Chapter 21: Christmas MeetingsSummary:Christmas morning dawns and Cammi meets a certain flower...
Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextThis year's Christmas Morning was unlike any other that Harry had experienced in his young adult life. For starters, he wasn't rudely awakened by the sound of his uncle's meaty fist banging on his bedroom door demanding he get downstairs to make breakfast. Instead, Harry was slowly roused from sleep with the feeling of two warm and wonderfully soft bodies wrapped around him.
On his left, Hermione's small breaths of slumber tickled his ear. Her usual bushy hair was a wild mess, tousled from their long night of vigorous lovemaking. It was splayed out on the pillow around her, the sunlight streaming in from Cammi's balcony door made her brown honey-brown locks glow like an ethereal halo. Part of the blanket had shifted down in the middle of the night, revealing Hermione's petite breasts, marred by the occasional hickey from Harry's mouth. It was a truly breathtaking sight, as too was the one that greeted him on his right.
Cammi's hair was much more tame, though that was in part due to the older woman always insisting on sleeping with it tied up in a bun with her favourite deep purple scrunchie. She was no less beautiful though. Her heart-shaped face was relaxed and peaceful, her usual smirk replaced by a small smile of relaxation as she dozed on. She had completely kicked the blanket off in the middle of the night and now lay pressed into Harry's side with her soft breasts squeezed against his arm and his hand trapped between her warm thighs.
He could just faintly feel the heat of her womanhood radiating from her core. If he moved even the slightest bit, he could perhaps drift his fingers across her slit. It would no doubt rouse the vixen from her slumber; it was usually how their mornings together were spent after all.
No matter how long or hard they had fucked the previous night, one of them would usually wake in the morning still hungry for another.
Harry could recall a fair few dawns where he was awoken by the feeling of Cammi's hot, velvety mouth wrapped around his cock. He would return the favour as well just as often. All it took was the slightest touch against her pussy, and Cammi would whimper, spreading her legs for him in her sleep so he could feast on her quim. More often than not, these gentle proddings from sleep ended much the same as their usual romps, with the pair of them panting and sweating through the afterglow of a shared orgasm as their combined fluids soaked into the mattress below.
This morning, however, was different, and though he had just spent an amazing night with two women he loved, he wasn't quite sure how much Hermione would appreciate being woken up by him and Cammi going at it once more.
That decision was apparently not his to make as Cammi shifted beside him with a small moan. She was slowly beginning to wake, as evidenced by the way her hand unconsciously drifted down towards his cock. Harry did his best to suppress the small groan of pleasure as the raven-haired vixen began to slowly stroke him to full mast. Her movements were clumsy and laboured at first due to her half-asleep state, but soon enough she was languishly pumping his cock with practised skill. Harry couldn't contain his moan then. Her expertise over his body was far too much for even his iron-clad will to handle. Almost instantly, his eyes locked onto her dark onyx ones. They were still only half-open, showing that even then Cammi had not yet roused from sleep. It was enough, though, and with a tug of his cock Harry felt himself follow along to her silent instruction.
Her legs spread readily for him. Guided by her hand, Harry pushed himself inside her fiery hot core in a single stroke. Her slippery wetness made the move easy and effortless. Their bodies were tuned to each other in that way, always ready to accept the other in a moment's notice. As Harry bottomed out inside her, they both let out quiet, satisfied moans. Cammi wrapped her arms around his neck, followed by her legs around his waist as they simply lay there for a few moments and enjoyed the feeling of each other's sex.
Eventually, the urge for more soon drew the two to move. Cammi's lips found his just as Harry began to slowly roll his hips. Their twin gasps were muffled by their tongues joining together in a heated embrace. Every pitch of his hips forward drove another whimper of pleasure from Cammi's lips. Harry drank up every single one, instinctually moving faster, harder- thrusting deeper into the tattooed goddess's dripping cunt. With every thrust, Cammi's pussy grew tighter around him. Her gasps grew more frequent and soft moans turned deep and husky.
"Please~" Was all she said, and Harry couldn't help but give her what she wanted.
Harry groaned into her ear, sheathing his cock as deep as possible inside her convulsing core and releasing his thick creamy seed into Cammi's womb.
Cammi mewled happily as her own climax ran its course. Soon enough, they were both panting from their exertion, foreheads pressed together as their hormones slowly cooled in their veins.
Cammi tilted her head up and captured his lips in a sensual kiss.
"Happy Christmas," Cammi breathed with a smile, eyes twinkling in happiness.
"Happy Christmas, love," Harry smiled back. He placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose, earning a giggle from the older woman in response.
Their normal morning routine was broken up by a small groan emanating from the other occupant in their bed. Hermione shifted, pulling the blanket back over her form before cracking one tired brown eye open in their direction. The brunette studied them, taking Cammi's spread legs and Harry's hips pressed between them.
"You two are far too lecherous for your own good, you know this, right?" the bookworm muttered sleepily.
Harry let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and laughed. "Happy Christmas to you too, Mione."
Hermione hummed and sat up with a yawn. Harry watched as she stretched her arms over her head, the action causing her perky breasts to be pushed out enticingly. Mesmerised by the sight, his body responded in kind, his cock rehardening in moments inside Cammi's cum filled snatch.
The raven-haired woman snorted and gave his shoulder a pat. "Down boy, I need to get ready if we're still planning on stopping by my parents' place before heading to the Weasley's."
Harry grumbled but pulled away from her. Cammi flashed him a smirk before rolling off the bed and stretching herself, the action causing her breasts and bum to jiggle enticingly. Sighing, the tattooed seductress swiped a finger between her legs and inspected the now cum-covered digit appraisingly.
"Yeah, definitely need a shower. You two are welcome to join me…" She trailed off, smirking as she spotted the way Hermione gazed longingly at his stiffened cock. "After you're done, of course. Have fun~!"
With that, Cammi all but skipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a 'click'. The sound of the shower turning on moments later was the only break in the silence that followed.
