muster up the energy to dislike you means that they find you threatening, at the very least."
Pansy smiled widely and prepared to respond, but Harry tossed something her way before she could do more than open her mouth. She reacted just in time to catch it and saw that she was now holding a necklace.
"That's not a gift," he said. "It's just standard protocol that we implemented two years back whenever someone did something that seemed like it would probably piss some unsavory people off. Your girlfriend's worn one of these many times since then, and with good reason. Don't worry if you think it's ugly. Just tap it once with your wand and nobody will see it." Pansy put the necklace on and tapped it with her wand as he suggested, and watched it turn invisible.
"How much safer am I now, compared to three seconds ago?" she asked. Harry laughed.
"Honestly? Not much," he said. "That thing doesn't have even half of the protection as your Christmas gift does. But it does mean that the aurors will respond immediately, so you won't be completely reliant on me, Edmund or Sebastian if you're ever in urgent need of help." Pansy smiled warmly.
"While we're on the topic of you looking out for me and everything else like that, I just...well, I just want to say thank you. For everything." She'd started choking up halfway through her thanks, but she was determined to push through it and say what needed to be said.
"You're supposed to be happy after doing something great like you just did," Harry said softly.
"I am happy," she said, sniffling. "I just—I know I didn't do anything to deserve a second chance like the one I've been given. You had no reason to want to support me or assist me when you first decided to, because I'd never given you one. And even when I did start to turn my life around and show that I could be something more than I used to be, I still didn't deserve so much support from you." He went to speak, but she shook her head in a hurry. She needed to get this all out now, or she didn't know if she would ever be able to.
"No, it's true, Harry. Don't think I don't know how much you were supporting me in the background. I know you were arguing with numerous important wizards on my behalf when none of them wanted to give me a chance. I hear you even threatened to duel more than one of them." Harry smiled, but he did not deny it, nor did he try interrupting her again. "Whatever you say, I didn't deserve anywhere near that level of support from you back then. I didn't even believe in myself half as much as you believed in me back then, and I just want you to know how much it meant to me. How much it still means to me."
He smiled at her, and she couldn't resist it anymore. She launched herself at the wizard who'd changed her life and hugged him tightly. When Harry Potter first reentered her life, never in her wildest dreams could she have predicted how much the famous Gryffindor hero she'd always resented and disliked would change the course of the rest of her life for the better. She hugged him tightly, savoring his warmth and the feeling of his fingers lightly stroking her hair.
"Well, a lot of people do say that I have pretty good instincts," he said. "And I'd like to think that this is one of the relatively few things people say about me that's actually at least mostly true. This could be a lengthy conversation if we let it, but I'll spare you from listening to all of the things you obviously knew I was about to say before you stopped me. Instead, I'll just say that you doing everything you're doing now is to my benefit too. Being a war hero and having the fame and influence that comes with that will realistically fade quickly enough. I know better than most how fickle people can be.
"So, if I want to try and change things for the better while I'm in a position to do so, I'll need to have other accomplishments that I can point to beyond just killing that snake-faced prick when I was still a teenager. That means that, as the one who supported you and helped you get this second chance, your successes will continue benefiting me, even if only indirectly. Taking a risk on you wasn't that much of a risk, really. Even if you'd fallen flat on your face and wound up wasting your second chance, showing you some sympathy wouldn't have hurt my standing. The rewards from you succeeding are far more significant. Besides, when Hermione started having genuinely cordial, even friendly interactions with you just a few weeks later, I knew for sure that I was right about you. She didn't do that because of me, you know. She actually asked me what the fuck I was thinking giving you the time of day, actually." Pansy giggled.
"Maybe she just wanted an angry shag," she suggested, which made Harry burst into laughter that made her chest rumble.
"You know full well that the Hermione from back then was not yet the depraved witch she's become thanks to your corruption," he said. Pansy grinned at him.
"Truly my best work," she said smugly.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that you have a meeting with Kingsley in, oh, about fifteen minutes now," he said suddenly, which made her stop smiling. "Don't give me that worried look. It's not a meeting you need to prepare for or feel nervous about." She must still have looked as nervous as she felt, because he chuckled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "No, seriously, don't worry about this. He just wants to compliment you. I told him that he couldn't assign you any work, because you have a much-deserved vacation to enjoy this week. He agreed, and said it was too soon to be making any decisions besides. A week in between would let things play out enough that he'd have some ideas on what else there was to do."
"Okay," she said, nodding and taking a deep breath.
"It'll be lunch time after you're done with him," Harry continued. "You'll come here for that, and I'll make you scream loud enough to test the silencing ward." She blushed and fidgeted in excitement, sorely tempted to suggest that she blow off her meeting with the Minister so they could jump straight to testing out the ward. That was a bad idea, obviously, but it wasn't any less tempting just because she knew she shouldn't actually do it.
"Go see your girlfriend," he said, chuckling. "She'll be finishing up with her meeting any second now. But first, there are two more things left to do." He tapped her watch with his finger, and she felt magic infuse it. "That will ensure that you aren't late to your meeting when you inevitably get distracted." Next, he pulled out a wristband and put it on her arm, and she watched it turn invisible. "And that has monitoring charms from the auror department on it. We introduced that device a few years back for situation where the person wearing it might've gotten some people angry with them. Your girlfriend is plenty familiar with it, as I'm sure you'd expect." He gave her a rough kiss that hinted at all of the excitement to come once her meeting with the Minister was finished, and then patted her arse to hurry her along. "Get going."
She hurried out of his office, feeling so excited to see Hermione and talk to her about everything that she damn near skipped from Harry's office to hers.
--
"Wait, really?" Pansy said that evening. "I guess it is that time of year, but I didn't even think about it, or notice you doing any studying." She frowned. "When did you study, actually?"
"Mostly when I was in Harry's office at work," Gabrielle said as she laid into Narcissa. Narcissa patted her arse fondly, and she smiled. "I did a little bit in his home office too, before everyone was around for dinner."
