Edmund watched as Harry exhaled deeply and moved his head around in circles like he was trying to work out a kink in his neck. But Edmund was certain there was not actually any neck pain that needed to be worked out this time, just as he did not believe it had been there the three times Harry had already rolled his head like that. This, Edmund believed, was an anxious tic. He felt so confident in his answer because he felt that same anxiety as well and assumed he was probably displaying some anxious tics of his own without realizing he was doing them.
How could either of them not feel anxious? This was the moment, the one he had oddly been looking forward to until the day had actually arrived. Now that he was here, though, he felt like he would rather be anywhere else other than here, facing down the wizard who had nearly torn his family apart in pursuit of whatever sick and twisted goals had been brewing in his head.
Draco had been convicted in a private hearing before the full Wizengamot, but they had been put under oaths and vows of silence unheard of in their strictness, forced to comply under a law so ancient and obscure that even Edmund, as knowledgeable of wizarding laws and statutes as he was, had never heard of it.
Malfoy was insane, and even with the aid of magic to heal his mind to the extent that it could, he was too far gone to get any information out of him through conventional questioning. Thankfully, the truth serum pulled the answers out of him regardless, and the insane wizard had spared no detail as to all of his heinous deeds and the plans he'd laid out for the future. The truth had horrified even the most bigoted and evil of the Lords they hadn't yet managed to expose.
While his wider aims had been alarming, it was the numerous murders that ultimately got him his sentence. He'd lost his sanity long before he'd had the opportunity to enact any of his larger plans, and whoever he'd worked with was too intelligent and cautious to tell Draco his or her name or even give him any information that would leave clues to their identity in the event that Malfoy was questioned. Even with the use of truth serum, they'd been unable to find anything to lead them to whoever Draco had been working with.
Edmund knew that aspect of the questioning frustrated Harry to no end as a professional. At the same time, though, it also provided a measure of relief for all of them. It was clear that whoever had worked with Draco hadn't been foolish enough to stick with him once he lost his grip on whatever remained of his sanity. This would strongly suggest that they hadn't been interested in targeting Harry or anyone else in their group specifically. It seemed to be a safe assumption that they had used Malfoy as a pawn, a convenient tool to sow chaos.
Further backing that up was Harry commenting previously that he was pleasantly surprised with how competently the IWC was handling the investigation and questioning. Edmund was no auror, but he assumed this meant that Harry had a level of professional comfort that the evidence and questioning would suggest that any sinister plans that would have targeted him or his loved ones were dead, at least for the moment.
Harry groaned and stood up. "Time to go."
Edmund stood up and trailed behind him, clenching his fists as he took one last look at the horrible excuse for a man who had been the husband of his precious daughter. Even now, sitting in shackles, condemned, and with less than an hour remaining before he received the Dementor's kiss and then had his body tossed into the Veil for good measure, Draco Malfoy still managed to look arrogant. Despite knowing that he had less than an hour left to live, Edmund itched to wipe that arrogant look off of Malfoy's face for good. He only had minutes left, but what Edmund would give to reduce his life to its final seconds!
Did Harry realize Edmund's dark thoughts, or was it pure coincidence that he happened to physically place his body between him and the shackled dark wizard? Knowing Harry, it was almost certainly the former. Despite having even more reason to hate the insane wizard sitting there and with a lifetime of animosity between them, Harry looked remarkably calm and composed.
"Malfoy," Harry said simply. Draco looked at him and sneered, but Edmund could see the malice in his eyes.
"Decided to do a bit of gloating on your way out, Potter?" Draco spat, using Harry's name like it was a curse. His hatred of Harry had long been obvious, but the disdain and anger with which he said his name spoke to years of anger, bitterness, and resentment. Both Draco's mother and his ex-wife becoming Harry's lovers could only have added to that, though he'd been well into his mental breakdown before he'd learned about either of those developments.
"No, actually," Harry said, shaking his head. "Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm here now." He was quiet for a second, seemingly lost in thought as Draco glared at him. "Everyone has moved on. Once upon a time, I thought you would need to be gone for good before the healing process could even start. But really, other than making sure you faced justice for all the things you did, and tried to do, I can't say you impacted us at all after a while. In the end, you were actually irrelevant."
Draco did not like that at all. Whether Harry had deliberately sought to rile him up or was simply being blunt and truthful, being called irrelevant made Draco's eyes bulge and set off a crazed tirade of insults, curses, and threats toward Harry, Edmund, and the people they loved and cared about. Though his comments were vile, they oddly allowed Edmund to relax. Let this lunatic rant and rave and utter some bog standard shite about blood superiority and his rights as the last remaining Malfoy. In the end, he was just a deranged man spending his final hour of life shouting and cursing futilely while shackled. Edmund relaxed, and Harry just stood there silently, not showing any emotion as he waited for Draco to tire himself out with all his raging. After several minutes of a tirade that had seen Draco's words become almost incoherent at the end, he finally ran out of energy and let his head droop.
Harry spoke once he was done, returning to his original thought as if Draco's entire rant never happened. "I suppose I came just in case coming here was necessary for me to close this chapter of my life for good. Now that I'm here, though, it's obvious that it's not necessary at all. Honestly, maybe I really was the fool you believed me to be all along. I had to be stupid to ever believe the facade you created. I didn't need to come here to close the chapter because you never were a chapter at all. At best, you're a footnote." He shrugged. "What does it matter? You'll reap what you've sown, and I"ll—"
"Perfect, sanctimonious Potter," Draco interrupted. Harry laughed at that, and even Draco's anger and hatred receded for a moment because he was confused at how genuine Harry's laughter was.
"Perfect?" Harry shook his head. "No, definitely not. Maybe I can be a bit sanctimonious sometimes; I'll give you that one. Not that much, though, because I've never told you I pity you or feel sorry for you. I haven't talked about how your pathetic father fucked you up so badly that your mother couldn't save you, even by risking her own life to give you a chance at life. What did you do with that second chance she bought you? You became worse even than your father. You never deserved Narcissa's love, nor Astoria's. You deserved to lose them both, just as you deserve to lose your life." Harry shrugged. "I don't feel sorry for you, and I don't pity you. Lucius was a shite person, but you made the choices that led you here all on your own. Life often isn't fair, but you facing the consequences of your actions is fair and just."
