Chapter 11: Daphne Greengrass
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Slytherin house; home of the cunning, ambitious, and as some would say breeding ground to dark and evil wizards and witches. Those on the inside knew a little better, they could not deny that there have been a great deal of darkness that came from the house.
However, there was now a power vacuum in the house of the snakes, especially since the defacto 'prince' of Slytherin was now out of school. His wand was snapped and his core was bound due to not only the unforgivable he cast on the lord of two most noble and ancient houses, but the slew of dark curses he had used as well. So, for the time being, the house was in a silent struggle for power. Most knew, however, that Draco had not been the greatest thinker when it came to Potter, so his future was on his shoulders.
It was the 21st of December and most of the student body was out for the holiday, but those that were in the castle were treated to a spectacle of powerful magic around 7 pm that Saturday. There was a huge wash of magic that flowed out from somewhere in the castle, and then it retracted back to its source about two minutes later. Two minutes after that there was a castle wide announcement from the headmaster that everything was alright, he was just adjusting the wards for greater protection.
The student body relaxed at that, though in the castle there were several ladies who knew better.
Why? Well for the reason that the Potter-Black crest now adorned the right breast on their robes. Signifying in some way that they were affiliated with those two houses. The wave of magic was not confined to the castle, and across great Britain and in some other parts of the world witches one Wizard was marked in this way. The Wizard, however, had the crest on his left breast.
Daphne Ophelia Greengrass was one of the witches who felt this, and she gasped when she saw the crest on her breast after a flash of light. She had been walking to talk with her head of house when this happened, but she quickly changed course. Going back to her common room to see if she was the only one. She was not, and it made her shudder at the commotion in the dungeons when she entered. Millicent Bulstrode was currently holding Theodore Nott in a headlock, and he was struggling pitifully against the larger girl. His angry words were heard, however.
"Blood-traitor! The lot of you! When Draco gets back you'll all be deal w-URK!" He started to struggle for air as Millicent squeezed firmer on his neck until he stopped struggling and passed out. She dropped him and then looked around, glaring, her voice deep and hard.
"Anyone else wants to talk about this?" She pointed to the silver-trimmed crest on her chest, no one speaking up. She noticed Daphne and gave a soft nod at her appearance. Daphne's cool, silky tones broke through the silence.
"If you have the crest, come to me. We shall discuss this." She paused, then her tone went icier. "Now!" She stroke over to the Slytherin discussion table, it was where they went through house matters, sitting down and waiting for the rest to arrive. She was not surprised to see Pansy or take a seat or Millicent. She was surprised to see Tracy and her younger sister Astoria though.
Even more so when Blaise Zabini took a seat. She activated the privacy runes and looked around. Blaise's crest was on his left arm, signifying he was a business cohort for the crested houses. She saw the one on Millicent was lined in silver, meaning she was a mistress of house Potter, the Black crest was not outlined. Pansy had the Black crest outlined in silver and the Potter crest normal. Tracy's was like Millicent's, and Astoria's was different altogether. As far as Daphne knew, Astoria had not been with Harry, and she was glad the crest reflected that. Around the Black crest was a blood-red outline, meaning she was a protectorate of house Black through the consort of house Black… which was Daphne. Her own crest was outlined in a shining gold with flecks of red and black. She shuddered softly, she was the consort of House Black, and now everyone would know.
"Obviously, Harry did something, or something happened that unlocked something within him. Either he acknowledged his pledge as lord of two houses, or it was thrust upon him. Either way, we are now targets for a little extra venom in our houses so we must be careful." Millicent growled and cracked her knuckles softly, she wouldn't mind busting a few heads. Astoria looked fearful until her sister beckoned her closer, giving her a tight hug.
"We're protected, but at the same time we're a target. We'll deal with this." The younger girl nodded and then Pansy spoke.
