Chapter 5: Pansy Parkinson
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Pansy Belle Parkinson was not in a good mood, as a matter of fact, she was in a terrible mood. She had just left her common room after an argument with her… betrothed, Draco Malfoy. He had been yammering on about the task given to him by the Dark Lord.
Bragging about how once he was done with his task, the school would be taken and elevated to its glory once again. Normally this would be fine with her, but he just had an arrogant attitude about it that sent her off. So, instead of listening to him brag about how great it was to be in service to the dark lord, she left. She was not really watching where she was going as she turned a corner, and because of that, she bumped into none other than Harry Potter himself. He was not alone though, so she just saw her day getting further mauled by bad events.
"Oy! Watch where you're going, you filthy snake!" said Ronald 'Garbage bin' Weasley. She huffed and was about to snap back when she saw Harry Potter extend his hand to her. Ron, once again, proved he was lacking the brain-to-mouth filter.
"Harry! What are you doin' mate? She's a slimy snake. Probably has her hands coated in poison or something." He grunted indignantly as he watched his 'best mate' help someone from Slytherin's house up to her feet.
"Shut up, Ron. It was an honest mistake, I'm sure." She heard a scoff as Ronald went off in a tirade, grumbling about his 'best mate' being corrupted by a Slytherin. As he was not paying attention in his mini-rant, he did not see Harry lean closer and whisper into her ear. "Normal room, 9 pm. We'll talk then." She nodded and he moved away.
"Have a good day, Ms. Parkinson." She nodded with a curt 'Potter.' and then left. Hearing Harry berate his friend put a small smile on her face, and now she had something to look forward too.
It was 9:15 pm when Pansy showed up in the room that was quickly being claimed by the raven-haired Gryffindor. She closed the door behind her with a huff and a look of sheer exasperation on her face. Harry was sitting on a large, cushy chair, sipping some kind of juice when he noticed her. He glanced at his fancy, hand-wound watch and then at her.
"You're late, Belle." He wasn't upset, he was just making a statement. She nodded and came over to him, a hand held up halting her. "Outer robes and the necklace. You know I prefer the real you." She smiled at him and did as he asked. Taking her outer robes off leaving her in a smart skirt and a school blouse. Her green and silver tie lightly undone before she took off her silver snake necklace. Her squashed, ugly pug face melted away to reveal the young beauty that she was. Her young, budding chest swelling softly as she was relieved at getting out of both stifling garments. With a swish of his wand, the entire room was sealed and secreted. He then gestured for her to come forward and she did just that.
She sat on his lap sideways and they shared a soft kiss. Hand on her cheek before he reached over for a grape from his little snack platter and gave it to her. Smiling and then letting her rest comfortably on his lap.
"What had you in such a tizzy earlier today, and just now it seems?" He asked as he caressed her legs softly, feeding himself and then her a grape every few moments.
"Ugh! My betrothed, that's what. He is… such a ponce. A fop in the highest order. He can't wait to do his 'task for the dark lord'. He'll be revered and Slytherin king once the school is taken." She scoffed, her voice not as harsh and rough as normal, instead it was softer, silkier. "He said he wasn't marked, just like his mother to work as the Dark Lord's spies. Oh, but he assures the older death eater children that he got a job from the dark lord." She grumbled and was surprised when he chuckled softly. Mirth in his voice when he spoke.
"And did he say when he got such a task from old Tommy boy?" She snorted softly, it was a cute sound from her. She always found it amusing that he called the Dark Lord by his name, he had told her the truth after their first little escapade.
"He said he got it at the end of August. He was summoned by the Dark Lord himself." She cleared her throat. "And I quote 'A Vulture, black as Death found me while I was in the alley. In his beak, a missive from the dark lord. He said I had a task to complete to better our world.' Little shit even had a written note. Probably forged or something." She huffed but smiled at Harry's soft chuckle.
"Wow… what a little actor. He was in Puerto Rico until Sept. 1st. Seriously, he was. He and his mother got sanctuary from Lord Black. There are no vultures on that island. Plenty of parrots.. but vultures? Nope." He chuckled softly. "Maybe he dreamed it, after all, he did get pretty drunk on August 29th. Was in a party with a few native girls." She shook her head and snuggled onto him, sighing lightly.
"Ugh, to think I have to marry that little shit. He is such a fop. I swear he lets those two gorillas he hangs out with bugger him senseless. He spends more time on his looks than I do, that's not natural." She grumbled and wriggled on his lap in obvious frustration. She was about to speak again when she froze at his next set of words. Not so much the words, but his tone.
"That's enough about him, Belle. I am going to help you forget about that, do you understand?" She nodded after a soft shudder and then gasped softly at his light growl. "I said, do you understand?" He repeated, tone firmer against her ear.
"Yes sir, I understand." He nodded and then caressed her side softly, before reaching up and running his hand through her hair before turning her face for a deep kiss.