Harry turned away from Draco and looked at Edmund. "I've said all I need to say," he said to Edmund, completely ignoring Draco's fresh outburst. "It's your turn. Do try to remember that you can't finish him off yourself. Don't get yourself in trouble. Leave him to the Dementors and the Veil." Edmund glanced at Draco, who was raving and getting spittle on his face in his rage.
"No need," he said, shaking his head and turning away from the man who had brought so much pain to his family for years. "I think we're done here."
"You have every right to have something to say to him," Harry said, giving him a look. "I didn't need the closure like I thought I did, but I'd understand if you need it."
"I know you would," Edmund chuckled. "But I realize now that I don't need it any more than you do. Nothing that I could say to him would bring me even a fraction of the satisfaction that taking that time and spending it enjoying life with our family will. In the end, a few difficult years for our family led to what I hope will be well over a century of wonderful ones. I learned not to take those happy years for granted, or waste moment of them. And cursing Draco Malfoy out would just be a waste of my time, in the end. He no longer matters."
"And most importantly, Puddlemere plays in 15 minutes," Harry joked.
"Yes, there is that, too," Edmund agreed with a laugh.
It was an anticlimactic end to what had been a tumultuous period of his life, and yet Edmund couldn't be more pleased. Really, a climactic end was exactly what you didn't want with this sort of thing. No matter how satisfying the fantasy of vengeance might have been in the lead-up to this, it was clear to him now that there was no better outcome than all of them truly moving past it and looking forward, and that was where they were at now.
Besides, there was plenty of satisfaction to be had in the way Draco was even more incensed that they genuinely weren't sparing him a thought as they left. For a man like Draco, who had always strutted about arrogantly and believed that he was superior to everyone else, being ignored and deemed irrelevant was nearly as bad as the end that awaited him when his final hour drawing breath had expired.
"They're coming, Potter!" Draco shouted as they walked away. They were the first coherent words he'd spoken since his wild screaming started after Harry called him irrelevant, and Harry stopped to listen with his back turned. "The angels of fire are coming! You'll never be free!"
Harry turned briefly, and Edmund noted the change in his expression that only lasted until he was looking Malfoy's way. Edmund had seen that look on his face before, and seeing it now reminded him that if it came down to it, Harry Potter would tear down every mountain, run every ocean dry, and snuff out every last constellation in the sky if that was what it took to protect those who he considered to be his family.
"I know they are, Malfoy," Harry said with a smile. That was all he gave Draco before he turned away and walked out of the room with Edmund.
"Angels of fire," Harry muttered after they were out of the room. "Bloody hell, what a way to describe a veela. Let's make sure that phrase never makes it anywhere near the ears of your French girlfriend or her mother, yeah?"
Edmund snickered. "Agreed. Their egos can only inflate so much before it gets dangerous." They walked in silence for a moment. "You seem aware that there had been contact—" he began before Harry chuckled. Edmund cut his sentence off as the realization struck him. "Of course. I'm disappointed in myself for not realizing that was your loophole before now."
"Well, in your defense, it was a loophole that I didn't plan for or expect," Harry said with a smile. "It's still a convenient one, though. And to be honest, I wouldn't have found it so easy to step away from being directly involved, conflict of interest or not, without that little loophole. It would've taken an official order from Kingsley or Tonks to make me back down otherwise. It was a bit too personal for me to feel comfortable leaving it without some oversight, no matter how much I trust Tonks and our top aurors."
"How much did the veela get out of whatever arrangement they had with Malfoy?" Edmund asked quietly. Harry snorted.
"He wasn't in a state to be much use to them by the time they actually communicated," Harry said. "But there's always some benefit in knowing what won't work, and he showed that to them in a few different ways, fool that he is. I'm comfortable with how things are being handled, and I'm glad Draco seemed to think I hadn't connected the dots. He thought that saying that was going to be a big moment, a final chance for him to take a dig at me, but I was glad he believed that. It makes me think the veela group he was dealing with think the same thing."
"Where are they now?" Edmund asked. Harry shot him an amused smile.
"Haven't you heard? The French government confirmed that they're complying and cooperating fully," Harry said. Edmund rolled his eyes at the patent non-answer.
"There are five minutes until the match starts," he said. "If I miss a second of the match, I'm telling Fleur to refer to herself as an angel of fire every time she's in your presence."
"Playing dirty, is it?" Harry laughed. "Officially, we don't know where they are, because we're not tracking them. The real answer is that they're in Belgium. But they're not doing anything, and Sebastian has them in a bind, so we don't need to take any action. If they do plan on continuing, we will know."
--
Narcissa groaned, feeling the ache in her muscles as she put her clothes back on after her shower. Curse the interest in physical exercise that they'd all developed!
Hermione and Pansy introduced the physical exercise to their group, and the easily noticeable physical changes in the two witches had inspired the rest to follow suit. That was fine, in and of itself, and Narcissa didn't mind putting in the effort to improve her physical attractiveness and fitness. But for a woman who'd grown up a daughter of House Black and later married into the Malfoys, physical exertion had never been a part of her life. She didn't struggle to keep up with the others while it was happening, but she did not enjoy the soreness that accompanied the hard work, even if it only lasted for a brief period. She doubted she would have had the dedication to stick with it if she was a muggle and did not have access to magical methods that allowed her to alleviate the pain more quickly.
Despite the whinging she permitted herself to do in her head, she was glad Hermione and Pansy introduced this to her. She felt healthier and fitter, her magic came easier than ever before and left her less exhausted when she cast more powerful spells. Her body even looked better than ever, something that her lovers were not shy about expressing to her.
When she came back downstairs, she found two of her girlfriends curled up on either side of their father. She smiled fondly, knowing that Daphne and Astoria found their father's presence comforting. It was a reminder that their family was whole once again.
Narcissa also looked out through the large glass doors and saw her other girlfriend far off in the distance, flying her broom with her father out to join her. That it wasn't Harry with Gabrielle was obvious, and not just because the man in question was sitting a few feet away from where Narcissa was standing. The difference in speed between Gabi and her father wasn't even close. Their little princess really was an amazing flier.
"I'm surprised you didn't come down the stairs complaining about being sore," Harry said, looking her way and grinning. That got laughs from both Daphne and Astoria, and Edmund chuckled as well despite trying to look innocent.
"Yes, yes, laugh it up," Narcissa said weakly, giving them a frustrated look.