Harry looked over at Hermione with an eyebrow raised in question. In response, his friend rolled her eyes with an exasperated smile and threw off the rest of the blanket that was pooled around her waist, revealing the soft reddish pink of her spread slit.
Soon enough, Cammi's messy bedroom was filled with more soft moans and the light slapping of flesh as Christmas morning dawned.
Stopping by her parents' place had been easy enough. Though it was the first time either her mum or dad had met Harry, her boyfriend's natural charm had easily won them over within moments. For all he pretended to be awkward and quiet, Cammi had learned pretty early on in their relationship that Harry had this natural sort of aura that just drew people in. When she first learned of magic, she had thought perhaps that aura was actually a spell of some sort he was using on those around him, but she quickly shot that ridiculous notion down. There was nothing magical about it. Watching her retired construction worker dad laugh at something Harry said, she knew the truth. Her dad wasn't a man to be won over with polite words or friendly conversation. Many times he'd used his opposing bulky form to intimidate one of Cammi's old ex-boyfriends. In his eyes, there wasn't a single man on the planet who was good enough for his little girl…and yet that very same man was now conversing happily with Harry. Her boyfriend was just naturally charismatic. One couldn't help but be drawn to him,
Cammi smiled as her dad clapped a burly hand on her boyfriend's back. Harry caught himself before he could stumble from the blow, causing Cammi to just smile and shake her head.
"Well, now that's a surprising sight!"
Cammi turned as her mum approached, two glasses of rosé in hand.
"What is? Dad getting along with a bloke I brought home or the fact that for once said bloke isn't some punk-rock loser with more piercings than brains?" Cammi muttered, taking the offered wine flute.
Her mother hummed, flicking a lock of her own raven-black hair over her shoulder before speaking. "A little of column A, a little of B. Though I do believe you have no room to criticise when it comes to piercings, Camilla." Her mother said with a pointed look towards her bottom lip piercing.
Cammi snorted and drained half her glass of rosé in one go. "Fair enough. I expected Dad to interrogate Harry, but I didn't expect this." She shook her head with an exaggerated sigh. "It's really hurting my whole rebellious daughter image."
Her mother chuckled. "Please, Camilla, getting a few tattoos and dating the occasional guitarist is hardly rebellious. Though I will say I'm glad your tastes in men have matured in the last year…even if he is a bit too young for you."
Cammi ignored that last bit. It was on par for her mother to always find something to critique, but if Harry's age was the only thing the woman could find fault over, then it hardly mattered now, did it not? Instead, she turned away from where her dad and beau were speaking and looked around for their other guest.
"Speaking of interrogations, you didn't run Hermione off after yours, now did you?" She asked her mother with a raised brow.
"Oh have a little faith, Camilla," her mum sighed. "Your friend is in the ladies' room. Though now that you mention her, I do find it most odd that after ignoring us for the better part of a year, you bring not only a new boyfriend but another woman home to meet us as well." Her mother's eyes pierced her with a knowing look. "I do hope you are taking the proper precautions, right sweetie?"
Cammi groaned and downed the rest of her drink. "I am so NOT answering that."
Her mum rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Just like your father, head always right to the gutter. I did not mean sexual precautions, dear, but emotional ones," her mother sighed, gesturing to the small wet bar nestled in the living room corner. Cammi allowed herself to be led further away from where Harry and her father could potentially overhear before her mother continued. "I am not prude enough to dismiss polyamorous relationships like many others, sweetie, but you know as well as I the reason why many never work out."
Cammi bit her tongue. Her mother did have a point. From her perspective, her relationship with Harry and Hermione was no different from any other poly relationship. Of course, that was not the reality of what she had with Harry, but she couldn't exactly explain the whole story to her mother now, could she? Not without revealing the whole 'secret magic world' thing and betraying the trust Harry gave her. Instead, Cammi sighed and reached forward to place a hand over her mother's.
"I know Mum. Really. And I appreciate you worrying for me, but Harry and I—it's just different for us. I can't exactly explain it, not right now at least, but can you trust me when I say that I'm happy? Happier than I've been in a long time Mum."
Her mother bit her lip but eventually smiled. "There's no doubt in my mind about that sweetie. I don't believe I've ever seen you look at someone the way you look at Harry. And Harry…well- he looks at you like you've hung the very moon and stars. I don't think there's a thing you could ask for that he wouldn't do for you. All I ask is that you be careful, dear. I'd hate for you to have your heart broken."
Cammi pursed her lips and looked back at Harry, her mind going back to what Tonks told her of Voldemort and the prophecy that tied him to Harry. That familiar feeling of dread pooled in her stomach, and she turned back to pour herself another drink.
"Me too mum. Me too," she sighed. "I'll be careful, promise."
"Good. Now tell me when I can finally expect grandchildren."
"MUM!"
After leaving her parents' home, the trio quickly travelled to the Weasley abode outside of Ottery St. Catchpole. Cammi was proud to admit she only dry heaved once after being magically teleported across the country. It meant she was improving!
"That cannot be structurally sound," Cammi blanched as she caught her first glimpse of the burrow.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Harry laughed beside her. Cammi allowed herself to be pulled along the dirt path towards the, quite frankly, rickety-looking home. The sound of laughter and merriment filtered out from the open windows, and in the waning dusk, Cammi could just barely make out a few shadowy figures moving within.
"If it becomes too much, I can lead you up to Ginny's room for some privacy if it would help?" Hermione said, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
Before she could answer, however, the front door was suddenly swung open and she was forced to duck as something large and cackling like a madman went zooming past her head.
"Well, I guess that means Ron got my gift," Harry breathed as he helped her back to her feet.
Cammi tracked his gaze to where there was now a red-haired bloke zipping through the air on top of what appeared to be a bloody broom of all things. Right…she forgot they had a whole sport where they rode flying brooms. Magic truly was ridiculous.
"He's never going to shut up about this, you know." Hermione sighed.
