The forest felt different now as Harry walked. The earlier sense of adventure and excitement had been replaced by something heavier, more ominous. Finding Crouch's body had shifted everything, turned what had been an incredible night into something far more complicated and dangerous.
His route took him around the edge of the lake, the dark water stretching out to his left like a vast mirror reflecting the stars above. The path was familiar, one he'd walked dozens of times over the years.
He found himself thinking about everything that had happened, trying to make sense of it all. The night with Natalia had been extraordinary. The connection between them had felt natural and easy in a way that surprised him. She'd been exactly what she appeared to be—bold and confident and unafraid to take what she wanted. Harry had enjoyed every moment with her, from the passionate encounter against the tree to their quieter conversations afterward.
His body still remembered the feel of her against him, the taste of her lips, the sound of her cries echoing through the forest. Heat stirred low in his belly at the memory. The way she'd looked at him with such open desire, the way her hands had felt in his hair, the way her body had arched into his touch—she'd been incredible, passionate and demanding in equal measure, matching his intensity with her own.
But then they'd found Crouch and everything had changed. The reality of the situation had crashed down on them. Someone had murdered a Ministry official and left his body in the Forbidden Forest to be discovered. Someone had been controlling Crouch for weeks, making him dance like a puppet while slowly poisoning him to death. The cruelty of it was staggering, the calculated nature of it even more so.
And now Harry was involved. He was a witness, the one who'd found the body. If Moody and Dumbledore were right about the tracking magic, whoever had killed Crouch now knew Harry had stumbled across their crime. That made him a target, a loose end that might need to be dealt with.
Harry's hand drifted to his wand, his fingers closing around the familiar wood. He'd need to be more careful going forward. More alert. Whoever had done this to Crouch was clearly skilled, powerful, and utterly ruthless. They'd planned every detail, anticipated every possibility. They wouldn't hesitate to eliminate anyone who threatened their plans.
The thought should have scared him more than it did. Maybe it would have, a few years ago. But Harry had been through too much, seen too much, to be easily frightened anymore. Fear was there, lurking in the back of his mind, but it was tempered by determination and a cold anger at what had been done to Crouch.
No one deserved to die like that. Slowly, painfully, controlled and manipulated until the very end. It was evil in its purest form and Harry wanted nothing more than to see whoever was responsible brought to justice.
His gaze drifted across the lake toward the Durmstrang ship. It sat anchored in the deeper water, several lamps casting warm light across its dark hull. He could make out figures moving on the deck, students still awake despite the late hour.
Somewhere on that ship was Natalia, probably back in her quarters by now. Harry wondered if she was thinking about him the way he was thinking about her. If she was replaying the night's events in her mind, feeling the same mixture of satisfaction and concern that he felt. They'd agreed to keep things between them for now, to navigate the complications with Krum carefully. Harry had no interest in causing unnecessary drama but he also had no intention of stepping back from what they'd started.
Whatever came next, whatever complications arose from Crouch's death or from their involvement, Harry didn't regret tonight. Not the time with Natalia, not even finding Crouch's body. Both had happened and both would have consequences, but Harry had learned long ago that regret was a useless emotion. You dealt with the consequences and moved forward.
The Durmstrang ship's lamps flickered slightly in the breeze and Harry found himself staring at them, his mind drifting back to how Natalia had looked in the moonlight. How she'd smiled at him with such warmth and promise. Then he turned and continued his walk back to the castle, leaving the lake and the ship and the night's mysteries behind him.
-Break-
The door slammed shut behind Viktor with enough force to rattle the photographs on her wall. One of them fell, the frame hitting her desk with a clatter.
"Bastard," Natalia muttered under her breath. She moved to her bed and sank down onto it, suddenly exhausted. The confrontation had drained her more than she'd expected, left her feeling raw and exposed in ways that had nothing to do with the physical marks Harry had left on her skin.
But she didn't regret it. Any of it. Not what she'd done with Harry, not standing up to Viktor, not drawing her line in the sand. For the first time in over a year, Natalia felt like herself again. Like the girl she'd been before Viktor and his expectations and his carefully controlled arrangements.
She reached up to touch the marks on her neck, feeling the tender skin beneath her fingers. They'd fade eventually, probably within a few days. But the memory of how she'd gotten them, of Harry's mouth on her skin and his hands on her body, that would last much longer.
