Summary:With the Yule season in full swing, it is time for Harry to attend the annual Malfoy Ball on New Years Eve, and get that o-so-special midnight kiss.
Harry tightened the cuffs to his shirt, making sure his hair had been styled just the way he imagined it -- its usual ruffled mess but made to look intended. Once out in the landing he could hear Tonks helping zip up Lily's dress. He decided to head downstairs, where he could hear Sirius laughing with his date of the evening, Penelope. Harry had wanted to ask, but it seemed that any and all attempts at getting Sirius to admit that there was any relationship going on between the two was fruitless. Despite the fact that Harry knew that Sirius had spent very little time in either of the Black family homes--neither the manor, which Sirius had spent quite a bit of money refurbishing, nor Grimmauld Place. But instead had bought rooms, which Harry assumed Penelope had gotten to know quite well, but, if Sirius wasn't saying anything, it wasn't Harry's place to mention anything.
Tonight, they were all heading over to Malfoy Manor, where they were holding a New Year's Eve party. And Harry thought that it would be best to invite Tonks as his date.
He checked out the library, where there was a long table in the middle of the room, with tens of open books with lots of information about the Mages in the past, of the Potter's connection to families with mage power, of battle strategies, of dark lords in the past.
"Harry?" he heard that familiar voice call out. He would never tire of hearing Lily call his name. "We're ready to go. Are you ready darling?"
He adjusted his collar with a precise flick and gracefully departed from the library's quiet embrace. Stepping into the majestic foyer of the opulent mansion, his eyes were immediately drawn to the striking figures awaiting him. Sirius, exuding an air of refined elegance, donned impeccably tailored black robes that accentuated his commanding presence. By his side stood Penelope, a vision of enchantment in a flowing, floor-length house formal gown that mirrored the darkness of the night. Her attire, as dark as the midnight sky, whispered secrets of sophistication and grace.
Beside this captivating duo stood Tonks, a mesmerizing embodiment of ethereal beauty. Her long, pale queendancer dress clung to her slender frame, its low neckline revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that bewitched all who beheld it. Every curve she desired to showcase was accentuated within her slim frame, her facial features sharpened with an exquisite precision. She had shifted her figure to be more hourglass-like whilst maintaining her usual sillouette, her facial features were sharper, her womanly aspects perky, her nose straighter and her eyes a deep violet; the telltale sign of the Black family.
Standing in radiant contrast to Tonks, stood the enchanting beauty of Lily Potter. She wore an emerald corsetted queen dancer dress that hugged her curves with a captivating sensuality. A daring slit ran along the length of her legs, stopping just shy of impropriety. The corset, cinching her tiny waist, showcased her ample bosom and emphasized her voluptuous posterior. Her cascading waves of fiery red hair tumbled over one shoulder, held in place by delicate pins of gold that added a touch of enchantment to her already spellbinding appearance.
She had told him the night before that her dress would be enchanted to disguise any hints of a bump.
All the ladies had gone for minimal make-up, as was tradition at the pureblood events.
Harry ensured that his ring of lordship was displayed clearly on his finger, his wand holster cleverly hidden underneath his white silk shirt.
He couldn't help but smile at the ladies, "you look--" he stopped himself as he remembered that Penelope was there. "beautiful, all of you."
Lily gave him an appreciative smile, Tonks, on the other hand, strode forward in her heels and wrapped her arm around Harry's neck.
"You're going to need more flattery than that, Potter, if you want some tonight!" she chided, causing Penelope to cough.
Siriuss patted her back, "Tonks, be careful, not everyone is used to... a witch being so openly..."
"Randy?" she offered as she stroked Harry's chest with a purr. "Who gives a fuck, pureblood's are always marrying their cousins. So they shouldn't judge. Weren't Malfoy's parents brother and sister?"
Sirius clapped his hands, "on that note, let's head over to Malfoy Manor!"
It was strange for Harry to see Malfoy Manor being dressed up and filled with people. The most he had ever seen it filled up was when there was two elves that had been attended Narcissa one of the times they'd met for one of their rendezvous.
As they stepped up towards the door, it was already open, the house elf, Dobby, dressed in a velvet black suit--a rather rare sight to behold, but Harry assumed that Lucius was trying to make a good impression.
"May I take your coatses?" Dobby asked, then looked at them, and realised they weren't wearing any coats. But his gaze did linger on Harry for a moment. If he wanted to say something, he didn't.
"Thank you, kind house elf," Harry offered as they entered the house.
As soon as they entered the grand ballroom, the sound of chatter and music filled their ears. The room was adorned with magnificent chandeliers that cast a warm glow on the guests below. Harry's gaze swept over the room, taking in the sight of finely dressed witches and wizards, all displaying their wealth and power through their robes and jewelry.
Sirius and Penelope quickly made their way over to where Rufus Scrimgeour was attempting to hold a conversation with Augusta Longbottom. It was never a pleasant experience, especially at a party.
Lily was called over by Sasha Bennett nee Monnet, a dark-skinned beauty who was engaged in a spirited conversation with other married women of high society. Lily greeted them warmly and joined in on the conversation, while Harry scanned the room for familiar faces. He spotted Neville dancing with a lady he didn't recognise, but that didn't matter, the many girls waiting for Neville to ask them to the dance was always the mainstay at these types of events, Harry reasoned.
Harry and Tonks took a turn on the dance floor, but after a dance or two, Tonks had to excuse herself to head to the toilet. Leaving Harry on his own.
As he found himself a moment of silence, he observed the room. The Malfoy's were near the centre of the hall speaking with the Greengrass', Draco and Daphne sharing a rare moment where the two were speaking to one another -- if Harry didn't know that the two had barely said a word to one another all year, he would have believed the two to be friends with the pleasant smiles and niceties that seemed to be exchanged between them. But he felt bad for Astoria, the young Greengrass standing with her family, watching with a jealous smile as the dancing couples passed her.
Feeling a twinge of sympathy for Astoria Greengrass as he watched her standing on the sidelines with her family, he made his way over to her, feeling a sense of obligation to at least offer her a dance.
"May I have this dance?" he asked with a small smile. He tried to ignore the looks from the Malfoys and Greengrasses as they paid the two some of their attention. He felt that he could feel Daphne's gaze burning through him.
Astoria looked up at him in surprise, but then quickly composed herself and gave him a grateful smile. "I would be delighted, Lord Potter" she said, taking his hand as they made their way to the dance floor.
As they danced, Harry could see that Astoria was not only a skilled dancer but also a great conversationalist. They talked about many things, from their classes at Hogwarts to their families. Harry found himself enjoying her company more than he thought he would.