"Good… now, get up. I have missed gazing at my Belle, I want to change that." She nodded and quickly got to her feet, turning so she was facing him. With an almost lazy flick of his wand, a chair appeared behind her, but she didn't acknowledge it. Instead, she was waiting for his order. It wasn't like she was a slave or a servant of any kind. However, being in control of her emotions and being the unspoken queen of Slytherin made her want to have someone else in control. After their first encounter, Harry made sure he was that for her. Now was no different, and he was so good at making her feel safe and at ease.
"You're wearing too much, Belle. You know how I like my girls. Strip… but nice and slow, won't you?" He leaned back, elbows on the armrest of the chair while his fingers were entwined together under his chin. Pansy, even having done this a few times already, had a small blush on her alabaster skin. She nodded with a soft sigh of contentment and started to strip for her sir. First, she went for the buttons on her shirt, making it nice and slow for him, this was a show after all.
Button after button came undone and more of her skin was showcased for his eager, hungry eyes.
She loved the feel of his gaze raking down her skin, it made her feel so deliciously naughty. She left her tie around her neck, he had told her he liked it when it rested between her bare breasts. The blouse fell to the floor and quickly after her bra did the same. She turned and Harry could see the tinge of her blushing right above the valley of her softly heaving breasts.
His appreciative gaze made her shudder before she started to dance a little bit for him. A tune in her head led her hips to sway back and forth as she started to take off her skirt. She unzipped it from the side and was nice and slow to remove it, bending over in front of him so that he could see her panty-clad ass. She sighed when she felt his hands on her ass, keeping her bent over with a firm press against her back.
"I'll take care of this, Belle. It is one of my favorite parts after all." She nodded, looking at him over her shoulder as she felt and saw him slowly tug her panties down. He growled low in his throat as he watched her ass and a small bit of her pussy come into view. She stepped out of her panties before they were pushed to the side and then reached forward when he spread her cheeks and gave her little pucker and pussy a soft lick and kiss each. He gave her cheeks a soft swat each as well and then leaned back into his chair. Smiling softly and when she turned he gestured to the seat behind her.
"Have a seat, Belle. Nice and relaxed…" She nodded and sat, looking at him with a smile before he spoke again. "Now, spread your legs. I'll still take care of your greater needs of course, but I want to see you pleasure yourself. I want to see those pretty pink lips of yours spread around your fingers. Go on, don't be shy." He gave her a soft grin. "I know you like showing off." She flushed softly but did as she was told, spreading her legs and then caressing her thighs. Leaning back and closing her eyes softly as she started. Her fingers knew exactly where to go, and they were quick to do so.
Caressing her folds with a gentle sigh as she started working on her already growing arousal. She was about to get right to it when his voice stopped her.
"No, Belle. Tease yourself… we have all night. No need to rush." She felt the tingling of a spell hit her but didn't open her eyes.
"Yes Sir." She let out timidly, but he could hear the excitement she had when taking his order. Her fingers started to lightly toy with her lips and surrounding sensitive areas. Using gentle, smooth caresses on herself she put herself on the road to a nice release. She only had the need for one hand on her lips, however, so she used the other to caress and stroke her modest but beautiful breasts.
Her soft panting a sweet sound as she worked on herself nice and slow. There were only so many different ways she could caress and fondle her lips before it got… not un-pleasurable, but mundane. So soon she was idly caressing her sensitive clit and sinking a single finger into herself. She let out a soft gasp as she hit a sensitive spot within herself, opening her eyes in pleasure and then shuddering in delight when she saw that she was not the only one enjoying themselves.
Across from her, a little show for her was being put on as well. Harry was gently stroking himself, licking his lips and hungrily watching as she continued the path she was on. Her hips lightly bucked when she added another finger, her hand on her breasts going to her clit to cause more sweet pleasure for herself. She closed her eyes again and then when she felt she was about to get off in a delightful orgasm… she found out she couldn't. She let out a soft, semi-frustrated gasp before letting go of herself.
She panted softly, as her body had gone through the motions of release, but she felt only a sliver of pleasure from it. She looked up to see Harry smirking lightly before a pillow appeared in front of him. He gestured to it and she shuddered again.
"You have yet to earn that little orgasm of yours, Belle. A little… punishment for being late, you understand." She bit her lip but nodded softly.
"Yes, I understand sir." She got up slowly, then kneeled in front of him. Her hand replaced his on his eager length before she gave him a few gentle strokes. He caressed her head with his hand and then nodded to her. She hummed softly and then her lips were around his fat, leaking tip. She enjoyed the soft, pleased sigh that came from his lips as he took hair from her face to watch her take him nice and slow.
Getting a low groan in response as she took him nice and deep, Pansy was one of three of the girls that could take him to the base, and he loved that. Oh, he loved it when any of his girls took him into their soft lips, but she had a talent for making his eyes roll in the back of his head in delight. This time was no different, and he shuddered softly when he felt her lips resting on the base of his shaft. Her throat gently squeezed on his tip and first inch or so before she came back up with a soft gasp. Licking her lips and his tip before looking up at him.
"You are always so thick and tasty for me sir. Thank you for that." She smiled and nuzzled into his hand as he stroked her cheek. Licking his tip before a soft pressure on the back of her head had her going right back to work. His groan let her know he was grateful for her skill as she was for his taste. Soon her head was bobbing quicker on his length with his hand on the back of her head helping her do just that.