Natalia smiled to herself. Whatever came next with Viktor, whatever complications arose from tonight, she'd face them. But she wouldn't give up what she'd found with Harry. Not for Viktor's pride, not for their families' expectations, not for anything.
She'd made her choice and she was sticking with it.
Meanwhile, Viktor stalked through the ship's corridors, his mind churning with anger and wounded pride. Students scrambled out of his way, taking one look at his thunderous expression and wisely choosing to make themselves scarce. He barely noticed them, too caught up in his own thoughts to care about the fearful glances they threw his way.
It was Potter's fault. All of it. That arrogant English boy with his stupid scar and his idiotic heroics. He'd done something to Natalia, turned her into this rebellious creature who dared to challenge Viktor's authority.
Before Potter, Natalia had been exactly what Viktor needed. Beautiful, obedient, and willing to do what was required of her without complaint. She'd understood her place in their relationship, understood that her role was to support Viktor's ambitions and make him look good in public.
The arrangement had worked perfectly for over a year. Natalia had been the ideal girlfriend, always ready with a smile for the cameras, always willing to accompany him to events and make the right impressions on the right people. She'd helped him secure endorsement deals, had charmed sponsors and team officials, had made Viktor look like a complete success both on and off the pitch.
And yes, Viktor had his veela on the side. But that was different. That was a need, a requirement for his performance. The veela's magic enhanced everything, made him stronger and more capable. Without their influence, Viktor struggled to maintain anything, especially with someone like Natalia who didn't have the natural allure that veela possessed.
It wasn't his fault that he needed that enhancement. Lots of professional athletes took advantage of a veela's magic to improve their performance. It was perfectly acceptable and understood in their circles. Natalia should have understood that. She should have accepted it as part of the package that came with dating someone of Viktor's caliber. Instead she'd thrown it in his face like it was some kind of weakness.
And the marks on her neck. Viktor's jaw clenched at the memory. Potter had marked her intentionally, had put those love bites on her skin where everyone could see them. It was a direct challenge, a way of saying that Natalia was his now instead of Viktor's.
Viktor reached the deck and moved to the railing, gripping the cold wood hard enough that his knuckles went white. He stared out at the dark castle in the distance, its towers silhouetted against the star-filled sky. Somewhere in there was Potter, probably sleeping peacefully without a care in the world.
He was livid, but underneath all that rage was the question Viktor couldn't quite voice. If they broke up, if Natalia was free to pursue whoever she wanted publicly, would she choose Potter? He remembered how she'd shown herself off to him before the second task. It was the first and only time she'd done something like that without his express permission. And now she'd gone a hundred steps further and fucked him.
Would Viktor have to watch her with that English boy, see them together, know that everyone was comparing them and finding Viktor lacking? His pride couldn't stomach that idea. The great Viktor Krum, cast aside for a younger wizard who hadn't even taken his OWLs yet. The humiliation would be unbearable.
But accepting Natalia's terms meant surrendering control, admitting that she had power in their relationship. It meant watching her potentially pursue Potter or others while he maintained the fiction that everything was fine between them. That grated against everything Viktor believed about how relationships should work.
Natalia was supposed to be obedient. That was how women in their society behaved, especially those from good families like hers. They stood behind their men, supported their ambitions, and did what they were told without complaint or question. That was the way it had always been. Viktor's mother had done it for his father. Natalia's mother had done it for hers, playing the dutiful wife while her husband made the important decisions.
It was tradition, expectation, and the natural order of their world. But Potter had ruined it. He'd taken one look at Natalia and decided she was his for the taking, never mind that she belonged to someone else. He'd seduced her somehow, turned her head with his fame and his magic. And now Natalia thought she could make demands, could dictate terms like she was the one in control.
It was unacceptable. Potter needed to be taught a lesson about respecting other men's property, about knowing his place and staying out of matters that didn't concern him. Viktor had been willing to overlook the flirtation by the lake. But this? This crossed every line imaginable.
"He took what was mine," Viktor muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the wind. "Marked her like she's his territory. Like I don't even matter."
Potter had no right. No right to touch Natalia, no right to make her question Viktor's authority, no right to disrupt the comfortable arrangement they'd had. Viktor had worked hard to cultivate his relationship with Natalia, had invested time and effort into making it work for both their families. And Potter had destroyed all of that in one night.
