[September First 1992: Tuesday]
Harry, the girls and his parents stood on the platform 9 and 3/4s on September first. Fleur had already portkeyed to Beauxbatons earlier that morning.
"Bye Mum, Dad," Harry told his adopted parents as he and the girls boarded the train.
"Harry," Apolline called out making Harry stop.
"Go get a compartment," Harry told his four best friends. They nodded their heads and disappeared into the train.
"Yes?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. Apolline glanced at Jean who took the hint and backed away to give them privacy.
"I've noticed that you and Daphne have been acting closer since yesterday," Apolline told him.
Harry's other eyebrow raised. His mum was very perceptive. "Daphne and I have decided to start dating."
Apolline narrowed her eyes and asked icily, "Do what?"
"Oh calm the bloody hell down," Harry snapped at her, making Apolline jolt in surprise as Harry had never talked to her like that. "I don't like that you're implying that I'm cheating on Fleur and don't even let me explain."
Apolline's face softened. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "What's going on?"
Harry stared at her before answering, "I'm wearing Fleur out and actually hurting her because of my runes. She's given me permission to date other girls which translates into just Hermione, Daphne and the twins."
"Oh," Apolline muttered. "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."
"It's fine," Harry told her.
"Why only Daphne?" Apolline asked.
"Hermione wants to find her own guy if she can," Harry stated before laughing. "You should have seen Hermione's face when Fleur told her that she had to stay a virgin because Fleur didn't want her mate to have sloppy seconds."
Apolline's face turned a little pink as she muttered about blunt daughters.
"The twins have to have their father's permission in person to start dating," Harry explained. "So I'm going to invite them the day after Christmas so we can discuss a betrothal contract because they want to join the group."
"You're starting a harem," Apolline sighed. She then squealed loudly as she gathered Harry into a hug. "My son is so manly!"
As soon as it begun, Apolline had let go of him and looked around to see who had seen that. "You didn't see that."
"Yes I did and it's good blackmail material," Harry told her as he kissed her cheek. "Bye!" Harry yelled out as he ran onto the train."
He laughed as he heard a yell of "Harry James".
Harry walked down the train until he found the girls.
[September First 1992: Tuesday]
Harry and the girls were sitting in the compartment, Hermione and the twins on one side with Daphne snuggled up to Harry on the other side.
"Hmm," Daphne hummed as she burrowed her head into Harry's chest and inhaled his scent.
Their peaceful silence was interrupted when a pop was heard which made everyone look to the middle of the compartment where a house elf stood in its horrible tea cozy.
"Can we help you?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Harry Potter must not return to Hogwarts!" the house elf shouted out with its ears flopping around.
"Umm," Hermione said, lost for words for one of the few time in her life, "Why?"
"It's not safe!" the tiny elf shouted out.
"What's not safe?" Daphne asked lazily, not even bothered by the fact that the elf was there she was so comfortable.
"There's great danger at Hogwarts," the house elf squeaked out.
"From what?" Padma asked.
"Dobby cannot speak bad about master," the house elf muttered. "Bad Dobby," the house elf muttered as he started to bang his head against the wall.
"Stop," Hermione cried, outraged by the abuse it was inflicting on itself.
"Sorry, Dobby," Harry told the elf. "But I'm going to Hogwarts."
"Then Dobby is sorry," Dobby said as he snapped his fingers and vanished.
"What was that?" Hermione sat stunned by the odd creature.
"A house elf," Parvati told her, "They're the servants of the Wizarding world."
"Do they get paid?" Hermione asked.
"Of course not," Daphne told her, "Why would they?"
"They're slaves!?" Hermione said loudly in outrage.
"Hermione," Harry said sharply making Hermione to calm down. "We will discuss this like adults or it won't be discussed. Arguing is fine but rants are not."
Hermione flushed as he was right, she was about to go off on a rant that wouldn't have allowed the others to speak.
"So they're slaves?" Hermione asked quietly. "Why?"
"We don't actually know," Daphne admitted. Hermione looked disappointed before turning to Harry, if the other girls didn't know then maybe he would.
"There was a war between the Goblins and High Elves," Harry told her. "The High Elves were losing so they ran to the wizards of old to protect them. The wizards were greedy and made them slaves in exchange for protection."
"Wow," Padma muttered. Her and Parvati's family was old and not even they knew that.
"Why don't the wizards free them?" Hermione asked cutely.
"Hermione I love you but you're so naïve," Harry said gently. Hermione looked down making Harry sigh. He turned to Daphne and gave her a look. She got the message and stood up. Daphne grabbed Hermione's hands and tugged her up then pushed her down next to Harry.
Hermione looked up to Harry and he saw that her eyes were moistened. Harry cupped both of her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.
"Hermione, you're twelve," Harry said gently. "You're allowed to be naïve. The only reason I'm more mature is because of Fleur and my parents raised me that way because of my going to become Lord Potter when I turn fourteen."
Hermione nodded into Harry's hands. "I know you didn't mean anything by it but it still hurt."
Harry leant down and kissed her forehead before he put his mouth by her ear to whisper into it. "I won't ever hurt you intentionally love."
"Love?" Hermione whispered so quietly that only Harry heard. She heard him chuckle into her ear.
"You might find a guy that you like but we both know that you'll come back to me," Harry told her quietly. Hermione opened her mouth to deny his statement but it was true, none of the boys at school could even compare to Harry.
"House elves are slaves because they have to be," Harry told the girls in general, not outwardly showing any hint of the conversation they had just had. "They feed off theirs master and mistresses magic in order to live."
"So if they aren't bound they die?" Hermione asked while biting her lip.
"Exactly," Harry answered. "But just because they're slaves doesn't mean they aren't treated well. I've traveled with my family all over the world and I've found that it's only in England they are treated badly."
