"From virgin to pregnant in a night." Astoria whispered, and Harry wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.
"I'm so sorry. I… I was reckless, and I keep doing this. I keep wrecking girls' lives by knocking them up. I mean… fuck, there's so many examples. I ruined Cassie's relationship with her family and got her banished from House Malfoy. Nym was a successful Auror and now she's a glorified babysitter at Hogwarts protecting me from a threat that barely exists. Fleur gave up Beauxbatons for me, and now you…"
"Hey." Astoria said sternly, and she wheeled around and pointed a finger in his face, "Wrecked my life? A blood curse was 'wrecking my life', and you're the hero who saved me from that. I would have died, Harry. Died. Yeah, I mean, I'm a little young to be getting pregnant, even by wizarding standards, but you broke the blood curse that's plagued my family for generations. I owe my life to you, and you can't wreck what's already yours. I'm yours, Harry."
Harry's heart melted at the stubborn girl before him, hands on her hips and the most adorable expression on her face.
"Fuck, Storey, it's like you want me to take you right here on this balcony." Harry groaned. After the revelation from Freya, Astoria and Harry had withdrawn to a balcony overlooking the grounds to talk in private. Storey's eyes widened as she realized he wasn't really joking, and her cheeks flushed while her eyes darkened with want, but just then the balcony door opened and Harry and Astoria wheeled towards the sound.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Greengrass. I'm sorry for the interruption." said a waiter non-judgmentally, "The Delacours are ready for you."
Harry turned towards Astoria, but she stepped close and kissed him with her soft, full lips and her huge tits squashed against his chest.
"Go say hi to Gabby for me." Astoria beamed. As Harry left with the waiter, he heard Astoria let out a delighted giggle, which made him smile.
As Harry followed the waiter away from Storey, he wondered idly how long Daphne's new no-jealousy policy would hold. He had a sneaking suspicion she'd instantly demand to be seeded, and probably rope Freya into being a living pregnancy test somehow, making sure Harry didn't stop until she was pregnant.
Not that he was particularly opposed to knocking up Daphne, not at all, he just hoped she wasn't too jealous, no matter what she said.
———
Harry walked into a fancy parlor room and found the Delacour ladies all present, and his cock got rock hard instantly, something he attributed, like usual, to the Veela aura. Fleur had a bit of one, Gabby's hadn't matured yet, but Apolline's was intoxicating.
The Delacour matriarch sat in a posh armchair wearing a silver gown that adhered tightly to her body, hugging every curve and dipping playfully to show some of her cleavage. She smiled when Harry walked in, and she fanned her face, something that she always did when Harry came up to her.
"'Arry!" Fleur said delightedly, and he found himself being embraced by the Veela girl. She wore a dark blue dress that was clingy around her bosom, but loosened up around her pregnant stomach, showing off that she was in fact pregnant, but not constricting around her baby bump.
Harry's hands settled on Fleur's wide hips and they kissed hotly. When Fleur drew back, Gabby approached him, and Harry eagerly drew Gabby close.
"Happy Birthday, love." he smiled.
She looked at him happily.
"Fourteen today. Only two more years until my stupid body will let me get knocked up." Gabby said eagerly. Harry choked.
"You're counting down the days?" he asked in amazement.
"Well, of course, I am!" Gabby said indignantly, "You've already knocked up my big sister. I want some Potter babies, too."
"I'm pretty glad you still have two years, I've knocked up enough girls recently." Harry chuckled.
"I see you're spreading your seed well, then." Apolline laughed.
"'e sure is." Fleur touched her stomach.
"How many bloodlines will be related in the next generation?" Apolline mused.
"Oh, shit, I didn't even think of that." Harry said in shock.
"A problem for a later day, perhaps." Apolline winked. She had a sexy French lilt to her voice, though it wasn't anywhere near as strong as Fleur's accent. Gabby sounded only slightly French, but she spoke French like a natural.
The three gorgeous silvery blonde ladies took their seats again, and Harry was ordered by Gabby to squeeze onto the ornate chaise with her.
"So, are you excited for Christmas?" Apolline asked Harry.
"Of course." Harry nodded, "I have several ravishingly beautiful presents to unwrap."
"Well, I do hope you're talking about me." Lily said, walking into the room.
"Of course I am." Harry winked. Gabby and Fleur both obviously knew Harry and Lily fucked, as they were present at Harry's birthday orgy. From Lily's comment and Apolline's lack of shock, Harry figured that Lily had told the Veela, who was one of her best friends after all.
"So, I have requested you two to be brought here for an unfortunately serious matter." Apolline admitted.
"Oh no, what is it?" Lily asked, concerned.
"Jacques is quite furious about Fleur's pregnancy." Apolline began.
