"I haven't performed cosmetic surgery on a cadaver since medical school," Andi commented as she sliced into Charlie's dead body.
"Uh…" Sirius said.
Andi sat back on her haunches and nodded. "Ok, it's done," Andi stood up and walked over to Sirius. "It's a rough approximation of a Hebridean Black claw wound. Making it too perfect would raise red flags. There's a Hebridean Black Dragon reserve near London. If we drop him in there no one is going to look too closely."
"What if they do?" Sirius asked.
"Then they'll pin it on death eaters. They're not going to suspect St Mungo's chief medi-witch and a dead man of murdering one of Dumbledore's closest allies."
"You're right," Sirius agreed. "Speaking of you don't seem bothered by all the death and murder. Aren't you supposed to do no harm?"
"I'm not doing any harm. That boy is already dead, my oath says nothing about performing cosmetic surgery on a corpse. I think sometimes you forget I was also raised a Black. I know what it means to cross our family, and the penalties our parents would have imposed. And for once I don't have a problem with it. All they cared about was money and how to extract the most they could get away with from Harry. They were willing to sacrifice the happiness of four people to get what they wanted. Molly Weasley even used her daughter as a pawn… worse, she prostituted her daughter for her own benefit. What kind of mother does that?"
"Someone who values money over family. Which doesn't sound like our family at all…" Sirius replied sarcastically.
"Hmph…" Andi replied. "Do you need a hand moving the body?"
"No, I've got it," Sirius said before apparating away.
Harry knocked on the door of the ritual chamber after Sirius disappeared, causing Andi to spin around. "Harry?"
"I was uh…" Harry began as his eyes drifted from Andi to the blood splatter against the wall. "Looking for Siri…" Harry stuttered to a halt as his eyes finally landed on the empty chair covered in blood. There was blood shining off the leather restraints. Harry felt bile rise in his throat as he slapped his hand over his mouth and rushed out of the room.
Hermione and Fleur stuck their heads out of the sitting room, as Harry bolted out of the stairway and through the house to the ground floor bathroom. The two girls ran after him and followed Harry into the bathroom where he was throwing up. Hermione knelt down next to him and rubbed his back soothingly as she watched Fleur, who busied herself conjuring a glass and pouring Harry a glass of water.
Eventually Harry's stomach was empty and he flushed the toilet and sat on the floor, wiping his face with the towel Hermione handed him. "Sorry... I… I thought I was stronger than that."
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
"I saw…" Harry began, turning green as the memories resurfaced. "I saw the aftermath of what Sirius did to Charlie… there was blood everywhere and… I couldn't handle it. I thought I was strong enough. Guess I'm pretty stupid huh…"
"That's not true, Harry, you're plenty strong. You're also compassionate to people, even if they've wronged you. You're a good person, Harry," Hermione assured him. Privately she was relieved, Harry was still the man she loved despite his quest for revenge on the Weasley's and Dumbledore. Not even they could rob him of the good in his heart. Even tinged with the darkness they'd brought out in him.
Arthur Weasley stepped through the floo into Dumbledore's office, he slumped into a chair opposite the headmaster. "What's happened Arthur?" Dumbledore asked. He peered over his hands at the younger man. He looked older than his years, haggard. Worry lines creased his brow and he looked tired.
"They found… they found Charlie in the dragon reserve near London, he was dead. Bill has gone missing, the Goblins won't tell me anything," Arthur explained as he took a shaky sip of the fire whiskey Dumbledore handed him.
"Have you spoken to Miss Delacour?"
Arthur shook his head. "No."
"I'll send Remus to check in on her and speak to Gringotts. I'm sure Bill is simply busy with work," Dumbledore assured him.
"Ok, thank you, Albus."
"What's our next move?" Sirius asked as they sat together a few days later. Harry was sat between Hermione and Fleur.
Harry thought about it for a few moments before slumping back on the couch. "I'm not sure I want there to be a next move. After Charlie… I'm not sure I have the stomach for it."
"You don't have to be here for this Harry, I can take care of the Weasley's without getting you any further involved," Sirius assured him. "Go to France, spend time with your girlfriends."
"My sister would love to see you again, 'Arry," Fleur said as she stroked his arm.
"Let's go, Harry. Let's leave Britain behind," Hermione urged.
Harry sat quietly for a few minutes before letting out a long breath. "I need to think."
Harry got up and walked out of the room, traipsing through the house and into the backyard. He sat down against the largest tree in the garden, a spot the three had found themselves often since Harry had recovered. Fleur and Hermione liked to read in the warm sun. A charm kept the brutal summer heat out while retaining enough warmth to make the area comfortable.