His hips started to buck slightly as he kept up the pace and pressure. His hissing pleasure mounted until he let out a deep groan of delight and started to give her every drop of his sweet load. Huffing and holding her at the base of his length before letting her up to get a mouthful before swallowing. He leaned back with gentle pants and looked at her, stroking hair out of her face again and nodding.
"Always such a good little cock-sucker, aren't you, Belle?" She blushed softly but nodded, leaning up to get a kiss from her sir. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm and then helped her stand. He stood as well and then turned her around, causing her to wriggle in his hands.
She gasped in pleasure when, while standing, he filled her in one smooth stroke. One hand held her leg up, and the other rested on her hip as he started to take her nice and deep. Growling against her neck as he pleasured her sweet body the way he knew she liked. She let her eyes close in pleasure as he took her, and when she opened them after a particularly deep spot was hit inside her she opened her eyes with a low groan. She blushed softly but could do nothing but hold on as she saw a full-length mirror in front of her.
She got to watch and enjoy the sensations as her sir took her. He liked showing her just how much she loved and needed this pleasure. Mirrors were placed in all manner of positions when she was with her, and it always made her tingle in delight. He paused for a moment before making a short ottoman appear. he stepped on it, still inside of her, and draped her leg on his before starting to take her again. It was only the slightest bit uncomfortable, but the pleasure he was giving her was well worth it.
He used his now free hand to caress her body. From her thighs to her breasts, back down to her clit. Nibbling and suckling her neck as he was already close to giving her a second load. She panted and huffed, her count up to three of the orgasms she had not been able to have, but she knew the payoff would be fantastic.
"Tell me what you w-want, Belle. D-Don't be shy.. .you know I don't like shy." Pansy huffed but started to buck and grind back against him, letting out her sweet, needy moans as she gripped him tightly with her slick, warm walls.
"P-Please… s-sir! L-Let me feel your c-cum. I-I want it, s-sir. D-Deep inside of me…" She let out a soft whine, but kept up the pace, biting her lower lip as she continued grinding and squeezing.
"O-Only b-because you asked s-so p-politely." He growled and caused her to let out delicious gasps before she felt his warmth fill her deepest parts. That was the trigger to break the small orgasmic denier within her. She let out a scream of sweet indulgence as four backed-up orgasms hit her all at once.
Her body was a shuddering, quivering mess as he held her up. Still grinding lightly into her as she temporarily passed out. He shuddered himself as he held her from falling. He slid out of her and then sat on the chair, her sitting on his lap, head on his chest as she panted while out cold. A few minutes later she roused and let out an involuntary shiver as she felt the last bits of his seed leak out of her. She turned and smiled dazedly at him, getting a kiss and a caress on her head.
"Feel better, Belle?" She nodded and gave him another kiss, snuggling up to him close. So content and in a much better mood.
"Thank you, Sir. Oh… I-I needed that." He chuckled softly but gave her head another kiss, holding her close and letting her slip into sleep.
It was well into October when Harry found himself in the Headmaster's office again. Their starting contest in round two. Harry smiled to himself when he won again as it was Dumbledore who broke the silence.
"How have you been, Mr. Potter, since we last met?" He smiled, eyes twinkling softly. Harry was impressed, he had not called him Harry, or my boy.
"Quite well, Headmaster, thank you. I have been enjoying my year, quite a deal more than last year." He smiled and nodded. He was enjoying the hell out of this school year, and of course the summer before it. "Might I ask what I am here for? I assume I am in no form of trouble. I am doing my best to… well do my best." He chuckled lightly and Dumbledore joined in the chuckle.
"No, no trouble at all My b- Excuse me, Mr. Potter. I just wished to perhaps… continue where we left off last time you were here, yet at the same time change course. What do you say?" He smiled softly, a hopeful look on his face.
"Please, elaborate, Headmaster. My last visit did not exactly end well you see." Dumbledore nodded and sat up straighter.
"I would like you to view a memory with me, one I assure you that is relevant. It is a precursor to a broader knowledge that I wish to impart you with." Harry looked skeptical, but he nodded in agreement. They took a trip into the Pensieve again and saw the memory of a teenaged Tom Riddle talking with a younger Horace Slughorn about something called… a Horcrux. The memory ended with Mr. Slughorn getting agitated and storming away. Harry frowned softly when they were out, and looked at the headmaster.
"There was something… missing from that memory sir. As if it was… removed." The headmaster nodded, clapping his hands together once.
"Yes! Exactly Mr. Potter. I got that memory from Horace nearly two decades ago. It was short, tampered with… and I know he was the one who did it. I have my suspicions… but I want certainty. You understand, I do not want to go into this with only part of the information." He sat and sighed softly, looking at the younger male in the room.
"What do you need of me, Sir?" He frowned again, he hoped it wasn't something completely ridiculous
.