But just as the song ended, Draco appeared and cut into their dance, claiming Astoria for himself, Harry glanced over and saw that Lucius was eyeing Harry dangerously. Harry stepped back with a polite smile and watched as they danced away. He couldn't help but feel like he had just experienced a brief moment of connection with Astoria, one that left a soft pang in his chest.
Deciding that he needed to not be the centre of attention, Harry excused himself from the hall and out onto the balcony, where he could see the estates gardens, and the beautiful flowers that had been cultivated there.
"Isn't it impolite to gaze so intently?" a seductive whisper brushed against his ear, accompanied by the tantalizing sensation of a hand gliding down his chest.
Caught off guard, he struggled to fully appreciate her breathtaking allure as she gracefully materialized before him. Fleur Delacour, an ethereal presence standing half a head shorter than himself, possessed a slender frame that exuded elegance. Her lustrous silver locks were artfully arranged, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck, while her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, mirrored the hue of her enchanting gown.
As if suspended in time, he found himself transfixed by the intricate details that adorned her dress, each stitch a testament to craftsmanship and refined taste. The fabric hinting at the supple curves that lay beneath its exquisite surface. The way she carried herself, with an air of effortless grace, only enhanced the magnetic pull she exerted on him. A part of him whispered for him to hold and caress each inch of skin, but, luckily, he had the self-control to ignore the voice.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle Delacour," Harry offered with a slight bow.
She curtseyed slightly at him, "Lord Potter, where has your date for the evening gone?"
"She has excused herself, but will be back in a moment," Harry replied, trying not to sound as flirtatious as her.
"Then perhaps there is enough time for me to sneak in a dance with a fellow champion?"
He felt something hot in his chest as he replied. "Perhaps there is," Harry said, a playful twinkle in his eyes. He held out his hand to Fleur, inviting her to join him on the dance floor.
Fleur smirked and gracefully took his hand. As they made their way onto the polished marble tiles, Harry couldn't help but notice how effortlessly she moved, as if gliding on air. The soft strains of music filled the grand ballroom, setting the mood for an enchanting evening.
They fell into a natural rhythm, their bodies swaying to the melodic beat. Fleur's laughter echoed through the room, and Harry found himself captivated by her infectious joy. As their dance continued, Harry couldn't ignore the growing chemistry between them. Fleur's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he sensed a shared understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words. It was as if they had found solace in each other's presence amidst a whirlwind of chaos.
He was aware that Fleur was a veela, a creature of a sexual nature, and with the way his magic has expressed itself, he supposed that he was somewhat of a creature with a sexual nature too.
"You dance... very well Fleur," Harry whispered as they turned again.
She hummed her reply, "Harry, why did you enter the tournament?"
He felt shocked, gone was any flirty smiles, or seductive whispers, this felt... like the real Fleur, asking him a genuine question.
"Because otherwise my best friend wouldn't have entered... but he couldn't get past the circle Dumbledore created."
She stiffened against him, pulling herself closer, "But you could?"
"Yes, there wasn't any problem with me passing."
"How old are you, my Lord? To be able to pass over the age line."
"The age i'm supposed to be," he replied. "But I guess... the age line took into account my physical age, you know, the Faerie Law ages you up and--"
"It matures your body so that you can be a suitable host for your magic, but it does not age up your soul, your heart," she whispered as she peered up at him, her eyes flickering sidewasy as though just noticing something. "Perhaps... this is a question answered at another time," she replied as the music stopped. The two bowed to eachother, and went their separate ways.
Tonks stepped up agaisnt him, her breasts brushing lightly against his arm. With a nod of his head, the two began twirling on the dancefloor again. Harry's favourite dance happened to be when the lights dimmed, the orchestra slowed down, and all the couples took to the floor, leaving the single ladies, widows and spinsters to gaze on the couples -- Harry felt bad when he saw Draco and Daphne dancing, their bodies as far apart as deemed appropriate. He noticed a familiar sprawl of curly brown hair with Neville, but didn't want to make a comment on it. He did, however, see Lucius escorting Narcissa back to the ring of witches as he offered his hand to a slightly older woman with an a-line figure with shortly cropped black hair; Harry didn't recognise the woman, but everyone else seemed to be eyeing the interaction with shock. Narcissa, however, had a smile plastered onto her face as she subtly glanced to Harry, and gave him a look that he knew said "I need you".
But for the moment, he loved feeling the sway of Tonks' hips in his hand, of her warm breath tickling his neck, the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest. He had to imagine his internal magic pool and the river banks thickening and raising in order to keep himself in check, he wasn't sure what it was, but he could feel his magic reaching out from him.
"Finally, was wondering if you noticed," Tonks whispered into his ear.
"What?" he asked, completely dumbfounded.
"I was a few seconds away from climbing on top of you on this dance floor. As I'm sure the other witches here were. I mean, either climb you or their dates. Which would be unfortunate for some of the couples here, but probably the first time some of these married couples would have shagged in quite some time."
"You could feel my magic?" he whispered.
Her breath tickled his neck, causing the hair to stand on end as she spoke, "every time you get even slightly horny Harry. It's like your magic is pulling out to me and purring against mine. Like a mating call." she pushed herself against him, almost pushing against his now growing bulge. "and if we weren't in such a public place, I would happily answer it."
The two joked until the end end of the song. Tonks gave his hand a squeeze.
"Go on, lover boy," she chided as she looked around the room.
"Huh?" was all he was able to muster in response.
"Find you secret lover, make sure she's okay. I'll find Lily and keep her company so it doesn't look weird." Tonks offered with a wink and she sauntered off. His eyes glued to her rear.
Damn, I am lucky. He thought to himself as he snuck off from the hall, up the stairs, walked to the East wing, to the door on the far left, and gave it a soft knock.
A familiar voice called back, "Hello?"
"It's Harry," he replied.
The door swung open with a creak, revealing a hand that reached out, seizing Harry by his lapels and forcefully dragging him into the plushly adorned room. Soft, cushiony lips met his in a passionate kiss as a pair of delicate hands started unfastening his garments with haste.
"Cissy--" he attempted to protest, but her tongue had already slipped into his mouth, effectively silencing him. Her fingers deftly worked their way down his torso, unbuttoning his trousers with practiced ease before falling to her knees. She wasted no time enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace, her head bobbing rhythmically as her left hand disappeared beneath her dress.
A few moments later, she rose to her feet and leaned against the wall, swaying her hips suggestively. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" she asked coyly, her voice dripping with desire. "You know you're always invited here."
Harry pushed against Narcissa's back, pressing her up against the wall with a thud. She gasped as he pulled her dress up, exposing her bare behind to him. Without speaking another word, he lined himself up with her slick entrance, feeling her nectar trailling down her inner thighs and thrust inwards. Embraced once more.
The two moved together in a frenzied dance, Narcissa biting her lip to stifle her moans as Harry gripped her hips, driving into her with reckless abandon. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing as they lost themselves in each other. Narcissa's hands grabbed onto the edge of the wall for support as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Harry's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release.