Harry buried his head in his arms, letting out another long breath. He could feel the two girls hovering, watching him worriedly. "If you're going to fret, you could at least come over and join me."
Hermione ducked her head sheepishly, while Fleur confidently walked out and sat down next to Harry. She wrapped her arms around his and rested her head on his shoulder. Hermione rushed over to join them, snuggling into Harry's side.
"I feel like a coward…" Harry said.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"I'm considering running away and letting other people bloody their hands on my behalf. What else do you call that?"
"Harry, you're doing it again…" Hermione admonished him.
"What?"
"You're trying to take on all the world's problems by yourself. You're still a teenager, you should be doing teenager things. Let Sirius deal with the Weasley's, you don't need to be here for this."
Harry was quiet for another few before nodding. "Ok."
Hermione and Fleur smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek. "Let's go talk to Sirius."
"Good morning, Albus," Arthur said entering Dumbledore's office.
"Good morning, Arthur."
"You said you had some news?"
"Yes," Dumbledore confirmed. "I spoke with a contact at Gringotts, and they informed me that Bill is safe. However, they told me he won't be back anytime soon."
"Did they say why?" Arthur asked.
"I was told that Bill is involved in a long-term study of dragon dietary habits," Dumbledore explained.
"What does that mean?" Arthur asked, puzzled. "That doesn't sound like something a curse-breaker would be involved in."
"I am unsure. They did tell me that they would pass along your message when they are able."
"Do you believe them?"
Dumbledore went quiet. He suspected something had happened to Bill, but he didn't need the Weasley's panicking right now. With young Harry, Miss Granger, and Miss Delacour all missing, he needed them to focus on bringing the three to heel. He had no reason to believe they'd broken through the obliviation, but someone was moving in the background to protect them, probably Sirius.
"I think we have no choice. The Goblins won't share information if it's not to their advantage. We're lucky they share as much as they did. For now, we know he's safe, let's be satisfied with that."
"Yes…" Arthur replied, he wanted to push back harder but he knew there was little point. Dumbledore could be an obstinate old man when he wanted. Arthur suspected today would be little different. "Any news on Fleur?"
Dumbledore placed his glasses on his desk. "Unfortunately, no, Remus visited her apartment and found it empty. He suspected no one had been there in over a week. When I inquired with my contact, he had no information. I surmise she may have returned to France temporarily. But I have no proof to support my theory."
"I see…"
"Perhaps Molly can write to Miss Delacour's mother?" Dumbledore suggested.
"Yes, perhaps…" Arthur replied, they'd only met the Delacour's once and it had not gone well. Apolline and Molly had disliked each other immediately and nothing he or Jean, Fleur's father, had tried made the situation better. "Thank you for your time today, Albus. Please let me know what else we can do to help."
"Thank you, Arthur, I'll be in touch in due course."
"Are you ready, Harry?" Tonks asked. They were sitting with Fleur and Hermione in a Mercedes-Benz S500 Long Body that Sirius had bought Harry earlier in the day. The car was idling at the end of Privet Drive. Tonks wanted to give Harry time to prepare himself to confront his relatives.
"Yeah, I'm good," Harry replied.
"When did you learn to drive?" Hermione asked from the front passenger seat.
"During Auror training. Sometimes we have to blend in with the muggles and knowing how to drive really helps."
"And we're sure the wards have been disabled?" Harry asked. In truth he wasn't worried about his relatives, if Vernon started anything he had Fleur and Tonks to back him up. But the idea of Dumbledore appearing made him nervous. He'd gotten his family back, he refused to lose them ever again.
"The Goblins said the wards are idle, not disabled. If we disable them, Dumbledore will know, but leaving them idle means he's none the wiser," Hermione assured him.
"Ok."
Tonks revved the engine and pulled out into the street, pulling into the Dursley's driveway a minute later. Harry and Fleur exited the car and knocked on the door.
When Vernon answered the door, his eyes narrowed. But he quickly noticed the unearthly beauty beside his nephew and the car in the driveway. "What do you want, boy?"
"Hello, Vernon, I need to speak with you and Petunia. I promise if you hear me out, it won't take long, and you'll never have to see me again."
Vernon's eyes lit up at that news. "Fine, get in here."
"Vernon, who's car is that?"
"It's mine, my godfather's money paid for it," Harry explained as they entered the house.
"Your godfather, the murderer?" Petunia asked, deliberately needling Harry.