"He's not kicking her out of the house, is he?" Harry asked, horrified. If he had gotten both Cassie and Fleur exiled from their family…
"Oh, no, no, of course not. Jacques is not cruel like that, and he does love his daughters. It's just… he wants a marriage contract with House Potter." Apolline sighed.
"Well, I'm sorry, but Harry already has a marriage contract, with House Greengrass." Lily said, and she did sound genuinely sorry.
"That is what I told him." Apolline agreed, "He was quite unhappy with that, though, and I believe he went over to see Stephen Greengrass about nullifying the marriage contract."
"Wait, what? Daphne and I aren't betrothed anymore?" Harry asked in shock.
"No, you remain betrothed. Jacques was unsuccessful." Apolline soothed him.
"Then what is the serious matter?" Lily frowned.
"Jacques has taken things to the Ministry." Apolline sighed, "He's intent on securing a marriage contract for Fleur, and he wants the wedding prior to the baby's birth."
Lily opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.
"Do you think the Ministry will take Jacques' side?" Lily wondered.
"I'm not sure. Marriage contracts are quite an archaic part of our society, and because of that, they've become less firm with rules surrounding them. In the distant past, Harry could be jailed for impregnating women other than the woman he's betrothed to, but fortunately, that time is long past. Yet, I believe Jacques is basing his arguments on Harry betraying the marriage contract." Apolline said. Gabby touched Harry's shoulder, and he looked at her.
"I'm so sorry." Gabrielle sighed. Harry wrapped an arm around her.
"It's not your fault. Yours either, Fleur." Harry called to the older Delacour sister, who was looking downcast. Lily rubbed Fleur's shoulder.
"Trust me, Harry and I do not blame you in the slightest. I'd be overjoyed to have you as a daughter in law, but I know Harry will never hurt Daphne in that way."
"Oui." Fleur agreed, "He is too noble."
"I'm not noble, I'm in Slytherin. I'm cunning and manipulative." Harry protested. Everyone present laughed.
"Perhaps you are, sweetie, but you use those skills only for noble purposes." Lily said lovingly.
"So, can we stop Jacques somehow?" Harry asked.
"I'm honestly not sure. I think he does have some ground to stand on, legally speaking. You knocked up his daughter while under a marriage oath to a different girl. Depending on the judge, he might get his wish." Lily sighed.
"Does that mean any girl I've knocked up can do this?" Harry frowned.
"Unfortunately so, though I don't think most of them have fathers like Jacques." Apolline shrugged.
A somber mood descended upon the room, and Gabrielle jumped to her feet. She took Harry by the hand.
"It is my birthday, and I do not wish to spend it in here worrying about what my father is up to." she declared.
"You're right." Harry agreed, and he rose to his feet, too, "Come on. I'll take you out on the floor for a dance."
Gabrielle smiled delightedly.
———
Harry had one hand on Gabrielle's hip and one hand was clasping hers. Her other hand was on his shoulder, and the two were ballroom dancing. Gabrielle looked up at him with her pretty dark blue eyes, smiling. Her silvery blonde hair was elegantly styled tonight, and her makeup was tastefully applied along her cheekbones, accentuating her already insane natural beauty.
"Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour." Harry smiled. Gabrielle gasped happily.
"Oh, Harry. Your pronunciation is awful, but I can't believe you spent time practicing that. Je t'aime." Gabrielle beamed. Harry pulled Gabby close for a kiss, one she happily returned.
The song ended, and Harry and Gabrielle moved off the dance floor, their lips instantly joining together again as they did.
When Harry and Gabby finally broke apart, the birthday girl's cheeks were flushed, and she had never looked at Harry quite so happily, except for possibly after the very first time he fucked her.
Gabby's gaze flicked sideways, and her mouth fell open. Harry turned, and saw Storey there, blushing.
"Oh, I don't mean to interrupt." Astoria said embarrassedly.
"Tu as des seins énormes!" Gabby shrieked in astonishment.
"Huh?" Astoria asked, looking to Harry, who shrugged.
"When did they get so big?" Gabby exclaimed, and Storey abruptly realized Gabrielle was talking about her newly immense tits.
"Oh! Um… pretty recently. It's a side effect of Freya's fertility magic being used to save me." Astoria explained a little guiltily. Gabby's eyes narrowed, and flicked between Harry and Astoria.
"Is that all?" Gabrielle pondered innocently.
"No, it's not." Harry answered for Storey, "What you're thinking? You're correct. Astoria's new amazing tits are a side effect of my own blessing from Freya… interacting, I suppose, with Astoria's."
"So… Storey… you're…" Gabby pointed towards Astoria's stomach.
"You can't tell anyone, Gabs. Only us and my mom know." Harry said seriously. The Veela nodded eagerly.
"You can always rely on me, Harry." she said loyally, "Je t'aime."
"I love you, too." Harry smiled.