"Makes sense," Pansy said. "That'd be plenty of studying time since you're so bloody smart." Gabrielle flushed at having her intelligence complimented so offhandedly and casually that it sounded more like a statement of fact than an attempt to compliment her. In a way that flattered her even more, because it meant that Pansy was just sharing her honest thoughts. "I still can't believe they don't make you stay in school even after the NEWT exams are done."
"I'm sure they do, dear," Pansy's girlfriend said. "Classes were over, but everyone has to stay simply to see out the year. I don't think too many people wanted to miss the parties, the final quidditch matches and everything else. But Gabi doesn't live in the castle like the others do. Outside of her classes, she only stays at the castle for extracurricular things she's interested in, like her broomstick racing."
"Right, right," Pansy said, nodding. "Well, I'm going to fall back on my reliable, ready-made excuse and blame my forgetfulness on that bloody project I've been working on."
"A difficult and tedious one, perhaps," Edmund said as he entered. "But it was also exceptional work, or so I hear. It's all the other Lords are talking about. Almost all of them have been forced to admit that your work was exceptional, whether they like the results of that work or not. I can assure you that plenty of them are already scrambling as a result, and I'd wager more than just a few of them are downright terrified thanks to that project of yours. That's the real indicator of how impressive it is, you know. If it makes them sweat, you've done a great job; and they're most certainly sweating."
"Congratulations on making some old men sweat, Pansy," Narcissa said playfully while smiling and resting her hand on Gabi's arse. Her words might have been teasing, but those who knew her would understand that she was praising Pansy in her own way.
"Some of these Lords aren't easily frazzled, either," Edmund went on. "This is the first time I've seen a few of them like this in my lifetime, but there's no doubt they're working diligently on their response as we speak. Today alone, a significant amount of restructuring has already begun, and there's a lack of discretion on display there that I'll admit has surprised even me. I'm afraid some of them may find that they're greatly overestimating their ability to remain calm and collected under pressure, because right now they're showing themselves to be entirely incapable of it. Their lack of discretion is leaving behind a better trail of evidence than the investigators would ever have been able to pull together naturally, no matter how skilled said investigators might be at their jobs." Pansy blushed, and Hermione beamed with pride at listening to the older wizard praise her girlfriend's success.
"Paying close attention to this situation, aren't you, Edmund?" Narcissa said.
"Indeed," he said, looking her way. "I'd hate to let such an opportune moment slip by; wouldn't you agree? You know, Lady Black, I swear I someone who bore an uncanny physical resemblance to you leaving Gringotts around the same time I did early this afternoon. But maybe they just happened to have the same style of custom robes that you, my wife, my daughters and many of the rest of you seem to prefer. Only one witch is known to make robes to that high a standard, so maybe my eyes were just deceiving me."
"Maybe they were, and maybe they weren't," Narcissa said with a grin. "This is a situation that those among us who haven't done anything underhanded can benefit from greatly, even before the true fallout begins. It's also entirely possible that there are a few Lords involved in this that have an ego that a witch such as myself has been waiting and watching for an opportunity to deflate. Men like that should only have an ego equal to their actual personal achievements, so if a witch quite similar to myself is interested in seeing those sorts of men suffer the fall from grace that they deserve, I can't blame her." Narcissa's smile was casual, but it was her eyes that gave her away and made it clear that Edmund's eyes had not deceived him.
"I may have similar feelings about a few of those Lords myself," Edmund commented. "Some of those arseholes have supported certain causes and gone about their business in a particular manner that cannot be tolerated. Those are all just allegations, of course. I'd hate to slander anyone's good name." He had to break the ridiculous act they were doing, because even sarcastically saying that the wizards they were talking about had a good name that didn't deserve the slander and scorn was so absurd that he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Of course, I'm happy to assist them in any legal manner by taking possession of any assets they might no longer have interest in off of their hands, and for a very reasonable sum at that."
"Reasonable," Astoria said as she appeared at the door. She let out a laugh that was really more of a snort than anything else. "Right. And then you'll proactively submit notice on how you're going to provide reasonable levels of access to the full history of those assets for a Ministry audit, along with a reasonable amount of the documentation you have been provided, right down to the last scrap of spare parchment."
"Exactly, my dear daughter," he said, smiling at her. "You know me so well. I consider it very reasonable to do these Lords the favor of assisting the Ministry in catching up on the many years of audits that must have slipped through the cracks during the chaos surrounding the war. I'd hate for them not to have upheld the high standards that Lords of their pedigree are so naturally gifted at maintaining." It was then that Harry joined the growing crowd in the room and offered his own input.
"This is great and all, and I'm glad you're all having a fun time amusing yourselves, but I don't think anyone understands how irritating our Minister is when he's excited about something," Harry said. "It was lovely when it was directed at the witch who earned it, but I'm not even involved in this investigation and he's still appearing in my bloody floo all afternoon like I need a play by play of how much progress is already being made. Apparently I have you two to thank for most of that, so...thanks." He had only been half-joking in his frustration, but they all laughed. "But thanks to the Minister, you'll need to come along too, Pansy. Now I have a task for you that needs to be completed before dinner is ready."
"A reward," Narcissa said with a laugh.
"If it was what you were suggesting, it would be stress relief for me thanks to all of the stress I have mostly thanks to her," he said.
"Like I said. A reward," Narcissa said primly, nodding her head. Harry had to grin at her.
"Maybe," he said. "And if that was the case, I'd say if I ever find out what Lady sent those boxes upon boxes of documents that had the Minister so ecstatic this afternoon, she'd have a similar task to look forward to in her future." He smacked Pansy's arse, which sent her scurrying off excitedly with reddened cheeks and an eager smile. "Yes, you'll be coming along too, Miss Granger. I figure you helped out plenty with this project, and that makes at least some of the irritation this afternoon your responsibility as well."
"And what of the Lord who surely must have done the same?" Narcissa asked. Harry rolled his eyes at her.
"I doubt you two didn't bloody sit in one of your offices all afternoon," he said, looking between Narcissa and Edmund. "You can pay up twice, Lady Black. Once for your actions, and once for letting him do this."
"Maybe his wife can pay his share," Narcissa suggested. Harry laughed.