"Yes, he wanted to drop by and say hi, but he's busy murdering people today," Harry replied, a chill ran up his spine thinking about how true that actually was.
"And who is this? Did your godfather buy you a whore too?" Petunia spat. It was clear that almost losing Dudley the previous year had solidified her hate for Harry. And she was determined to get a rise out of him.
"I am 'Arry's girlfriend, but I will happily fuck him in front of you if that's what you think of me…" Fleur replied acerbically.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, resting his glasses on his fingers. "Fleur, please…"
"Oh fine…" Fleur replied reluctantly, glaring at Petunia who glared back.
"You said this wouldn't take long, boy," Vernon growled.
Harry rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. He dropped a folded piece of paper on the table between them and explained. "I don't plan on returning here ever again. As my legal guardians, I need you to sign my emancipation papers."
Vernon huffed. "And why would we do that?"
"Because it'll get me out of your hair once and for all, and…" Harry began pulling a cheque out of his jacket pocket. "It'll make you twenty-five thousand pounds richer."
Vernon's eyes lit up. "Twenty-five… thousand…"
"Just sign and the money is yours," Harry assured him.
Vernon hurriedly signed the paper and shoved it into Harry's chest, snatching the cheque out of his hand. "Get out."
Harry chuckled to himself. "Gladly."
Fleur and Harry exited the house for the final time, re-entering the Mercedes. Hermione glanced into the back seat worriedly. "Are you ok?"
Harry nodded. "I'm good," he replied as a grin crossed his face. "Better knowing a manila folder is on its way to Grunnings and the local paper right now."
"That twenty-five grand won't do Vernon much good from prison," Fleur said with a big grin as she cuddled into Harry's side. In addition to withdrawing money from his account for the car and the bribe, Sirius had also collected a folder full of the sordid details of Vernon's illicit activities over the years. They'd immediately sent it to his work and several newspapers, both local and national. The information would prove explosive, ending with Vernon in prison and Grunnings on the verge of bankruptcy.
"I'm glad the Goblins are on our side…" Harry remarked as they drove away.
"They're gone," Tonks reported as she entered the kitchen of Grimmauld Place.
"Good, Harry doesn't need to be here for this," Sirius said as he read the Daily Prophet.
"So, what's the plan?"
Sirius put the paper down and leaned back in his chair. "Fred and George."
Tonks frowned, crossing her arms. "How far are you going to take this Sirius? Are we going to kill children eventually?"
"No. I'm not going to kill Ron and Ginny. Unless they try to hurt Harry."
"Ok," Tonks agreed. "So, Fred and George… and potions."
"Dobby, we need you," Sirius said.
After arriving in France, the first thing Jean Delacour, Fleur's father and head of the French Department of Magical Law Enforcement, did was sent the three to the Delacour beach house. They were safely hidden behind ancient wards that would trouble even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore.
Fleur walked up behind Harry who was dressed only in swim trunks looking out on the ocean. She wrapped her arms around his chest and kissed along his shoulder. He could feel her substantial breasts pressing into his back.
"What are you thinking about, 'Arry?"
"I've never seen water this beautiful, it's crystal clear… this area is stunning," Harry said quietly. "But not as stunning as you," He added, turning around to embrace her. He blushed when he saw she was clad in only the bottom half of a string bikini. Her large perky breasts were on full view.
"Wow…" Harry said vacantly, staring at the perfectly pale and perky breasts.
Fleur grinned and took his hand placing it on top of her breast. While the other hand undid the knot on her bikini bottoms. "Come with me, 'Arry. Let me help you fully relax, even if it's just for a little while."
"Ok," Harry replied, happy to let Fleur lead him wherever she wanted to take him.
Fleur led Harry over to a nearby umbrella. While the shield protected them from the heat, they were still vulnerable to sunburn. And Fleur didn't want a heavy tan regardless.
Fleur moved Harry's hands back to her breasts, letting him massage them gently. She whimpered as he squeezed them, pushing herself forward to capture his lips. Her hands wandered down his body, wrapping around his huge cock, as his tongue coiled around hers.
Harry pulled back for a moment, gasping as Fleur stroked him. "Fleur, I love you."
A huge smile graced Fleur's beautiful face. "Just me?"
"Hermione too, always Hermione," Harry gasped as Fleur squeezed his cock.
"That's the right answer, 'Arry, I love you too," Fleur replied, pushing his shirt up so she could suck on his nipples. Causing Harry to squeak cutely, much to Fleur's amusement.