And Natalia had betrayed him. After everything he'd given her, after all the benefits her family had received from their relationship, she'd thrown it all away. She'd let Potter touch her, had let him leave his marks on her skin, and had apparently enjoyed every moment of it based on how she'd looked when she walked in.
Viktor's hands tightened on the railing until the wood creaked under the pressure. He needed to do something about this. Needed to make Potter understand that there were consequences for taking what belonged to others. But it had to be done carefully, subtly. Direct confrontation would be satisfying but it would also be public and messy. Viktor couldn't afford to have his temper get the better of him, not with the tournament still ongoing and so many eyes watching his every move.
The tournament provided opportunities if he was patient enough to wait for them. The final task was coming up soon. Maybe there would be a chance then, some way to ensure Potter's experience was less than pleasant without it being traceable back to Viktor.
Or maybe something simpler. A Quidditch game could be arranged. It was a violent sport after all. Accidents happened on the pitch all the time. A bludger going astray, a collision that looked accidental, a moment of aggressive play that crossed the line. Potter played Seeker, same as Viktor. That put them in direct competition.
His mind turned over possibilities as he stood there in the darkness, the cold wind whipping across the deck and cutting through his robes. There had to be a way. Some method of making Potter regret ever touching Natalia, ever thinking he could take what was Viktor's without consequences. It would require planning and patience but Viktor had both in abundance when properly motivated.
And he was very motivated now.
"You'll pay for this, Potter," Viktor said quietly. "One way or another, you'll learn that there are consequences for taking what belongs to others."
He pushed away from the railing and headed back below deck, his mind already working through potential plans. The tournament was far from over and there would be opportunities. Viktor just needed to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. When it came, Potter would regret the day he'd decided to put his hands on his property.
The English boy had made himself an enemy, whether he realized it or not. And Viktor Krum didn't forgive insults easily. Potter would learn that lesson soon enough, would understand that there were consequences for crossing someone like Viktor.
He would wait, he would plan, and when the moment came, he would strike. And Harry Potter would wish he'd never laid eyes on Natalia Ivanov, let alone dared to touch what belonged to Viktor Krum.
-Break-
The news of Crouch's death spread through Hogwarts like wildfire over the next day, though the details remained carefully controlled. The Daily Prophet reported that Bartemius Crouch Senior had been found deceased near Hogwarts grounds, the victim of what appeared to be a tragic accident involving dark creatures in the Forbidden Forest. The Ministry expressed its condolences and assured the public that a thorough investigation was underway.
The castle buzzed with speculation. Students whispered in corners about what might have happened, about whether the tournament would continue, about whether they were safe. The professors maintained a united front of calm reassurance but one could see the tension in their faces, the way they watched the students more carefully than usual.
The letter arrived at breakfast two days after finding Crouch's body. Harry recognized the Ministry seal immediately and broke it open. The message inside was brief and direct.
Mr. Potter,
Your presence is required at my office in the Ministry of Magic today at two o'clock to discuss the events of the night you discovered Mr. Crouch's body. Professor McGonagall has been informed of this summons.
Regards,
Amelia Bones
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
The letter disintegrated the moment he finished reading it. He caught McGonagall's eye across the Hall and she gave him a small nod, confirming she knew about the meeting.
A few hours later, Harry stepped out of the fireplace in Amelia Bones' office, brushing ash from his robes. Amelia sat behind a large desk, her sharp features softening slightly when she saw him.
"Mr. Potter," she said, gesturing to a chair. "Thank you for coming."
"Madam Bones." Harry settled into the seat, more relaxed than he might have been before. He'd worked with Amelia on Sirius's case, watching as she quietly gathered evidence and built her case against the Ministry's corruption. She was one of the few people in authority Harry actually trusted.
"How is Sirius's case progressing?" Harry asked.
"Slower than I'd like, but we're making progress. I've found enough evidence to warrant a formal review, but getting Fudge to sign off on it is proving difficult." Amelia's expression turned wry. "The Minister is more interested in maintaining his image than pursuing justice. But we'll get there."
"I know you will."
"Now, about Bartemius Crouch. I need you to walk me through everything that happened that night. I've read the initial reports from Dumbledore and Moody, but I want to hear it directly from you."