Harry shrugged, not bothering to reply as he watched his friend speed past them yet again atop his new broom. The redhead must've finally spotted them as he landed a few metres away with his hair sticking on end from the wind and an ecstatic grin on his face.
"Harry! You made it!" Ron shouted. He quickly bounded over, sweeping his friend in a giant hug.
Harry laughed at the boy's enthusiasm and patted him on the back. "Happy Christmas!"
Ron released him and gave him a light slug on the shoulder. "And Happy bloody Christmas to you mate! Thanks for the broom! It's wicked!"
"You deserve it, mate, after all the hard work you've put in as keeper." Harry smiled and rubbed his neck sheepishly. "I know it's no Firebolt but—"
"Are you kidding?!" Ron exclaimed, holding his broom out like he was presenting his firstborn child. The words Nimbus 2005 were emblazoned in gold along the sleek black handle. "It's perfect mate! You can keep your shoddy Firebolt, I'm gonna kick some serious arse in the House Finals with this!"
Harry laughed and clapped his friend on the back. "I know you will mate. By the way, I'd like you to meet someone—" Cammi shifted as Harry turned her way. "This is my girlfriend Cammi. Cams, this is my best mate, Ron Weasley."
Ron did a double-take the second he spotted her. For a split second, his eyes began to dip down to the curvier parts of her figure before he seemingly remembered that oogling your best mate's girlfriend's tits was considered impolite. Especially after said best mate spent thousands of galleons on a new broom for you. Still, Cammi wouldn't let the little slip-up slide that easily as she shot the ginger boy a raised brow. Ron had the decency to blush in embarrassment at being caught and coughed into his fist.
"Ahem. Nice to, uh, meet y-you miss— I mean–uhm–ma'am?"
Cammi stared the redhead down for another beat or two before her face broke out into a wide grin. With a snort, the raven-haired woman waved the younger boy off. "Just Cammi is fine, thanks. Good to meet you as well. Harry's told me loads about you."
This seemed to only make Ron blush even harder as he groaned audibly. "He told you about the spiders, didn't he?"
Before she could answer, a familiar voice suddenly broke through their introduction.
"Oi! Ronald! Your mom said to get your arse off that broom and get inside before she—Oh!" Tonks halted as she spotted her, Harry, and Hermione, before a wide grin broke out across the metamorph's face. "Well, it's about bloody time! What are you lot standing out here for?! Come in!"
Tonks pulled each of them into a fierce hug. Her embrace with her and Harry lasted just a bit longer than the one with Hermione and, if Cammi wasn't mistaken, she was pretty sure she felt the pink-haired minx pinch her arse.
What followed next was, without a doubt, the most confusing set of introductions she'd ever been through. She lost count of the Weasleys after the fifth or sixth red-haired individual shook her hand. Frankly, the only ones she could even remember were the set of twins who apparently were business partners of Harry's or something like that? She had no clue. All she knew was that the one on the right kept whispering something to the one on the left before both their faces would break out into mischievous grins that had Cammi's fight or flight senses set to high alert. They were trouble, that much was painfully obvious.
The only other whose name she could remember was the eldest Bill, and that was only because of his kinda sorta date he brought along.
Cammi had just been patiently trying to explain to the Weasley patriarch—Arthur, she recalled—that, no, Muggles in fact did not trap tiny men in boxes to perform stage plays and read the news, and that it was instead a thing called television, when she was suddenly pulled from the conversation by Harry's voice.
"Cammi! Come over here! There's someone I want you to meet!"
Cammi waved to her boyfriend and gave the older man an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'll come back to finish our talk in just a mo'."
Arthur waved her off with a chuckle. "No worries, take your time, dear! You've given me quite a lot to research later!"
Cammi smiled and said a quick farewell before making her way to her boyfriend. She was barely three steps away when it hit her. At first, it was subtle, like a gentle breeze in the air carrying the sweet scent of vanilla and magnolia blossoms. Then it slammed into her like a hurricane, clouding her mind with such sweet, beautiful music—the sound of an angel's voice she realised. Cammi struggled to gulp down much-needed air as she snapped her gaze to the source of this overwhelming feeling. Her eyes found it easily, widening in awe as she gazed upon the very epitome of beauty itself. She could already feel her body's response to this goddess's presence. Her pussy wept with arousal, soaking her knickers through in moments while her nipples poked uncomfortably against the fabric of her bra.
"-ear me? Cammi?"
Just like that, whatever trace she'd been in ended as she was forcibly brought back to the dizzyingly empty feeling of reality. The world spun for a moment, and Cammi found herself stumbling into Harry's arms as she cradled her head.
"What the hell was that?" she croaked, the leftover buzzing in her head making her feel itchy and discombobulated.
"I apologise, Mademoiselle Edwards," A French-accented voice spoke. The sound brought another round of euphoria to every one of her senses, but at a much more manageable level this time. Cammi looked up towards the source of the voice, finding the same platinum blonde bombshell she had spotted moments earlier. The ethereal beauty smiled at her, the simple action causing Cammi's heart to flutter momentarily before she continued. "I did not realise you were a Muggle. My allure can be far more intense for those without magic, even the small amount that I let slip out."
"I see…?" she replied, not at all understanding whatever the hell this siren of a woman was saying. "Apology accepted, I guess….I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
The blonde witch opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, the red-haired man beside her stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"This beautiful work of art is Miss Fleur Delacour, my d—"
"Coworker!" Fleur interrupted with a strained smile. "William and I both work for the goblins at Gringotts. 'E was polite enough to invite me to 'is home for les vacances."
Cammi smiled politely but looked between the two with suspicion. Bill clearly thought there was more going on between him and Fleur than reality. The discomfort on the French woman's face was evidence enough that she had accepted the man's invitation more out of kindness than any real attraction. Bill couldn't take a hint, though.
Well, that just wouldn't do.
Turning to Fleur, Cammi smiled and opened her mouth to speak.