"Come on," Harry said, rising to come to her. "I think I have enough time to give you a massage." Narcissa grinned at the Greengrass sisters, deciding that her complaints about her soreness had a nice unintended side benefit. Daphne just smirked at her, and Astoria laughed and shook her head. Narcissa ignored their amusement. They could have their fun; she was the one following Harry up the stairs for a massage.
She happily stripped down and flopped onto their bed, smiling in anticipation as she felt Harry climb onto the bed with her and get into position. His hands got to work massaging her body, and she made a contented sigh. Merlin, this felt so good!
"You're too tense for this to just be soreness from working out, Cissa," he said quietly. She said nothing, only groaning as his hands hit a particularly sore spot on her right leg. He continued to rub her leg for a bit, making it down to her toes before he continued. "Are you going to speak to me about it, or—"
Narcissa sighed. "Well, I can hardly demand that you tell us what is on your mind and not do the same, now, can I?" Harry hummed in agreement but said nothing more, continuing his work with his hands and waiting patiently for her to be ready to speak. Eventually, she got there. "It's finally over, for good. And as much as I thought I'd already worked through everything before now, I should have known I was just convincing myself that it was true." She fell silent again, but Harry did not press her. He continued to lovingly massage her body, and his comforting hands helped her continue.
"I'm not upset at myself, so you don't need to worry about reassuring me in that regard," she said. "I know, and accept, that I did all I could for him. I was willing to give my life for his at one point. I'm not even upset that I love everything that's finally come from it now. I wouldn't give up what we have, even to change what happened. Maybe that's selfish, but it's how I feel, and I don't even feel guilty for it." She paused again, and Harry gave a wordless sound, encouraging her to continue while he massaged her left leg. Narcissa sighed and closed her eyes.
"It's not even him I'm angry with," Narcissa continued. "More than anything, I'm angry at Lucius. Not only did he ensure I couldn't be a proper mother to him, no matter how hard I tried, but—but he took away any chance I could do so ever again when he delved so deeply into dark magic. For some reason, that's only now sinking in fully." She let out a decidedly unsexy sniff and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She felt angry at Lucius and even angry at herself for getting so emotional over something she'd realized many years before she'd ever even met her true love. Realizing that she was sterile as a result of all that dark magic permeating her home and Draco was the only child she would ever birth was a bitter pill to swallow at first. But she'd had a long time to accept it; she thought she had accepted it long before she first had sex with Harry, let alone fell in love with him. Even when her sexual relationship with Harry became something more genuine and meaningful, she'd done so with full knowledge that no children could ever result from it. She wasn't sure why it hit her so hard now, in particular, when she'd long ago accepted that Draco was too far gone to save, but the bitter feelings welled in her chest regardless.
Harry lay down beside her and rolled her over to face him. Immediately, she hugged him tightly and began to cry. She hadn't wanted to get emotional, nor had she expected to. But she supposed she should have known better. She'd lost her son years ago, in truth, but this wasn't just about him. It was about lamenting the failure of the only chance she would ever have at being a mother. Harry held her and let her cry until she sniffled and managed to speak again.
"And now I have someone I want to experience that with," she got out. "I have a man who I love, who I want to spend my life with and raise a family with. But the man I never wanted made that impossible." More tears spilled, and Harry held her tighter. Eventually, she managed to pull herself together and kissed his chest. "But I'm lucky. I'll get to experience it all quite a few times through Daphne, Astoria, and Gabrielle, when they're ready to grow our family. There's no need for me to be this emotional." She reached up and wiped the tears she'd silently shed before kissing him. "So, neither of us will be getting upset about this, love. We won't give the ghosts of my past that satisfaction." Harry kissed her deeply.
"We'll figure something out," he murmured. Narcissa laughed and rubbed his back.
"Don't, love," she said. "Not everything can be fixed, not even by you." Harry shook his head.
"I refuse to accept that," he said. "Not without trying, at least. And I know that not nearly enough effort has been put into finding a solution for this problem for me to be satisfied that we've exhausted every option."
"You might waste every last knut you have chasing after a solution that doesn't exist," she said, smiling weakly.
"Then I'll do just that." Harry gave her a soft kiss. "Worst case, any effort and money we put into research will inevitably lead to finding cures and treatment for other medical issues, even if we don't find anything for this. If we spent a century of time and a dozen fortunes, and that was all we had to show for it, I could live with that. Either way, I'm going to try." Narcissa wiped her eyes and gave him another passionate kiss. This one was much longer than the gentle kiss he'd given her moments earlier, and much steamier as well.
"Are we going to pretend that you haven't directed a ridiculous amount of gold at this problem already?" she asked after pulling back from the kiss. "I don't think we were even close to being in what could reasonably be considered a relationship at that point. You were just shagging me, and yet you still started looking into my issue as soon as you learned about it."
"We don't have to pretend anything," Harry said with a laugh. "It was never hidden, love. There wouldn't have been a point. You see every last thing about our families, as you know, so there's no pretending about anything going on. I will be spending more gold on it now, though."
"You're too good for me," she murmured into his neck. "But I'm happy to be selfish and enjoy it." Harry chuckled, and she gasped into his neck as his hand gave her arse a hard smack.
"Enough of that nonsense," he chided gently. She laughed, not bothering to continue that argument. He was too good for her. She fully believed that, but she also knew that he would never accept that he was, so there was no point in arguing.
"What happens when I'm old and wrinkled, love?" she asked instead. "I'll have gray hair, loose skin, and wrinkles, and I'll be all old looking. You, meanwhile, might have just a tiny bit of gray starting to show, and maybe a small line here or there. You may not be old before I'm gone."
"None of that, Cissa," Harry said, smacking her arse again. "It doesn't matter how old you look or don't look. I'll love you all more every day than I did the day before, and you know that all of the others feel the same way. Besides, I have a funny feeling we will all age similarly."
That got a laugh from Narcissa. "Not even you can control that, love," she said. Harry chuckled and gave her another kiss, palming her arse with both hands.
"Just watch me, witch." He flipped them both over and gave her a more demanding kiss. "But that's over a hundred years away. As for right now—"
While he spoke, Narcissa's hands found the zipper on his trousers and tugged them down. Harry laughed. "Exactly what I was thinking," he said. Narcissa just yanked his trousers off and brought her hands up to his face, stroking his cheeks with her fingers.
"Inside me, Harry," she whispered. "I need you."