"Can't we free them?" Hermione asked, somewhat relieved that it was only a small portion that were abused.
"Sorry but only the master of the elf can free him or her," Harry said, dashing her hopes.
Hermione's face fell at the thought of them not being able to help the house elves.
Harry, seeing her so sad couldn't help but do something about it. He couldn't see one of his girls sad, "I tell you what, I'm rich enough to buy a small country if I want. I'll buy all of the free elves I can get my hands on so they won't be abused."
"Would you?" Hermione asked with a tremble in her voice.
"For you?" Harry asked. "Of course, I'll try to buy the abused elves as well from the purebloods if I can."
"Thank you, Harry!" Hermione shouted out excitedly. She jumped into his arms and gave him a huge hug.
"What will you even do with all of those elves? I know the parlor that my family buys from sells dozens of elves a year and that's just one of many," Daphne asked with an elegantly raised eyebrow.
Harry shrugged, "Elves are basically free labor so I'll just use them to run my production facilities like my farms and such. They'll be taken care of, though, so don't even worry." He added on as he saw Hermione about to open her mouth.
"As long as they're taken care of I don't mind you using them for labor," Hermione nodded in satisfaction. She showed her happiness by snuggling into Harry, just like Daphne had done earlier.
"Umm, guys," Parvati started as she looked out the window.
"What?" they asked as one.
"Is that a flying car?" Parvati asked as she pointed outside. As one, the group turned and, sure enough, there was a flying blue car flying next to the window.
"Wonder who's flying it?" Hermione asked from her spot next to Harry.
"The Weasel," Harry said as he caught a glimpse of carrot colored hair. "He's the only one stupid enough to do that."
"Oh," Parvati said. She shrugged to herself and turned back to her book.
[September First 1992: Tuesday]
A couple of hours later the five best friends were sitting at the Ravenclaw table waiting for the feast to begin.
The double wooden doors of the Great Hall slammed open to reveal a furious looking Snape with the Weasel following behind him.
"Can we help you, Professor Snape?" Dumbledore asked with a white bushy eyebrow raised.
"This," Snape seethed out, "Student… flew a car all the way from Kings Cross to the school where he crashed into the Whomping Willow."
"Was he seen by muggles?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern coloring her voice.
"He was seen all over London," Snape sneered out as he glared at Weasley.
"That's really bad," the resident charms master squeaked out as he fell off his chair.
"Let's discuss this in the Antechamber," Dumbledore stated as he stood up from his chair. He, the heads of house and Weasley made their way towards a room that was off to the side. Dumbledore let the four heads and the student pass before he turned back towards the student body. "I expected everyone to behave themselves for the teachers left in the Hall."
"What kind of idiot takes a flying car over London?" Hermione asked rhetorically as she too shook her head.
Even though it was a rhetorical question, Daphne answered anyway, "That Ginger is going to get himself killed one of these days."
"If he doesn't get thrown in jail first," Harry said as he took a bite of steak.
"At least he can't procreate," Daphne pointed out as she stole some of Harry's steak. She smiled cutely at him when he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well I'm thankful of that small mercy," Hermione muttered to herself, just loud enough for the other four to hear which made them crack smiles.
"This is good," Daphne commented to Harry as she continued to eat his steak off of his plate.
"I'm glad you're enjoying my food," Harry said sarcastically.
"Thank you," Daphne told him, ignoring the sarcasm in his voice.
[September Second 1992: Wednesday]
"Oh god, I'm fucked," a whiney voice sounded through the Great Hall.
Harry glanced over at Ron Weasley to see him trying to tape his broken wand together. The idiot was going to wind up killing himself if he tried to do magic with that wand.
"What's the matter, Weasel, can't get your wand to stay up?" Harry said loudly much to the humor of the Great Hall. The Weasel flushed in embarrassment as he glared at Harry. Harry just smirked back at him.
"Nice one, Harry," Daphne said as she giggled with the rest of the girls.
"Thanks, Daphne," Harry told her.
"It's even true," Hermione pointed out. Daphne and the twins stopped giggling and started to look green.
"Hi Harry," a voice suddenly interrupted Harry and the group with an accompanied flash of blinding white light. "I'm Collin!"
"Collin," Harry began with narrowed eyes, "If you ever take my picture without my permission again I'm going to sue you. Do you understand me?"
Collin paled, nodded his head vigorously before running off.
"That was harsh," Hermione said a scolding tone in her voice.
Harry shrugged, "I wouldn't have been so harsh if the little bastard didn't just shove a camera in my face then take a picture."
"I guess you're right," Hermione admitted.
"Of course I'm right," Harry looked wounded. Hermione rolled her eyes while giggling.
"Hey look! Weasley's got himself a Howler," called a black boy from the Gryffindor table. Everyone turned towards where he was pointing and, sure enough, there was a bird flying towards Weasley. In its talons was a bright red envelope.
"Oh this is going to be good," Harry muttered to himself.
"What?" Hermione asked confusedly.
"Shhhh," Daphne said with a finger to her lips. Hermione looked insulted that she was just shushed but her attention was drawn away from Daphne.
The red envelope in front of Weasley suddenly shot up and formed a mouth.
"RONALD WEASLEY!
"HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR. YOUR FARTHER IS FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK BECAUSE OF YOUR BONEHEADED STUNT. IF YOU STEP ONE TOE OUT OF LINE, I'M BRINGING YOU HOME. YOU THINK THAT SPANKING WAS BAD LAST SUMMER WHEN I PULLED YOUR PANTS DOWN? IT WILL BE NOTHING COMPARED TO THE ONE I GIVE YOU IF YOU GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN!
The howler suddenly turned towards a small redheaded girl, "And congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, Ginny, your father and I are so proud." The howler turned back towards Ron and blew a raspberry at him before tearing itself up.