"Tu veux un coup de main pour t'éloigner de ton collègue/ton rencard?"
Harry looked at her in surprise. Fleur blinked equally as stunned. And Bill—Well, Bill was already a little drunk and confused to begin with, so his bewilderment was expected, really.
Fleur seemed to recover first out of the three as she allowed herself a small grin and nodded.
"Oui. I'd like that."
Cammi shot the blonde a wink and turned to her boyfriend. "Fleur and I are gonna have a little girl talk. You two boys catch up. Ta!"
Before either could speak, Cammi grabbed Fleur by the hand and pulled her away. It was somewhat difficult to find a quiet corner in the bustling house, but they managed. Sitting in a pair of armchairs nestled next to the Christmas tree, the pair of women burst out into a fit of giggles.
"Poor Bill looked like a kicked puppy when you called him just a coworker," Cammi chuckled in slightly rusty French.
"Indeed," Fleur replied. "He is a nice man, truth be told, but…"
"Not your type of man," Cammi finished for her.
Fleur nodded with a sheepish smile. "It is not his fault. I'm sure there are many girls out there who would find him thrilling. Charging into cursed Egyptian tombs certainly sounds dashing on paper. Yet it is not the kind of excitement that I seek."
"Oh? Then what would catch your fancy then?"
Fleur opened her mouth to speak, but surprisingly blushed and clamped it closed. If Cammi were a polite person, she'd probably see that reluctance to share and drop the subject. As it were, Cammi had always been too curious for her own good. It's how she ended up dating a wizard after all.
"C'mon, spill! I NEED to know who could possibly catch your attention. I mean, they'd have to be a bloody god amongst men to have you look at them twice," Cammi pressed. Leaning in closer, she whispered, "Look, I know we just met and all, but I promise I won't tell. It'll stay between us babes."
Fleur giggled, her gorgeous blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "You are very kind. I will tell you, but you must promise not to be upset, yes? I'd hate to lose such a good friend after just meeting her."
Cammi furrowed her brow in confusion but nodded anyway. Scooting closer, she leaned in as the blonde witch licked her lips and spoke. "I am what is known as a Veela. We are magical creatures descended from the long-gone Sirens of myth. For the most part, we are as human as they come, yet there is a part of us that is linked far more closely with the magic of love than any other living being on this planet. You felt part of this magic when we first met."
"Your allure?" Cammi spoke in English.
Fleur nodded. "Yes. I am not a full-blooded Veela, so I can control mine for the most part. Others, like my grandmother, are not so lucky. The pull of their allure is much stronger and is part of the reason we were seen as dark creatures for so many years. Foolish men who could only think with their cock would be enthralled by my people's allure, yet when their advances were rebuffed, they'd scurry back to their governments crying about the evil creatures who wounded their poor egos," Fleur spat.
Cammi clicked her tongue in annoyance. She'd known her fair share of blokes who acted much the same, only instead of claiming she was an evil sorceress, they'd usually just lie and claim she was a whore when she wouldn't sleep with them. Pathetic really.
"I digress, though," Fleur continued. "There is a part of our magic that is not as well-known. We are very…passionate creatures. Our bodies are more in tune with our sexual needs, and we are not shy to express this." Fleur smirked. "This is true of our magic as well. It is just as passionate and sensual as our bodies, and because of this, it will even act on its own. Our magic will always try to find the most suitable partner for us."
"What? Like a soul mate?" Cammi asked speculatively.
"No, nothing like that," Fleur laughed. "Think more instinctively. Like how, despite coming to love the little things about Harry, it was his naturally handsome looks that first drew your eye, no?"
Cammi blushed but nodded. She was mature enough to admit she had only meant for things between her and Harry to be a one-night stand and nothing more. She was happy how things had turned out, mind you! But still, she wouldn't lie and say it was love she was looking for in the bar that night.
"Things like looks, physique—these are for the eyes. But magic? Veela magic, most of all? It responds to the things our eyes cannot perceive. I cannot fully explain what it is our magic seeks, but I do know that when it finds them, there are very few forces in this world that could stop our magic from reaching for the one it claimed. It is not a bond, nor anything silly like a soulmate. More of an attraction that our magic can feel."
"And you found one? Or at least, your magic did?"
"Yes," Fleur said, lowering her gaze. "Two years ago, when he rescued my sister from a lake."
Cammi swallowed thickly. She'd heard the story, of course, from both Tonks and, later, Harry himself. Now she understood the blonde's hesitance to share with her this secret. Logically, she knew she should feel jealous. Perhaps even threatened by this…goddess of a woman admitting she had a thing for her boyfriend, but Cammi had thrown logic out the window around the same time her boyfriend had fucking teleported before her eyes. Instead of jealousy, Cammi felt remorse for the other woman. Obviously, there was something that had stopped her from simply claiming Harry two years ago, but for the life of her, Cammi couldn't figure out what.
The raven-haired woman sighed. She reached over and laid one hand over Fleur's. The French witch looked up in surprise, more than likely expecting Cammi to throw an angry fit, not comfort.
"I'm not angry," Cammi said in English. "Promise. But you're not telling me everything, are you?"
Fleur sighed and shook her head.
"Okay then," Cammi said, sitting up a little straighter. "I'm all ears."
And so Fleur spoke.
Chapter 22: Holiday SpecialSummary:A holiday Special that's a little late for the actual holidays
Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHer talk with Fleur certainly gave Cammi a lot to think about, that much was for sure. After the French witch had finished speaking Cammi had only felt more sympathy for the other woman, even if her situation only made things a hell of a lot more complicated now. Oh well! That was a problem for future Cammi to deal with, she resolved. Right Now Cammi was determined to have a great Christmas with her boyfriend (and friends). As much as she was enjoying herself at the Weasleys', what with the blatant use of magic that at times took her breath away in amazement, she was getting a bit impatient for the 'finale' of the night.