Just as they could both feel their peak arriving, a knock came at the door, causing them both to freeze.
"Mum? Are you okay? You've been up here quite some time," Draco called out, his voice tinged with aggravation. "Father sent me to come grab you, you're supposed to be hosting and you're showing him up by not being downstairs with him!"
Narcissa clenched around Harry's length in response, her breath hitching as Draco's voice penetrated the room. Harry continued to thrust into her, using the bounce of her ass to add momentum to each stroke. The thrill of being caught by his lover's son only served to heighten his pleasure, and he couldn't help but wonder if Draco knew what was happening just beyond the door. He could feel Narcissa's juices dripping from whatever gap his cock allowed from her pussy and down her leg. She was well and truly horny, and he could feel her quivering. She was so close.
"Yes? And what?" Narcissa called out, her voice strained but still managing to sound composed. Harry continued to pound into her from behind, his own release building with each thrust. "I-if he wishes to bring h-his... o-other woman, then why sh-should I stand with him?" she called back, one hand reaching back to interlace her fingers with Harry's, giving him better purchase.
Draco audibly sighed from the other side of the door.
"I will admit it was bad sport him revealing it that way, but she's been outed as his concubine! Crabbe said she was brought to entertain all of the men at the last gathering," there was a hint of jealousy in his voice. "Are... are you okay? You sound out of breath."
"I'm... almost finished... in here Draco, go downstairs and I will join you promptly." Narcissa managed to get out without moaning as Harry spun her around, holding her up by her pelvis as she now faced him, his teeth latching onto an erect nipple as he continued to drill into her, now without the wall to support her, she could feel everything.
"Mum, please hurry up," Draco urged, his voice growing impatient. "Father is getting angry."
"Cissy, I--I can't hold it back," Harry whispered with a grunt.
"Give it to me Harry, I want to feel your seed spilling down my thigh as I stand next to my husband, knowing--ah!-- that you've claimed me. That you've had me whilst he was in the house." Narcissa whispered back.
"Are you coming?" Draco called through the door.
Harry and Narcissa locked eyes, and delicately kissed, as with a grunt, Harry realised his seed into her, pushing her over the edge and causing her body to spasm in his weakening grip. He lowered the two to the floor as a golden pulse surged out and found its place in her belly, the sound of something crackling in the distance muted by the blood rushing in their ears.
It took the two a second to catch their breath, but they didn't have a lot of time, as they heard the door handle begin turning.
"Narcissa, open the door this instance." That was Lucius. It seemed he had grown impatient.
Her eyes widened, and her walls clenched around Harry's-- it seemed that she was both scared and turned on by the turn of events.
Harry stood up, helped Narcissa look presentable as she pulled the cups of her dress back up to cover her breasts once more. Harry quickly buttoned up his trousers as he looked around the room for somewhere to hide. There was no space under the bed, no closet or wardrobe--Narcissa had a separate room for all of that. It was just the two chest of drawers, a desk and a bed. They were bound to get caught.
"Narcissa?!" Lucius called, "That's it! Draco, give me your wand."
"What? But its mine!"
"You will do as I say, boy!"
Narcissa now looked the way she had before, prim and proper, a true pureblood wife, whereas Harry now looked quite rugged and his clothes in disarray.
The lock to the door flashed blue, in a moment of panic, Harry pictured himself in the gardens of Malfoy Manor, and felt his magic surge through him. A scream passed by his ears as every molecule of his body felt as though it was going to combust as he winked out of sight in a torrent of flame, barely having time to see the door open an inch.
Daphne had decided that she had had enough of pretending to be the perfect pureblood daughter for the night, so, using her sister Astoria as an excuse, the two sisters stepped away from the party and out into the gardens of Malfoy Manor. There were a number of peacocks strutting about, and many hedges and mazes, and beautifully kept flowers. The many floating lights illuminated the grand estate perfectly. Daphne was almost tempted to compliment the sight, but then had to remind herself that she would technically be complimenting Draco. And she wasn't about to do that.
"I don't see what the problem is, Daph," Astoria said as they held hands, walking through the maze. "Draco isn't a bad looking guy."
Daphne rolled her eyes at her sister's comment. "It's not about looks, Tori. Draco is arrogant, self-centered, and frankly a bit of a bully. I don't care how handsome he is, his personality leaves much to be desired." She sighed, looking up at the night sky. "I just wish Father didn't keep pushing me to get closer to him. I know it's because the Malfoys are an influential family, but I wish he cared more about my happiness than making politically advantageous matches."
Astoria gave her hand a sympathetic squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find someone, Daph. Someone kind, brave and humble. Someone you actually like spending time with." She grinned. "Maybe even a Gryffindor to really upset Father."
Daphne laughed. "Could you imagine? I think he might actually disown me." Her laughter faded as a sudden crack and flash of light split the quiet night air. She jumped, looking around. "What was that?"
There was a groan from the hedge to their left. The sisters exchanged a look before Daphne pulled out her wand. "Who's there?" she called out. "Show yourself!"
The two raced into the bushes, wands out. The sound was similar to that of an apparition crack, but sounded... different. As the two rounded a particularly tall hedge, and there, standing in nothing except a wand holster on his arm, stood Harry Potter. Steam rolling off his bronzed body, every hair seemed to have burned away, including the hair atop his head. His breathing was ragged, and his energy was pulsing off him in waves of heat.
Daphne felt her legs begin to buckle underneath her, her own frosty core rising in her chest as she felt her magic responding to the call of Harry's. Desperately she tried to pull her magic in, to keep it contained. But seeing him standing there in the nude didn't stop her arousal from dribbling down her thigh. She could feel Astoria next to her, her hand tightening around Daphne's as she slowly fell to her knees on the ground, her body beginning to tremble.
"Tori?" She asked as she saw her sister squinting her eyes closed as her grip on Daphne became so tight that the older blonde almost cried out in pain.
And then her breathing hitched when the moisture between the two Greengrass sisters hands chilled freezing causing ice crystals to form on the surface of their cream colour hands. And to make matters worse, Astoria fell backwards, her eyes rolling as she passed out, bringing Daphne down with her.
"Tori!"
She saw the hardened hands of Harry reach between the two, the ice instantly melting into steam, separating the two. Daphne fell back onto her plump behind and looked up at Harry, and saw as he closed his eyes, and with a grunt, his hair instantly grew back, along with the rest of the hair on his body. His muscles rippled under his skin from the strain, making his already muscled physique appear more sculpted.
Daphne felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched his butt as he walked away, and with a whip of his wand, new robes appeared on his body.
He turned around, kneeled down and checked Astoria's forehead.