Ron Weasley sat in silence as what he just heard sunk into his brain.
"Your mother spanks your bare ass?" Harry asked, stunned and a little grossed out. "Does she give you the reach around as well?"
"No!" Ron shouted out, his face to a pure red color, "It doesn't work!" As soon as those words exited his mouth, his face paled to an almost white color. He stood up and ran out of the hall, laughter following him.
"Ah," Harry sighed out as he chuckled out, "Best day this year."
"Most definitely," Parvati gasped out as she clutched her sides in laughter.
[September Third 1992: Thursday]
Harry, Daphne, Hermione and the twins were sitting in their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class waiting for their professor to show up. Harry knew that this was going to be a waste of time seeing as the man teaching was a fraud.
The door that had stairs in front of it opened and out came a man that wore bright yellow robes.
"Let me introduce to you your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Me. Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin 3rd Class, Honorary Member of the Dart Arts Defense League and five time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." The blond man said, trying to make him seem more important than he actually was.
"Professor?" Harry asked innocently.
"Yes, my young student," Lockhart answered with his cheesy smile.
"Are you gay?" Harry asked, innocent expression still on his face. Harry saw the blond man sputter denials. "It's just, with the hair, the teeth and the robes, I just assumed…"
Lockhart was a puce color as he answered, "No, my dear boy, I'm not."
"It's okay if you're scared, we won't judge," Harry crooned at the professor.
Lockhart shot him a glare before he turned another direction, ignoring him.
"I was just asking a question," Harry pouted to the girls. They gave him looks of mock sympathy.
"…I must ask you not to scream, as it might provoke them!" Lockhart screamed as he tore the sheet off of the rattling cage. Harry snorted loudly when he saw that it was nothing but Cornish Pixies, while dangerous to children, they were nothing to the average wizard.
"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies," Lockhart said dramatically. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy.
Harry saw Lockhart's hand reach for the cage door and muttered, "Oh this is going to be interesting."
"Let's see what you make of them," Lockhart said with what he thought was a smirk but instead just made him look constipated. The pixies flew out of the cage and around the room.
"Round them up, round them up. They're only pixies." Lockhart called out to the class that was in chaos.
"Harry, I think I love you," Daphne told Harry as she and the other girls sat under a bluish shield.
"You can show me later tonight," Harry told her, making her blush pure red, which looked very cute on her tanned face.
"I'm not doing anything I'm not ready for," Daphne muttered to him to which Harry nodded in agreement.
"AHHHH," a loud voice screamed out and everyone turned to see Ron Weasley, Fate's Bitch, being lifted up by his ears towards the dragon skeleton that hung in the room. A look a pain crossed Weasley's face as the Pixies let go in a way that his underwear caught on a horn, giving him a super wedgie. Weasley swung back and forth by his tighty whiteys, which made the class laugh.
Lockhart tried to do a spell but unfortunately, it failed horribly. A pixie took the incompetent wizard's wand and used it to break the chain that suspended the dragon skeleton in the class. Lockhart nearly pissed himself when the pixies started to dive boom him. He ran up the stairs to his office and slammed the door behind him.
Harry sighed as the coward ran as he turned his head toward Parvati. "Would you do the honor?"
"Of course," Parvati agreed gracefully. "Immobulus."
As the spell was cast, the pixies stood frozen as they drifted through the air.
"Nice work, Par," Harry praised her as she sat back down.
"Thank you," she smiled out, happy to have the praise from her best friend.
[September Fifth 1992: Saturday]
Since the day was clear and sunny, the five best friends decided to spend the day outside. As they were making their way out of the castle, they saw both the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams facing off at each other. The group of second year Ravenclaws slowly drifted over to the fight in order to be entertained.
"What do you think you're doing, Flint?" the captain of the Gryffindor team asked out with a sigh.
"Quidditch practice, Wood," Flint sneered out.
"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor," Wood said in a certain voice.
"We have permission from Professor Snape," Flint said as he handed Wood a note.
"To train your new Seeker?" Wood asked to himself. "Who's your new Seeker?"
As the Slytherin team parted, Draco Malfoy stepped forward with a broom in his hand.
"So his daddy brought his position?" Wood asked Flint. Flint narrowed his eyes before his eyes quickly flicked to the broom he was holding.
"Brought my position? I got it on pure skill," Malfoy boasted as he puffed up his chest.
"So those new brooms had nothing to do with it?" a tall black girl asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course they did. There's no way he could get on the team without them," a voice said to the side. Everyone turned to see the Weasel standing there.
"Shut your mouth, Weasley," Malfoy sneered out. "The brooms were a gift to the team. At least my family could afford it. Your mother would probably have to sell herself to afford anything new." Malfoy got a mock thoughtful look on his face before he corrected himself, "On second thought, she would have to pay whoever she fucked."
"That was actually pretty good," Daphne muttered to the others.
Ron bellowed in rage as he pointed his wand at Malfoy. What came out wasn't a spell but a piece of raw magic. Unfortunately, because of the broken wand the spell that was channeled out rebounded and hit Weasley, making him fly backwards.
Weasley groaned as he stood up and then everyone's eyes widened.
"What?" the Weasel asked before he noticed that his voice was very high pitched.
"Dude," Harry said, an expression he had picked up while vacationing in America, with his is eyes wide, "You turned yourself into a girl." His expression changed from shock to belly aching laughter.
"What!?" Weasley shrieked out before grabbing hims-herself. Her face paled and she ran out of the courtyard.
"I wonder why Malfoy looks so pale?" Parvati asked curiously. True to her question, Malfoy looked like someone had painted white paint on his face.
"Who cares?" Hermione shrugged, "It's just Malfoy."