She loathed to take Harry away from here just yet though. Watching him laugh and jape with his friends- family really- warmed her heart considerably. She could control her hormones for a bit longer she supposed…
"Wotcher babe!"
Tonks' voice broke her from her musings. The brightly-haired witch all but flopped onto Cammi's lap, uncaring of anyone else seeing her snuggle up to someone else's date, not that anyone would bat an eye. The metamorph had spent the entire night cosying up to the various women present. Cammi herself had spotted Tonks wrapping her arms around Fleur from behind to whisper naughty things in the blonde's ear. She'd also made a swipe at Hermione's bum every time she passed. The bookworm had long since learned that chastising the mischievous metamorph had no effect, and so would simply huff and pout every time Tonks gave her petite arse a swat. The only woman Tonks hadn't flirted with or practically molested was Mrs Weasley, and Cammi supposed that was fair. She was the only married woman present after all, and groping your host's tits was probably frowned upon even in the magical world.
So instead of worrying about being judged by the other guests, Cammi smiled and wrapped her arms around Tonks' midsection, pulling her friend flush against her chest. They were sitting outside in the garden thankfully, meaning that no one was around to see them. Cammi had snuck out for a quick smoke break, though apparently she hadn't been sneaky enough since Tonks was now firmly planted in her lap.
"Hey there Cherry Blossom," Cammi said teasingly, turning her head to the side to blow out a breath of smoke. "Get bored of flirting with your moustached bloke already?"
Said moustached bloke was an older gentleman who'd shown up sometime after her, Harry and Hermione. Cammi had been a bit worried for his health when she first spotted him, haggard with tattered robes and a whole basket full of scars covering his face. It wasn't until Harry had introduced him as his uncle-by-choice that Cammi understood he was the said uncle with the 'furry little problem'.
"Who? Remus?" Tonks asked. She shifted in Cammi's arms, reaching into her coat pocket to retrieve her own carton of cigarettes. Cammi offered her a lighter, but the witch turned it down, instead lighting the end of her smoke with a click of her fingers. "Nah, wasn't flirting," Tonks explained after taking a small drag. "I used to have a thing for him a while ago but…eh, let's just say our tastes were just a bit too different to have worked out, yeah?"
Cammi nodded in understanding. More than likely Remus was against being in a relationship due to his affliction. Tonks wouldn't have cared. She knew the energetic auror well enough to know that she wouldn't discriminate against something Remus couldn't control, but what the pink-haired witch couldn't stand was people making excuses. Oh well—Remus's loss was her gain.
Cammi herself had been a bit watchful of Remus since they were introduced. The thought of being in the same room as a werewolf both unnerved her and made her giddy with childish excitement. An actual freaking Werewolf? How cool was that?! She had a friend or two back in London who would just love to be in her position, but that was more because they were big fans of those smutty monster romance books.
"Goodie," Cammi hummed, snuffing out her cigarette butt. Deciding to change the subject from Remus to what her mind really wanted to ponder, she wrapped her arms tighter around Tonks' midriff. "More for me~"
Tonks shivered ever so slightly at the way the words purred out from Cammi's lips. Cammi smirked and leaned in closer till her breath tickled the metamorph's pierced ear.
"You are still coming tonight, right? I've been oh-so looking forward to having you in my bed again," she whispered as she snuck a hand up to gently caress one of Tonks' wonderfully heavy breasts.
Tonks' breath hitched, her smoke falling to the ground forgotten, and for the first time that night, the metamorph looked around cautiously for any witnesses. Seeing none in the garden with them, the auror leaned into Cammi's touch, moaning ever-so-slightly as the raven-haired woman's hand sunk into her plush chest.
"You just want to watch me fuck your boyfriend is all," Tonks replied with a whimper. "You're a notorious cuckquean, Cams."
Cammi hummed and dipped down to drag her teeth across the sensitive part of Tonks' neck. The metamorph gasped before quickly clamping her mouth shut to control her sudden outburst. Cammi smirked and gave her tit another squeeze.
"So what if I am? Are you really gonna sit here and tell me you haven't been wanting to fuck my boyfriend? I've bet you've played with yourself every night since that day at the inn, fantasizing about taking Harry's big cock deep inside your pussy." Her other hand slipped beneath the waistband of Tonks' pants. The near-instant wetness that coated her fingers as she brushed them along the woman's bare slit made Cammi almost lightheaded with giddiness.
"Fuck yesss~" Tonks hissed. "I replay the memory of him fucking you almost every ni—gyah!"
Somehow Cammi just knew she didn't mean 'replay' the memory like in her head. It wouldn't surprise her if Tonks had some sort of magical means to physically relive her own memories. Cammi made a note to ask the buxom witch about that later. She loved the idea of watching some of Harry's memories of him fucking some of the cute babes he told her about over the last couple days. The young ginger girl she met earlier, Ginny as she recalled, sounded like she was a wildcat in bed according to what Harry told her. The other broom rider, Katie, as well.
"Good," Cammi giggled before she suddenly pulled her hand free from Tonks' folds, much to the pink-haired woman's disappointment. "Then I'll see you later tonight babe~"
Tonks huffed in annoyance as Cammi pushed her off and stood. The raven-haired vixen shot her a wink before walking back inside to speak with her boyfriend.
It was time for presents after all.
Convincing Harry to leave the Weasleys had been surprisingly easy. Actually leaving had taken a bit longer, but that was more because there were simply so many people to say farewell and Happy Christmas to. Cammi had lost count after the 5th or 6th goodbye hug she'd been swept into, though Mrs Weasley had ensured her hug was the most…memorable of them all.
Seriously, did that woman have bloody super strength? Cammi swore her ribs had cracked when the redheaded matriarch had embraced her!
Finally though, with a promise to Arthur to write him with more facts about muggle inventions and a subtle wink in Tonks' direction, she, Harry, and Hermione absconded from the party back to her apartment.