"Simple, though difficult in it's own right. Horace has the real memory, and getting it will help. No, getting it will almost guarantee we find out the extent of Tom's depravity. He has taken a liking to you, I would like for you to perhaps… coerce him into giving you the real memory. I do not want you to have too much pressure on your shoulders, you have enough with what we discussed last June." He nodded softly, leaning back in his chair. Harry caressed his chin softly and then looked at his headmaster.
"Sir, what is… a Horcrux?" He was surprised to see Dumbledore wince, and even more when he did not get a half-truth.
"A Horcrux, Mr. Potter, is some of the vilest pieces of magic known. It is a process in which you take a portion of your soul and place it into an object. With your soul split, and the container protected, you cannot die. However, you must understand that it takes murder to do this. An abomination upon nature. To kill in defense of yourself, or perhaps another is frowned upon but it is not evil. To murder… takes conscious, willful intent. With that evil in your heart, you can split your soul to protect yourself. It is… truly foul. Tom has done this… the question is, however… how many times." He saw Harry thinking, nodding to himself. He then looked up with a surprised expression.
"Sir! Perhaps… perhaps the Diary was one? It reeked of dark magic, and Tom was able to speak through it. He spoke that he was a memory, preserved for fifty years." Dumbledore seemed to ponder for a moment before he took out the offending object and an odd-looking ring.
"I do believe your are correct, Mr. Potter. I also believe, earlier this summer to have found one. I had been looking, you see, under my own suspicions." He looked up at Harry with an apologetic look on his face. "I was going to keep it from you for some time, but… I was addressed by someone far older and wiser than me." He chuckled softly when Fawkes let out a small trill, his notes sounding pleased and… smug? Harry shook his head but gave a small smile.
"I thank you for being… truthful with me, headmaster. Seeing as you found that… ring somewhere, I assume there is some way to track them?" Dumbledore shook his head softly.
"No, I am afraid not, Mr. Potter. Just long days and nights of searching and detective work you see." He chuckled softly. "It is where I go off to when I am not doing the insurmountable amounts of paperwork that come with my three positions." He smiled lightly and popped a lemon drop into his mouth. Enjoying the soothing sweet tartness of the candy.
"Sir?" He got a look and nod from Dumbledore. "Maybe… you should look in the Black family library. Take Bill with you, and read through the books. Maybe there is a way to check?" Dumbledore look surprised but then gave a large smile.
"Wonderful idea, Mr. Potter. I trust you will allow us entry into the house?" Harry nodded with a gentle smil
e.
"Just you, Bill, and perhaps Remus. I trust you three. The house is in a lot better shape, I had my elves do a little cleaning up. The late Mrs. Black portrait is gone, for good." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled softly before he gave a large smile.
"I will let you know if we find anything." He was about to dismiss the younger man when he thought of something. "Mr. Potter… you wouldn't have happened to have any more… visions, have you?" He was curious, and Harry heard the slight tone of concern in his voice.
"No, sir. There was… a brief moment of extreme rage around mid-August that caused me some pain, but no visions. I have been making sure my barriers are at full strength. Only when he is… really, really angry or feeling particularly evil will I feel anything." Dumbledore nodded, then blinked softly.
"Mid-August… there was a meeting then. Severus tells me they were planning the assassination of Minister Bones at the time. They were all… forcefully ejected from Malfoy manor halfway through the meeting. Tom was… rather incensed. The assassination never took place." He was surprised at Harry's chuckle, a question in his look.
"Well… the house is a Black property, Headmaster. The Lord Black… did not like unwelcome squatters in his home." He smirked and Dumbledore gave a small smile.
"I am grateful of that. It seems Tom has been on the defensive since. No raids, and no plans. Apparently, they are searching high and low for the Lord Black. They have yet to get any leads, however." He caressed his chin but did not miss the flash of the Black ring on Harry's finger before it vanished. Both of them shared a knowing look before Dumbledore spoke again.
"So yes, I will forgo getting the memory from Horace for now. If, however, the Black family library holds no secrets, would it be too much to ask of you?" Harry smiled and shook his head.
"Not at all, Sir. I thank you again, for asking and being polite about this. May I be excused, sir? I have someone I am meeting tonight. We are going over homework." Dumbledore nodded and waved him off with a smile and a goodbye. Taking another lemon drop and enjoying as he thought. Working WITH Harry, was a lot more productive. He should have done this from the beginning. Yes, he would continue working with the bo- no, young Lord.
Chapter 6: Fleur & Gabrielle Delacour
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Harry Potter was sitting in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, having a staring contest with a legendary bird. He found it fun to see if he could outstare people he was having conversations with. It helped ground him as it was a silly thing in a life filled with seriousness. He tilted his head and then cursed as he blinked, Fawkes letting out a triumphant trill before nuzzling Harry softly.
"Yeah… yeah. I can out-stare the hell out of your master though, so there." He teased and got a trill of amusement in return before Fawkes flamed away. He was then left alone… bored. He was here on a Saturday, having let his headmaster, Bill and Remus into the house for their search. Bill was curious as to why he was still here, as they didn't need him anymore, but Dumbledore told him not to worry about it. It was Harry's house after all, and it wasn't a school day, he was allowed to be here. They had been in there for almost an hour when Remus came in.