Harry spent the next hour recounting every detail. He explained how he'd been walking in the forest, how he'd found the body near the clearing, described the state of Crouch's corpse and the vines wrapped around him. He told her about Moody's observations, about the preservation charms and the poison and the blood extraction wounds that suggested someone had been making Polyjuice Potion.
Amelia listened carefully, taking notes and asking pointed questions about the timeline, about what magic Harry had sensed, about anything unusual he might have noticed.
"The preservation charms on those vines were sophisticated," Amelia said eventually. "Whoever placed them had considerable skill in both herbology and curse work. They also had access to rare plants and potions ingredients. That narrows our suspect pool considerably."
"Do you have any leads?" Harry asked.
Amelia's expression didn't change. "We're following several lines of inquiry. What I can tell you is that Mr. Crouch's death was no accident. He was murdered and whoever did it went to great lengths to make it look like something else. The Imperius Curse, the poison, the preservation magic, all of it points to a carefully planned assassination."
"But why? What did Crouch know that made him worth killing?"
"That is what we're trying to determine. Mr. Crouch was involved in several sensitive matters at the Ministry. He had access to classified information and decision making authority in his role as Head of International Magical Cooperation. Someone may have wanted him silenced or may have wanted access to that information."
"The Polyjuice," Harry said. "Someone was impersonating him."
"We believe so, yes. The blood extraction wounds support that theory. Someone was taking Crouch's place at key moments, possibly for weeks before his death." Amelia leaned forward slightly. "If you see or hear anything suspicious, Mr. Potter, anything at all, I want you to report it immediately. Not to your professors, not to the Headmaster, directly to me or one of my Aurors. Perhaps Auror Tonks, given your acquaintance. Understood?"
"Understood," Harry replied, wondering just how much she knew about his acquaintance with her auror.
"Good." Amelia nodded. "I know this is a difficult situation. Finding a body like that would shake anyone, let alone a student. If you need someone to talk to about what you saw, my niece Susan speaks highly of you. I'm sure she'd be happy to lend an ear."
Harry felt warmth spread through his chest at the mention of Susan, and once again, he couldn't help but wonder if she had any idea what else Susan would be willing to lend him in addition to an ear.
"Thank you. I appreciate that."
"You're handling this remarkably well, all things considered. Most adults would be traumatized after finding something like that." Amelia studied him for a moment. "But then, you're not most people, are you?"
"I've seen worse," Harry admitted with a wry smile.
Amelia's eyes filled with understanding and something that might have been sympathy. "I know. I've read your file. The things you've faced would break most grown wizards. Yet here you are, still standing, still fighting. That takes real strength."
"Or stubbornness."
"Sometimes they're the same thing." Amelia stood, indicating the meeting was over. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Potter. I'll be in touch if I have more questions. And please, be careful. Whoever killed Crouch is still out there and they may view you as a threat."
"I will."
-Break-
"I still can't believe this room exists," Natalia said as Harry paced three times past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. "Magic never stops surprising me."
A door appeared in the wall and Harry pushed it open, gesturing for her to enter first. The Room of Requirement had configured itself into a luxurious space. Deep couches and plush chairs were arranged in an intimate circle around a crackling fireplace. The lighting was warm and inviting, soft enough to cast flattering shadows but bright enough to see clearly. A large bed dominated one corner of the room, its presence impossible to ignore.
Daphne and Tracey were already there, both looking up as Harry and Natalia entered. Daphne was stretched out on one of the couches in a way that managed to be both elegant and provocative, while Tracey occupied a chair with her legs tucked beneath her.
"There you are," Daphne said, her blue eyes bright with anticipation. "We were starting to think you'd gotten distracted along the way."
"We did," Natalia admitted with a grin, moving to kiss Daphne on both cheeks before doing the same with Tracey. "There was a broom closet that looked particularly inviting."
"Only looked?" Tracey asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm disappointed in you both."
"We showed restraint," Harry said, settling onto the couch beside Daphne. Natalia immediately claimed the spot on his other side, her thigh pressing against his. "Barely."
"Restraint is overrated," Daphne said, running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Especially where Harry's concerned."
"I can't agree more," Natalia said. She leaned back against the cushions, completely at ease. "And I think we're all past pretending we're here just to talk."
"We can talk," Tracey said, though her eyes had already darkened as they traveled over Harry's form. "We're perfectly capable of doing both."
"Multi-tasking," Daphne agreed with a saucy wink. "One of our many talents."