Harry gave her a heated look. "Then you'll have me," he promised, pulling his underwear off in a hurry. "Whenever you need me, I'm here for you. Just like always. That's never changing."
Narcissa believed him. With all her heart, she believed that Harry Potter would stay by her side and give her the world for the rest of her life. She'd lost much in her life, but as long as she had him, she knew she was going to be okay.
She was used to him fucking her brains out in this bed, and she was privileged to be so familiar with that wondrous feeling. But before he even penetrated her, she sensed that this time was going to be very different, at least to start with. Harry didn't pull her legs up high into the air so he could fuck her or push her face-down so she could moan into the pillow while he fucked her from above. He didn't pull her onto his lap so he could bounce her, push her on all fours to turn her arse red with spanks or put his hands around her throat to put her through the intense, breathless pleasure of being choked while they shagged. There were a thousand ways that Harry could have fucked her rotten, and she would have enjoyed any one of them. But his hands were gentle as he spread her legs and got into position above her, and there was pure, sweet love in his eyes before, during, and after penetration. This was not going to be Harry reminding her how well he could fuck her, as if she could ever forget. Right now, Harry was going to show her how much he loved her.
Looking back at how they'd started, it was more than a little bit ironic that she'd fallen in love with Harry, and he'd fallen in love with her. Despite the unlikelihood of it, though, it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She did not know where she would be if she hadn't thrust herself into Harry's life in a futile attempt to get between him and Astoria. She did not even want to think about how miserable her existence would be without Harry welcoming her into his life, his heart, and his family.
His thrusts were slow and gentle, but even when he was going as slowly as possible, the sheer size of his cock made it a breathtaking experience. He pushed so much deeper than she'd ever thought possible, and she would have enjoyed taking it no matter what. She was used to him using that monster dick to fuck her until her eyes rolled back in her head, and she loved every chance she had to be on the receiving end of that. But she appreciated the change of pace this time. She felt Harry's love for her in every slow push in, and every careful retreat that allowed her to feel every inch of his cock moving inside of her.
She also saw it in his eyes as he watched her. Normally, those eyes would be narrowed and focused on delivering her the kind of toe-curling fuck she'd come to expect from him, and she would be too busy receiving said fuck to pay attention to the look in his eyes, to begin with. But this time, she was able to watch him as he made love to her and see the affection he felt for her. She already knew how he felt, but there was something about having him gaze down at her with such love in his eyes while their bodies were joined that made Narcissa feel wonderful.
All her life, she'd wished to experience a love like this. For most of her life, she'd believed that she would never be so lucky. Against all odds, though, she'd ended up in the arms, the bed, and the life of the most remarkable man in the world. She truly did believe that he was too good for her, but she had him. It did not matter in the slightest that she did not have sole possession of his love. She knew that Harry was more than capable of making every one of his lovers feel appreciated, and he would make the very planet shake for any of them if he deemed it necessary. Right now, as those gorgeous emerald eyes watched her, his hands lightly touched her body, and his hips moved back and forth with deliberate patience so different from their usual pace, she knew that nothing in the world mattered to him more at that moment than taking care of her and showing her that she would never be alone again.
It was amazing, but Narcissa eventually couldn't resist putting her arms around his shoulders and pulling him down on top of her more fully. Holding eye contact with him while he made love to her was wonderful, but she had to kiss him. Harry obliged at once, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss while she held him on top of her. Her legs crossed around his back, with her heels pressing against his arse and holding him close. He stopped pulling back very far, settling instead for pulling out only about a fourth of the way before pushing back in. His pace remained slow and steady, but the intensity of their lovemaking still hit a notable shift once she pulled him down on top of her like this. He'd seemed more interested in showing her his love previously, but now, he was trying to get her off.
His thrusts and his kisses were not the only way in which he sought to bring her pleasure. Harry's left hand grabbed one of her breasts, giving it not a rough squeeze but instead lightly fondling it and stroking her nipple. It was a gentler form of groping than she was used to for him, but it made her groan into his mouth all the same. His right hand got involved as well, playing with her belly, moving down between her legs and teasing near her clit while his cock rocked within her pussy.
Narcissa's fingers slid into the hair on the back of his head, and her heels rubbed and pushed at his arse, a wordless cry for more. She could feel her release coming, and she wanted it desperately.
At last, Harry started playing with her clit directly, and his thrusts, while still very light by his standard, became enough to rock her body and make her grip on him tighten. Harry broke their kiss as he felt her shaking, but he didn't go far. Their foreheads touched, and their noses rubbed together as Harry gave her everything she needed from him. She'd never been closer to any man in her life, and she never would, nor would she want to be. She'd lost everything of her old life, but the love she'd found in her new one took her breath away.
Her breath left her in a more literal sense as her orgasm hit, and she trembled and gasped against his face. She felt Harry's lips curl against hers in a smile.
"Love you, Cissa," he whispered as she came. He gave her one of the gentlest kisses she'd ever had, so light she almost didn't feel his lips against hers. "I love you so much. Now, and forever." Her arms held him tighter, and she closed her eyes, blinking back tears. Unlike earlier, where the tears that had escaped were tears of regret and mourning for the chance at a family that Lucius and his dark magic deprived her of, these were tears of joy. Even if Harry did not succeed in finding a solution to her problem, she still had the family and the love she'd longed for.
As she came down from her powerful and pleasant peak, she realized that Harry had yet to cum. That was not a problem, though. They were just getting started.
"I love you so much, Harry," she said, reaching around to stroke his cheeks fondly as they stared into each other's eyes and smiled. "Thank you for this."
"Any time, Cissa," he promised, voice still gentle and soothing.
"That said, as much as I appreciate you showing you how much you love me, I believe my romantic needs have been met for the time being," she said. "Now, I'd really like for you to get rough with me." Harry's smile turned amused.
"I think that can be arranged," he said while grabbing her legs by the back of her thighs and pushing them into the air. Once he got them up, he pulled back and gave her a hard, deep thrust that made Narcissa squeal.
She treasured being loved by this man, but she treasured the way he could fuck her until she couldn't move, too. Narcissa was happy to receive both sides of being able to claim this incredible man as the love of her life.
--
Everyone in their large group stood up as the crowd began to get louder. Mostly there were boos, aside from some scattered cheers from the Hufflepuff stand. The Hufflepuffs had good reason to be excited because they had the racer in the best position to take advantage after no less than four racers committed a dirty foul around a blind corner.