"Hey, Harry. We're going to be here the rest of the day. Just so you know. There is some pretty nasty stuff here." He nodded and leaned back, a tray of tea appearing in front of him courtesy of Dobby.
Dobby and Winky were his two elves, Kreacher having been.. dealt with as per their own Elven Justice. He had been found wanting as a servant for such a great wizard, so he had been taken care of.
"That's fine, just call for Winky if you guys get hungry. I know I don't have to tell you how she is to be treated." Remus nodded and smiled, going off to help in the library. Three cups of tea, a loo break, and some scones later and Harry was wondering if perhaps he should go back to Hogwarts. He had migrated to the living room and was thinking about this when the fireplace roared to life with the familiar green of floo travel. He got up to greet the new arrivals, confused and was then pushed back as the first guest tackled him. He was about to go on the defensive when he realized two things. One being that no hostile persons could come into his home, and two that whoever slammed into him was very female.
[AN: Some people can do it, I am sorry. I cannot. Just… imagine the French accents.]
"Harry! I did not know you would be here!" He looked down to see who was speaking and was surprised that it was the much more mature Gabrielle Delacour. He smiled and leaned down to put a kiss on the top of her head, returning the hug and then helping them get up. He cleaned the soot from the two of them before the fireplace roared again and outstepped the elder sister. Fleur removed her own suit and then came over to Harry. Placing a kiss on either cheek before Harry scoffed.
"Really, Fleur?" She looked at him confused for a moment before he tugged her forward for a proper kiss. Pulling away and smiling. "I would think after last time you would know better than that." She shook her head but was not against that show of affection, and it seemed Gabrielle had known about it as she was just smiling.
"Not that I am complaining, but what brings you two beauties here, hmm?" He gestured for the seats and Gabrielle sat, practically on his lap.
"We are here to help with the Curse Breaking, well at least I am. Ma sœur decided she just had to see her hero after two long years." She smiled at her sister's giggle, and extra close snuggled to Harry. Harry hummed and nodded, holding her close and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, would you like me to show you to the library, or do you know the way?" Fleur waved him off with a gentle smile.
"I will find the way, I am sure Bill will be looking for me. He is the one who called me after all." Harry raised his brows at her with a silent question, and her musical laughter filled the room. She shook her head and smiled. "He is a fine man, Harry… but you know he cannot compete. Though… it is fun to have him try." She smirked and with a wink left the two teenagers alone. Harry turned to look at Gabrielle with a soft grin.
"So, Gabrielle, how have you been?" He smirked and she rolled her eyes, leaning in for a kiss and then breaking away.
"I have been well, Harry. I have learned English, learned it for you." She gave him a kiss on the nose and then stood up. "This room is not suitable for pleasure, take me to your room, yes?" He coughed softly at the bluntness of the younger girl, but who was he to deny a Veela? He gave her a kiss after standing and then took her to his room. A part of him was telling him she was too young, but he had learned from Fleur that Veela matured a lot faster and younger than normal women. Contrary to popular bigotry and belief, there was no such thing as a 1/4 or 1/2 Veela. You were, or you were not, that was it. He lead her to his room and then with his little pack of sealing spells closed it off. He was not surprised by the fire of passion that hit him next, lips and tongue locked in a fight for dominance with the young girl in front of him. Holding her close before she broke away.
"Fleur has told me, non, she had bragged about how good you are. She tells me you would make the boys I have at Beauxbatons look like 'leetle' boys." She teased him softly with that little remark, the same that Fleur had labeled him with two years ago. Instead of being agitated by it, he gave her a kiss and smirked. He then gave her a nice surprise as he tapped his glamour necklace and showed her he was not the scrawny boy that he once was. Not that it would have deterred her anyway, she wanted Harry Potter, she was going to have Harry Potter.
"I am not so leetle anymore, Gabrielle. And we'll have to find out how I compare to them, hmm?" Once again he was not thrown off by her lack of innocence. When Veela matured, they needed an outlet for their sexual desires. It was too dangerous for them to go long without release, and he had learned that the first time with Fleur. He remembered it fondly, but was brought back to reality when he felt the cooler air of the room hit his crotch as his pants were nearly torn off. He yelped in mock surprise and then shuddered softly when Gabrielle started to work on his shaft. It didn't take long for him to be completely hard, and he wondered if she would be abl- yup. Right to the base.
"S-Sweet M-Merlin… a-and that makes f-four." He groaned softly and then his hands were in her hair as he helped her pump on his shaft. Licking his lips softly and watching as she took him with no issue. Had he been less than experienced, he would already be losing his load into her wonderful throat. Instead, though, he just leaned back against the door and watched and enjoyed the sweet lip service she was giving him. She bobbed and suckled on him until she came off with a cute gasp. Licking his tip and purring softly against it.