"She's got a bit of a fever," he then looked to Daphne, his mesmerising eyes gazing into hers. "I'm sorry, I couldn't really control my magic, it must've put her in shock."
She looked to where he had stood, on the ground were scorch marks.
"Do I want to ask?" Daphne asked.
Harry's eyes darted between where she was looking and Daphne's concerned face. He shook his head, a dark expression settling over his features.
"I can't talk about it right now. Astoria needs to go home, and I'll wait here with her. You go get your parents," he said firmly.
Daphne nodded, her heart racing as she headed back through the gardens towards the imposing Manor. As she entered the grand ballroom, she spotted her mother speaking with Narcissa Malfoy, who had a tight-lipped expression on her face. She quickly made her way over.
"Mother, Astoria needs to leave. She has collapsed and has a fever," Daphne said urgently.
Lady Greengrass' eyes widened in alarm. "Is she alright?"
"I don't know. There was some kind of magical flare from her that made her faint," Daphne explained quickly, her voice laced with worry.
Lady Greengrass turned to Narcissa, who had been listening intently. "Thank you for the invitation, but we must take our leave."
Narcissa bowed graciously. "Of course. But Miss Greengrass, did you leave your sister alone in the gardens?"
Daphne felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "No, she's out there with Lord Potter."
There was a moment of tense silence before Lady Greengrass gasped. "Lord Potter is in the gardens?!"
Daphne nodded nervously. "Yes."
"Lady Greengrass, I suggest you take your leave, I will inform Lord Greengrass about your departing."
The beautiful blonde smiled in gratitude as the two Greengrass' took their leave towards the garden. It didn't take long before they found Astoria, on her back, her head in Harry's lap as he waved his wand over her. Lady Greengrass surged forward, whipping her wand out.
"Get your wand away from her, Potter!" she cried.
Harry's eyes widened as he flicked his wrist, his wand vanishing as he showed her his empty palms.
"Lady Greengrass, I apologise, I was merely using a diagnostic spell. Astoria seems to be experiencing some kind of magic deficiency... I'm not sure what caused it, but I think your daughters have something in common, Lady Greengrass."
The big breasted Greengrass matriarch looked to her daughter and to Harry and nodded, walked over, gave Harry a hug, which may have meant that he his head was accidentally pulled into her generous cleavage, thanked him, and offered her hand to Daphne.
"We've got to go, Daphne."
Without a word, Daphne grabbed her mother's hand, and with a last look at Harry, they all cracked out of view. Leaving Harry there alone in the gardens.
He stood and dusted himself off.
"What the fuck?" He cursed, the last twenty minutes had been a whirlwind for him, he had gone from being intimate with Narcissa, in a particularly risky situation, and somehow ended up in the gardens, naked, where the younger sister of one of his closest friends passed out.
He really hoped that once midnight struck that the new year brought nothing but good tidings for him.
Harry returned back to the Manor, where he sidled up next to Tonks and his mother, and danced with the two (in their best effort to look platonic when he danced with Lily, despite the fact that they really wanted to just touch each other up. He knew she was jealous that Tonks had many opportunities this night to dance with Harry and kiss his cheek), and patiently waited for midnight. whilst dancing, he was able to really look for Neville, and noticed that the Boy-Who-Lived was definitely dancing with Hermione Granger as his date.
Interesting, he thought. He knew that Neville had a thing for Ginny Weasley in this world, but he wasn't opposed to Neville and Hermione getting to know one another.
Then, finally, the countdown began. Lucius announced that they were a minute away, and conjured a giant clock to appear. He, Draco, Narcissa, and Lucius' mistress all stood at the top of the staircase.
Harry tried his best to find a dark corner, where he was able to wrap his arms around the waists of his lovely ladies, and when midnight struck, was able to give his mother a kiss on the cheek as she whispered "I hope I will get a true midnight kiss later", only to feel two hands on his face as Tonks pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue easily sliding against his own; she tasted of sweet alcohol, and Harry liked it.
Once his make-out session with Tonks was over, he saw Lucius kissing his mistress, and Draco gave his mother a kiss on the cheek as he made his way down the stairs, to where Harry saw Victor Krum staring intently at him. Victor was standing next to Fleur, who was downing her drink from a tall glass as she pushed her hand into some older gentlemans face, pushing him away from her.
"I best go save my fellow champion," Harry commented.
"We'll wait at the front, Harry," Lily replied, eyeing him with a knowing look.
Tonks gave him a wink, "Make her knees weak, lover!"
He couldn't help but chuckle as he made his way through the crowd and gently clasped her free hand in his.
"Miss Delacour, I couldn't help but notice you were yet to receive a midnight kiss."
She looked to him with a mischievous smile, "You know, in Veela culture, we say that a midnight kiss on the strike of midnight is a magical thing. It foretells of the kind of romance the new year shall bring." She looked him up and down. "Care to set the foundations, my Lord?"
"I'd be honoured."
Without hesitation, their lips crashed together in a fiery embrace. Harry's arms wrapped tightly around her waist as hers snaked up to grip his neck, pulling him closer. The intensity of their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a fierce battle for dominance. As the heat between them intensified, the cheekiness in Harry came out, and he let the reins of his power slacken, allowing his magic to embrace Fleur, fill her every pore. And he felt her body stiffen against him, almost melting as a moan escaped. Feeling himself getting hard, he tore his mouth away before it consumed him completely.
"Happy new year miss Delacour."
She smiled at him, her cheeks red.
"Happy new year my Lord."
Harry was barely given two minutes to collect himself before Tonks spun on her heels and began ripping his clothes from him, the familiar touch of Lily's hands unbuttoning his belt and fishing his quickly hardening cock from its confines. He groaned as he felt her lips wrap around him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Tonks was busy kissing and nipping at his neck, her hands roaming over his chest and stomach. Harry's hands tangled in both women's hair as they pleasured him, their tongues lapping at him together.
Lily pulled away first, a mischievous glint in her eye as she stood up and stripped off her own dress. "I think I've waited long enough for my reward for being on my best behaviour tonight," she suggested with a smirk as she peeled her damp thong away from her nether lips and sat down on Harry's face as Tonks continued to suck his cock.
"Mmm, I'd say you've been a very good girl, Lily," Harry murmured as he dove in, her musky scent filling his senses as he lapped and tongued her slit. She moaned and began to rock her hips onto his face, her fingers raking through his hair as he placed another kiss on her pink and swollen clitoris.
Tonks too gave up trying to continue, too turned on by the sight before her. Stumbling backwards leaning against the wall, she watched Lily enjoy Harry's tongue. Her own fingers beginning to play with herself.
"Oh fuck," Tonks breathed out as Harry started to move his tongue in earnest, his hands roaming over Lily's soft thighs, slowing trailing upwards. "You two are really going to make me cum watching this."