"Maybe she can," he agreed, "if you're in the mood to share the responsibility with her."
"Well, perhaps he did less than he's really suggesting," the Lady Black said. "But I'm sure his wife would be happy to assist you in whatever manner you like as it is."
"I daresay that the ship has sailed as far as that working on me, Narcissa," Edmund drawled.
"I suppose it has," she said. "It's difficult to get you riled up about your wife joining my Lord Black in bed when you just go and shag the veela mother of your girlfriend, who happens to be a prominent Lady in her own country."
"That certainly hasn't hurt matters for either of us, has it?" he said, laughing.
"I can't say it has, no," Narcissa agreed.
--
Pansy moaned and then squealed as a firm spank landed on her arse, which was already a light red. Harry had her naked save for her heels, and she was lying over his lap to serve as the outlet for his stress relief. She knew there wasn't much legitimate stress relief required there. Narcissa was right about that, but everyone had known that from the beginning. She was still happy to have him spank her.
Her girlfriend was happy about it too, and happy to watch on. Like Pansy, she was wearing only her heels, which was a state of undress they were both familiar with by now. It was their standard attire whenever they were in his office these days. Being over his lap was standard by now too, but this was a more playful spanking than the usual one, which was always hard and real, and incredible in its own way. She was plenty happy to only get a few firm spanks before he gave her some attention with his fingers between her legs though.
If there was any downside to this, it was that he'd teasingly left her on the edge several times already, and it hadn't even been much more than twenty spanks yet. She was already desperate, and he'd teased her about how she was behaving like he hadn't shagged her and her girlfriend right through their lunch break and then some that very day.
She squealed a few more times before arching her back and spreading her legs as she felt his fingers return. Pansy moaned loudly while he fingered her, but whined as they withdrew right when she needed them most. He got a few more loud squeals out of her this way before he chuckled and glanced in the direction of the door.
"Everyone's trying to listen in," he commented. "If you get much louder, they'll be able to. I didn't silence the office, and shutting the door only does so much for the sound." Pansy blushed, but the idea of everyone else hearing her was definitely exciting. "Come over here, kneel and kiss your girlfriend, Miss Granger. You'll be able to do more than that soon enough, but you're moving around so much that it seems like you're about to fall out of that chair."
Hermione, who really had been shifting from side to side and crossing and uncrossing her legs, hurried over to kneel. She put both hands on Pansy's cheeks and desperately kissed her. Pansy squealed into the kiss but never stopped returning it just as frantically while Harry gave her a few more spanks.
"Now you can do what you're most looking forward to," he said. He effortlessly lifted Pansy up and had her sitting in his lap, her back against his broad, muscular chest while he gently choked her with one hand and lifted her leg up and wide with the other. Hermione dove in eagerly between her legs, and Harry sucked on Pansy's neck.
"You're such a good girl," he told her. This, combined with her girlfriend's loving, unblinking gaze, sent her spiraling into her hardest orgasm in weeks, and she'd had some orgasms that defied description in the last few weeks, including earlier that very day. She barely stayed conscious throughout it, and it wasn't because of any choking. That had stopped at some point, and she realized now that it was so he could hold her head instead. She didn't know if she had failed and squirmed around in his lap or if it had dropped down on its own. Maybe it was the first followed by the second. Maybe the first happened, and the second would have if he hadn't grabbed her head like this.
These were small details, unimportant compared to her orgasm and the way her girlfriend's face and even some of her brown hair was visibly soaked by it. Pansy's legs were trembling, and she squealed as Hermione dove in and sucked on her sensitive clit. It was almost too much, but it was perfect at the same time. Pansy loved how direct and intense this pleasure was. Many witches found it to be far too much, and her girlfriend knew that and used it to send Pansy straight back into a silently screaming orgasm. The silence was thanks to Harry, who had put his hand back on her throat and was choking her more legitimately this time.
She must have come close to passing out somewhere in there, because she blinked her eyes open and came to with Hermione giggling.
"So beautiful," Hermione said. Pansy felt her face heat up, and Hermione grinned so lovingly that her heart fluttered. That happened quite a few times each day, but this one was a bit more intense than the standard fluttering.
"Get me out and put me inside your girlfriend, Miss Granger," Harry said. "Then you're to climb up here. I'm going to relax, and you're going to figure out how you'll move those sexy hips of yours to get me and your girlfriend off. Surely you'll be right there to join us, based on what I'm seeing."
Hermione had done so in mere moments, and Pansy cried out in pain and delight as Harry's huge cock stretched her open. It had only been hours since she'd had it inside of her, but there was no adapting to this length and girth, nor did she want to adapt to it. Hermione took a second to figure it out, but after a shift from Pansy and with Harry's hands on his best friend's arse to assist her, she got those hips moving wonderfully. Pansy moaned into his girlfriend's mouth as they began the slow march to an incredible end.
She had no idea how long they went on like that, Harry fucking and Hermione humping. She knew that her insides were burning with pleasure she hadn't felt in Merlin knew how long, if ever, but she knew she still had a good bit more to go before she got to explode. But when Hermione stopped kissing her and screamed with delight, she eagerly sucked on her girlfriend's exposed neck. It was at that point she realized that someone else had entered the office.
The Black Family ring let her see what the hair in her face was blocking. Namely, it informed her who was behind her girlfriend and tugging on those perky pierced nipples. Then a pair of hands gently choked her from behind, and those hands were too small and soft to be Harry's. They made her gurgle and buck much harder alongside her girlfriend, who was still grinding and screaming in delight.
"What a good girl you've turned into," Daphne said.
"I agree," Harry said.
"It would've been such a shame if so much talent and beauty had been wasted," Narcissa said. Pansy blushed hard for what felt like the millionth time that day. Hermione slumped into her, and Harry's hands took on a much more active role in keeping those hips moving, just like he had been before the orgasm.
"Inside me, sir!" Pansy managed to gasp. "Please!" Harry laughed.
"We're still a while away from that, Miss Parkinson," he said. "But you don't need to worry about that. You'll enjoy that plenty tonight, and when we're away too." She moaned, and watched Daphne kiss Harry.