"You taste much better than Fleur said you would. So sweet and warm." She licked her lips and then grinned before taking off her overshirt and blouse. Leaving her bare-chested as she kneeled in front of him. She ran her nipples along his leaking tip before squeezing her sizable chest together and sandwiching his length between her breasts. Starting to move them up and down slowly as she suckled and fondled his tip with her tongue and lips. He shuddered lightly, moving her hair from her face and putting it into a ponytail for a better view. He huffed as she started moving faster along his shaft with her breasts while she made sure to lick him to the best of her ability.
Gabrielle went between suckling just his tip to taking him to the base and then going back to putting his length between her breasts. The next few minutes went between this before she came off with a low growl and lightly frustrated face. Looking up at him with a cute pout.
"She also lied to me about quick you were. She said it took her but 2 minutes to get your sweet seed." She huffed lightly, but was determined to get it out of him, so she went right back to taking him to the back of her throat. Starting to bob he head faster as she did so. Suckling and slurping his length with a determined eagerness.
Harry had been about to respond to her when she started working harder for her reward, and could only hold onto the door behind him and her head with the other hand. It didn't take much longer after her rapid increase before he gave her just what she had been working for. His low grunts and groans letting her know what was coming so she backed off just a bit. Taking his load right onto her tongue and swallowing quickly and eagerly. He shuddered lightly as the warm wet vacuum that was in her mouth took everything he had to offer. He pulled her off of him with a shudder and looked down at her.
"I-In my defense." He managed to get out while she licked her lips and swallowed the last of his load, suckling his tip softly. "I had n-never been with a Veela b-before her. S-So… yeah." He chuckled and then grinned, helping her up before giving her a soft kiss. He caressed her neck as she deepened the kiss, she was only a head shorter than him at his current 6' even height. They made out like, well, teenagers before his hands and hers removed the other of the rest of their clothes.
He gave her neck a nip and then grinned at her soft yelp as he picked her up by her ass to have her legs wrapped around his waist. He cast one last spell around the room before he nipped her ear. "Now… I hate it when my girls hold back, I don't want you doing that either."
Gabrielle was confused for only a moment before her tight, hot pussy was filled with his thickness. She let out a loud moan of delight at the sudden intrusion and clamped on him completely as he bottomed out inside of her. She shuddered through a sudden orgasm before he placed her ass on a side table and started to give her every inch of him, as quickly and deeply as possible. Grunting and growling as her nails raked down his back in reaction to the overload of pleasure she was getting from him. Her legs were securely wrapped around him as he took her nice and hard, knowing she could take it. A slew of 'Oui's in his ear as he made her mind and body a nice, gooey mess. He grunted softly as he took her as roughly as he was, not used to giving his girls this kind of treatment. Not that he was against it of course, but Veela were made for this kind of rough sex. The powerful thrusting he usually held back instead of harming his girls.
He felt her clamp on him again in another orgasm and then pulled from her. She hissed in protest before her legs were raised high and spread on the bed as he started to jackhammer into her.
She was now letting out screams of pleasure as her body was getting everything it needed. She had multiple partners back at school, but even some of the older ones could not give her this, and Merlin did she need it. It didn't take much longer of her muscles massaging him in all different kinds of ways before he was shuddering and pumping a nice, hefty load into her.
Hissing through gritted teeth as he looked down to see her slightly avian form appearing as her body lost control from pleasure. She gripped him harder, if that was possible, and he momentarily regretted the loss of his sheets as they were ripped by her claws. He lowered her legs and panted lightly, slowly sliding from her with a gentle shudder. He only momentarily jumped when he heard the familiar ~crack~ of apparition behind them. It could only be one person, so he was not surprised. When he pulled his tip from her still shuddering pussy he had to catch himself from stumbling as Fleur was on her knees, cleaning him from base to tip. She was number 3 of the four that could take him to the base, he assumed Veela in general had no gag reflex. When he was all clean he sat on the bed with a huff, then watched as the elder sister cleaned out the younger sister.
"T-That… is a rather loving sister you have there, Gabrielle." He grinned at her soft, almost whimpering moans as her sister cleaned her out. Harry watched, his erection only subsiding partially as he watched the erotic show in front of him. He watched as Fleur kissed her sister deeply, sharing a good portion of his expended load before they both looked at him. "Ladies." He gave them a grin and then found himself on his back on the bed, a sister on either side of him as they caressed and suckled his length back to life. Fleur speaking between suckling and licking.
"I must have you, Harry. Though, it must be quick. A powder break can only last so long, oui?" She winked and he chuckled softly before he let out a low groan at a particularly deep suckle from Fleur right after that. She, teasingly, pushed her sister away from his length before she mounted him. "Remind me why I choose you over any other, hmm?" With that, she took him to the hilt in one swift motion, just like he had taken her sister. Groaning deeply, though it was partially muffled as his lips were currently on the wet, warm lips of the younger female in the group. What went from there could have been painted and put on a wall somewhere. A handsome, tan young man taking care of the pleasure of not one, but two Veela. Harry knew he would be… exhausted after this, but he was not about to give up on this chance.
His hand was on Fleur's hip, helping to drive her harder onto him while he thrusts into her.