"True that," Harry agreed. "Come, let's go to the lake"
[September Fifth 1992: Saturday]
The group of five students sat in their secret spot that over looked the lake.
"This is very peaceful," Padma commented as she looked out over the lake and the castle in the background.
"Harry," Daphne began. "Does Fleur have any classes?"
Harry tilted his head as he thought, "No, she has private study time right now. Why?"
"Can you bring her here?" Daphne asked as she bit her lower lip.
"Good idea," Harry answered her. He stood up and disappeared in a swirl of blue.
The girls waited about ten minutes before another swirl of blue revealed Harry and Fleur.
"Hi Fleur," four female voices sounded as the Veela appeared.
"Hey girls," Fleur said as she waved at the four girls that she had become close to over the summer.
Fleur walked over and sat right next to Daphne, "So I heard that Harry and I's little raven wanted me here?" Her eyebrow was raised in question.
Daphne smiled shyly as she cuddled up to Fleur. Fleur laughed at her actions, she put her arm around Daphne's shoulder and brought her towards her. Daphne rested her head on Fleur's ample breasts and sighed.
Harry raised his eyebrow at the display, it was very forward of Daphne to do. He walked beside Daphne and sat down.
"Damn our father," Padma cursed to her sister to which her sister agreed. "Can we keep it PG guys?"
"Sure girls," Harry laughed but didn't move his hand from Daphne's inner thigh.
"So how far have you gone with our little raven?" Fleur asked.
"Not very far," Harry told her as he kissed the side of Daphne's neck, making her mew into Fleur's chest. "Just kissing and a little touchy feely."
"Well, I want to be there when you two make love," Fleur spoke out as she ran her fingers through Daphne's hair. "You're hair is really silky."
"Thanks," Daphne mumbled, her eyes drooping as she was half asleep.
Fleur grinned at Daphne before relaxing and enjoying the feel of another female's body against hers. It was the first time that someone other than Harry was in this position.
"Damn I can't wait until Daph is ready," Harry muttered to himself. His hand wandering towards Fleur's backside.
"Me and you both," Fleur muttered back to him as she sighed out in pleasure of his ministrations.
"So much for PG," Parvati said sarcastically.
"Eh, shut up," Harry told her with his tongue out at her
After a short silence Harry spoke, "I think I'm going to build myself a castle."
"That was random," Fleur told him.
"Looking at the castle made me think," Harry explained. "I think it's going to be a huge castle on a hill overlooking everything."
"Well, as long as I get to decorate some of it," Fleur told him.
"Of course, but the final decision is going to be mine," Harry said and Fleur nodded. His handed drifted to the inside of her pants and he cupped the top part of her bum.
"Daphne," Harry said making Daphne sit up and look at him with confusion in her eyes. "Come here." He continued, patting his lap. Daphne blushed before climbing away from Fleur, who was pouting, and into his lap.
Harry kissed the girl that was currently straddling him as his hands drifted down to cup her very firm bum.
Begin Smut Scene
"I'm so horny right now," Fleur said as she suddenly stripped out of her shirt, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra and her ample chest bounced around to prove it. She knelt behind Daphne and started massaging the small breasts that had formed last year.
"How far can we take this little raven?" Fleur whispered in Daphne's ear.
"Anything but sex," Daphne shuddered at the feeling of having her breasts kneaded, "Any further and we need a betrothal contract."
"We'll get one during Christmas," Harry murmured before he suddenly lifted Daphne's shirt to her shoulders. With Fleur's help, Harry was able to remove Daphne's shirt and bra, releasing Daphne's breasts.
"Hmmm," Harry said as he saw Daphne's light pink nipples for the first time. He thought they would have been darker given her complexion and hair color.
"Are you three really going to do this in front of us?" Hermione asked with a massive blush.
Harry turned to them and shrugged, "You can leave if you want or you can stay. It doesn't matter to me. Though if you do stay keep quiet." He turned his attention back to Daphne's nipple and took one in his mouth. He did notice that none of the three girls moved from their spots and in fact got more comfortable.
"Lose the pants you two," Harry commanded and the two girls were happy to comply. Both girls stood up and slowly shed their pants and knickers leaving Harry to stare at them with a smirk.
"Lightning bolts?" Harry asked as he gazed at their pubic hair, that was new because Fleur was shaven the last time he had taken her. They must have talked about doing that in a letter, "I like it. Now come here." He said as he patted his thighs. Each girl took one, Fleur on the left and Daphne on the right.
"Can you get rid of your pants?" Fleur asked. In response, Harry's pants and boxers vanished in a flash of blue. Daphne looked down and gasped.
"It looks even bigger up close," Daphne whispered. She slowly reached a hand out and took the cock into her hand.
"Why don't you use your mouth, little raven," Fleur suggested to the raven headed girl.
Daphne blushed but nonetheless leaned down and slowly took Harry's member into her mouth.
"That is so hot," Fleur breathed out. She started rubbing her sex on Harry's thigh, making herself moan.
"She's pretty good," Harry commented as he put his hand on Daphne's hair to massage her scalp. His blowjob went on for another ten minutes before Daphne lifted her head up.
"My lips are kind of getting sore," she admitted with a blush.
"Don't worry about it," Harry laughed. "It takes practice to go for long periods of time. Now, lay on your back."
Daphne looked confused but complied. She sucked in breathed as Harry leaned down in front of her and gave her cunt a long lick from top to bottom.
"Oh god that felt so good," Daphne whimpered out. Harry smirked as he started to expertly tongue Daphne, which made her writher around.
Fleur meanwhile lost her masturbation leg because of Daphne so she felt that Daphne should be the one to continue giving her pleasure. Fleur walked over to Daphne and got on her knees over Daphne's face.