"Cissa was mean, sir," Daphne said after breaking the kiss. "She didn't even consider having a game of chance to decide who got to fuck this good little witch's girlfriend first." Hermione's loud moan, which was quickly followed by one from Narcissa, indicated that Narcissa had already begun doing exactly that. Harry chuckled and shook his head.
"This chair is getting a bit small," he said. He waved his wand to solve that problem. "Come sit beside me and wait your turn, love." Daphne grinned happily and leaned in against him in the now expanded chair.
"You'll get spoiled plenty tomorrow, dear," Narcissa said through a moan as she fucked Hermione. "You can live with going second right now." Daphne beamed in excitement at what tomorrow held for her, not that Pansy was in any right state to see it or think about it at this point.
"I suppose this is stress relief, after all," Daphne said. "You were right all along."
"It's working well," Harry agreed. "I'm feeling pretty relaxed now."
--
Daphne spun around, looking in the mirror and admiring the way the dress made her arse look. Nodding in approval, she turned back around and examined the top again. She looked at her reflection for several moments before adjusting the amount of cleavage she was showing. Tasteful was the key. Tasteful, but still tantalizing.
This was already the fourth time she'd made an adjustment since she'd put the dress on a few minutes earlier, as if she hadn't thoroughly checked it from every conceivable angle before each adjustment. She'd also put it on in private before because she just couldn't help it. She knew full well that the many charms Lavender had applied to the already beautiful gown made these adjustments unnecessary. The magic in this gown was going to make sure that it adjusted to offer the ideal look she was going for without her needing to do a thing.
That was not an inexpensive set of charms, though it wasn't as if she'd paid for them. If anyone doubted Lavender's skill and thought of her as nothing more than an airhead despite the successful business she was running, they would be truly idiotic if they continued to believe that even knowing that Lavender could apply such complex beauty charms to her garments without affecting the quality of the material and make them last.
Daphne could apply those charms as well, but she would freely admit that it was a tedious process even with her obvious proficiency in charms. It was such a tedious and complex process that she never really bothered with going through the effort, but Lavender utilized these charms that few seamstresses could offer, and she made them look mundane and simple to apply. Lavender Brown deserved all of her success, without a doubt.
Adjusting and fidgeting this much was very out of character for Daphne, even when she was as excited about something as much as she was excited about obtaining her Mastery. She didn't lack for confidence, so usually she went in expecting that she would achieve what she set out to. As a result, her moments of accomplishment usually didn't carry as much excitement for her as they did for most people.
That being said, this one did get her feeling this way, even though she'd already known she'd earned the required approval for her Mastery what felt like ages ago. It was just the finalization and the presentation of it that had been dragged out, and all because she'd been hit by the worst timing possible. There had been a swap of the board of the charms guild, and obviously the chairman of said board was the one who gave the presentations. Nothing was ever quick in the world of politics, but when they spanned across nearly the whole of the magical world that the guilds governed like this, it took much longer than usual. It was fortunate that she had such a wonderful personal life with so many exciting things happening, because she might have gone insane with frustration otherwise. But she'd had too much to enjoy and be happy with to dwell on the slow process of receiving her Mastery very often. There were times she almost forgot all about it, in truth.
The ridiculous wait had led to this current moment, where she was feeling anticipation like she'd never felt before. The anticipation was as much about relief as it was about excitement. Seeing Harry's Mastery on display, which she and the other girls of course had forced him to continue displaying in his home office, hadn't been the issue. Amusingly, he'd tried to put it in a drawer like it was something not worth displaying, before they all thoroughly disabused him of that notion.
He'd gotten his Defense Mastery, which was far more based on practical application than hers, easier than anyone else could have. Rumor had it that he'd found out he could just challenge people who had already attained Mastery, and he'd almost been tricked into dueling several of the top Masters at the same time. After making such short work of them, nothing more had needed to be demonstrated to prove that he was a Master.
Hermione had gotten her Mastery in transfiguration faster than her by six months, but that had just been the approval, and now it had been a full year before the finalization and awarding of it. Other than Hermione and Harry, no one else in her peer group had gotten their Mastery as quickly as Daphne was about to, even with the delay in the actual awarding of it. Daphne had no problem being third. Harry was Harry, and Daphne had no interest in trying to match Hermione's intense level of commitment. Even Hermione herself had admitted that pursuing her Mastery so relentlessly had been a poor choice, and it had necessitated pushing herself harder than she should have. But she'd needed a distraction for those first couple of years following the war, and it had probably been better to drive herself crazy through that effort as opposed to focusing on some of her darker memories of the war and the situation with her parents' memories, which had fortunately since been resolved thanks to Harry.
"You look beautiful," Harry said as he came in and hugged her around the waist from behind. He kissed the back of her neck, and she smiled. "You all do, of course, now and always. But none of our beautiful girlfriends could quite match you at this very moment. That smile is special, and it makes you look even more stunning than you usually do." Daphne laughed.
"You really can't avoid saying the most sickeningly sweet things, can you?" she said. Harry laughed back and kissed her behind the ear.
"No, I can't," he admitted. "I don't want to try, either. Now, are you ready?"
"Merlin, yes," she said, nodding. She saw him grinning in the mirror.
"Good," he said, though neither of them took a step just yet. After a pause, he continued. "You know, having Lavender's fist time tonight, on your night—"
"Sounds amazing to me," Daphne said quickly, cutting him off. If he was about to suggest that they postpone it so the focus wasn't on her, she was going to stamp that idea out instantly. "There will be plenty of time for me to get everything I need from you tonight, Lavender or no Lavender. It's not like you'll even be soft at the end of the night. And celebrating with her will be so much fun!" Harry laughed before she could say anything else in favor of Lavender joining in on the fun tonight.
"I was going to say that her first time with us being tonight is actually pretty fitting considering how much you've enjoyed that sort of thing in the past," he said. "But I assumed you'd be going before her, or anyone else." She gave him a look and nodded.