The easy chat continued as they settled in, the four of them falling into a comfortable rhythm. They'd spent enough time together over the past few weeks, Natalia catching up with Daphne and getting to know Tracey after she'd arrived in Britain. That obviously meant knowing about Harry's involvement in all their lives.
"So how's Krum handling things?" Daphne asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp with interest.
Natalia's expression remained calm, though her fingers traced a deliberate pattern on Harry's thigh. "Viktor's not happy, but he's keeping up appearances. We still sit together at meals, still smile for anyone watching. As far as the school knows, nothing's changed."
"Must be exhausting," Tracey said. "Pretending everything's fine when you'd rather be anywhere else."
"It's temporary," Natalia said. "Viktor's pride won't let him admit publicly that I've moved on. And honestly, it works for me too. Less drama, less scrutiny, and I can do what I want without the entire school gossiping about it."
"Clever," Daphne said approvingly. "Though Krum must be seething underneath."
"He is." Natalia smiled sharply. "But that's his problem, not mine. As long as he keeps his hands to himself and doesn't interfere with what I do in private, we'll maintain the facade."
"And if he doesn't?" Harry asked with an edge to his voice.
"Then the facade ends and I make it very clear to everyone exactly why we're done." Natalia's voice was cool and controlled. "But I don't think Viktor wants that any more than I do. His image matters too much to him."
Harry squeezed her hand. "We'll handle it together. All of us."
"Speaking of all of us," Tracey said, smoothly shifting the conversation. "Have you told Natalia about the others yet? Or are we still pretending Harry's social calendar isn't completely insane?"
Natalia laughed. "You mean Katie Bell, Fleur Delacour, Susan Bones, Auror Tonks, and Madam Rosmerta? I'm aware. We've discussed it."
"And you're fine with it?" Daphne asked, studying her carefully.
"Why wouldn't I be? I get what I want from Harry, and so do all of you. As long as everyone's honest about what's happening, I don't see the problem." Natalia's smile turned wicked. "Besides, it means I don't have to feel guilty about enjoying both him and whoever else catches my interest."
"I like the way you think," Daphne said with a grin.
"So," Tracey said after a bit, her expression growing more serious. "Have you heard anything new about Crouch? Any progress on the investigation?"
Harry shook his head. "The Ministry is obviously trying to bury it, but behind the scenes, the aurors are keeping things close to the chest. Even Dumbledore doesn't know much about the investigation, which means nothing significant has come up yet. It's been rather quiet so far."
"That's almost more worrying than if something had happened," Daphne said. She'd lost her casual sprawl, sitting up straighter with concern evident in her expression. "Someone that skilled, that patient, they're not going to just stop. Whatever they're planning, we're probably still in the middle of it."
"Which is why we need to stay alert," Tracey added. "All of us. You especially, Harry, since whoever did this probably knows you found the body."
"Yeah," Natalia said. Her hand found his thigh, squeezing gently. "I'd rather not lose you to some psychopath when I've only just started enjoying what you can do."
"What we can all do," Daphne corrected with a sly smile. "Let's not forget that Harry's talented, but we all bring something to this arrangement."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Natalia said. Her fingers traced idle patterns on Harry's leg, each touch sending heat curling through him. "I've been thinking about it quite a bit, actually. About what the three of us could do together. What all four of us could do."
The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees. Tracey's eyes had gone dark and heavy-lidded, while Daphne's smile had turned predatory. Harry felt his body respond immediately, arousal pooling low in his stomach.
"Have you now?" Daphne asked. She shifted on the couch, angling her body toward Natalia and Harry. "And what exactly have you been thinking about?"
"Many things," Natalia said. Her voice had dropped to something sultry and promising. "Mostly about how good Harry's hands feel on my skin. And his mouth. Merlin, the things I know he can do with his mouth."
"We're well aware," Tracey said. She'd abandoned her chair, moving to perch on the arm of the couch near Daphne. "He's quite skilled with that particular talent."
"Among others," Daphne added. Her hand reached out to trace a line down Harry's arm. "But I think Natalia wants to discover that for herself. Properly this time, without worrying about being interrupted or caught."
"I do," Natalia agreed. She turned to face Harry fully, her eyes locked on his. "I want all of you. Everything you're willing to give. And I want to share you with them, watch you make them feel the way you make me feel."