Harry just hummed against Lily's pussy, his tongue lapping at her G-spot as he felt it swell with her arousal. He rolled his tongue in circles and felt the red headed witch buck up against his face. Eventually she cried out in ecstasy as she came hard, grinding into his mouth as he lapped up every last drop of her sweet nectar, the candles in the room burst to life as she leaned onto the ground in front of her, her sweat glistened breasts heaving with each breath.
Lily pulled away with a pant, standing up and giving Tonks a hot kiss that stole Harry's breath away. As they coupled together, Harry couldn't help but find the show arousing.
Tonks looked down and smiled, "Oh Potter, watch this," a moment later, Tonks' body shifted so that it was more filled out, her breasts were much heftier, her curves more defined as her dark hair became more voluminous and red. Soon she looked like Lily around Harry's age, except there were slight differences. For one, she still somehow looked like Tonks, her eyes a light violet colour.
She grabbed Harry's cock and placed it against her entrance, "look Lily, the great Lord Potter gets a hard-on for his sissy. Seems he has a bit of an incest fetish!" She cried as she lowered herself onto him.
"And I couldn't be happier," Lily chuckled as she lowered her breasts to Harry's lips. The handsome man grabbed each tit and sucked and nipped at them as Tonks began bouncing atop of him.
Harry couldn't help but moan as Tonks rode him, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly in front of him. He reached up and grabbed them both, pinching and massaging them as she moved with increasing fervour. Lily rested her head on Harry's as he sucked on her nipples, a blissful smile on her face. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen as the fireplace roared with flames, causing each of them to glisten with sweat. something crackled along Harry's skin as he continued to feel himself enveloped by Tonks. He felt his strength double as his teeth sharpened as his magic pulsed out of him in waves.
Tonks' pace quickened until she was slamming down on Harry's cock, his own hips bucking up to meet hers. They were all sweaty and breathless, their moans filling the room as they fucked with reckless abandon. It was a scene he never would have imagined himself in back in his own world, but now it felt like exactly where he belonged. Watching his cock disappear into the snatch of his imaginary sister, her breasts swaying and smacking against her skin with each bounce was a truly arousing sight.
In his mind, he could see his lake, and the many rivers it connected to. He saw the magic "water" from Tonks pond seep into his own, as his own golden water flowed into hers willingly. He could see the red of Lily's also merging with his.
With reddened cheeks, Lily reaching down between her own legs as she watched Tonks ride Harry, who's body had become outlined in a golden aura. Seeing how the light contoured each swaying breast of Tonks' fake Potter-sibling body, and every rippling muscle on her son caused untold arousal to surge through her.
"Oh god," she gasped out as she came again, this time harder than before, the flames reaching higher.
Tonks soon followed suit, crying out Harry's name as she fell forward against his chest, her body shifting from her pseudo-sister form, to that of Tonks' regular form, to that of Narcissa, to Lady Greengrass, to Fleur Delacour, her vagina tightening and shifting around him as she allowed her pleasure to overcome her, as she returned to her sister-form, her breasts shrunk slightly, and all of her muscles quivered, eyes rolling back as a a dribble of saliva escaped the corner of her lips.
They all collapsed onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing.
After a few moments of catching their breaths, Lily sat up with a smirk on her face. "I think it's my turn now," she said to Harry as she groped each of her huge mammaries.
Harry grinned back at her and gently guided Tonks off of him before sitting up and settling himself between Lily's legs. On her back, she spread wide for him eagerly, lifting her hips to accommodate his entry.
As Harry thrust into Lily with his hard and quick strokes, Tonks appeared beside them. Her lips immediately latched onto one of Lily's light pink nipples, sucking and nipping as Lily moaned as her son fucked her.
"Fuck me," Lily purred, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Harry couldn't resist the invitation and began pounding into her even harder, making her cry out each time he hit her sweet spots.
Tonks' hands wandered over Lily's body, squeezing her breasts and teasing her clit as Harry continued to fuck her relentlessly. The room was filled with their moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Lily's eyes flew open, her climax building once more, and this time Harry was ready for it. He felt her walls clench around him and he sped up his pace as her juices drenched his cock.
"Har-Harry!" she screamed out as she came, her nails digging into his biceps, her eyes lit up a brilliant scarlet as sparks reached out from her, licking at the carpet, forming smoke and small flames. Harry couldn't hold back any longer either and he came inside of her, his seed flooding her insides as they both shuddered in mutual ecstasy the room becoming bathed in golden light as Lily's tummy swelled from his cum. She cried as a crackling bombed crashed against the window, and Harry's form grew, his muscles becoming more defined, his body hair thickening.
As Harry slid himself from Lily's tightness, Tonks groaned to herself as she crawled over between Lily's legs and began lapping at her lips. Lily interlaced her fingers in Tonks now quickly growing red hair. Harry chuckled to himself as he tried to get his breath back. Somehow his coupling with the two had taken a lot out of him this time. He looked down and could feel the tingle of the golden aura around him burn brighter as he watched two of his bonded ladies going down on each other. Tonks had turned so that she was sitting on Lily's face, allowing the redhead to clean Tonks up.
Harry shuffled so that he was on Tonks rear end, and leaned down to kiss Lily.
"Thank you, for being such a good girl today, Lily," he whispered. "and focus more on her clit, she likes that more."
An idea occurred to him.
He stood behind Tonks, and with a strong grip parted her cheeks, exposing her spasming sphincter and dripping cunt. Harry spat on his cock, lubing it up as he placed his head against her northern entrance.
Tonks froze, "W-what're you doing, Potter?"
Harry gently stroked her right cheek, "I wanted to claim you, all of you," he then leaned forward and kissed her puckered asshole. "but only if that is okay."
Tonks groaned and pushed her ass against Harry's lips, "I am yours, Potter. Fuck me in any hole that pleases you. Pump me full of that wonderful jizz of yours and wank as your beautiful-breasted mother licks it from my asshole."
Lily "oh!"'d in shock at Tonks comment, her eyes widened. The beautiful emeradls glazed over as she saw Harry's balls barely floating above her as his cock began pushing into Tonks' forbidden hole.
Tonks threw her head back as she felt Harry use her hips to stretch into her tight anus, pushing deeper into her warmth. He was careful at first, holding onto her hips as he slid in further, his cock gradually disappearing into her depths. Tonks moaned and leaned back against him, her body tensing and relaxing as it adjusted to his girth, her shapeshifting ability perfect for adjusting to make sure it didn't hurt.
The smell of arousal and intimacy filled the room; it was intoxicating. As he started to thrust, Tonks' wetness coated his lap, and Lily let out a moan of approval from below as she felt Harry's balls lightly tap her face with each thrust. Harry's movements became more confident, his hips slamming into Tonks delicious rump with a steady rhythm that made her ass clap against him in a seductive manner. Lily watched closely with a smirk on her face, her hands reaching up and parting Tonks' lips as to lick her flow of juices quicker as the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room. She took one of Harry's huge balls in her hand, massaging and kneading it gently as she tasted more cum from Tonks' pussy.