"Yes, I'll be going first," she said. "I should think that didn't need to be said. I'll also be going third, and fifth. Perhaps I'll take a little break and let a couple of others have their turn before I step back in at the 8th. But I'll probably want to go again soon after that, so going 10th sounds good too."
"At least you're not demanding or anything," he quipped. "That sounds like more than I can manage in a single night."
"Do you really believe that?" Daphne asked, giving him her best sultry stare. "Even with so many beautiful, horny witches around to stir your interest?"
"Fuck no," Harry said, his voice almost a growl as he squeezed her arse and made her giggle. "It might sound ridiculous to someone who's never shared a night with us, but you and I know differently." He gave a quick peck on the lips before pulling back.
"Oh, you missed the amusement," she said, suddenly remembering that she'd forgotten to tell him about her interaction with Lavender. "You'd have thought I gave Lavender some precious gift in inviting her to join us. When she came over earlier to help us get ready, she was almost as excited as I am about being shagged properly."
"I was told about that already, actually," Harry said, smiling. "I also saw her almost trip over her own feet when she ran to the floo, and her exit was far from graceful. You're not the only one who was entertained by it. Astoria and Narcissa are still teasing her about how she hadn't figured out that she would be coming." He looked at his watch. "We really should get going, though. I have no real clue about all of this socializing stuff, but I'm pretty sure that the idea of being fashionably late doesn't really apply here."
"You're not wrong," she said. She took his hand and let him lead her out of the room. "Thank you for escorting me, sir." They walked down the stairs of their wonderful new home en route to her celebration. "Before we arrive, are we going to discuss how a guild that is now headed by a Frenchman ever managed to decide on holding this presentation in Britain in general, let alone decide that it was a good idea with the current political situation not being fully resolved yet? And all that despite Sebastian having more impact with his work in France than even my father could have believed himself able to achieve here in Britain, this being the first celebration the Frenchman in question was the head of the guild for, and—"
"You said I spend too much time on everything going on," he said, cutting her off before she could finish running through the list of reasons why it was highly unusual for the presentation to be held here. "Are you really suggesting that I found the time to try and exert any influence here? How would I even be able to gain that kind of influence over the charms guild, anyway?"
"It's funny, I used to think I could tell the difference, but these days I'm not sure if your denials are really denials, or if they're meant to be confirmations," she said. "You're too good when it matters for me to think the poor attempts are genuine, rather than you just amusing yourself by confirming it while still making me force you to confirm it properly."
"I know the wizard somewhat," he said vaguely. "I was requested to consult on a case he was a target in, and if I'm being honest, it was one of my better ones. He owed me enough of a favor after that for me to at least get him to speak with Kingsley, but that was the extent of my involvement in it. Our Minister is rather good at politicking these days, much to his displeasure."
"I suppose that's one reason that the two of you get on so well," Daphne said, rolling her eyes.
"He still finds it far less tiresome than I do," he said, amused. "He's always been much better about being diplomatic than I could ever be. You're not wrong, though."
"Well, you are a unique case, dear," she said, patting his cheek. "You also don't seem to mind when you're playing the political game for the benefit of any of us, which is much appreciated." He kissed her lips and lifted her up by her arse.
"That's very different," he murmured, "though I do owe Kingsley a favor for letting me avoid doing the convincing myself."
"Don't believe a word that comes out of my best friend's mouth," Hermione drawled as they made it down the stairs. "It's all lies. He was absolutely in that meeting."
"Your arse is getting spanked every day this week," Harry said flatly while staring Hermione down.
"You should know by now that isn't a threat for her, dear," Daphne said. "Or for any of us, for that matter." Harry groaned.
"Fine," he conceded. "But another word out of you, Miss Granger, and you'll find this week very difficult, as it should be without any orgasms." That got Hermione to squeak in actual nervousness, and Daphne laughed.
"I already knew you were fibbing, love," Daphne said. "I'm sure you already know that. But if you want to deny her just to get some entertainment out of it, I'm all for that."
"Is that what you want one of your many rewards to be?" Harry asked. "If so, I can make that happen." Daphne smirked and relished the genuinely worried look on Hermione's face for a moment before she shook her head.
"Mmm, no, I don't think so," she said. "I have too many other ideas that are better." Hermione sighed in relief. "But I think it's fair if we say that she has no leash left, so to speak."
"Sounds like fun," Harry said. "You hear that, Miss Granger? Do behave. Or don't; whatever. We'll have fun either way."
--
Daphne grinned widely as she headed over towards Astoria and Lavender. Her presentation was done, her mastery was now official at last, and the social event taking place afterwards was well underway. It was close to the end, in fact, all thanks to Merlin. Everything had certainly been nice, of course. She didn't care whatsoever about guild politics and never would, so the night had been free of that side of it for her. She'd just chatted with people who she wanted to chat with, and she admittedly enjoyed reveling in all of the praise she received for her work. That was wonderful to hear after it had taken longer than was typical to get everything finalized. It had all been amazing, as she really hadn't expected to receive that level of legitimate praise for her work from the guild as a whole. Still, she was ready to go.
"I think it's time to go help Lavender pack for the trip," she said once she reached the other girls. This was news to Lavender, whose head jerked towards her.
"Oops," Astoria said, grinning. "I may have forgotten to mention that. Sorry!"
"What a shock," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "I should have made sure to mention it to Narcissa as well." She looked at Lavender. "Parvati's already let us know that she's seeing to the store, so we know you're free to join us." Lavender opened her mouth, but Daphne wasn't going to hear it. "Not a word, Lav," she said more seriously. "Or we can discuss the fact that you're also going to be moving in with us. No, you don't have a choice, and I'm sure you know why." Lavender stared at her, mouth hanging open as she blushed.
"Fuck," she eventually managed to mumble. "Does Harry know about this yet?"
"He doesn't know about it from any of us," Daphne said, shrugging. "But now that you're one of us, you'll quickly realize that he seems to know everything, whether we tell him or not."
"It's a big part of why he's such an amazing auror," Astoria said, with the wisdom of a woman who'd worked beside him (or underneath him, more accurately, both figuratively and literally) for quite some time. "It's frightening how easy he notices things, and connects the tiniest, most insignificant dots to figure out what's going on." Lavender groaned.