"Lick, little Raven." Fleur commanded and gasped when Daphne automatically compiled with her command. Fleur grabbed her breasts and started kneading them to increase the pleasure. She looked up and saw that the three other girls there weren't idly watching either. All three were now naked and touching themselves. She let out a hum when she saw that the twins were masturbating each other.
"She's tasty," Harry commented from besides her ear, he too watching the three other girls. The girls noticed him watching and blushed but continued.
"Oh Daphne," Fleur screamed out in orgasm as Daphne hit a spot inside just right with her tongue. Fleur rolled to the side and breathed heavily. She rolled up onto her hands and knees before turning to Harry and giving him a smoldering look. Harry took the cue and got behind her and easily slipped into the tight passage.
"Oh merde," Fleur whimpered out as she was stretched by her mate.
"Daphne, why don't you go sit in front of Fleur," Harry commented with a smirk on his face. Daphne smiled before she did what he suggested. She barely had time to scoot forward and spread her legs before Fleur's tongue was inside her young cunt.
Harry heard movement and looked up to see Hermione and the twins moving closer to get a better view. Smirking, as this was their first real show Harry decided to give them a good one. He put his finger next to Fleur's anus and whispered a spell. The sudden feeling of stretching and cleaning made Fleur's head pop up.
"What was that?" Fleur asked as she tried to turn her head but Daphne's thighs were blocking her.
"Nothing," Harry said as she drew out of her tight sex and put the tip of his cock against her asshole.
"Harry!" Fleur said, shocked that he was thinking about fucking her ass without any preparation work.
"Don't worry, Fleur," Harry said as he slowly but surely slid himself into her ass. "That feeling was a spell from a sex magic book Mum gave me to try with you. It stretches, cleans and lubes you all in one go."
"Are we really trying this with the others watching?" Fleur asked, she already felt full from Harry's cock and she knew that it was barely in.
"Yup," Harry said as he slapped her ass.
Fleur blushed and sighed knowing that there was no way out of this, "Be gentle then."
"Of course, Fleur," Harry said, actually sounding insulted. "I may be rough on you from time to time but that's only because you like it. I would never hurt you."
Fleur hummed in agreement from her spot with her face buried in Daphne's sex. Daphne thought that there was too much talking and not enough pleasure so she grabbed Fleur's face and shoved it into her sex.
Harry meanwhile finally had half of his cock in Fleur's ass so he slowly drew back and forth until she loosened up even more. It took another five minutes or so before he was buried completely in Fleur's perfect ass.
"Damn it's so tight and hot," Harry said as he closed his eyes in pleasure.
"It better feel good to you," Fleur grumbled from her spot between Daphne's legs, "Because it feels like you just shoved a telephone pole up my ass."
Harry arched his eyebrow at her, "Does it hurt?"
"No," Fleur admitted. "I just feel really, really full."
"Good," Harry told her before drawing back until just the tip was in her and pushing back in. He smirked at the deep moan he was rewarded with.
"This is hot," Hermione breathed from right next to him. Harry turned to her and saw that she had two fingers buried inside herself. He finally took the time to take in her body and saw that she was the most mature out of the four girls, being that she was almost a year older. Her sex had a fine layer of hair on it which made Harry wonder because the hair on the top of her head was bushy.
Hermione saw him looking between her head and sex and smiled. "Yeah, I don't know how it happened but I'm glad the hair down there isn't like the hair on my head.
Harry nodded reached out to touch her only to get his hand slapped away. "No touching yet, Harry."
Harry pouted at her which Hermione found funny because he was still fucking Fleur's ass. "I just want to feel your hair, that's it."
Hermione mulled the thought over before nodding, "Just the hair then, that's it."
Harry nodded and let his hand drifted down to the hair. He was amazed that it was so fine and silky. He could tell she didn't do any trim work but found that she didn't have too because of her pubic hair being so soft. His hand drew away making Hermione smile proudly at him for not touching her like she saw he wanted to.
Hermione leant down and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to try to date but, like you said, I'm going to most likely come back to you but even if I do date other guys it won't go passed kissing."
"It better not," Harry whispered back to her. His attention was drawn away from the young teenage girl beside him to the withering Veela who had his cock buried in her ass.
"Harder Harry," Fleur panted out before diving back into Daphne's sex. Harry looked at Fleur and smirked as he saw that Fleur's face was covered in Daphne's juices.
"Looks like our little raven is a squirter," Harry commented.
"Shut up," Daphne mumbled out with a blush on her face.
Harry laughed at her embarrassment, "Don't be shy, little raven, it's extremely hot. How many times has Fleur made you cum?"
Daphne blushed at the blunt question but admitted, "I lost count after four. Right now it just feels like it's one long orgasm."
"Better enjoy her tongue because you're only going to get it a few times a month," Harry told her as he increased his pace on Fleur.
"I'll have yours to make up for it," Daphne said with a cheeky smile. The smile was wiped off of her face as she gasped, Harry's hard thrusts into Fleur were shoving Fleur into her snatch which made Fleur's tongue go the deepest anything had ever gone.
"Oh god," Harry grunted out, finally reaching the end of his rope after fifteen minutes of pounding Fleur's tight teen ass. He came with a loud grunt, his cum washing all over the inside of Fleur's rectum.
His hard thrust as he came pushed Fleur over the edge and she too came. Fleur's loud moan hit just the right spot for Daphne who came hard as well.
Fleur's eye widened as she felt her mouth fill with Daphne's virgin cunt juices. She swallowed the first mouth full but the juices came to fast and were sprayed all over her face.
As Harry came down from his orgasm, he saw that not only did he, Fleur and Daphne cum, but so did the three watchers.
"Harry, you should have seen that," Parvati said from her spot, softly rubbing her sister's snatch. "What Daphne just did was so hot. It made the three of us cum." He withdrew his semi hard member from Fleur and walked over to Daphne.