"Why don't we just… leave Slytherin house all together?" She was met with looks of 'what are you talking about?' before she elaborated. "We are all either protectorates, mistresses, or consorts of Harry's two houses, it means as a recognized lord he can have his own private quarters. We simply bring it up with him, and have it taken care of." She shrugged softly. "Millicent and I can take care of things here while you go talk to him, Daphne. As Consort Black you have authority over everyone with the crests, except maybe consort Potter, which I am guessing is Granger." There were a few nods and they discussed this for a bit before she nodded.
"Alright, I'll go find him. He will probably be in his room, or in the infirmary or something. I will take care of it." She deactivated the rune and they were all startled to see their head of house standing there. Prof. Snape about to speak when he saw the crests. He glared and cursed softly, to do anything to either of them would bring down two ancient and noble houses on his head, he was vindictive and petty, but he wasn't stupid. He took a deep breath and looked at Daphne's crest before he spoke.
"He is in the infirmary. Go." She saw the barely repressed rage in his eyes and as he left to speak with the rest of the house, she left to find her Lord Black.
December 21st, 1996, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Room of Requirement, Two hours earlier
Harry Potter sat in a ritual circle, wearing nothing but his glamour necklace. He was talking to a goblin in a cone of silence, discussing the ritual that was going to take place.
"So… there is a big chance my necklace will be destroyed? Do you guys have another one ready?" He grinned softly and the goblin produced a similar necklace from his small bag.
"Come now, Lord Potter, what do you think we are? Unprepared wizards?" They shared a laugh before he spoke again. "By letting the necklace be destroyed, we can say that the removal of the magical leech and power of the solstice healed you. There will be a pain, lots of pain, as magic cleanses you.. but it will be worth it, I assure you." The young lord nodded before stroking his chin.
"Make sure the essence is sucked into the soul rod, we want the bastard dead." The goblin nodded and then the cone of silence was brought down. Dumbledore came into the circle and smiled, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Poppy will have potions for you when the ritual is complete, is there anything left to do before we start?" Harry shook his head and patted the headmaster's hand. He stepped out of the circle and then the room went into lock-down. Magical dampeners for backlash on the walls as the ritual started. The team of goblins, and Dumbledore, started to chant in olde Latin and olde English. They chanted and spoke for what seemed like hours, but was barely minutes before the runes activated around Harry and he started to shudder and strain.
He quickly picked up the small leather-bound wooden dowel and bit down on it. It was not a moment too soon either, as pain ripped through him. It started at his core but then shot up to his head. He felt like his brain was going to explode out of his head, it was so intense and blinding.
While the agony ripped through him, he could also feel the starting sensation of his head and magic being cleansed. He didn't know it at the time, but while he was in terrible pain, so was a certain snake-bodied man. Magic coming out of nowhere, causing him to scream in unimaginable pain. His connection to the Potter brat being painfully stripped from him. He felt magic itself punishing him for such a thing, and even with all his power, there was nothing he could do about it.
The ritual took about 10 minutes, but to Harry, it could have been ten years. When it was all said and done he slumped on the floor surrounded by runes. His necklace having been destroyed utterly, not even the chain left.
What was left surprised only the headmaster, Prof. McGonagall, Prof. Vector and Prof. Babbling. The later two there for the runes and Arithmancy involved for the ritual. Harry was panting heavily, but he was out cold on the floor. The runes burnt out and Poppy was quick to start running her scans on the young lord. She held back her blush thanks to her professionalism, but it made her shudder that she was seeing Harry naked as the day he was born… out of being intimate and surrounded by colleagues. She was running her scans when she got tapped on the side. She looked down to see a goblin pointing to her breast. She gasped and saw the Potter-Black Crest there, the Potter crest lined in silver. She paled for a moment before the goblin snapped and waved his fingers, it fading from view. The goblin winked and smirked knowingly before they went back to check on Harry.
She sighed and looked up at the curious headmaster before she poke. The rehearsed story given to her by the goblins and Harry quickly slipped from her lips.