"If I agree with this without complaining about you lot springing it on me like this, will you help me avoid having that conversation with him?" Lavender asked.
"I'm afraid not, Miss Brown," Harry said. Daphne jumped in surprise, to say nothing of Lavender's flinch. Where had he even come from? "Having this very conversation with you is at the top of my list of things that need to be taken care of." Lavender blushed at being called Miss Brown, visibly excited despite the situation she'd been swept up in. Harry obviously would have expected that reaction from her, and it would have been why he'd called her that instead of Lavender. It had been his way of balancing out her nerves and anxiety, and it was effective. Daphne grinned at Astoria, who was already waggling her eyebrows. Both sisters were thinking the same thing, which was how similar this dynamic already looked to the one Harry had with Hermione and Pansy.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Lavender muttered.
"It won't be a lecture, don't worry," Harry said, chuckling. "I understand the reasons why this happened, and the one I have an issue with is admittedly something I'm trying to improve on with myself. But I have the assistance of four lovely girlfriends for that, who are very patient with me until I manage to annoy them. There are plenty of other people who will be happy to tell me when I'm being an idiot too." He paused and chuckled.
"I understand that you haven't had that," he continued. "We're just going to make sure that I'm not missing any details here, and then we'll deal with helping you handle it differently next time. I'm sure you've already heard how we deal with things like this by now. That's also what we're going to do any time you need it for any other reason from now on too, understood?"
Lavender nodded and shut her mouth, and Daphne laughed at her. Others from outside their group had come not all that close to them, but close enough that she could use it as a weak excuse to stay silent and let the conversation die off for the moment.
"Great," Harry said before looking at Daphne. "Now, it's almost time to go, right? I'll suffer through more if need be, but you look even more eager than I feel, love." She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but grin widely.
"Yes, love," she confirmed. "Come with me while I make my rounds and say my goodbyes, and then we can escape." She took him by the hand and led him off.
--
Lavender looked around, and once she was satisfied that they wouldn't be overheard, she exhaled.
"How the fuck does he do that?" she murmured aloud. "I can't remember ever fantasizing about wanting to be submissive before, but bloody hell, my legs shake when he calls me Miss Brown in that low, dead fucking sexy voice like that!"
"That was nothing," Astoria said. "To quickly get back on topic before they get back, you should know how lucky you are. Narcissa was ready to tear you a new arsehole when she found out you were living out of your bloody store." Lavender blushed again, and Daphne's little sister laughed. "Don't worry. Harry, unsurprisingly, was far more understanding. It's exactly the kind of thing the old Harry would have been a big enough idiot to do, rather than just ask anyone for something. His understanding means you'll avoid Narcissa's frustration. That's a good thing for you, too, because that wouldn't have been fun like his discipline will be. She was genuinely irritated and didn't care at all that the wards on your store were better than the ones your flat would've had." Lavender grimaced.
"Don't look upset," Astoria said quietly. She looked around and took Lavender by the hand to lead her off. "Harry calmed Cissa down like only he can, and now your sex life is about to become amazing beyond your wildest dreams." She tapped her chin. "Maybe you should be worried, though. I doubt you've thought about how sex with anyone outside of our group is about to be ruined forever for you, have you? Not to brag, but we practice a lot, and I like to think we've gotten pretty good at it by now." Lavender giggled at the girl's grin, as well as the obviously ridiculous understatement going on.\
"I have thought about that, actually," Lavender admitted. "I've always been a live for the moment type of person, so for me, having the best once is worth it."
"Well, once isn't all you're getting, so don't make any plans," Astoria said with a laugh.
--
Lavender stared in wide-eyed amazement at Gabrielle's perfect arse swaying in the air. That alone would have mesmerized her, but the reason that little veela's unbelievable arse was swaying was that she was kneeling with her head between Lavender's legs as she eagerly pleasured her and made her moan, which obviously made it even better.
Lavender had never been humble about her body, and her arse was as perfect as it got in her opinion. It was very large and jiggly, but firm at the same time. She was very pleased with her arse as well as her curves, and she loved how easily she could keep her stomach flat and her body nice and tight in general. She'd heard plenty of admiring comments about her body from wizards and witches alike, so she knew she didn't have an inflated or undeserved view of her attractiveness. But as she stared at Gabi's arse, she knew and accepted that this sexy little veela's bum made hers look merely average in comparison.
There was a reason Lavender was eager to take every chance she could just to look at it, and she felt hypnotized as she watched it and had the younger witch between her legs. But all of that aside, this wasn't why her eyes were so wide. She had witnessed many things already tonight that were outrageous. All of the others, aside from little Gabi, could swallow Harry's massive cock whole. And while it was clear how much they had to fight against their bodies to make it happen, complete with the gagging and trembling and everything else you'd expect, there was an ease about it with them too.
Even Gabi stuffed every bit she physically could into her mouth, and other than her, all of them had gotten his dick to bulge all the way down their throats. It was only possible due to magic; no muggle would be able to manage it with a dick that monstrous. Gabi couldn't do it even with magic, but given how petite she was, taking just over half of it looked even more physically impressive than the others throating it all. She'd also found ways to make Harry writhe while she sucked him, so Lavender had certainly not been any less amazed by watching Gabi's blowjob than she had been with any of the others.
Well, maybe Astoria's was a step above, but that wasn't even fair. She understood now what the others had been talking about with how wild Daphne's little sister was when it came to fucking. Astoria had fucked her own face harder than Lavender believed she herself would be able to manage having that cock fuck her, and it hadn't even looked like it was near her limits of what she could take. Lavender figured everything else they said about what she could do in that regard was true too, somehow.
After the oral demonstrations, she'd watched Daphne, Narcissa and Gabi all get shagged. It hadn't been a repeat of the last time, or what she'd walked in on. Those instances, which she'd thought were better than her best fantasies, were rushed and mediocre compared to the demonstrations Harry and those three gave her tonight. Merlin, how could someone shag for that long without cumming? How did someone have that many orgasms, and how could someone make another person cum repeatedly like that so easily?