End Smut Scene
Harry, disappointed that he didn't get to see the show, looked into Daphne's eyes. He entered Daphne's mind with skill and blanketed her mind with his.
Daphne, at first felt the intrusion and tensed but then felt it was Harry, relaxed and opened her mind to him. She knew that he was after the memory of what just happened and she gave it to him, along with all of the memories of how she felt.
Harry was bombarded with all of the memories that Daphne held of him and felt her true feelings and found that he returned them.
"You're right, that was hot," Harry told Parvati. He bent down and kissed Daphne very tenderly.
"I also love you just as much," Harry told Daphne, making her smile. Harry moaned and turned away from Daphne and saw that Fleur was asleep and had a certain area of his wrapped around with her lips, suckling it in her sleep.
"Anyone for round two?" Harry asked with a smirk which made all four girls blush. Fleur just kept on sleeping.
[October Thirty-First 1992: Saturday]
"I found out why Malfoy looked so pale when Weasley turned himself into a girl," Parvati crackled to the group as they walked down a corridor.
"How in the world did you find that out?" Hermione asked confusedly.
"Didn't you know? Parvati is the Gossip Queen," Padma said with a smirk.
"Yup," Parvati said cheerfully. "Not just gossip though, I have dirt on a bunch of people as well."
"What about Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Well," Parvati began as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "It turns out that there's an old contract from the 1800s between the Weasleys and Malfoys. A daughter from the Weasleys was to wed a son of the Malfoys. The Malfoys didn't know that the Weasleys didn't have daughters, only sons, so the Malfoys declared a blood feud on them."
"What's this have to do with Malfoy now?" Hermione asked confusedly.
"When Weasley turned himself into a girl, he activated the contract which means he has to marry Malfoy," Parvati explained with laughter in her voice.
"Wait, what about that first year, Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Their mum, Molly, was a Prewett which has only female heads of house so that means Ginny is to become the new head of house when Molly gives up the title. That means she can't become a Malfoy," Harry explained.
"That…" Hermione began before she started clutching her stomach in laughter.
§Rip… Tear… Kill…§ a voice hissed out, making Harry look around. He saw that he was the only one that heard it so it had to be Parseltounge and that loud it had to be a very, very big snake. He also noted that spiders were crawling up the wall and out the window in a straight line which was weird.
"Oh my god what's that?" Hermione whispered out into the dark. She pointed to an animal that was strung up by its tail and looked frozen solid. She stepped forward and her foot hit a puddle of water.
"It's Flich's cat," Daphne said as she walked forward and poked the cat.
"Enemies of the Heir Beware?" Hermione whispered to herself. That sounded like something a pureblood would write.
Harry meanwhile was looking at the floor to the cat and back. Normally he would have never put the clues together but because of his Occlumency he was able to deduce that the creature that attacked the cat was most likely a Basilisk.
"Let's go," Harry ordered the girls as he turned around. The girls were quick to follow him, knowing that he had to have a good reason. Just as they were rounding a corner, the girls looked back to see a mass of students coming down the corridor.
[November Fourth 1992: Wednesday]
"Can I have your attention please? Now, today we will be transforming animals into water goblets," Professor McGonagall said as she walked over to a bird sitting on a pedestal.
"Now who would like to go first? Ah… Missus Weasley…" the Professor said as she walked up to the now redheaded female. Said female was shifting uncomfortably in her new robes and other garments she had to wear.
The redhead in question blushed as the classed looked at her. She tapped her pet rat three times before speaking "Fera Verto." The rat turned into a furry goblet showing that the spell was done wrong.
"Good first try, Missus Weasley," Professor McGonagall praised. She got a mumbled thanks in reply.
"Yes Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall asked as she saw the young students hand raised.
"Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione asked.
"My subject is transfiguration, Miss. Granger," the Professor said firmly.
"Yes, Professor. But there seems to be very little written about the Chamber of Secrets. For those of us with a personal interest in the subject, that is… disturbing," Hermione explained to her Professor.
"Very well. You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Three of the founders co-existed quite harmoniously. One did not," the Professor explained to her class of students.
"Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words, purebloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school.
"According to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Shortly before departing, he sealed it until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The heir alone would be able to open the Chamber of Secrets and unleash the horror within, and by so doing, purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic."
"Muggleborns," Hermione whispered to herself.
"Have to get through me first," Harry told Hermione. As Hermione looked at Harry she saw his eyes flash a neon bluish green and instantly relaxed.
"Yes," the Professor said, smiling at the affection the two had for each other. "Naturally, the school has been searched many times for such a chamber. It has never been found."
"Professor, what exactly does the legend tell us lies within the Chamber?" Padma asked from her seat beside Hermione.
"The Chamber is said to be home to something which the heir of Slytherin alone can control. It is said to be home… to a monster," Professor McGonagall said.
[November Fourth 1992: Wednesday]
"So do you think the Chamber of Secrets is real?" Parvati asked the group as they walked down a corridor.
"Yes, couldn't you tell: McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are," Hermione answered.
"But that means that the Heir of Slytherin is at Hogwarts," Padma pointed out.
"Who do you think it is?" Parvati asked. "Malfoy?"
"No, he's an arsehole but if he was the Heir he would have opened the Chamber last year," Hermione answered.
"Wonder what the monster in the chamber though?" Padma asked.
"No clue," Hermione admitted.
Daphne, however, was watching Harry, who was oddly silent.
"You know what's going on," Daphne told Harry matter-of-factly. The comment made all of the girls look at him.
"Harry?" the three girls asked.
"Yeah, I know," Harry told them.
"Know about what?" Padma demanded.
Harry looked at her for a moment which made her blush. "The monster in the Chamber is a Basilisk. Don't know where the Camber is and don't care."