All of his lovers and friends around him were outraged, but Harry alone remained seated, silent and calm. He was not at all bothered by the illegal maneuver that could quite possibly result in disqualifications for the four racers who'd perpetrated it, and he just grinned knowingly when the boos turned into a roar. As he'd expected, Gabi managed to slingshot around the corner and into view ahead of her closest competitors by several broom lengths. That distance grew wider every second, and by the time she crossed the finish line, the result was not in doubt at all.
"Alright, you lot can sit down now," he teased shortly after Gabi's win. "I'm disappointed that you expected anything else." Daphne muttered something as she sat down that Harry couldn't quite catch, but Astoria happened to be close enough to hear her sister.
"Pfft, that's way too kind," Astoria said. "If she had been hurt, I'd have force fed them their entire reproductive organs. And yes, I worded it that way because I am including the witch who helped the poor blokes try and take her out." Harry rolled his eyes at the dramatic proclamation.
"Expected it, did you?" Narcissa asked. "I can't say I disagree with Daph or Stori, personally." Harry threw his arm around her shoulder, watching as Gabi's time was announced by the excited student handling the announcing. Not all of the heats had been completed yet, but there was no question that Gabrielle's time was going to put her in the first seed when all was said and done.
"Of course I did," he said. "It's a competition, and I'm sure those four are far from the only racers down there who have been frustrated at Gabi arriving halfway through the year, just in time for the season to start, and then dominating the entire time. Some of them were probably confident that they'd be competing for wins, but then our special veela came in and took over. I can't say that I blame them for being frustrated as competitors, either. Not that I feel bad for them. Gabi's simply better than they are."
The massive screen hovering in the air showed a replay of what had occurred around the blind corner, and everyone in the stands got a fuller view of just what had happened. The desperate racers attempted to barge her, but she rolled, making her would-be stoppers fly straight into the ground. The fans again roared with cheers of both disapproval of the underhanded tactic and approval of how it backfired thanks to Gabi's fearless flying.
"As you can see, she expected it, too," Harry said. "She was ready for them. But if you got that worked up from this, you lot should feel lucky that Gabi doesn't have any interest in professional racing after she graduates. What that group tried to pull off was tame compared to some of the tricks they'll do at the pro level to try and get a win."
--
Gabi spotted them after she left the locker room and raced over to jump into his arms. Harry caught her and held her.
"And you were worried they'd be able to catch you in their trap," he chuckled.
"And every race, someone tried to do what I was worried about," she said back. He grinned at her.
"And you flew too well for them to have any chance of pulling it off," Harry replied. "Just like I said."
He put her down so the rest of their group, led by her parents, could drag her into their midst and gush over how well she'd flown. Any parent would say that, but it was not an exaggeration. No one else had ever been close to Gabi in any heat, and the final had been the largest blowout of the entire day, mostly because the final race had fewer total racers, and the first seed started at the front of the pack. Between the favorable starting position she'd earned and the lack of numbers to try and impede her, any strategies to block her off or force her to crash had been impossible. The final had been all about pure flying ability, and Gabi cruised to an easy win.
"Am I still getting a thrashing for telling her that she had to win?" Narcissa asked, sidling up beside Harry.
"I believe I said it was going to be an actual punishment," he said, giving her a look. "You might have just gotten a thrashing that you would have enjoyed if you'd listened when I told you not to say it a second time. But you didn't listen, did you?"
"I can handle the pressure, love," Narcissa snickered. "Better than your other girlfriends, at least, based on how badly we just handled our nerves while watching." Harry smiled and gave her a kiss.
"Yes, I'm still thrashing your arse," he said after breaking apart. "But you'll have to wait until after the celebrations wear her out for that." Narcissa moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again, and he laughed against her lips. "Have patience, dear. We still have to watch her drag Ravenclaw to a victory in the team event, and then collect her awards after it's all over."
--
"You're saying that as if I should believe that sitting here and watching is a bad thing," Harry said, grinning and leaning back on the bed.
Another loud barrage of Gabi moaning interrupted them as Narcissa, Daphne, and Astoria continued their assault on her. Narcissa now wielded the strap-on, with Daphne licking and sucking on Gabi's clit right above it and Astoria playing with their veela lover's nipples.
"Well, you already wore us out," Parvati said with a giggle. Harry looked at the newest addition to his circle, amused.
"You and your girlfriend wore yourselves out." he said. "All I did was sit back and let you."
"Pssh, the details aren't important," Parvati said, waving her hand dismissively. "Regardless of who did or didn't do what, that monster cock of yours somehow caused the soles of my feet to cramp, and it then made Lav's back almost lock up so bad that she couldn't shake that fat arse we both love around properly."
Harry looked over at Lavender on the other side of him, admiring the aforementioned arse. "I'll accept some credit for the first one, but the second was more about her position. Speaking of which, it was still an amazing view, watching that arse shake around like that while she was facing the other way." Parvati giggled and voiced her agreement.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Lavender said proudly. "But it's not nearly as nice a view as this is, I'm sure." She gestured to the display that currently had the petite veela silently screaming as she came for what was easily the dozenth time since they'd begun.
Her reward for winning her finals today was being the center of attention. That naturally came with the challenge of being given absolutely no respite beyond the mere seconds that it took for her three girlfriends to swap positions, no matter how much she begged for a moment of rest.
--
"Should we take care of this for you?" Parvati asked. She winced a bit as she yawned while grabbing Harry's cock. It reminded her why she and Lav managed to convince Harry to let them work out an agreement with Gabi, allowing them to have their turns while the four girlfriends began the celebrations.
Gabi had been fine with it, but Harry had been harder to convince, at least until Gabi told Harry what she wanted in exchange. Parvati and Lavender didn't have a clue what she'd asked for, but they agreed without hesitation. They still had no clue, but they were sure that whatever that gorgeous little veela was going to ask of them was bound to be fun.
"I have a long night ahead of me, and both of you have early mornings, so why don't you both go get a shower before you pass out?" Harry suggested to them. Parvati and her girlfriend both gave him a quick kiss before stiffly walking to the shower with their sore legs and even greater soreness between the legs. Harry was an incredible fuck, but it took a great deal out of her.
--
Just as Parvati and Lavender were entering the shower, Harry growled and moved forward to slam into Gabi right after Narcissa pulled out. "Enough of warm-up for you, my little veela slut," he said.