All of that still wasn't much compared to what she was staring at now, and she wasn't the only one. Narcissa and Daphne were watching too, and moaning quietly as they kissed while recovering some energy. She was surprised they were even awake, let alone alert enough to kiss or watch what was happening. She could write off Gabi's recovery as part of her veela side, but those two barely looked more tired than she did despite having no veela blood whatsoever.
Lavender was glad Narcissa had put so much effort into warning her what this was going to look like. She'd thought it was ridiculous at the time. Now, though, she got why Narcissa warned her that whatever she saw happen between Astoria and Harry was not just what Astoria wanted but wouldn't even be close to what she would push for were it not for Harry keeping her more extreme tendencies under control. Daphne had looked in Lavender's direction moments ago, laughed at her stunned look and assured her that this was tame, and Harry was actively keeping Astoria even more under control than usual so as not to scare the newcomer Lavender off. It was true, too. Lavender could see that Astoria was getting frustrated by how much he was holding back, even though what Lavender was seeing was the roughest and physically wildest shag she would ever have been able to conjure up in her imagination.
Astoria's hair was yanked back so hard that Lavender would swear that her back was at risk of cracking at any moment, her arse was dark red from the spanks he'd given her while he fucked her, and she'd been choked at times until Lavender thought she should have fallen unconscious long ago. Lavender was certain her hips would be shattered and then healed afterwards, so violent were Harry's thrusts. And yet Astoria was howling in delight through it all, and visibly trying to convince him to do even more. He continuously denied the attempts though, and she was getting frustrated about it. She'd whined loudly about him not giving it to her rougher, just before she came yet again.
"She'll be fine," Astoria said as Harry flipped her over and pinned her knees by her head. He moved in to fuck her while folded in half. Lavender couldn't imagine how it would feel good to have a cock that massive slamming into them from that position, but she'd seen all of them cum from it over and over. "She'll see it anyway."
"Oh, give the needy girl a little bit more of what she wants," Narcissa said. "I'm tired of listening to her whine." Harry chuckled.
"Well, I think it's obvious enough to her by now that you want this, you shameless masochist," he said. He slapped her hard, and Lavender jerked back upon seeing it. Gabi seemed to expect this reaction from her, because her little hands pressed against Lavender's legs firmly enough that she didn't move much.
"She's fine, Lavender," Daphne said. "More than fine, in fact. Just look at her." Lavender did so, and there was no doubt that she was right. Even as Harry pinned her with a hand on her throat, pressed his body weight down on top of her and gave her a hard slap across the face every so often while fucking her so hard that Lavender couldn't believe it, there was no mistaking the ecstasy Astoria's face showed as she whined and writhed. It wasn't long before Lavender watched her tremble through the most powerful orgasm she'd ever seen.
"Why don't you let her watch, little princess?" Narcissa said. "She doesn't get to have an orgasm before she gets fucked, and you have her close again already." Lavender let out a little whine of her own as Gabi stopped, but Daphne yanked her up, held her from behind and gently choked her with one hand while the other roamed her body freely.
"For the record, even this is pretty mild for her," Daphne murmured. "She pushed Harry for months to whip her, you know." She laughed. "Yes, that's the level of masochism we're talking about with her. It is always her who pushes for more, without fail. You'll see. He loves it himself, but he worries about it, as if he doesn't have full control of it. She gets her way eventually, but he makes sure that it's only once her body is actually ready for it."
"Don't worry," Daphne said as she started sucking on her neck. "You won't get anything even close to those slaps unless you want them. But they can be fun when you're in the mood for them." Lavender looked at Daphne as much as she physically could at the moment, and the Slytherin grinned at her. "Oh, pay attention to this. This is definitely the end coming up. My slutty little sister is about to get a bit more of what she wants, and there's no way he's going to let that go on for long during your introduction to seeing it."
Lavender stared in amazement as Harry fucked Astoria behind while she had a belt around her neck. It was being used as a leash, or more like reins of some sort. Her tongue was visibly limp, but she came hard before she could reach the point of passing out. Harry let go of the belt promptly, pinned her down by the wrists and came himself. Lavender didn't understand how any of this was possible. No matter how much you loved it in the moment, how could you return to normal after something like that?
But then she watched the tender, loving aftercare, the soft words he spoke and how gentle he was as he held her and healed her. She visibly calmed and relaxed in his arms, cooing, and eventually Astoria started kissing him. They were somehow back to normal after that, or whatever passed for normal around here, anyway.
"You'd better leave my arse stinging, at least," Astoria said.
"And there we are," Daphne laughed. "Now you understand why we tease her about what she always wants. And I'm sure you understand why only Harry could ever make it happen, too." Lavender nodded.
"I don't get how he's able to do that, and then go back to being him," she mumbled.
"All of it is him," Daphne said. "But yes, I get what you mean. And now it's your turn." Lavender felt the butterflies in her stomach immediately, and they intensified as Harry headed over to her. Astoria moved even faster, happily plopping down beside them while looking even happier than she had at the start.
"Don't look so nervous, Lavender," Harry said, smiling at her. "It's just sex."
"I can't," she muttered, looking down. "Merlin, I'm going to be such a disappoint for you after all of them." Harry roughly kissed her, and Daphne sucked her neck and tweaked her nipples with her fingers.
"Mmm," Daphne whispered into her ear. "No, that's not possible. You're not going to be a disappointment. What you're going to be is a good girl for us. I'm celebrating tonight, after all, and it's time for my future husband to claim my gift for me." The way she worded that set Lavender on fire. Harry pulled away, and Daphne shifted her body and laid back so as to bring her down with her and not allow her to escape.
"Fuck," he said as he moved into position between Lavender's legs. "I'm the luckiest wizard alive." He said that, and even sounded like he believed it. But she was sure she was the lucky one.
"Try to relax, dear," Narcissa suggested, just before Harry shoved into her. Even though Lavender was wetter than she had ever been before, it was still agony.
"Good girl," Daphne said. "Take that huge, hard cock for me. Let him ruin you and claim you for us."