Meanwhile, Tonks groaned Harry's name, feeling the familiar heat pooling in her belly once more as she felt her form shift again, her puckered hole milking Harry's cock for all that he was worth, ensuring that it was not too tight as to cause either of them pain. With a groan she leaned down into Lily's pussy and screamed as she came, her skin rippling as she changed skin tones as Lily's face was blasted with the metamorph's cum. Her hole clenched tightly around Harry's cock with each thrust making him grunt out in pleasure mixed with pain, his muscles rippling from the effort it took to maintain his pace as he continued to thrust into her. The wallpaper began to peel off the wall slightly under the pressure in the room as magic seemed to roll off the coupling trio. Every sweaty touch, every hot breath added to the intense atmosphere. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed throughout the room, punctuated by their loud moans and gasps for air.
As Tonks' scream caused vibrations to run up Lily's body from between her legs, she retreated her tongue and reached up and took one of Harry's balls into her mouth, sucking a ball into her mouth, her tongue brushing against the base of his cock.
He grunted at the sensation, his hips jerking forward as Tonks's ass clapped against him in response, Lily now had to hold Tonks' head as she lazily lapped at the redhead's mound; it seemed that she had reached her peak, all of her energy now focued on keeping Harry's cock in her. Lily could see the golden glow growing brighter with each thrust from Harry, her magic now seeming to have truly reached out to Harry's and had interlaced within it, forming a single twisted cord.
The scent of magic mixed with sex filled the room, making him lightheaded with desire as he continued to pound into Tonks' ass. Her skin glistened with sweat, the fire in the fireplace roaring higher with each impact.
As Harry felt his end near, Lily allowed Harry's ball to pop free from her mouth as she slid out from underneath Tonks, and crawled onto all fours to Tonks' rear side and began using her tongue to lick as the rear entrance.
Harry's eyes bulged at the sight as Lily locked eyes with him as she reached parted Tonks' cheeks and winked at him.
"Fill her up, baby."
With a grunt, Harry emptied his balls into his lover, filling her up with hot seed that quickly oozed out around Harry's cock, and dripped down the crack of her ass. The room, once more was bathed in golden light, which caused Lily to convulse in pleasure as she too came. Her cries matched with Tonks' as the two came again.
The light surged into Lily and Tonks' stomachs, both inflating. Lily sleepily pushed herself up as she watched Harry pull himself free from Tonks' asshole; Lily grabbed it by its base and thoroughly cleaned it with her tongue. Harry fell backwards and watched as lily turned to Tonks' flooded asshole, and licked Tonks clean slowly, savouring the taste of both their essence on her lips with a moan. She watched as Harry's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he came down from his high, his muscles still twitching from the intense release, the golden light now faded away but sparks of blue continued to zap across his form. She smiled up at him before turning to Tonks whose eyes were closed in pure bliss. "That was... incredible," Lily panted softly, wiping away a bead of sweat from her forehead.
Tonks let out a slow breath before turning to look at Harry. Her eyes were wide, "you. Potter. Are going to be fucking my tight asshole more often. Understood?" her voice was breathy, as her body remained bent over, ass in the air as the tiniest dribble of white dripped down from her now gaping hole. Her eyes slowly closing shut.
Lily shuffled over to Harry, resting her head on his chest and lightly trailed Harry's muscles and cock with the tips of her finger.
"That... was incredible Harry," she said.
Harry chuckled, "It was definitely different," he commented. "but, it will be expensive fixing the room."
Lily looked at the space, and saw how the wallpaper had peeled away, the walls cracked, the ceiling a blackened smog as smoke from the fireplace billowed upwards. The windows cracked, the carpets singed, and the room a temperature that no one could handle.
"We can afford it, sweetheart," Lily offered with a giggle, "But now... sleep?" she asked.
Harry grinned at her as he stood, pulling Lily up with him (who seemed a little bowlegged after their recent activities), he then swept Tonks up in his arms as he lead his two ladies up to the Masters Bedroom.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry palmed the invisibility cloak in his hand, watched as the silvery material seemed to rippled in his grip. He was truly amazed by it. With his enhanced senses, he could feel the magic inside of the cloak, but couldn't quite sense what kind of magic it was. He was aware that invisibility cloaks lasted roughly a year or two, depending on the material of the cloth and the types of runes embedded into them, but this one had been passed down for generations. He knew that James Potter had used the cloak when he was in school; it was simply unheard of.
He knew that it was a boon, but not useful in the next task.
The Christmas break had passed quickly, leaving Lily and Tonks with belly's full of his cum and the house in a state of disarray that made him feel guilty for the elves as they tried to fix and clean the house. Since New Years, he had taken Tonks and Lily each morning when they awoke, and each night. But during the day had turned to research and training--continuing his runs and exercise routines. He had visited Neville twice, the two duelling and joking about the things they had heard at the Malfoy Ball. Harry had asked about Hermione, but Neville had turned red and said that they were "just friends", but Harry didn't press the matter. He knew that Neville would talk to him about it when he was ready.
He had visited Greengrass manor once, where it seemed that Daphne had been out with a private tutor, so Harry had spent a few hours with Astoria. The two walking through the gardens, the younger Greengrass telling Harry about the types of flowers in the garden, and when she saw Harry had been successfully disarmed, she asked about the giants in the mountains. Harry said that they were scary, and she had looked at him with a grin of victory. Turns out that Daphne had been very vague about what happened whilst she was away, and asked Harry many questions, that somehow ended up in one place in the end.
"Did the two of you become entangled intimately in the cave?" Astoria asked as he nonchalantly plucked a flower from its bed.
Harry had been startled, but had denied anything of the sort happening.
Astoria seemed upset by that. Harry had stored that thought away for later.
Daphne later joined the two, and they spent the day talking of mage magic--after having revealed that Astoria's outburst at New Year's was the awakening of her own mage magic, which had shocked everyone, as only ever one Greengrass had ever awakened their own mage magic.
When he wasn't reading or socialising, he was in his homes ""Battle Hall" — a hall in the basement of Springrise where he could practice controlling his magic, and it was here that he found that his mage magic was not coming from him, at least, not specifically. He realised that if he focused on the bond with each of him lovely ladies, he was able to access a magic that, he guessed, was unique to them.
From this, he discovered that focusing on his bond with Lily, he was able to summon balls of fire, flame magic and control heat too. He tried other things, but it caused his sweat to steam off of him and for him to feel short of breath—the one time he had pushed himself to try and control a flame once it sparked to life, he had passed out from dehydration (luckily the flame dissipated once its fuel had stopped); when he inspected the bond, he saw that the red water, that he associated with Lily''s magic, that resided in his own pool had almost vanished.