"Poor thing might die before the night is out," Daphne laughed. She laughed even more as Gabi arched her back and clawed at the bed frantically. Harry choked Gabi with both hands and fucked her hard and fast.
"All that energy wasted on squirming when she should be worried about trying to stay conscious," Stori giggled, though she was cut off by a hard yank on her hair that made her squeal.
"You're going last tonight, and I'm in the mood to enjoy myself for a long time," Narcissa said. "So, if you want to be broken like you prefer to be before the sun rises, you better stop talking and put that mouth to work getting me closer to being worn out myself, pet."
As entertaining as Narcissa having her way with her little sister was to watch, Daphne paid minimal attention to their play this time. With this being Gabi's reward, her attention remained on their little veela princess as their man got to work. As always, watching him make that petite body rock with every powerful thrust was captivating.
Daphne curled up on her side next to Gabrielle, touching her body and kissing the side of her neck while Harry hammered her tight veela cunt. Merely watching Harry have his way with Gabi would be enjoyable enough for her, but being able to cuddle up with her, touch her body, and kiss her neck while he fucked her into the bed was a delight.
Gabi tried to moan as Harry hammered her, but between his ruthless thrusts and the hands around her throat making it difficult for her to breathe, very little sound escaped. Had she not known how much sweet Gabrielle adored being used by her man, she might have worried that the little veela was going to get hurt. But Daphne knew her princess well, and she knew how much it meant to her to celebrate her victory by having Harry fuck and choke her so mercilessly.
"You should be thanking me, you know," Daphne said, kissing Gabrielle's neck and squeezing one of her nipples. "Between me and Harry, we're making it so you can't writhe around on the bed and waste all that precious energy. We're so thoughtful, aren't we?" Gabrielle tried to make a sound, likely to agree, but Harry's thrusts and his choking made it impossible. "What's that? I can't hear you. Speak up, princess. Are you grateful to me, or aren't you?"
Harry's thrusts only got more aggressive, so there was never a chance for Gabrielle to say anything to Daphne. She could only gurgle and stare with wide eyes as the dominant man she'd been waiting for all this time stuffed her impossibly tight vela pussy with as much of his cock as it could fit. The rest of the girls struggled enough when they used the strap-on to fuck her, and experiencing that only made the struggle of Harry trying to spear her with his massive dick more fascinating for Daphne to watch.
No matter how many times Harry fucked her, he was always going to struggle with their veela lover's tightness. Her body was just so petite, and his cock so large that there was no getting around it. Daphne knew that Gabi felt frustrated at times by her inability to take him as easily as the rest of them could (relatively speaking, at least), but she also knew that there was a thrill in that struggle. There was a thrill for her as an observer, a thrill for Harry as he felt his veela lover's tight cunt fight him for every inch, and a thrill for Gabrielle as he pushed through and railed her in defiance of the size difference. Whether a cock that big was supposed to fit in her or not, he made it fit, and Daphne couldn't take her eyes off of it. He pounded her and choked her until she hit yet another climax. Daphne and her fellow girlfriends had given Gabi quite a few of them already while Harry saw to Parvati and Lavender, but there was no question that this was her biggest orgasm of the night thus far, even if the hands on her throat prevented her from expressing it out loud.
Daphne almost snorted as she remembered her concern for Gabrielle's safety when a few of her opponents banded together to try and take her out during her race earlier that day. Gabrielle had been in complete control there; she'd rolled through their dirty trick easily and put them behind her without a problem. Harry posed a far greater challenge for her, and there was no escaping him. Maybe Daphne should have been less concerned about Gabrielle's safety on her broom and more concerned about her safety in bed with Harry.
Even so, Daphne held her breath and watched, feeling no fright and only fascination and excitement as she let go of Gabi's waist enough for her to buck and writhe on the bed during her climax. Being fucked by Harry clearly took far more out of her than her broomstick races did, but Daphne's heart did not leap into her throat as she watched her. Instead, she dipped a hand between her legs and started to play with herself to try and relieve at least some of the excitement that came from watching the adorable little veela get manhandled.
--
"Lick her," Narcissa barked, pushing on the back of Astoria's neck. "Get your face in there, pet!"
Astoria's face was already buried between Gabrielle's legs, and she'd been licking her rapidly as it was, but she responded to the command as best she could, wiggling her face in closer and moving her tongue around, trying valiantly to lick the veela's clit despite all the bumping and bouncing around.
It certainly wasn't Gabrielle's fault that her body was moving around so much. That was all Harry's doing. He was flat on his back and holding Gabi's hips in order to thrust up from the bed and bury his cock as deep in her tight cunt as he could get it. Naturally, that included loads of bouncing her little body around, which made Astoria's task of licking her significantly harder. But she knew what was expected of her, so she did her best to keep up in spite of the difficulty.
Narcissa had her part to play in things being made so hard on Astoria, too, because she was doing far more than just ordering her to lick Gabrielle and grabbing her by the back of the neck when she couldn't keep up to her liking. Astoria's mistress was still wearing the strap-on, and while Astoria was on her knees trying to go down on the veela who was the center of attention for the night, Narcissa fucked her from behind with the toy. She thrust into her hard enough to rock Astoria and make it even harder for her to continue licking, but she had never met a sexual challenge that she wasn't eager to tackle, assuming it put her in a role of submission to her lovers.
Though she dabbled in taking the lead on certain occasions with specific partners, Astoria was a natural sub, which Harry initially taught her and was subsequently reinforced by others, her mistress Narcissa and her own sister Daphne chief among them. She'd settled in quite comfortably to her role, but she was very impressed with Gabrielle for taking up a similar place. No, she couldn't get fucked to the extreme that Astoria could; her body wouldn't allow it, and even if she tried to ignore her body's limits, Harry wouldn't have let her put herself in that kind of danger. But the cute little veela's submissive tendencies were obviously much harder for her to find a comfortable and safe outlet for.
Being submissive went against the very nature of what a veela was supposed to be, but Gabrielle had still found her place among them. In defiance of what the veela nation expected of her, and of all veela, Gabrielle's place in life was being bounced around by Harry's big thrusts while he squeezed her hips. Daphne was sitting up next to Harry, playfully taking over for him in grabbing Gabi's throat and squeezing one of her breasts while he thrust up into the veela. This wasn't how a veela was expected to behave, and if the veela nation had its way, she would have been confined to a coven.