Lavender wrapped herself around him without realizing it, and it just kept going from there. She was certain that it was all about to end, and all of this thing would be inside of her, but it never happened. It just tore her deeper and deeper while she cried and dug her nails into his back. It did end up inside of her after what felt like an hour to her overtaxed mind. She couldn't breathe. It made her body adapt in ways that wouldn't have been possible without her magic passively assisting her, because that thing was definitely up above her navel inside.
"There we go," Harry said. "Fuck, she's so tight."
"Yes, I think we could piece that together based on her reaction," Narcissa said. "She looks like she's about to pass out if she doesn't breathe." Lavender gasped deeply, and they all laughed.
Harry began to slide in and out of her, and Daphne gave her a demanding kiss that clearly succeeded in making Lavender submit to her even more than she already had. She was helpless to refuse and happily gave in, letting Daphne do as she pleased to her while her boyfriend slowly started to fuck her. At some point it all shifted, and the agony was replaced by something infinitely better. It wasn't some slow, gradual shift, or maybe it had been gradual, and Daphne had just kept her distracted through it. Either way, Lavender was howling with delight the moment Daphne pulled away.
How could it hurt so much and then feel so good? The pain was still there, but the ecstasy that now accompanied it was unfathomable, even though he was still barely moving above a very easy pace by his standards. He just had a hand pressing down above her cunt, and the other hand behind her head and holding her by the hair. After all she'd seen, she knew how gentle he was being with her. He chuckled as he fucked her. She couldn't stop howling and moaning at what she was feeling, but he was comfortable enough to laugh.
"There we go," he said. "Now it's time for you to do something for us."
"Anything," she said desperately, looking up at him.
"Cum," he said. It was the way he stared at her and commanded her that made her realize how right his lovers had been about not being able to understand how it felt until that moment, and how she would be theirs as soon as it happened. The next thing that Lavender knew, other than burning, white-hot pleasure, was coming around to see him grinning with amusement at her even as desire brimmed in his eyes.
"If you want more of that, you're only going to get it if you're ours," Daphne said from behind her.
"You can have anything you want," Lavender said, not needing to think about it. "Anything, everything. I'm fucking yours." Daphne gave her a rough kiss.
"Good girl," Daphne said. "Now, it's time to get started." Lavender went to say how they'd damn sure already started, but then Harry thrust into her, Daphne kissed her again, and the other three girls had their hands and mouths all over her. It was then that she found out how far they really had been from starting in their minds, and why.
She was so fucked. Not just literally fucked, but fucked in every other amazing connotation that word could carry. She knew what she'd just promised, and now that they really had started, there was no turning back.
--
It was much later when Harry spanked Lavender's arse while she clawed at and bit the bedding, cumming yet again. She'd lost count of her orgasms so long ago that it felt like they'd started a whole new week since this started. She had heard them teasingly call him a sex god before, and she knew he didn't seem comfortable with it. That was why they said it, of course. It was typical that he would feel that way about that kind of title, considering all the titles he'd been given in his life. But if he was given this particular title for real, it would be the one he had more than earned.
Ginny Weasley didn't get this. Lavender had no idea what happened, but that poor witch had been stupid enough to give this up. Or maybe the rumors were true about how Ginny didn't know how to bring this out of him, and Harry being Harry, he didn't want to enjoy it unless she clearly indicated she wanted it. The rumors about Harry's sexual prowess had abounded more recently, somehow oddly accurate for people who were uninvolved, and yet significantly understated the reality of it. It wasn't as if there were many out there who weren't currently involved that knew firsthand what he could do. There weren't any, as far as Lavender knew. Now she could say that she was part of that exclusive group with firsthand knowledge of how great a fuck Harry Potter was, and she wouldn't complain one bit about winding up in this position thanks to Ginny's past mistakes.
"Who owns this cunt?" Harry asked, giving her a spank after she finished cumming.
"You, sir!" Lavender howled. A hard spank made her understand yet again that he didn't want to hear any abbreviated answer right now. He wanted what they knew was the truth about who owned her body, and it belonged to more than just him now. He might be the best of the lot, but his girlfriends weren't far behind him, and Daphne had clearly established how things were. "You all do, sir!"
"That's better," he said. "Now, I'm going to fill you up one last time for tonight."
Did he say tonight? It was the bloody morning already. She'd been fucked through all of it, not even permitted to pass out like his girlfriends had been, though she wasn't about to complain. This was the best part of it, too. His cum sprayed inside of her, so damn hot and thick, and it felt so good. It set her off one last time, and somehow he pumped just as much into her now as he had the first time. It gushed down her legs long before they both finished.
"I think that was a first time done properly," Harry said. He patted her arse and lifted her up. "Don't you, Miss Brown?" She nodded tiredly, and he chuckled. "No complaints that I've had the elves move you in while we were busy in here, then?" She shook her head with more energy than she knew she had left, though she got dizzy immediately afterwards since she really didn't have the energy to muster that gesture. "Good thing we're leaving for our vacation in the afternoon. I think the girls will end up packing for you, but still." He brought his mouth to her ear.
"It sort of feels like a waste of time to even bother," he murmured. "After all, it's gonna be pretty rare for you to be wearing anything at all this weekend. You'll be too busy screaming at least one of our names. Sometimes you might even be screaming all of them, one after the other.
Fuck, Lavender thought, shuddering in arousal as she got a glimpse at her weekend, and her long-term future.
--
Harry tossed the newspaper down onto the table while rolling his eyes, and the others laughed. Aella bent over to recite what was written on the front page.
"Harry Potter again displays the value of supporting your partners as the former Heiress Greengrass becomes Charms Mistress Greengrass with an impressive development in the field of—"
"Yes, I too can read," Harry said, interrupting her with a groan. He waited for the others to stop laughing before he continued. "I've certainly had far worse headlines written about me, but they'll surely stop one day, right?" Snickers and more laughter were all he got in return. Even Daphne seemed amused about the article being mostly about her connection to him. He sighed.
"Well, thank fuck we're heading off for a week, I guess," he said.