When he experimented with his bond with Narcissa he was able to wield a destructive and almost uncontrollable bolt of lightning. He was only able to use it a few times before his body felt like he was about to combust. When he focused on Samantha, his body grew and became more muscled—his senses increased, but he also felt more feral, more violent. His hair thickened on his body into a short fur coat. Using his bond with Samantha produced an effect almost double what he was capable of using his own Beastial Sense magic. When he focused on his bond with Tonks his body felt malleable, as though he had no real shape. He would practice this in front of a mirror and practised tensing and shaping the muscles and magic to shift to the appearance he wanted. But it turned out that this particular gift was a difficult one to master, or even control.
Sirius had offered to help with his lightning, but the most he was able to do was barely aim where he wanted it to go, but if it hit its target was a different story. The two duelled, and went over Harry's memories. Nothing made sense still.
The one thing Harry was able to figure out, was that when he was intimate with his women, as they absorbed his seed, strengthening their bond and increasing their magical capacity, he saw his own reservoir of magic expand, as though the deeper his connection with the witch was, the more of their power he was able to wield.
When he posed this idea to Lily and Tonks, he had spent three straight days taking turns filling each witch with his cum. Whenever one of them wasn't grinding or being pounded into, they were all cuddled up with each other on Harry's huge bed taking a nap.
He had found it all exiting—what straight man wouldn't want two beautiful women desperate to be coated and filled with seed. But he did need to rest the day after.
He had discovered that not only does Lily enjoy having her face fucked, but she enjoys face fucking others-a pleasure that both he and Tonks enjoyed. Tonks, it turns out, really enjoys being fucked as other people, and it was a kink that Harry was more than happy to indulge—his eyes had bulged when he had seen the size of Madam Bones' tits as he fucked her ass as she ate Lily's pussy out. That was a particularly memorable moment from their second day of the fuck fest.
The day after rest, Harry had found it a little easier to wield the flames—it was much easier to bathe a weapon in flame than anything else. And he found that if he tried little physical changes, that they were executed much better when looking at a mirror. So instead of trying to change his entire appearance at once, he changed things one at a time. Eventually he was able to look like a female version of himself except he couldn't change his dick. It refused to shift.
He was quite impressed with how he pretty he looked.
Unfortunately Tonks had walked in on a nude futa-female-Harry checking out his nude body, and instead of the sparring match she had walked in prepared for, she had sucked Harry's cock, apparantly very aroused by sucking a womans penis, and gleefully fell to her back when pushed and sucked Harry's breasts as he fucked her.
When Tonks came, Harry could have sworn he saw little sparks of electricty dancing at her finger tips.
But was so engrossed in the moment that he didn't think twice of it.
So Harry spent his time wisely. Lily both loved and hated when Daphne would come over to visit as she had to pretend to be Harry's mother, which is something she didn't really feel anymore. She cared for him as a mother should, but she belonged to Harry. And so didn't feel right trying to tell him to do anything, even if as an act.
When Harry did see Neville, the Chosen One couldn't stop talking about Amelie and how the two have been corresponding over the winter break.
Harry kept his opinions to himself, but he really hoped that Neville would get laid.
The Boy-Who-Lived needed to be the Boy-Who-Had-Fucked.
And the time to return to Hogwarts came around quickly.
The train back to Hogwarts went smoothly, in this world, it continued that Harry Potter, despite being a champion, was mostly unseen. But he was pleasantly surprised when Neville, Hermione, Daphne, and Daphne's best friend, Tracey joined their compartment.
The first few days Harry had spent allowing himself to fall back into a typical school day. But he had begun using his invisibility cloak to check out the library at night, and when Daphne realised what he was doing, she berated him, telling him that they were supposed to be researching mage magic together. She particularly didn't like that Fleur Delacour had shown her face in the library more and more often as the days passed.
Almost two weeks since being back, Harry had been in the library during lunch, researching a powerful mage named Emrys when Fleur had sat down next to him with a flowery journal in her hand with a sigh. He asked her what was wrong.
"Madame Maxime has made it her duty in life to fill my brain with useless knowledge!" she cried as she swung her hands around her. "I do not care for something called ze bubblehead charm!" she cried. Her French accent, which was usually almost unnoticeable came out with a vengeance.
Harry had smiled to himself as he gave her stroked her back reassuringly once she had rested her head on the table.
He was about to offer words of reassurance when the bushy-haired figure of Hermione approached his table.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Have you... have you figured out the egg yet?" She asked, her voice quiet as she eyed Fleur's stiffened form.
Harry shook his head, he remembered what the trial demanded of him, so he never really found the need to figure it out this time round, but he didn't want to reveal that.
Hermione nodded, "miss Delacour?"
Fleur groaned without raising her head.
"Thought so. Neville heard from one of the prefects that a Slytherin had said that Krum's figured out the secret."
"How?!" Fleur asked, whipping her head up, staring at Hermione with wide eyes.
"The... advice Neville got was... the prefects bathroom is not a bad place to bathe with the egg." Hermione's cheeks blushed. "That is all I know."
She nodded and left the two.
Once Hermione was out of sight, Fleur turned to Harry.
"Where is zis prefects bathroom?"
"I could show you," Harry offered.
Fleur's eyes widened as she looked to each of his eyes, then to his lips and then smirked.
"zat would be agreeable," she then stood. "this evening?"
Harry nodded, "I will meet you outside the library, make sure to bring a swimming costume," Harry offered.
Fleur looked surprised, "Do you not bathe naked 'ere?"
Harry shook his head, "we do, but if we are to be together, I'd rather allow you to protect your modesty."
Fleur paused for a moment then smiled appreciatively at him.
"Most people would have taken advantage of such a situation, 'Arry," she leaned in, "And I would have let you." Harry felt her lips quickly graze his cheek as as she moved back, "thank you."
And with that she left.
Harry made no comment to anyone about his and Fleur's plan. He had been attending lessons this half of Christmas, and so enjoyed sitting next to Neville (who also attended lessons) as they practised the charm that McGonagall had put before them today.
Harry had gone for a run the period after, before heading to his room and getting his swimming trunks out, when he spotted his second invisibility cloak in the trunk. He kept his original one in the necklace around his neck, but felt that this one was somehow different, trying to sense its magic.
He stuffed it back into his trunk and left to meet Fleur.
The two stepped into the bathroom, and took in its pristine white marble stone walls, ceilings and floor, the circular bathtub that seemed roughly ten foot deep, with sparkling water spouts at one end. There were two exits parallel to each other which led to small square spaces for the two to get changed.