But she was where she belonged, and Astoria was so happy that she'd joined them. It wasn't just because it made things even more fun and expanded the already vast possibilities of what they could do in bed with a second girlfriend who felt at home being submissive. She loved watching the naturally timid and shy younger veela grow more comfortable expressing her desires and pursuing her passions. Watching her soar through the air on her broom and evade that dirty tactic with such confidence was proof of how far she'd come, and it was thrilling to see, even if Astoria's heart leaped into her throat while she watched it happen. The shy little thing was coming into her own, and Astoria had been so proud of her when she was honored with all of her awards at the end of the competition.
She knew that Gabi would agree that this was the greater reward, though. She couldn't say much right now, with all this time as the center of attention taking so much out of her and Daphne's hand on her throat adding to the challenge. But Astoria didn't need to hear the veela's cries of pleasure to know how much she enjoyed Harry bucking up beneath her, and she did all that she could to add to that pleasure with her tongue on Gabi's clit.
Yes, it wasn't easy to lick her consistently with Harry bouncing her little body around so much, and no, Narcissa did not make it any easier by fucking her from behind with the strap-on, barking at her, and grabbing her neck when Astoria didn't perform to her liking. But Astoria was no stranger to being put to the test during sex, and she welcomed the challenge of needing to crane her neck and move her head around quickly in constant pursuit of Gabi's clit. If her neck was as sore thanks to this as the rest of her body was bound to be after she got her turn with Harry, so be it. Astoria was no stranger to pain in the bedroom.
Besides, Gabi deserved the attention. When Astoria felt the little veela's body tremble weakly as yet another climax shot through her exhausted frame, she felt proud of herself for being able to help the precious princess out in some small way. Her turn could wait. Gabi had earned her celebration.
"Astoria, I have an offer for you," Harry said, making her open her eyes and pay attention rather than enjoying her proud moment. "I think our victorious princess deserves to have her reward continued, but I don't know that I can keep it going alone. But that's where you come in. If you can help me make Gabi cum once more before her strength fails her and she passes out, you can skip the line and go next after her."
Astoria moaned into Gabi's pussy, and her eyes shot wide at her sudden change in circumstances. She'd resigned herself to going last tonight, and with Daphne and Narcissa both waiting their turn, it would have been quite some time before Harry got around to taking care of her. Settling for celebrating Gabi's win by bringing her pleasure was a nice distraction, but now Harry had dangled a very attractive proposition in front of her face. She could do her part for their princess and speed up the arrival of her turn at the same time. Now highly motivated, Astoria's tongue moved against the groaning veela's clit with renewed purpose.
"I must object to this," Narcissa said from behind her, obviously unhappy at this turn of events that would push her turn back. Astoria's sister made a discontented noise as well, but neither of them was going to stop her from going after what she wanted.
"I don't want to hear any whining out of either of you," Harry said. "She only has a few minutes at most before Gabi is spent. And if she can't make her cum before that time hits, she won't get a turn at all tonight." That was a dreadful thought for Astoria, but she didn't let it scare her. Instead, she kicked her efforts up yet another notch, matching her tongue to the motions of Gabi's body as Harry returned to bouncing her around with his thrusts. The stakes were high now, and Astoria wasn't going to lose.
Realizing that Harry's mind was made up, Narcissa did not continue to belabor the point. Astoria felt her mistress' hands get a firm grip on her hips, and then her thrusts picked back up, harder and deeper than at any point all night. Cissa grunted as she put maximum effort into fucking her with the strap-on, but Astoria didn't let it deter her. Nothing was going to stop her tongue from working its magic and bringing Gabrielle yet another climax. She'd already had plenty of motivation when she was licking her purely for the opportunity to skip ahead in line and make Daphne and Narcissa wait for her to be satisfied rather than the other way around. But with failure now meaning that she wouldn't get a turn at all, she had all the motivation in the world to succeed. She could tell that Gabi was fading, but she was also confident that between her frantic licking and Harry's massive thrusts, they were going to wring one last orgasm out of her before she was spent.
"You know that isn't going to work, no matter how hard you try," Daphne said.
"Oh, I'm fully aware of that," Narcissa said, straining through her thrusts. She pulled one hand off of Astoria's hip and gave her arse a stinging smack. "But at the very least, I'm going to make sure that Astoria earns our boyfriend's generosity."
--
"Come," Daphne said, grabbing Harry's hand as he was about to head into his office. He grinned at her in amusement and allowed her to lead the way, taking him away from his work.
Daphne could feel her bare breasts bouncing as she hurried to take him out onto the massive, luxurious balcony that overlooked the picturesque view from high on top of the mountain ridgeline where they lived. Without wards, it would be uninhabitable. With wards, though, it was lovely. The crazy winds and sudden temperature changes were heavily mitigated, and they got to enjoy the best view anyone could ask for. She and Harry looked out over the rolling mountains and hills, admiring all that they could see. The clouds were so much closer here than in most places, and the current sunset was gorgeous. This was a view that people would pay good money to see, but Daphne could enjoy it any time she wanted.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Daphne asked, giving Harry a loving smile. He nodded at her and made a hum of agreement. Daphne leaned into his side and sighed in contentment, loving the view and also the companion she got to soak it in with. After a few moments of just standing there, enjoying his arm around her and the sensation of his body against hers, she looked up at him.
"And you were about to do more work before I pulled you out here," she said cheekily. He laughed at her and shrugged.
"Only so I could enjoy the time with my girlfriends," he replied, giving her body a light squeeze. Daphne leaned in and kissed his chest for a moment.
"When was the last time you paused and simply enjoyed the happiness that you work day and night for?" she asked quietly. Harry cocked his head, confused.
"What is this about, love?" he asked her.
"Noting in particular," Daphne said with a shrug. "But the other day, you came home with my father, having handled everything with Malfoy perfectly. I would've killed the bastard, and my father would have, too. But you kept everything under control. My father came home with no blood on his hands, Stori doesn't have any reason to feel guilty because no one got in trouble on her behalf, and, well, we all got to let out one last sigh of relief and truly move on. By the time we were all at Hogwarts watching our little princess race, I had honestly forgotten all about it. I know that was because of all the work you did to make sure the rest of us didn't have to spare it any more thought that we did." She paused to collect her thoughts, and Harry stood silently with her on the balcony facing the sunset, giving her the time she needed.