Harry's breath caught at the raw honesty in her voice, the open desire that radiated from her. "Natalia—"
"Don't make him talk," Daphne interrupted. "I'd much rather see his mouth put to better use."
Natalia laughed before she leaned in and kissed Harry, deep and hungry and demanding. Harry responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup the back of her neck as he pulled her closer.
When they broke apart, both breathing harder, Natalia's eyes were blazing. "Strip," she said simply. "All of you. I want to see what I'm working with."
"Demanding," Daphne said, but she was already standing, her fingers working at the buttons of her blouse. "I like it."
Tracey rose as well, pulling her jumper over her head. "We're not going to be the only ones naked, are we?"
"Absolutely not," Natalia said. She stood and began undressing with the same bold confidence she brought to everything else. Her shirt hit the floor, followed quickly by her bra. Her breasts were perfect, full and high, her nipples already hard with arousal.
Harry shed his own clothes quickly, his eyes moving between the three beautiful witches as they revealed themselves, all perfect skin and curves, begging to be touched and devoured.
"Much better," Daphne said, her eyes traveling over Harry's naked form with obvious appreciation. "Now come here."
Harry moved to her and she pulled him into a kiss that was immediately different from Natalia's. Where Natalia was demanding and passionate, Daphne was teasing and controlled, her tongue dancing against his in a way that made him chase her for more. When she pulled back, her smile was wicked.
"Don't forget about me," Tracey said. She pressed against Harry's side, her hand sliding down his chest to wrap around his already hard cock. "I've been waiting for this all week."
Harry turned to kiss her, his hand finding the curve of her hip. Tracey made a soft sound of pleasure, her grip on him tightening as she stroked. The sensation was incredible, made even better by the knowledge that Daphne and Natalia were watching.
"That's quite a sight," Natalia said. She'd moved to one of the couches, stretching out with unabashed sensuality. One hand trailed down her body to rest between her legs. "Keep going. I want to watch."
Harry broke the kiss with Tracey, his breathing ragged. "No way. Come here," he said to Natalia. "Didn't you want to discover what this mouth can do?"
"Direct. I like that." Natalia rose with a grin and moved to him, pressing her body against his front while Tracey remained at his side. "Show me what that talented mouth can do."
Harry guided her to the couch and knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs. Natalia's skin was impossibly soft, warm beneath his palms. He could see how wet she already was, could smell the musky scent of her arousal. His mouth watered in anticipation.
Daphne settled beside Natalia on the couch, her hand moving to cup one of Natalia's breasts. "He's going to ruin you for anyone else," she said, rolling Natalia's nipple between her fingers. "Fair warning."
"I'm already ruined for anyone else," Natalia said. Then Harry's mouth found her and whatever else she might have said dissolved into a gasp.
Harry worked her with his tongue, long slow strokes that had Natalia's hips lifting off the couch. She tasted incredible, sweet and salty and perfect. He varied his rhythm, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Her hands found his hair, gripping tight as she began to rock against his face.
"Oh fuck," Natalia breathed. "That's—yes, right there, don't stop—"
Daphne continued playing with Natalia's breasts, occasionally leaning down to take a nipple in her mouth. Tracey had moved behind Harry, her hands roaming over his back and shoulders, occasionally dipping lower to tease. The combination of sensations—Natalia's taste, her sounds, and the feel of Tracey's hands—had Harry achingly hard.
Suddenly, Natalia's body tensed and she came with a cry that echoed through the room, her body arching off the couch as pleasure washed over her. Harry worked her through her climax, his tongue soothing her glistening lips. When he finally pulled back, his chin was slick with her arousal and his cock was throbbing with need.
"My turn," Daphne said. She shifted on the couch, spreading her legs in clear invitation. "I want that mouth on me too."
Harry moved to her immediately, his hands gripping her thighs as he dove in. Daphne tasted different from Natalia, slightly sweeter, and her responses were more controlled even as pleasure built. She didn't thrash or cry out but rather made these small, breathless sounds that were somehow even more arousing.
Natalia had recovered enough to move, sliding off the couch to kneel beside Harry. Her hand wrapped around his cock and Harry groaned against Daphne's pussy. The dual sensation of tasting Daphne while Natalia stroked him was almost overwhelming.
"He's so hard," Natalia said, her voice full of wonder. "I can feel how much he wants this."