One of Harry's hands slipped off Fleur's breast and wandered down her back to her fat round ass. He cupped and squeezed it, appreciating how mailable it was, letting his fingers sink into Fleur's perfect flesh.
"Mmm, 'Arry, let me…" Fleur said, pushing him back slightly and sinking down. Harry's hand under her arm made Fleur pause and look up at him. Her shimmering azure eyes gazing at him with undisguised lust and love. "'Arry, what's wrong?"
Harry smiled gently, tugging Fleur back to her feet. "Nothing, it's just, I want to pleasure you. You give me so much, I wanted to give back for once."
Fleur licked her lips. It wasn't the first time Harry had gone down on her, they'd experimented with oral sex at Hogwarts. It was only once, near the very end of the tournament. Hermione had been there, but only to watch. Fleur could tell she'd gotten very aroused by the experience though.
"Ok, 'Arry, but I don't need a reward for helping the man I love. Though, I'm not saying no, either," Fleur said with a sultry grin.
"Good," Harry replied, as he sank to his knees for the blonde. He admired her perfectly smooth pussy for a moment, before leaning in and pressing his tongue against her clit. He gently lapped at it, making Fleur moan, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling hard enough to make Harry wince. But he persisted, he'd paid close attention to Fleur's instructions that day in the room of requirement. He knew she loved having her clit played with, and Fleur wanted Harry to know all the ways she liked to be played with.
Harry wanted to experiment too, so he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit again and visualised a snake in his mind. "$Hello Fleur$."
The blonde Veela let out a shriek of pleasure and went limp, forcing Harry onto his back while Fleur landed on his face. She managed to catch herself by throwing her hands out in front of her. She was now crouched over Harry, with his head between her knees. "Mon dieu, 'Arry, what did you do?" She asked breathlessly.
Harry blushed, unable to tear his eyes away from Fleur's erotically swaying tits. "I used parseltongue, I-I didn't know if it would work or not. Did you like it?"
Fleur stared incredulously at Harry for a few seconds, before shimmying down his body and giving him the sloppiest, raunchiest kiss she'd ever given one of her lovers. "I want you, 'Arry, I want you inside me."
"A-are you sure? Don't we need protection?"
Fleur shook her head. "Non, I am on a potion that will stop me getting pregnant. I do not want to bear your children, yet," Fleur said, growling as she said the yet.
Harry could see the lust in Fleur's eyes. He'd never seen a woman this aroused before, some of his fangirls came close, but nothing like this. "Ok."
Fleur gently stroked Harry's face and kissed him again, this time more lovingly. "I know this is your first time, I promise, I will make you feel amazing."
Harry's blush deepened. "I just hope I don't disappoint…"
"There's no way you could, 'Arry, you are the man I love. The man who will be the father of my children. Our love is what's most important." Fleur assured him as she climbed off Harry, and laid back on the towels behind her. She spread her legs erotically for her lover, and beckoned him forward. "I'm ready, 'Arry."
Harry crawled forward into Fleur's embrace, she pulled him against her, squishing her massive tits against his chest. Freeing one of her hands she wrapped her fingers around his cock and guided it inside her pussy. Harry groaned against her collar bone, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn't cum immediately. Her velvety folds held him like a vice, as if she never wanted to let him go. And after feeling her pussy surround him, that wouldn't bother him a bit.
"Start moving gently, 'Arry, find a comfortable rhythm and then start picking up the pace," Fleur instructed him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her ankles against his ass to encourage him forward.
Harry began slowly sliding in and out of Fleur, his breathing laboured and sweat beginning to form on his brow. The focus he had to maintain to not cum inside her made him sweat. He was picking up the pace, his skin slapping hers as Fleur coiled around him, locking him in her embrace.
"I'm not letting you go, until you pump me full of your cum, 'Arry," Fleur purred into his ear.
"Fleur, I…" Harry tried to protest, but Fleur cut him off.
"Oui, you can, 'Arry, cum inside me, make me yours. Pour your delicious seed inside my tight little pussy. Make me scream your name so everyone hears it and knows Fleur Delacour is 'Arry Potter's private Veela breeding slut!"
Harry groaned one last time as he thrust forward making Fleur moan loudly, pulling painfully hard on his hair as he pumped her full of cum as she demanded.
"Oui! That's it 'Arry! Pour it inside me!" Fleur screamed.
Once Harry was done, he slumped against Fleur as she gently stroked his hair. "Wonderful, 'Arry, you did well for your first time."
"Thank you, it felt amazing," Harry said, relieved that she was pleased with his efforts.
"For me too, my lo…" Fleur paused glancing down at Harry.