The apparition trip was less strenuous on her stomach this go around and Cammi mentally applauded herself for managing to fight off the nausea so fast. They had landed in the middle of her flat. The soft glow of her Christmas tree tucked away in the corner was the only source of light in the room…or at least it should have been.
"Oh…" Cammi breathed as she turned to spot the trail of roses and floating candles leading into her bedroom. Two arms wrapped themselves around her waist as Harry's breath tickled her ear.
"I know this was supposed to be my gift and all, but Tonks and I thought that you deserved a bit of a surprise as well."
"H–How?" Cammi stammered as Harry's hands trailed up her body. Gooseflesh appeared under her clothes wherever he touched, her body already responding to his devilish hands.
"Hermione helped," Harry chuckled.
Cammi turned to the aforementioned girl with a look of wonder. Hermione smiled back, sauntering up towards her sexily in a way that was so uncharacteristic of the younger girl.
"It was easy, really," Hermione hummed, toying with the zipper of Cammi's leather jacket. "A few time-delayed charms here. One or two enchantments there and well…"
Cammi gasped as the brunette sudden unzipped her jacket in a single tug. Yet instead of just revealing her t-shirt beneath, her entire upper chest was exposed as her jacket, shirt, and bra vanished into thin air. Hermione bit her lip approvingly as her large creamy white tits bounced free, unhindered by their clothed prison.
"That one was all me just so you know," A new voice spoke up.
Cammi snapped her head up to meet Tonks' smirking face from where the witch leaned against her bedroom door.
"Placed it when we were cuddling in the garden," The metamorph explained. "Someone was a bit too distracted to notice."
Cammi blushed in embarrassment at failing to identify magic that close to her after weeks of training. Her embarrassment was short-lived, however, as Harry suddenly brought his hands up to pinch both of her pierced nipples. She half gasped/half moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she reached up to pull his face down into a steamy wet kiss. Cammi whimpered against her boyfriend's mouth, well aware of another pair of hands descending to unbutton her jeans.
Just like her jacket, the moment the zipper of her pants was pulled down, her jeans and knickers suddenly vanished, leaving her completely bare with Harry and Hermione's hands caressing every square inch of her body. She could feel her inner thighs become sticky and moist as arousal sparked to life in her core. Eyes closed as she continued to make out with her boyfriend, Cammi blindly reached out and tugged at the hem of Hermione's sweater. The bookworm giggled but allowed Cammi to do as she pleased.
As her hands wrapped around Hermione's soft, supple mounds, the petite bookworm let out a soft whimper that made Cammi's knees weak with want. Her breath hitched in her chest. God, she needed more. More of Harry touching her. More of Hermione's moans. More of it all. See it, feel it, taste it.
"Bed! Now!" she gasped.
Behind her, Harry looked up towards Tonks with a knowing grin.
"That can be arranged."
Cammi had only a moment to prepare herself before her nude body was suddenly hauled up into Harry's arms bridal style. He carried her forward, through the hall where Tonks stepped aside as her bedroom door opened on its own.
Nothing could have prepared Cammi for what awaited her through that door. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene around her.
Gone was her bedroom as she knew it. Her piles of clothes were nowhere to be seen. The posters and photos that normally decorated the walls were nonexistent. Even her bed, messy and unmade, was absent. Instead, it was as if she stepped through a portal and was transported to a luxury getaway lodge high up in the Swiss Alps.
The room itself was huge, easily double the size of her entire flat. Rich mahogany wood floors met Harry's steps. Tucked away on the far wall was a large Alaskan King-sized bed atop a chiselled black-coloured stone platform. In between the door and the bed stood a large black-leather sectional couch with a stocked wet bar against the wall to the right. To the left was an open balcony with a crackling fire pit on one side and a bubbling hot tub on the other. The balcony itself overlooked a series of sprawling, snow-capped mountains. The view took Cammi's breath away and partly made her wonder if the Swiss Alps comparison wasn't so far off either. "Holy shit." She said eloquently.
"Like it?" Harry asked with a grin.
Cammi laughed in disbelief. She quickly untangled herself from his arms and ran towards the balcony to get a better view. Uncaring of her nakedness, she looked over the side of the balcony and found that they were indeed high up amidst a snowy mountain range. Despite the lack of protection against the outside elements, Cammi was surprised to find she felt no cold lick against her bare skin.
"There's a temperature barrier that extends about three metres out," Hermione explained. "It keeps the room and balcony comfortable while keeping the freezing winds out."
Cammi shook her head in wonder and turned to face the girl. "What the hell is this place?"
"A hotel," Tonks joined in. "A magical one mind you. Wayyy up in the Scandinavian mountains. It's almost bloody impossible to get a room on Christmas butttt…" the metamorph trailed off, looking pointedly towards Harry.
Her boyfriend shrugged. "All I did was call in a favour or two."
"Translation: He used his 'Boy-Who-Lived' fame to get special VIP treatment," Tonks snorted. "Not even your buddy Victor Krum would've been able to pull this off, Wonder Boy." She turned back to Cammi with a smirk. "It was all his idea; even Hermione and I didn't know about it until this morning."
Harry rolled his eyes at Tonks' words and turned back to face Cammi.
"So what do you think, love?" he asked.
Cammi looked around in wonder, her brain desperately working to comprehend it all.
"You did all this for me?" She asked.
Harry nodded with a warm smile.
Cammi looked to Tonks, then Hermione, and finally down at herself, only to realise that she was still starkers atop a magical bloody mountaintop. Looking back up towards Harry, a coy smirk made its way across her lips.
"I think," bhe began stepping slowly towards her boyfriend, her hips swaying enticingly with every footfall, "that you are wearing far too much clothing, Potter."
Like a lioness hunting her prey, she pounced. Harry had been too distracted by her nude body to prepare himself, making it easy for her to all but tackle him onto the overly large bed. Straddling his waist, Cammi made short work of his buttoned shirt. With a yank, the grey material was torn open, revealing his toned, muscled torso hidden beneath. Cammi growled hungrily in the back of her throat and descended, lips latching onto the exposed flesh of his chest. Harry groaned but made no more to stop her as she began to trail kisses down his chest and abs, soon enough reaching the waistband of his slacks.