Harry gave Fleur a moment of privacy as he got changed in his own space. Once they both returned from their respective changing spots, Harry looked at Fleur who had managed to get her hands on a swimming top (which was slightly ripped) and a pair of black shorts. Her hair was up in some kind of braid which made the top of her head look like a crown.
Harry began turning the spouts as Fleur disappeared into one of the changing areas. Once Harry was satisfied with the temperature of the water, he locked the door and went into his own changing area, where he stripped down and pulled on his trunks, picked up the golden egg and reentered the bathroom, where he saw the beautiful buxom yet lithe form of Fleur in a light blue bikini step into the room, holding her egg against her bosom.
She took in Harry's chiselled form, her eyes lingering on the v shape of his lower abdomen.
"The water looks lovely," she commented, tearing her eyes from him to the circular pool of water that now steamed beside them.
Harry nodded, "shall we?"
Fleur nodded and the two lowered themselves into the water, Fleur winced slightly, pulling her foot back when her foot touched the water. "it is 'ot, non?"
There it was again, her thicker accent.
"Then let us cool it down," he answered as he waded through the bath to the tap and turned the water cold. A moment later he invited her in and she joined him in the water. Harry's gaze was glued to her retrousse breasts as they jiggled with each step.
The two sat on the bench that lined the inside of the bathtub as they asked eachother about their christmas breaks. Fleur revealed that she had been asked to visit home multiple times, but had refused, admitting that she did not wish to return until a champion had been named. Her younger sister, Gabrielle had returned home, and brought back gifts from home. Fleur had commented on how much older Gabrielle seemed to be getting now.
"Another year and the Faerie Law will take my little sister from looking like a twelve year-old into that of a sixteen year old. Veela, we are affected ten times more than the regular witch. Our tits come in a lot earlier, our flowers ready to be bloomed... it is... wonderful... but sometimes painful... to be so young yet receive such... lecherous looks from wizards."
Harry groaned his response, "I can imagine. I am sorry that you have dealt with that, and, I apologise for being one of those that have given you such looks."
Fleur gave him an amused look, "and am I to apologise for giving you similar looks?" she asked.
Harry paused.
"Sorry?" He asked.
"Please, 'Arry, are you saying you have not noticed?"
She slinked closer to him, her exposed thigh brushing against his. The skin contact causing a stir within Harry, his magic quickly thrumming to the surface.
Fuck! he mentally cursed. Not now! She... she's just infactuated, I can't... I can't explain away an erection in here!
Fleur raised and arm, trailing a finger along his broad shoulder.
"I've had my eye on you for some months now 'Arry. Ever since the Quidditch World Cup. I 'eard what you had done there. I was excited to meet you when I got to 'Ogwarts... and since laying eyes on you... I 'ave noticed you change. Your body, it has become more... manly," she whispered as her hand lowered to his chest as she moved to pressed her breasts into his arm. "I have to admit, 'Arry, that I 'ave spent many a night thinking of you."
That was all Harry needed to hear.
He turned his head and captured her lips in his own. Her hands snaked around his neck as she moved to sit on his lap, his hardness pressing into her clothed core.
Fleur's moans were muffled by Harry's lips as he continued to kiss her. Her hands roamed over his chiseled chest. She could feel the urgency in his touch, and she matched it with her own.
As his hands trailed down to her hips, she shifted on his lap, giving him better access. She felt him grow harder beneath her and a quiet moan escaped her lips.
Without any effort, Harry lifted her slightly off of him, his strong arms holding her up effortlessly. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I want to see you," he said breathlessly.
Fleur smiled and nodded in agreement. In one swift motion, Harry slipped off her bikini top, revealing her perfectly perky retrousse breasts. He leaned forward and took a blush pink nipple into his mouth while he massaged the other with his hand.
Fleur gasped at the feeling of his warm mouth on her sensitive skin. She arched her back and let out a loud moan as he switched between breasts.
As Harry continued to lavish attention on Fleur's chest, she ground down onto him harder, feeling herself getting closer to orgasm with each grind. She could feel Harry growing more aroused beneath her and it only turned her on further. His magic rolled out of him, causing the water to bubble from its magical boiling. Sweat slickened Fleur's forehead and caused Harry's hair to become matted against his skin as Fleur held his head at her breast. As he felt his magic reach out, he felt something cooler, but still hot touch his magic, the two interlacing. This magic was a bright swirl of pink and blue, that almost hummed as Harry's touched it. He imagined his pool of magic, and allowed some of his golden liquid to flow through where the magic touched and flow into the blue-pink swirl. He felt Fleur tense against him as with a final grind and a loud scream of pleasure, Fleur climaxed against Harry's body. He held onto her tightly as she rode out her orgasm, pressing kisses along her neck as she did.
When she finally calmed down, Fleur laid against Harry's chest, both of them breathing heavily from their intense make out session. He wrapped his arms around her protectively as they caught their breaths.
"That was... wow, 'Arry," Fleur said with a small laugh.
"Yeah," Harry agreed with a chuckle of his own. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Fleur lifted her head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Her beautiful blue iris' gazing into his own. She leaned down and gave him a delicate peck on the lips.
"Thank you, 'Arry,' she whispered. "You don't know 'ow much I needed that."
"I think I did too," he chuckled and helped her off him, the two trying to ignore the sight of her juices and his precum swirling around in the tub around them. Fleur stretched to pick up her bikini top and carefully tied it back, when Harry gave her a look she shrugged.
"If I wish for them to stay perky, they require the right support," Harry chuckled at that.
"Can I ask... your accent-?"
Fleur shook her head.
"Papa taught me how to conceal my accent when speaking in English as to ensure the argument of miscommunication could not be used... but it slips when I am excited, scared, 'orny," she gave Harry a saucy wink.
"Well, I find it quite hot when you call me 'arry," he commented.
Fleur smiled, "noted."
The two then laughed off the situation, not speaking about it as they each picked up their eggs.
"So... what do we do?" Fleur asked.
"I believe... we put the eggs in the water, and... it reveals itself to us?" Harry offered.
Fleur looked to the eggs then the water and nodded, "Togezer zen?" she asked, her accent thicker than ever.
Harry nodded, and the two lowered themselves below into the bathwater.
Their eyes widened as the eggs seemed to become translucent as bubbles danced inside, and a beautiful voice began to sing to the pair.
Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
An hour long you'll have to look,
To recover what we took.
An hour long you have to look
To recover what we took
Your time's half gone so tarry not
Lest what you seek stays here to rot.
When the two came back up for air, they stared at each other, "zey are going to take what we value most?" Fleur asked, her face paling.
"But how will they know what we value?" Harry asked.
Fleur looked to the egg and back to Harry, her mind racing with possibilities.
"The bubblehead charm. I should have known it was a hint," Fleur whispered. "The second task will be underwater."