"Um, Fleur?"
"Oui, uh, yes, y-you're still hard," Fleur said.
Harry blushed. "Uh, yeah, i-if I get an erection, it usually doesn't go down after one time. It's kind of embarrassing, especially when I played quidditch against Cho Chang. She had a really nice bum… and I liked staring at it while I flew behind her."
Fleur smirked at him. "You naughty boy. Thankfully I'm here to protect those sweet innocent girls at Hogwarts from your brutish male libido."
"Does that include Hermione?" Harry asked, pouting.
"Non, our Hermione is a naughty little minx, she's been reading all sorts of saucy books about a big strapping hero who rescues the damsel. Quite a lot of them have messy black hair and gorgeous emerald eyes," Fleur explained teasingly. She left out the part about how all of Hermione's smutty books had a raven haired green eyed hero named Harry. Except none of them came from the publisher that way.
Fleur tightened her grip on Harry's waist again with her legs and pushed his cock all the way inside her pussy with a satisfied moan. "Use me, 'Arry, use my body as a fuck toy. Make me cum over and over with your big studly cock!"
Harry's eyes lit up with lust and joy, as he kissed his girlfriend roughly. "Yes."
"Where have you two been?!" A pouty Hermione demanded a couple hours later when Harry and Fleur returned to the house tired but very satisfied. Fleur had a smug little smile on her face as she swayed her hips back and forth. She'd put her bikini bottoms back on, but the top half was still missing, meaning her breasts swayed distractingly for Harry.
"Harry! Pay attention!" Hermione demanded.
"Oh, he is," Fleur said smugly.
"You're so mean, Fleur!" Hermione complained.
Fleur giggled letting her hand stroke Hermione's hair as she gave the younger girl a kiss. "I'm sorry, Hermione. 'Arry looked so yummy, and I wanted him to relax. You want to help too, right?"
"Y-yes…" Hermione replied meekly, melting into Fleur's embrace.
Fleur giggled. "'Arry, take Hermione to bed, she's feeling neglected."
"Yes," Harry replied, still entranced by his beautiful girlfriends.
Fleur took both of their hands and led them to the master suite, which served as Harry's bedroom. Letting go of Hermione's hand, she waved, and one of the chairs in the room zoomed around their heads, landing on the near side of the bed. She pointed from Harry to the chair and he immediately understood, sitting down as directed.
Fleur returned to Hermione and guided the younger girl to the bed. "Lie down on your back, Hermione and spread your legs."
Hermione blushed but nodded. "Ok."
Harry watched as Hermione laid on the bed and Fleur crawled seductively up her body. She was happy that Hermione had worn a shirt that exposed plenty of midriff. Soon so was Hermione, as Fleur left small butterfly kisses, trailing down her belly. Fleur moved back down the bed again and ducked under Hermione's skirt, quickly divesting the brunette of her panties.
"Give them a sniff, 'Arry, tell me how they smell?" Fleur said, tossing the offending underwear to the raven haired boy.
Harry did as instructed, even as Hermione lit up a vibrant red and covered her face with her hands. Harry licked his lips, looking directly at Hermione. "They smell divine."
"Mmm, it's even better at the source," Fleur replied teasingly. She dived back down to Hermione's pussy, planting more small kisses on Hermione's wet mound. "Yummy, and clean shaven too, my favourite."
"L-lavender t-taught me t-the spell," Hermione admitted.
"What a good friend," Fleur said, as she ran her tongue up Hermione's slit. "Bon appetit."
Hermione bit her lip, to stop from moaning as Fleur stuck her tongue inside her pussy. Fleur's dexterous tongue made lapping motion inside Hermione's tasty cunt, rubbing her tongue against the roof, tracing and memorising every fold.
Hermione withered and whimpered under Fleur's gentle ministrations, her hand trailing down her body to thread through her girlfriend's perfect blonde locks. The brunette bit down harder on her lip, still refusing to moan.
Harry walked over, his engorged length bobbing about ahead of him as he approached the head of the bed. Hermione looked up at her boyfriend with lust filled hooded eyes. He ran his fingers through her hair before his hand moved down her face, stopping at her lips.
"Let me hear you moan, Hermione, Fleur should know how much of a naughty little minx you are, and how much you love receiving head."
Hermione mewled pathetically, rubbing her face against his strong calloused hand. Finally she did as instructed and moaned for her partners. "Morgana, Fleur, yes!"
Harry smirked, pressing his fingers against Hermione's lips again. She happily opened her mouth and sucked on them lewdly, showing her boyfriend exactly what she wanted to do to his cock.