"I think it's time for your present, mister~" she purred, pressing her face against his tented crotch. His restrained cock jumped at the contact. Cammi smirked and, without looking back, called out over her shoulder. "Don't you think, loves?"
Two separate weights soon joined them on the bed. Cammi didn't even have to look to know that the girls were just as bare as she was now. Undoing the clasp of his pants, Cammi caught the zipper between her teeth and slowly pulled it down. Harry watched with bated breath as ever-so-slowly she fished his hardened cock out. Its meaty weight settled nicely in her hand, giving it a few teasingly pumps, Cammi leaned forward with a wide teasing grin and swiped her tongue along his swollen tip.
Harry's moan of delight was cut off as Hermione's lips found his. The bookworm pushed him flat on his back, pert arse raised high in the air with her puffy pink pussy lips poised right above Cammi's face. The raven-haired vixen smirked, her tongue still working up and down Harry's long shaft as she watched the eager young girl maul her boyfriend's lips. Taking a breath, she pulled herself up and finally took the plunge. His manhood filled her mouth, and Cammi couldn't help but moan muffledly around his girth as the taste of him fully washed over her tongue. God, she loved how his cock tasted! She loved everything about it, really. How hard it was to breathe while she swallowed him down. How it pulsed in jerked inside her when he was getting ready to fill one of her slutty holes with his hot molten cum. Even how it looked inside another woman, stretching them open while they moaned out like cock-drunk little whores from HER lover's dick. Cammi was obsessed, and it seemed like she wasn't the only one.
She moaned as Tonks joined her down below. The metamorph took a moment to give Hermione's bum a soft smack as she passed, earning a squeak of delight from the younger woman. Tonks moved in sync with Cammi, dipping down to latch onto one of Harry's bloated balls while Cammi sucked on his shaft. They could hear as he broke his kiss with Hermione to curse aloud with pleasure. One of his hands found its way into Tonks' bubblegum pink locks. The slutty auror moaned when he tugged roughly on her hair, her tongue rolling out to fully soak every inch of his sack with her saliva in full worship.
Yesssss! Cammi cooed happily in her mind. This! This is what she dreamed about! She shivered at the thick, sexually charged atmosphere that filled the room. This is what she's been envisioning all along! Her and Harry piled together with a whole host of other hot, sexy sluts, taking as much pleasure as they could while enjoying the body of the other at the same time. Her pussy was already soaked, and they had barely gotten started!
She pulled away and let Tonks take over, the magical shapeshifter instantly taking Harry's cock down to the base inside her mouth. Fuck, that was hot!
She climbed up to lie beside her boyfriend, watching with a lazy smile as he sucked on one of Hermione's swollen nipples while the girl played with the other herself.
"Having fun, Hot Stuff?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Harry pulled off Hermione's breast and looked at her with such vitriolic hunger that Cammi couldn't help but gasp in awe. With a growl, she was suddenly pulled onto his chest. Hermione moved over willingly, the bookworm acquiescing her spot to instead run a hand exploringly up and down Cammi's backside.
"You," Harry began, his hands sinking into Cammi's arse. He spread her cheeks apart, the warm air hitting her exposed arsehole, "are the fucking best girlfriend ever."
Cammi giggled and arched her back against his and Hermione's touch. "And don't you ever f—GYAH!"
Tonks, the mischievous minx she was, had seen Cammi's spread arsecheeks as an opportunity. Cammi hadn't been expecting the pink-haired slut to roughly push Harry's spit-soaked cock into her cunt- nor was she expecting Harry's cock to be joined by Tonks' wet tongue as it rimmed her arsehole.
"Oh fuck~" Cammi gasped. She rocked her hips instinctually, practically singing with pleasure as Harry's cock pierced deeper inside her sopping wet folds. Tonks took it in stride, her mouth staying firmly latched onto her crinkled hole as her tongue finally managed to push its way inside.
The position didn't allow for too much movement on her part, but her partner's more than made up for that. As she rocked her hips, Harry matched her tempo by thrusting upwards. Tonks, on the other hand, alternated between burying her face between Cammi's arsecheeks and dipping down to lick Harry's cock as it plunged its way into her cunt.
Cammi cooed in pleasure. Looking up, she smirked as she saw Hermione was once again locked in a fiery kiss with her boyfriend. It was time for the bookworm to join in as well.
"I th-think Harry's mouth is b-better used on your other set of l-lips 'Mione!" Cammi gasped.
Hermione blushed but did as she was told, moving around until she was able to throw one leg over Harry's head. Harry met the bookworm head-on, pulling her down onto his face by her thighs until her cunt sat firmly against his lips. The brunette instantly devolved into a puddle of moans and whimpers. Cammi was acutely aware of how incredible Harry's tongue felt between her folds and knew Hermione was experiencing that very same sensation right now. The bushy-haired witch nearly collapsed forward, only Cammi's arms stopping her from falling fully as their breasts squished together. Cammi didn't even hesitate to capture Hermione's lips with her own. The younger woman happily allowed her to slip her tongue inside in a sloppy wet liplock while they both moaned and panted in pleasure. They stayed like that for some time, the sound of their pussies being used filling the room around them until, finally, screams tore their way through the air.
It was Cammi who peaked first. The twin sensations of Harry's cock and Tonks's tongue were too much, and she came with a devastating cry to the heavens. Hermione followed quickly after, the petite witch cumming much more softly yet no less devastating as she shook and squirted atop Harry's face.
"Fuck!" Cammi gasped, falling to the side. Her pussy convulsed as her climax still worked its way up her spine. Without warning, Tonks appeared above her. The pink-haired minx pushed her twitching legs apart and delved down without a word, tongue bashing against her clit in orgasmic passion.