"How can you not care?" Hermione asked, shocked.
Harry turned his gaze on her and told her, "It isn't my problem."
"What about the troll?" Padma whispered out.
"The troll was a danger to you four so it was dealt with, until the Basilisk threatens you then why should I do something that is the professors responsibility?"
"So what if the Basilisk kills one of us because you didn't deal with it?" Hermione asked hotly.
"You're not going out alone," Harry told her. Hermione huffed out and crossed her arms under her chest.
"I still think you should deal with it," Hermione told him.
[November Seventh 1992: Saturday]
"This is kind of boring," Harry commented as he watched the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"You're telling us," Daphne muttered. Her arms were resting on the rail with her head on top of her arms. She felt movement and found Harry wrapping his arm around her. She smiled at him and stood up and leant back against his chest.
"How come you've been favoring Daphne lately?" Parvati complained.
Harry frowned but found that they were right. "I guess because she decided to join Fleur and I."
"Harry," Padma said in a hurt tone, "We would have joined before Daphne if it wasn't for our father."
"I know, Pad," Harry admitted, "I plan on asking your father for a betrothal contract for the both of you if you want me to."
"Yes," the twins said instantly. They glowed with happiness.
"I also plan on asking your mother for one for you," Harry said to the girl currently in his arms.
"Good," Daphne smiled up to him. She gave him a kiss on the nose, "I told you last night that I wanted one."
"Last night?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow. "When did you ask that last night?"
"When I was in his room after you three went to bed for some um…" Daphne paused, "private time."
"Why didn't you want us there?" Hermione asked.
Harry sighed, he knew that this was going to come up sooner or later, "What happened between us when I brought Fleur was hot yes but until you decide to fully be with us then it won't happen again."
"That's not fair," Hermione whined out.
"No Hermione," Harry said firmly. "It's not fair to me, Fleur and Daphne that you want the perks of the group but don't actually want to be in the group."
"Fine," Hermione said as she turned to sulk.
"Hermione," Harry called out gently. "If you want to be in the group then just say so."
Hermione looked conflicted, "I don't know what I want."
"Then until you know what you want it won't happen again," Harry told her. Hermione looked like she was going to protest but nodded.
"What's wrong with the bludger?" Daphne asked as she had been watching the game while Harry and Hermione talked.
The group turned to see a bludger seemingly flying all over the place before it stopped in midair. It turned and headed straight for Harry.
"Aren't I supposed to be lucky?" Harry asked as he saw the bludger heading straight for him. As if the bludger heard him it stopped again, then zoomed off towards the Slytherin side of the pitch. Silence reigned as the bludger zoomed into the crowd and hit Malfoy right in the groin. A loud crunch was heard throughout the pitch.
"Well, at least he was ball-less so that didn't hurt as much," Harry commented. The four girls turned green as they mentally pictured what a ball-less Malfoy looked like.
"We hate you," the girls said in unison.
"Really Daph? You hate me?" Harry whispered into her ear while discreetly grabbing her bum.
"No," Daphne squeaked out, looking around rapidly to make sure no one saw her boyfriend groping her in public.
[November Seventeenth 1992: Thursday]
Harry and the girls were currently standing next to a dueling platform. Harry didn't want to be here but, as the girls put it, it would be interesting to see two adult wizards duel.
"Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions -- for full details, see my published works." Lockhart while puffing his chest out.
"I didn't think he could get any more gay," Harry muttered to the girls. The comment made them giggle.
"Let me introduce my assistant: Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now I don't want any of you youngsters to worry. You'll still have your Potions Master when I'm through with him, never fear!" Lockhart yelled again.
"3… 2… 1" Lockhart yelled. Before he could even move, Snape had already thrown an Expelliarmus at him. The scarlet spell blasted Lockhart into the air and onto the ground.
"Still think this was a good idea?" Harry muttered to the girls. They shook their heads, appalled at how weak the fraud was.
Lockhart looked embarrassed before he put on his cheesy smile mask. "Well, there you have it. That was a Disarming Charm. As you see, I've lost my wand."
"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor." Snape sneered the last word out.
"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?"
"Miss Weasley is still adjusting to her recent change in," here Snape paused as he sneered, "Condition. Might I suggest someone from my own house. Malfoy, perhaps."
"What if I don't want to duel?" Harry asked the two professors with a raised eyebrow.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy taunted from his position on stage.
"Of you?" Harry laughed out. "I'm more scared of what your girlfriend will do if I hurt her favorite toy." Harry paused and looked at a red faced Weasley. "Then again, that's even if you can get it up."
Harry didn't leave him time to answer as he smoothly jumped on the dueling platform and started throwing spells. Before Malfoy could even react, he was strung up by his ankles wearing pink robes with a clown nose on his face.
"Potter, you were supposed to wait for the count down!" Snape sneered out.
"I don't do duels," Harry said with flip of his hand. "My dad always taught me to fight to win."
Harry jumped down from the platform and over to the girls that were standing by the door. "Come on, girls, let's leave this stupid thing."
"Harry?" Daphne asked as they walked down a corridor, away from the Great Hall. "Why did you look so disgusted and amused when you looked at the Weasel?"
Harry grinned, "Something you might not know is that I have magical contacts. One of the charms on them is to see through inanimate objects."
"You can see through our clothes?" Hermione asked as she self-consciously crossed her arms across her chest.
"Really? You're going to hide yourself after that time by the lake?" Harry asked in amusement. "And no, I've never used them on you four." Harry paused, "I take that back, I've been using them on Daphne since the time by the lake."
Daphne was red faced, "I don't mind you looking whenever you want." Harry grinned at her.
"What's this have to do with Weasley?" Parvati asked.
"Well, you know what he said last year about Padma?" Harry asked rhetorically. Padma glared at a speck on the floor. "Well, I saw that Weasley has been," Harry paused for the right words, "Used lately."