"He's good at what he does," Tracey said. She'd taken Natalia's vacated spot on the couch, running her fingers through Daphne's hair as Harry pleasured her. "Very, very good."
Daphne's control finally broke, her hips bucking against Harry's face as her orgasm hit. She was quieter than Natalia had been but no less intense, her body trembling with the force of it. Harry didn't stop until she pushed at his head, hypersensitive and breathless.
"Tracey," Harry said, his voice rough with need. "Your turn."
"About time," Tracey said. She shifted to the edge of the couch, her legs falling open. "I've been watching you two get off while I sit here wanting."
Harry was more aggressive with Tracey, his tongue delving deep before focusing on her clit. She responded immediately, her hands fisting in his hair as she ground against his face. Natalia continued stroking his cock, occasionally dipping her head to take him in her mouth for a few seconds before pulling back.
The teasing was exquisite torture. Every time Natalia's mouth closed around him, Harry thought he might come right then. But she always pulled back before he could, keeping him on edge while he focused on bringing Tracey pleasure.
Daphne had recovered enough to join them, kneeling beside Natalia. She leaned in to kiss her, slow and sensual, while Natalia's hand never stopped moving on Harry's cock. The sight of them together, lips and tongues moving as they kissed hotly, made Tracey's arousal spike even higher.
Her body shuddered and she came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around Harry's head as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Harry teased her lips, helping her ride out every aftershock until she collapsed back against the couch, completely spent.
"I need you inside me," Natalia said as she pulled back from Daphne. She released Harry's cock and moved to the bed that dominated one corner of the room. "Now."
Harry followed her, his need so intense it was almost painful. Natalia spread out on the silk sheets, her body an offering he was desperate to accept. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.
"Yes," Natalia breathed. "Fill me up. I want to feel every inch of you."
Harry pushed in slowly, both of them groaning at the sensation. Natalia was incredibly tight and wet, her body accepting him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his eyes locked on hers.
"You feel amazing," Harry said.
"So do you." Natalia wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Now move. Show me what you can do."
Harry began to thrust, starting slow but gradually building speed. Natalia met him movement for movement, her hips rising to take him deeper with each stroke. The sounds of their bodies coming together filled the room, accompanied by their harsh breathing and Natalia's increasingly vocal responses.
Daphne and Tracey had joined them on the bed, one on each side. Daphne leaned in to kiss Harry while Tracey's hands roamed over Natalia's body, playing with her breasts and occasionally dipping between her legs to add extra stimulation.
"Harder," Natalia demanded. "I want to feel you tomorrow, want to remember this every time I move."
Harry complied, his hips snapping forward with increased force. The new angle had Natalia crying out with each thrust, her nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. The sting only added to his pleasure, driving him to move faster, deeper, giving her everything she asked for.
"That's it," Daphne murmured in his ear. "Make her scream. Show her why we're all so addicted to having you inside us."
The words pushed Harry even more, his thrusts getting rougher. He shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside Natalia that made her entire body arch off the bed. Her inner walls clenched around him, fluttering in a way that felt incredible.
"Right there," Natalia gasped. "Oh fuck, right there, don't stop—"
Harry maintained the angle, his thrusts becoming almost brutal as he her closer to her orgasm. Tracey's fingers had found Natalia's clit, rubbing in tight circles that had Natalia babbling incoherently. The combination of Harry's cock and Tracey's fingers pushed her over the edge.
Natalia came hard, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed through her. She screamed Harry's name, her nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. The feeling of her clenching around him, the sound of her pleasure, nearly pushed Harry over the edge but he held back with supreme effort.
He wanted more. Wanted to feel all of them, wanted to make each of them come apart the way Natalia just had.
Harry pulled out carefully, his cock still rock hard and glistening with Natalia's arousal. Daphne immediately moved to take Natalia's place, positioning herself on her hands and knees in clear invitation.
"Fuck me from behind," Daphne said, looking over her shoulder at him. "I want to feel how deep you can go."
Harry took a moment to stare at her perfectly heart-shaped ass pushed high in the air, and with a grin, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He pushed in with one smooth thrust and Daphne made a sound of pure satisfaction. This position let him go even deeper, let him hit spots that had Daphne gasping with each movement.
Natalia had recovered enough to move, sliding beneath Daphne so she could kiss her while Harry fucked her. The sight of them together, lips and tongues tangling while Harry moved, was incredibly erotic. Tracey knelt beside them, her hands roaming over both their bodies, adding touches and caresses that enhanced everything.