His other hand was on Gabrielle's ass as he gave her a rather thorough tongue-lashing. Using his favorite tongue trick to turn her into a screaming mess. One hand on the headboard, the other on his head as she ground into his eager tongue and lips. Their sweet, French dance was poetry in motion, even as rough and primal as it was. It went on for what could have been hours, or even mere seconds, before one set of shrieks of delight led to another. Gabrielle was first to release, her body overly sensitive from her own plowing and her sister's cleaning afterward. Her juices were as abundant as always, coating Harry's face and dripping down his chin and onto his neck. Her shuddering spasms made her whimper in delight before she had to hold onto the headboard lest she collapses completely.
Fleur was quick to follow her sister, she had been riding Harry rather harshly, and with her sister's orgasm Harry moved both hands to her hips for extra force. Her walls milked his length as expertly as ever, and he let out a shuddering groan as her orgasm coaxed his own from him. A hiss of delight coming from him as she was filled with his warmth. He twitched inside her a few times before she whimpered and slid off of him. His vision blurred momentarily, but he managed to catch Gabrielle crawling to her sister for the same service she had received. He watched, getting his bearings back as the two sisters shared that taboo kisses between each other. He watched them share a sweeter lip lock before they both came to him for a gentle three-way kiss. Fleur rested for a few minutes before she sighed and nuzzled against him.
"And now, I must go." She gave them each a soft kiss. "Ma sœur, do not tire yourself out, oui? You must be able to attend class on Monday, yes?" They shared a giggle before Fleur dressed and was gone with another ~crack~ . Harry looked to Gabrielle and saw that she was already halfway gone. She was a Veela, and she was a sexual creature, but being with another Veela and a powerful wizard was not something so easily taken. She snuggled close to him and hummed before slipping into a nice nap. He conjured a quick messenger patronus and sent it off to Moony to let him know he was napping.
Harry woke to a wonderful sensation and looked down to see the two sisters working over his length nice and slowly. He grunted softly as he had been having a nice stimulating dream (he knew why now) and gave them a load to share between their lips, tongues, and faces. They sighed at his release and not only cleaned him off, but each other. The three of them had a soft little make out session before they both got up. Fleur standing and stretching with a smile.
"Ah… that shall keep me satisfied until next we meet I think." She looked to her sister who was stretching herself, wincing lightly with a content sigh after.
"Yes, I think so, ma sœur. Though I may have to break some boys from here to there." She giggled and he gave her a roguish grin before he got up and dressed. Fleur left first through the apparition and then Harry took down his privacy spells and wards before leaving with Gabrielle on his arm. They entered the kitchen to see Dumbledore, Remus, Bill, and Fleur sitting and drinking tea with their dinner. They sat down and were served by Dobby before Harry locked eyes with Remus. There was a subtle sniff from the werewolf before a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Bill was oblivious as he was flirting with Fleur, and it made Harry smirk softly. He had nothing against the elder Weasley, but it was just amusing to watch. He turned to Dumbledore with a smile.
"Did you find anything, sir?" Dumbledore looked up from the book he was reading, a smile on his face.
"Ah! Mr. Potter, how kind of you to join us. To answer your question, yes. We found something that is rather promising. It speaks of a kind of… soul Dowsing rod. Muggles would sometimes find normal magical dowsing rods and be able to find water or precious stones, but usually, be obliviated quickly after. More often than not the wizard or witch responsible for losing said device was heavily fined." He chuckled softly and shook his head.
"If we can find, or construct one of these rods and attune it to Tom… well, that will be exceedingly helpful." He sighed and gave a large smile. "I thank you, Harry, for allowing us to do this." Harry gave him a smile, not even correcting the headmaster. He was once again, albeit slowly, opening to the headmaster now that he was letting Harry become more involved with everything.
"There is something I… must discuss with you in private, Mr. Potter. If you would be so kind to indulge an old man." Harry smiled and they made it a personal meeting for when they got back to Hogwarts.
Before departing Grimmauld place Harry had one more little quick romp with Fleur, to further tie her over in his absence. Gabrielle joined in as well, which turned their quickie into an hour-long bit of debauchery. Remus just smirked and gave Harry a knowing look when they all departed. Wards closed down again as Remus was whisked away by portkey back to the island he now called home. Harry and Dumbledore departed via Fawkes and appeared in the headmaster's office. They sat down and after Dumbledore's customary offer of a lemon drop
"Now, Mr. Potter. What I am about to tell you… if something of grave importance. It also pains me to say it, and had my eyes not been opened, I would have kept it from you. I would, however, like to use it to help gain more of your trust." Harry nodded softly, a little apprehensive now.
"When you first brought me the diary I felt the essence of Tom with it. I had my suspicions, but I was unsure. I did a lot of research in my spare time, and after his resurrection at the end of your 4th year, I really took a lot of time to look into it. That is why it seemed as I was… neglecting you last year. I was in over my head in research, and instead of asking for help, I let my arrogance get the better of me. For that, I cannot apologize enough." He sighed and then some tea appeared, he thanked his elf under his breath and took a fortifying sip.