"And given all that, it just struck me as I watched you about to head back into your home office just now that you do so much for all the rest of us, and we mostly just enjoy the benefits of all your hard work," she said. She leaned up to give him a quick kiss just to show him how much she appreciated him and all he did. "I'm not trying to get overly emotional on you or tell you to work less. I know that's impossible, and you have to do something when we're all sleeping, and you're stuck awake. But I won't let you live life as a man who has spent so much time and effort worrying about how to give everyone else what they want that he never takes time out to appreciate the little things himself." She held a hand out in front of her.
"Like this view, for example," she continued. "None of it would have been possible without all the work you put into it. You deserve to relax and appreciate it for more than six seconds before you get antsy and start feeling like you need to use your time to get something done for us. That's no way to live, so if you're going to keep working as hard as you do for all of us, I'm going to make sure that you take the time to appreciate everything you give us all just as much as we do, or as close to it as I can get, at least."
She waited to see how he would respond, curious if he would try to dispute anything that she was saying. But he said nothing. Harry just smiled at her, picked her up by the waist and kissed her, which she was happy to return.
"I love you, Daphne Greengrass," he murmured while holding her up. She initiated the next kiss, closing her eyes and showing him her passion and her need. She kissed him until he set her back down on her feet.
"And obviously, I love you," she said. He smiled again and allowed her to guide him over to a chair on the balcony overlooking the mountains, the hills, and the sunset. "Now, you are going to take fifteen minutes and just relax and enjoy this view. And while you do that, your girlfriend will enjoy having this moment to show you how much she appreciates you."
Daphne tugged his shorts off urgently before he took a seat. Once he sat down, she opened her mouth and eagerly swallowed his cock to the hilt. She loved the way he hissed and moaned with delight as she embraced the difficult task of taking all of him into her throat successfully. She managed to do it, thanks to plenty of practice that allowed her to resist the physical agony and the urge to gag. She slowly worshiped his cock, swallowing the massive thing whole with lengthy trips up and down. When she finally felt that she needed a moment to let her throat relax while she gathered some air, she pulled back and kissed, licked, and sucked her way down to his balls instead. When she reached his balls, she worshiped them as well, kissing and licking them before sucking each one into her mouth individually. She attempted to stuff both in but eventually gave up on that and began her return journey up the length of his cock.
This time, she stroked his dick with both hands and shook her head around, trying to use her tongue as best she could at the base. Her boyfriend's groans sounded incredibly pleased each time her tongue got at his base, and she felt very proud of her accomplishment. Daphne did her utmost to work him over as best she could and give him a period of relaxation that he had earned a thousand times over.
Astoria would have been able to pound his cock down her throat far faster and more aggressively, but Daphne knew better than to think she could mimic her. She wouldn't be able to withstand the punishment her little sister could while also making her cock worship sensual rather than the aggressive style that was their usual. She had to slip off and make her way to his balls again for a moment of brief respite after a few minutes of giving him her all.
She made her way up once again and sucked on solely the head of his cock while stroking him with both hands. Neither hand was able to wrap fully around his girth, but they worked in tandem to jerk every bit of cock that wasn't in her mouth. Her tongue also assisted with teasing, slow licks in all the spots that her great deal of practice allowed her to discover and memorize.
After licking, sucking, and stroking him like that for a bit, she again swallowed him whole, feeling him grow in her throat as she did so. Slowly but steadily she took him, easily riding out each inadvertent hip thrust she brought out of him. Daphne loved making him thrust like that because it showed how well she was doing. Typically, he could keep himself under control and refrain from doing that most of the time. In most cases, he would thrust into her throat because he wanted to do so, claiming what was his and using it as he pleased. It was always incredibly exciting when he got in the mood to do that, even after having had him do it on just about a daily basis for months on end now. But making him react like this, thrusting without consciously deciding to do so, was special. It was not easy to get him to lose control like this. It meant that he was relaxing and enjoying her display of adoration. She was confident that only his four girlfriends could get him to lose control like this, and perhaps her mother as well, if she tried her hardest, was at her best and had luck on her side.
Harry moaned loudly and held her head carefully, which was a departure from the demanding thrusts he might have given her if he wanted to force her to take every last drop of his cum down her throat, or have it explode painfully out of her nose, as the case may be. That was always as delightful as it was challenging, of course, but this was what she was going for out here on the balcony. She didn't want him thinking about trying to prove a point or claim ownership over her right now. The point was to make him relax, let everything slip away, and focus purely on enjoying himself, even if only for fifteen minutes.
Daphne swallowed every last drop she could, but as always, there was far too much cum for her to manage to swallow all of it. That did not change just because he wasn't ramming his dick down her throat this time. Daphne used her tongue to dutifully clean up anything that she missed, other than whatever wound up on her face or breasts, and nuzzled his cock while giggling. She heard him let out a little chuckle as well, and his hand played with her hair lazily as she gave the tip of his cock a loving kiss.
Harry motioned her up with his hand, and she felt his magic clean her as she stood up. Once she was clean, he pulled her toward him and yanked on her tiny pajama shorts, the only article of clothing she'd been wearing when she dragged him away from his office so she could get him to relax. She helpfully took them off for him and allowed him to spin her around and pull her onto his lap. Daphne promptly grabbed his cock and guided it inside her while she sat down. Harry's lips found her neck as his big dick penetrated her, and she moaned.
"We still have time before the sun is set," he murmured. "There's no need for us to head inside just yet. Might as well continue enjoying the view, right?"
"Mmm, yes," she moaned out. Daphne slowly rocked in his lap, making herself comfortable on his cock. "I couldn't agree more." She reclined against him, her back against his chest. "Make me a promise, Harry. Once a week, promise me that the five of us will come out here and forget that the rest of the world exists for thirty minutes, at least. No matter what else we have going on, once a week, the five of us make time to come out here, relax, and enjoy the life we have."
"I promise, love," Harry said. He pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, and she smiled and continued her slow rocking. She'd achieved what she set out to do.
As much as she cherished how hard Harry worked for her and for all of them, he needed to remember to stop worrying about fulfilling all of their needs and think about himself once in a while. She was glad that she'd gotten him to agree to her idea. If she and the rest of them let the scales tip too far in the other direction throughout the week as their boyfriend doted on them and worked so hard to take care of them, they would have a minimum of thirty minutes a week to make sure that he stopped to relax and enjoy the life they'd built.