"Used?" Hermione confusedly asked.
"I really have to spell it out, Hermione?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow asked. At her expectant look he continued, "Weasley was leaking a certain male body fluid."
"Oh," Hermione said with somehow red and green face.
"Yeah," Harry told her. "There's also the fact that her groin was still red so she must have just been intimate with someone."
"Ewww Harry," Daphne complained. She did not need that mental image in her head.
"Wait, how can she be leaking that if Malfoy was castrated," Hermione asked.
"Malfoy can't, he can pass her around to the rest of Slytherin though," Harry told her.
"I know he's an arsehole that deserved being turned into a girl but I don't think he deserves being raped by all of Slytherin," Hermione said.
"She's not," Harry assured her. At her confused look he elaborated, "Betrothal contracts are universally worded so that while the girl can't refuse her husband sex, she can refuse to be touched by another male."
"Then that means…" Padma trailed off.
"Yup, Weasley is a slut by choice," Harry laughed out.
"Can we change the topic?" Parvati whined out.
[November Eighteenth 1992: Friday]
"Did you hear?" Parvati asked. "Justin and Nearly Headless Nick have been petrified."
"Harry," Hermione called out.
"No Hermione," Harry told her firmly. "It's not my problem. I'm not some bloody story book hero that runs off at the first sign of trouble. I also don't have a saving people thing. As long as you four are safe then the entire school can be petrified for all I care."
"Harsh but I agree with him," Daphne added her two cents. "It really shouldn't be up to a second year Hogwarts student to deal with the Basilisk roaming the school, even though he could."
"We can see both your points so we're going to stay out of it," Padma admitted as her sister nodded in agreement.
"Hermione, why do you expect me to do something about it?" Harry asked.
"Because you can!" Hermione said exasperated.
"Hermione, people rarely do the right thing because they can. There's always some motive behind it," Harry explained. Hermione just threw her arms up in the arms and gave up.
"Hermione, we go home for Christmas on Monday. Can't we just enjoy the weekend?" Parvati asked.
"Fine," Hermione agreed reluctantly.
[December Twenty-First 1992: Monday]
The weekend went by fast, along with the ride back to London. All too soon, they were getting off the Express to meet their parents. The girls weren't coming to Delacour Manor until the 26th because all families agreed that they wanted to spend quality time with their children.
"Hello children," a soft voice came from their left. They turned to see Daphne's mum walking towards them.
"Hey 'Toria," Harry said cheerfully as he had been accustomed to calling her over the Christmas break last year.
Astoria laughed at the nickname, "Hey Harry." She looked down at Harry and Daphne's joined hands and back up with a questioning look.
"There's something I need to ask you for between Daphne and I during Christmas break," Harry explained.
Astoria's eyes lit up, "A betrothal contract?" Harry nodded and the mother gave a little squeal. "I'm so happy for you two. You of course have my full consent and I'll be happy to sign the contract after Christmas."
"Thanks 'Toria," Harry said, happy that at least one of the two contracts went smoothly.
"Bye you lot," Daphne called out as she grabbed her mother's hand and wandered off.
"Hermione!" two voices shouted out to their left. The group once again turned to see Hermione's parents walking towards them.
"Mum, Dad!" Hermione shouted out. She ran and gave her parents hugs. She then ran back towards Harry and the twins.
"Bye Harry, Padma, Parvati," Hermione said as she kissed Harry on the cheek. She turned around back to her parents and soon they were lost in the crowd.
"Just us then?" Harry said as he wrapped his arms around the twins. The twins smiled up at him.
"Padma, Parvati!" A voice barked out at them. They turned to see an irate man walking toward them.
"Yes Father?" the twins asked. He simply stared at the arms around them. They sighed before shrugging off Harry's shoulders.
"Mr. Patil," Harry greeted the man.
"Mr. Potter," the man greeted back stiffly.
"Bye Harry, we'll see you on the twenty sixth," Padma told Harry. She gave him a hug followed by Parvati. The man gripped his daughters shoulders and steered them away from Harry.
"Discussing a betrothal contract with him is going to be fun," Harry muttered to himself. He grinned darkly, "But I'm not letting some man, even if it is their father, stop me from being with Padma and Parvati."
"Harry!" A female voice shouted out from across the platform. He turned and saw his mum walking towards him with a skip in her step. When she was close enough she pounced on him, giving him a tight hug. "I've missed my little boy."
"Mum," Harry mock complained. "I'm not a little boy anymore."
"Not from what Fleur has told me," Apolline muttered into his hair. Harry smirked at the mutter, he was damn proud of that fact.
"Come, Fleur is waiting for her mate and your papa wants to see his son," Apolline said.
"Lead the way," Harry said as he held his arm out for her. She laughed and took it and they walked arm in arm together. As they walked through the platform, Apolline swaying hips caught every straight male's attention and Harry had to smirk. Fleur garnered the same reaction when they was out in public.
She slowly stopped before leaning over and giving Harry a deep sniff. "You smell deeply of Daphne."
"Yeah," Harry said nonchalantly, "We've gotten very close over the last semester."
"Does Fleur know?" Apolline asked, her concern was for her daughter first.
"Of course," Harry said, semi-insulted, "She was there when we got 'close'."
Apolline smirked at the way he emphasized the word close, "You're such a manly man."
"What the hell is with you calling me that anyway?" Harry asked with a sigh.
Apolline shrugged, "I can't help it. I raised a man that has not only a Veela as a mate but has four other girls after him. Makes me feel proud."
"Fine but don't call me that in public," Harry warned her.
"Ruin my fun," Apolline said with a pout. Her pout turned to a smirk though, "So, how was Daphne?"
Harry's groan echoed throughout the platform.