"Oh fuck! Th-that's cheating y-you bitch!" Cammi moaned. She looked around wildly as her body screamed from overstimulation. Her eyes landed on her boyfriend's still rock-hard cock and an idea formed in her mind. "Y-You wanna play like that?" She gasped. "Fine!" She turned to her boyfriend and gave him a pleading look. "Fuck her, please? Fuck her hard for me…daddy~"
Harry growled and sat up. She watched as he moved around to grab Tonks by her wide, shapely hips. The metamorph whimpered against Cammi's pussy but made no move to pull away. She watched as her boyfriend rested his thick, meaty cock between the other woman's arsecheeks. He rubbed the tip up and down, teasing Tonks' back holes before, suddenly, he rammed his hips forward.
"MORGANA'S FUCKING TITS!" Tonks screamed. The pink-haired vixen collapsed against Cammi's stomach, allowing her the perfect view to see that Harry hadn't pierced the woman's cunt, but had slammed himself as hard as he could inside her tight backdoor.
Cammi smirked as she watched her boyfriend ravage her friend's arsehole. Tonks could do nothing but moan and cry in abject pleasure as her precious most hole was destroyed by Harry's cock.
The night carried on for hours. Tonks' arsehole had claimed the first of Harry's loads. Cammi had been too busy with one hand wrapped around Hermione's throat while the other molested the poor girl's pussy to see it happen. She had only managed to catch the end as Harry pulled his cock free, allowing heavy rivers of cum to seep from the metamorph's gaping arse. After that, it was a whirlwind of the most depraved, kinky fucking Cammi has ever had the pleasure of experiencing. She let herself go fully to the pleasure, letting the three use her as they pleased. Cammi was put through all manner of positions. She was choked from behind as Harry buggered her arse and Hermione furiously rubbed her cunt. She was spat on by Tonks and called a filthy whore as Harry fucked the pink-haired witch from behind. Afterwards, she was pushed on her hands and knees and ordered by the woman to lick her boyfriend's cum from her pussy.
Magic was freely used as well. Tonks ensured to summon all manner of toys to utilise through the night while Hermione wasn't shy of pulling out a plethora of obscure sex spells. Cammi's favourite had been when she was tied up by magical ropes that would pull tighter if she so much as breathed too loudly. Another spell ensured her pussy was ultra-sensitive as well. Harry had enjoyed making her gasp, forcing the ropes to tighten around her arms, legs and throat until she could no longer make a sound even if she wanted to. She had been forced to remain absolutely silent through three separate orgasms as Harry's cock stretched her walls apart.
Harry enjoyed himself as well. Cammi was enthralled by the absolute power he displayed when he fucked the other girls into a screaming mess. When she and Tonks fucked, the latter woman had always been the more dominant one. Tonks enjoyed punishing Cammi—humiliating her until she was freely screaming how much of a dirty slut she was, much to Tonks' amusement. Tonks with Harry, though? The metamorph could barely speak, much less try to take charge of things when Harry was inside her. Her boyfriend didn't hesitate to put Tonks in her place, pushed face first into a mattress while he used her pussy and bum like his own personal cum dumps. Harry took particular joy in filling Tonks with his seed. Perhaps it was because it frustrated Tonks when she couldn't watch him cover the other girls with his sticky white cum, or perhaps it was simply because the metamorph would beg for it nearly every time his cock was hilted inside one of her holes. Either way, Cammi loved it as well.
Hermione wasn't forgotten either. She was treated the most gently. When Harry fucked her, it was rhythmic and impactful. He was still fairly rough, though he did not pound into her petite pussy as he did with Cammi or Tonks. Cammi and Tonks didn't mind, though; they even took turns playing with the younger girl, bringing her to cute screaming climaxes multiple times throughout the night. Cammi had to fight the urge to laugh the first time she had spread the bookworm's legs apart to lick Harry's cum from her folds. Hermione had blushed and stammered in protest, but in the end, gave in and allowed Cammi to ravish her cum-soaked pussy.
The last thing Cammi would be able to recall about that night was hours later. She was flat on her stomach, Tonks and Hermione lying in similar positions beside her with their pussies filled with cum. The only difference between them, however, was that the other two were passed out cold and lying still whilst Cammi was wide awake and being jostled back and forth as Harry used her body one final time. She whimpered in pleasure, her throat far too sore from the choking, throat fucking, and screaming to fully moan out as her pussy gushed with her umpteenth orgasm of the night. Her mind was clouded heavily with a fog of pleasure and exhaustion. A tiredness seeped into her bones like no other, yet still, she yearned for Harry to fill her one final time. Something unknown compelled her to have her pussy dripping with his cum, and Cammi was more than happy to listen.
A groan into her ear and a gush of warmth inside her loins was her only warning as she got her wish. Cammi moaned happily, already revelling in the sticky wet feeling between her thighs. Her pussy and arse both throbbed with soreness only brought on by rough use. It was a feeling she had long gotten used to after dating Harry, however, and so she revelled in it all the same as the cum leaked down her leg.
A little later, after Harry had pulled off her, she and the other girls had sleepily rearranged themselves under the covers to sleep, with Cammi snuggled into Harry's side while Tonks spooned her from behind. Hermione lay on Harry's other side, snoring cutely in her sleep.
"Wha'dya think?" Cammi croaked. "Best Christmas ever?"
Harry chuckled tiredly. "Absolutely."
Cammi hummed happily, her mind already drifting away into slumber when a thought popped into her head.
"By the way…how long do we have this room for?" She asked
Harry hummed in thought for a moment before answering. "I believe until the day after New Year's."
".....Harry?"
"Yes, love?"
Cammi responded by diving under the covers and quickly wrapping her mouth around his limp cock. She smiled to herself as he moaned and began to slowly harden between her lips. Soon enough, she was happily bobbing away, sucking her boyfriend's cock to express her gratitude.
This was most certainly her best Christmas ever; that much was for sure…