Harry watched Hermione with undisguised lust, the nervous virgin was long gone. Fleur had fucked it out of him. In his place was a man confident in his sexual prowess, but very ready to learn a lot more.
Fleur was excited to teach him, none of her other partners had been a blank slate sexually. They'd all come to her with various bad habits baked in. But Hermione and Harry, the two people she loved more than anyone outside her immediate family, had none of those problems. The thought of molding them into her perfect sex partners made wetness drip out of her pussy and down her thighs.
Harry pulled his fingers out of Hermione's mouth and took hold of his dick. He moved it closer to Hermione as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, Harry put the tip of his cock in her mouth and began to thrust back and forth in short gentle motions. Harry's other hand reached down and began to fondle Hermione's breast, eliciting a moan around his cock.
Meanwhile Fleur was pistoning her tongue in and out of Hermione's pussy while her fingers rubbed and tweaked her clit. Hermione shook with pleasure, writhing around under the twin assaults. Pulling her mouth free of Harry's cock, she let out a long strangled moan, pushing Fleur's head against her cunt. "Fleur, I-I'm cumming!?!"
Hermione arched her back enticingly, her breasts jiggling from the movement. She kept a firm grip on Fleur's head while the other covered her face, until Harry moved it, so he could watch his girlfriend orgasm.
Eventually, Hermione came back to earth and slumped on the bed. She smiled as Fleur extracted herself from her girlfriend's pussy. The blonde walked around the bed, stopping beside Harry to give him a heated French kiss. Pulling back she grinned lasciviously. "How does Hermione taste?"
Harry licked his lips as he stared at Hermione, who flushed under the attention. "Yummy."
"Mmm, that's what I thought," Fleur agreed. "Hermione, do you want 'Arry to take your virginity?"
Hermione nodded vigorously, despite being a little tired from Fleur eating her out, she was ready for more. She was ready to become one with the man she loved. Fleur smiled and led Harry to the bottom of the bed, she left him there and returned to Hermione, letting the younger girl use her thighs as a pillow. "I will be here the entire time, Hermione. If you want to stop, tell us. 'Arry and I love you, we will go at your pace, won't we?"
Harry nodded, climbing on the bed and up to face Hermione. He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. "This is all about you, my love, I want this to be amazing for you."
Hermione smiled, letting small happy tears roll down her cheeks. "It already is, because you're both here with me."
"Are you ready, Hermione?" Harry asked tenderly.
"Yes, make me yours, Harry."
Harry pushed forward gently, eliciting a gasp from Hermione as the head of his cock pushed past her pussy lips. As he moved he felt his dick press against a barrier, causing him to stop. "Hermione, once I do this, there's no going back, are you sure?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I want it, now."
Harry smiled as he pushed forward, he stopped again when Hermione mewled in pain and squeezed her eyes shut. Harry waited, with his fingers interlaced with hers, letting the pain subside before he resumed thrusting.
"How does 'Arry's big fat cock feel inside you, Hermione?" Fleur purred as she ran her fingers through Hermione's hair.
Hermione moaned and shivered slightly, she was still holding hands with Harry as he thrust deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. Keeping her arms held together had the effect of squeezing her breasts together. "Amazing, it's, it's so big."
"Oui, I know, our 'Arry is very impressive," Fleur replied with a big grin. "And he has the stamina to keep up with us."
Hermione mewled and nuzzled against Fleur's hand. Harry leaned down as she did and took Hermione's nipples in his mouth causing her to moan loudly. "I don't think I can keep up."
"You'll learn, Hermione, I will teach you."
"Yes! Teach me, Fleur, I…" Hermione said before stopping herself as an atomic blush spread across her face and down her chest.
Fleur raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You what, Hermione?"
"Ooooh, nooo, don't make me say it," Hermione begged as she coiled around Harry, in much the same way Fleur had earlier.
"If you don't tell me, I'll tell 'Arry to stop fucking you."
Hermione's eyes widened, she couldn't let that happen. Not when she was almost ready to cum all over his magnificent cock. "Noo, don't do that!"
"Then tell me what you want, Hermione," Fleur demanded.
"I want to master sex, I want to be the best at it! I never want Harry to get tired of my body! I want to learn all the naughty things we can do together! I want to read all the books that can help us have better sex! Please, Fleur, make me a sex goddess!" Hermione screamed, she let go of all restraint and embraced her dirty side.