"I have yet another suspicion, and it involves you." He looked at Harry who was riveted, but slightly impatient. "I believed that one of Tom's Horcrux was embedded in your scar. I believed that is why you have a connection with him. As I researched, however, I discovered that making such an item takes a specific ritual. One cannot simply make one… or we would have dark lords all over the place. I came to the conclusion, that while you are not a Horcrux, you have some piece of his magic within you." Harry frowned softly, thinking about this. He was upset, angry even, but Dumbledore was trying. He nodded, more to himself before he looked up and spoke.
"It's there, Sir." He gave his scar a stroke. "Part of his magic rests just below my scar. Its what made it so easy for him to possess me back in June. My barriers keep him out now, except, as I said when he is really feeling something heavy. " He grinned lightly before he went on. "The Goblins found it at the beginning of July, they were upset they couldn't get it out. It's too dark for a random day… they need a solstice. I was going to go there on the Winter Solstice to get it out. If we had a soul-dowsing rod then, we could maybe transfer it?" He saw a range of emotions go through Dumbledore's features.
From surprise to light anger, to joy. His face rested on the last one and he nodded.
"Yes… Yes I do believe that would be a grand Idea." He leaned back, looking as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders before he took another sip of his tea.
"We would have to do it at Grimmauld place I believe. The creation of the rod requires precise incantations from a ritual book, and that book cannot be taken from the house of Black." Harry nodded, stroking his chin and humming.
"Alright, Sir. I'll have my people call your people. We'll set it up. We'll make a day of it. Getting Tom's magic out of me, and making something to help find the rest of his pieces of filth." He grinned widely at the small chuckle from the headmaster. "I should get going sir before Hermione sends out a search party and tears down the school." The headmaster let out a louder laugh this time and then nodded, Harry leaving the office with a hum and a smile on his face.
He was walking down the hall when he heard a bit of commotion in one of the abandoned classrooms. It was probably someone giving themselves extra lessons or something. He noticed the room door was open and rolled his eyes, they were just eager to get caught in whatever they were doing.
As he got closer he noticed it wasn't just one person either, and he snickered lightly. Probably some couple getting some private time. He would only get a peek if just for a little teasing material later before letting them have privacy. He poked his head in for said look and his smile left him at what he saw, and a red-hot rage boiled up from within him. He twitched and actually growled at the scene before him.
Susan Bones, his fiery little redhead was in a scuffle with Cormac McLaggen. The larger 7th-year male doing his best to get more than what Susan was willing to offer, which was pretty much everything. To top it all off, he noticed there was another 'Puff just… watching as if it was the greatest show in the world.
The three of them stopped when they heard the deep, feral, and very angry growl that came from the Boy who lived. They looked at the door and there were three reactions. One was relief from Susan, fear from the random 'Puff, and smugness from McLaggen.
The pompous ass had the gall to look like he had won something. He smirked and stood up straight.
"Potter! What a pleasure for you to join us. Come on in, we can share." Susan paled for a moment when Harry came in, and whimpered softly when he shot his bundle of spells at the room. Cormac smirked at her look of fear before she started scrambling away again. He turned back to see Harry approaching, an angry twitch in his eyes. He smiled as Harry raised his wand. Moving it to Susan before he quickly pointed it to Cormac.
"Adurat! "
McLaggen had a split of confusion before his body felt like it had been lit on fire. It was not on the level of the Cruciatus, but it was no picnic either. It was also not like the Cruciatus in the fact that it did not need to be held. He turned to the other boy and glared heavily. The other boy's wand lightly raised.
"You don't want to do that. I'd have you on the floor just as fast as I have McLaggen here." He glared softly. "You know what?" He raised his wand, and quick as a flash sent a spell to the other boy.
"Adurat Parvus! "
The boy collapsed into similar pain as Cormac before Harry silenced them both. He put his wand away and went to help Susan up. She clung to him fiercely and he held her close. Kissing the top of her head and letting her vent out her emotions. She wasn't a ball of whimpering, tear-stricken woman, but she was not dry-eyed either.
He stroked her hair and let her get out the few choking sobs she had before she looked up at Harry.
"T-Thank you.. H-Harry. Herbert s-said he wanted help with some spells. C-Cormac jumped me, said he heard I like it rough." She huffed and glared at the still-writhing boy on the floor. The other had already had the curse run through him, but was twitching lightly from the pain. Harry spelled the shivers away but kept the phantom pain there. Gesturing for him to leave after dropping the spells. He scampered away, threat clear in Harry's eyes before Harry went over to McLaggen. He leaned down, Susan watching, and whispered to him.
"You listen, and you listen well Cormac. If you touch Susan, or any other girl like you were doing today again, I will make what I did to you feel like a picnic. You don't have to respond. I'll take it on… good faith that you understand me. Enjoy the next five minutes." He got up and walked away with Susan on his arm, no doubt he would be visiting with Madam Bones soon, Susan would not let this go, even though it was effectively dealt with. Harry grumbled softly, but he was glad she was safe and he had gotten there in time. He only hoped he wouldn't have to deal with anything like this again.