"You're so tight like this," Harry said, his voice strained. "So perfect."
"Harder," Daphne demanded between kisses with Natalia. "I can take it. I want it rough."
Harry complied, his hips slamming forward with enough force to rock Daphne forward. She cried out but immediately pushed back against him, taking everything he gave and demanding more. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, primal and arousing.
Natalia's hands were everywhere—on Daphne's breasts, between her legs, and occasionally reaching back to cup Harry's balls. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure through him, made him thrust harder, faster, chasing the building pressure that threatened to overwhelm him.
Daphne came with a scream that was anything but controlled, her arms giving out so she collapsed onto Natalia. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Harry's cock, milking him in a way that made his vision blur. But he still held back, determined to last, to give Tracey the same attention he'd given the other two.
He pulled out and Tracey immediately took Daphne's place, though she turned onto her back instead. "I want to see your face," she said, spreading her legs. "Want to watch you while you're inside me."
Harry entered her more gently than he had the others. But Tracey wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, her eyes locked on his.
"Don't hold back," Tracey said. "I want everything you have left to give."
Harry began to move, his thrusts slow but deep. Tracey's hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, her touch light and teasing even as her body accepted him fully. There was something intimate about this position, about watching her face as pleasure built, seeing every expression that crossed her features.
Natalia and Daphne had recovered enough to join them again. Natalia knelt beside Harry, kissing along his jaw and neck while her hand reached between him and Tracey to add extra stimulation. Daphne was at Tracey's head, leaning down to kiss her upside down while playing with her breasts.
The attention from all three of them was almost too much. Harry felt his control beginning to slip, felt his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming less controlled as need overtook him.
"Come inside me," Tracey said, her voice breathless but clear. "I want to feel you."
That was all it took. Harry's orgasm hit him like a physical blow, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain crashing through him. He buried himself as deep as possible, his cock pulsing as he came hard. The feeling of him finishing triggered Tracey's own climax and she cried out, her body arching as her inner walls clenched around him.
Harry collapsed beside Tracey, completely spent. His entire body was trembling with aftershocks, his breathing ragged. Natalia immediately curled against one side of him while Daphne claimed the other. Tracey remained where she was, her legs parted and their combined juices slowly trickling out of her pussy.
For several long minutes, none of them spoke. The only sounds in the room were their harsh breathing gradually returning to normal and the crackling of the fire.
"That was incredible," Natalia finally said.
"Agreed," Daphne murmured. "We're definitely doing this again."
"As often as possible," Tracey added, her voice drowsy with satisfaction.
Harry couldn't help but laugh, the sound coming out breathless. His life had become increasingly complicated—murder investigations, tournament challenges, angry ex-boyfriends who were likely planning revenge. But moments like this, surrounded by beautiful witches who wanted him as much as he wanted them, made everything worthwhile.
They lay there in comfortable silence as the fire burned down to embers. Eventually they'd need to get dressed and return to their separate dormitories before someone noticed their absence. But for now, in this moment, Harry allowed himself to simply enjoy the warmth of their bodies pressed against his and the satisfied exhaustion that suffused every muscle.
"We should probably get back soon," Daphne said eventually, though she made no move to actually leave. "Before curfew anyway."
"Five more minutes," Natalia said, tightening her hold on Harry. "I'm too comfortable to move yet."
"Make it ten," Tracey agreed.
They ended up staying for twenty, reluctant to break the perfect intimacy they'd created. When they finally did dress, there was laughter and stolen kisses, wandering hands that promised next time. They left in pairs—Daphne and Tracey heading toward the dungeons while Harry walked Natalia toward the entrance hall through a secret passageway.
They paused in a shadowed alcove and Natalia pulled Harry in for one more kiss.
"Thank you for tonight," she said when they broke apart. "For sharing yourself with all of us. For making this work."
"Thank you for being part of it," Harry replied. "For accepting this complicated situation."
"It's not complicated," Natalia said simply. "It's exactly what I want. What we all want. That makes it perfect."
They parted with one final kiss and Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Tower. Whatever challenges lay ahead, be it Crouch's murder investigation, Krum's wounded pride, or the final task of the tournament, he had people on his side. People who cared about him, who wanted him, and who would stand with him.
And that made all the difference.
TBC.
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