Fleur let out a throaty moan as she pulled herself free of Hermione and sat on her face. The blondes hands tangling themselves in Harry's hair, who still occupied himself with fucking Hermione and sucking on her tits. "Yes! That's what I wanted to hear, you dirty little minx! I love it! I love you, I love both of you! I want to make other Veela jealous with how good we are at fucking! I want the whole world to know I have the best sex partners in the world!" Fleur screamed.
Hermione reached up and wrapped her arms around Fleur's thighs, pulling the older blonde down so she could eat her pussy. Hermione didn't have any experience, but she knew what felt good from Fleur going down on her. It was a clumsy, exploratory effort, but it didn't matter to Fleur.
The effect of so much sexual energy being concentrated in such a small space made her Veela side crazy with arousal. It didn't take much to push Fleur into orgasm, and Hermione lapped it up with vigour. Fleur's pussy juice tasted amazing, owing to her heritage.
Having both his girlfriends act so lewdly in front of him caused Harry to speed up inside Hermione. His dick became achingly hard as he tried to resist cumming until Hermione was at her limit. He wanted them to cum together, it was more important than anything to Harry.
Harry moaned into Hermione's breasts, sucking on them and pulling on her nipples. "Hermione, cum for me, I'm so close, I want us to cum together!"
Fleur lifted herself off Hermione's face and fell back to the bed, still hyper horny as she stuck her fingers inside her pussy as she watched her lovers fuck.
"Harry, yes, cum, cum inside me, I want it! Do it, make me cum, HARRY!"
Hermione clenched and ran her nails down Harry's back as he pumped her full of his cum. Harry shuddered and moaned Hermione's name as he slowly came down from his orgasm. He lifted himself up slightly and stared into Hermione's beautiful eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too," Hermione said quietly, kissing her boyfriend softly as the two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
When Harry woke up, he no longer had Hermione wrapped around him. Instead he was lying on his back as a pair of warm mouths wrapped themselves around his cock. Harry grinned and stroked their hair as they looked up at him fondly. Needless to say, life was good for one Harry James Potter.
Dobby appeared in Grimmauld Place with a wide grin and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Mister Dogfather, Dobby is back."
"Did you give the information to Hermione?" Sirius asked. Dobby had spent the past few days at Weasley Wizarding Wheezes collecting information about the potions the twins were creating. Sirius then sent Dobby to France; he wanted Hermione to determine if any of the potions could be turned into a bomb by adding the wrong ingredients. Tonks and Sirius had sat down for lunch while waiting.
"Dobby is sorry Mister Dogfather, Great Master Harry Potter sir's Miss Grangy was busy, with Miss Flower and Great Master Harry Potter in Great Master Harry Potter sir's bed."
Tonks almost choked on her food as Sirius burst out in a booming laughter. "Well, at least Harry's enjoying himself."
Tonks rolled her eyes. "Someone should be."
"Jealous?" Sirius asked teasingly.
"A bit, Harry is a good-looking guy despite the age difference. If it weren't for Fleur and Hermione…" Tonks chuckled and shrugged. "I guess we'll never know now."
Sirius reached across the table and took ahold of Tonks's hand. "You'll find someone. You're a great person, Nym."
"Fuck off old man, sincerity doesn't suit you," Tonks said with a half grin. Despite her words she appreciated Sirius's earnestness.
"Old?! I am in the prime of my life," Sirius protested.
"Uh huh, so that's why your godson is in bed with two beautiful women in the middle of the day. And you're eating lunch with your cousin in a creepy old house."
"I was raised in this creepy old house, Nymphadora," Her mother said as she entered the room.
"That explains a lot," Tonks commented.
"I take it your plan to ask Hermione to help has fallen through?" Andi asked, ignoring Tonks's comment.
"Uh, yes, she's occupied," Sirius said vaguely.
"With Harry's cock," Tonks added with a wide grin on her face.
Andi sighed. "I don't think that addition was necessary, Nymphadora."
"I do," Tonks replied.
"Dobby, do you have the list of ingredients the Weasley twins are using?"
The list appeared on the table in front of Andi who scanned it and nodded. She asked for a quill and ink and began making notes. Eventually she slid the parchment across the table to Sirius. "If you follow those instructions the Weasley twins will suffer the explosive consequences."
Sirius handed the list back to Dobby. "You know what to do."
"Yes, Mister Dogfather," Dobby replied apparating away.
Tonks sniggered to herself between bites of food. "Dogfather."
Harry, Hermione, and Fleur were lying in bed cuddling. Fleur and Hermione had their fingers intertwined on Harry's chest. "Harry, do you think Tonks is attractive?" Hermione asked.
Harry lifted his head off the pillow to look at his girlfriend. "Where did this come from?"
"Answer the question, please?" Hermione asked.
"I mean, yeah, I do. Tonks is hot, but you two are more beautiful. I'm deliriously happy with my current relationship. I'm not going to wander, if that's what you're worried about."
Hermione smiled and moved up to kiss Harry on the lips. "I'm not, but Tonks has her eye on you."
Harry chuckled. "No way."
"'Arry, she's interested in you. She stares when you're not looking, and she's newly single," Fleur explained.
"Oh…" Harry replied. "I mean it's flattering to be considered attractive by Tonks, but I have the two of you. I'm not lacking for beautiful women in my life."
The two women moved up Harry's body and kissed him on both his cheeks. "You're a good boy, Harry," Hermione said with a smile.
Fred and George exited the potions room of their shop already congratulating each other on their latest masterpieces. Neither were aware that Dobby had been standing in a hidden corner of the room waiting for them to leave. He quickly hopped up onto the bench and dumped handfuls of the ingredients Andi had given him into the industrial sized cauldron, and then different ingredients into another. Once he was done, he got the fuck out of the building, not wanting to be around to see the results.
The twins were having dinner when the potions reached critical mass. Neither Angelina nor Alicia were there at the time, the two having gone to visit their respective parents. Just one of the cauldrons exploding would have been enough to rattle the foundations of the building. But the two Andi had specified, when combined, produced enough power to level the building. The two on either side were significantly damaged as well and were eventually torn down.
Molly Weasley gasped in horror as the hands, for Fred and George, on the Weasley family clock, clattered to the ground. She fell to her knees, wailing in agony knowing her boys were dead. What neither she nor Arthur noticed was that their hands had move to signal they were now in mortal danger.
Hermione and Fleur laid on the bed, Harry had gone down to the beach to watch the ocean. It was his second favourite thing to do apart from Hermione and Fleur.
"Hermione, how do you feel about Tonks?"
Hermione smiled. "I was going to ask you that."
"I asked first," Fleur replied with a grin.
"Tonks is a great person. She's beautiful to boot. I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed."
"No, neither would I. Would you kick her out of our relationship?" Fleur asked.
Hermione thought for a beat before answering. "No, I wouldn't. Harry needs someone who loves him and can show him how to have fun."
Fleur pouted. "Are you implying I'm not fun? I'm heaps of fun!"
Hermione laughed. "I think you're very fun. But we need to show Harry how to have fun when not in the bedroom."
"I've always wanted to try exhibitionism," Fleur commented.
Hermione rolled her eyes and slapped Fleur on the arm. "Behave."
"I think it's a good idea, but how do we convince 'Arry to accept Tonks."
"We have to make him realise what we already know. That he's got a crush on Tonks. And it's ok to act on those feelings."
"Sounds like we have some planning to do."
"Yep," Hermione agreed.
Dumbledore folded his copy of the Daily Prophet and tossed it onto the desk in front of him. It was clear someone was targeting the Weasley family and taking them out one by one. Anyone with a brain could figure that out, despite the Prophet's protestations that these were a pair of accidents. Granted they didn't know Bill had gone missing along with his future wife or that Harry and Miss Granger had been out of contact for some time.
Dumbledore had kept all of that information to himself, along with the fact Severus hadn't reported back to him in what was now over a week.
All Dumbledore's most useful pawns were being slowly ripped away from him. He didn't know if this was a targeted effort or simply multiple enemies unknowingly working towards the same goal.
Regardless, Dumbledore knew he had to regain control of the situation. And that started with finding Miss Granger and Mister Potter and bringing them to heel. He would not have them recklessly galavanting around the countryside without his approval.
Then he would deal with the Weasley's. They were in an understandable state of panic, and that worked to Dumbledore's advantage. This state of confusion and with the lack of answers, they'd be more likely to be pliable to Dumbledore's demands. Especially if it kept their remaining family safe.
Dumbledore would take this opportunity to renegotiate with Molly. The compensation for his help giving Harry to Ginerva was a drop in the ocean compared to the entire Potter fortune. He wanted more, not a lot more, he wasn't a greedy man. Just enough to allow him a comfortable life in retirement. Molly had already agreed to hand over all the rare books in the Potter library, a bit more money wouldn't do any harm.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in."
"Good morning, Professor, you wanted to see me?" Remus asked.
"Yes, I did, I have work for you…" Dumbledore began.
After the meeting ended, Dumbledore nodded to himself. He was still in control, as it always should be.