"It seems whatever was attached to him was deeper than we had previously thought. The magic was bound around his core, not just his scar. He will be fine, but it seems everything that might have done damage to his body has been reversed. I am guessing it is why there was so much of a magical outburst. I also assume when the doors are opened, any access magic will burst from the room." The headmaster nodded, looking pensive and contemplative.
"I assume, as the taint is removed, the magic released will cause no harm?" Poppy nodded seriously and Dumbledore sighed in relief. "And Mr. Potter will show no ill effects?" With another shake of his head and then they saw that there was a Goblin whispering to Harry, gesturing and getting softly mumbled responses in return. They exchanged a few gestures of business done and then the scrawny, underfed Harry Potter was looking at them.
"Goblin Glamour, Headmaster, everyone." He smiled softly and groaned as he sat up, looking up at the still slight stares. "I'd be labeled as a dark wizard if I just came back looking like this. Might as well gradually work into it, don't you think?"
The headmaster nodded and then Harry frowned. "I know I looked good without the glamour, but I am not a fan of this look, can I get some clothes?" He was smirking cheekily at McGonagall and Babbling, who both had the decency to blush and look away. Harry chuckled and then leaned up and gave Poppy a kiss on the cheek before he was given a minified potion. "Thank you Poppy." He winked and she blushed, batting him softly on the shoulder before he looked at the headmaster. "Did you get it, sir?"
"Yes, my boy. I did. Right now it is being merged with the power of the soul rod. We shall begin hunting in the new year. It will give the rob more time to really absorb the magic, for a better ability to find Tom's accursed items." Harry nodded and slowly got up, getting on some robes and slowly starting to walk around. His muscles were sore, but were quickly recovering. He felt… he felt amazing.
His core was no longer being stifled, and it his magic was pouring into his veins in leaps and bounds. He stretched and shuddered, disabling the glamour for now so he could really enjoy his practically new body. He went up to the walls and caressed them softly, whispering gently.
"Thank you, for providing this room for us, my lady. If there is anything we can do to help, I hope you can let us know." He was surprised when the castle answered him in a way. First, it was a sense of 'you're welcome' and then there was a few flashes of events in his head. He stumbled back with a groan and was caught by Poppy. He blinked softly and looked at her, thanking her before he got back to better bearings. He looked at the headmaster who seemed concerned and smiled.
"Hogwarts just gave me something extra to help." At the puzzled looks he concentrated and asked the room for an item. On a pedestal in front of them appeared the lost Diadem of Ravenclaw. The goblins were quick to surround it and started casting their spells on it. There were hisses of anger and outrage amongst them and Harry went to his headmaster.
"It is one of Tom's anchors, the goblins can take care of it. I think they are pissed that a goblin-made heirloom was made into such a thing." Dumbledore nodded and then Harry perked up. He came up to the head goblin and tapped his shoulder.
"Yes, what is it, Lord Potter? We have much to do so this priceless artifact is unharmed." He smiled softly and then spoke.
"There is another like this. It is in the Lestrange Vault. It is a cup bearing the symbols of Helga herself. I learned of it last night." The goblin froze and then let off a slew of goblin curses that even made the headmaster gasp in surprise. They put the Diadem in a magically secure box and then Harry spoke again. "For a period of 30 seconds, you are allowed to portkey out of the wards. The castle told me you might want to make haste." They nodded and after packing up they were gone in a swirl of color. The castle wards closed after them. Harry clapped his hands and grinned.
"Well! That was fun! What's next?!" He yelped at the smack upside his head from his head of house. "Ouch! Watch it, Professor.. I'm still tender." He pouted and then grinned. Dumbledore disabled the magic dampeners the room provided and then Harry froze as magic washed outwards from the room. "Woo! That was a rush."
He grinned and then his eyes went wide about two minutes later as he had been recovering from the startling magic. "Fuck me…" He was then blasted back into the wall as the magic returned with a vengeance. The castle cushioned the wall for him but it was still a blast and a half. He slumped to the ground with a groan and was then taken urgently to his bed in the hospital wing. Life was never dull for Harry Potter.
December 21st, 1996, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Infirmary, 7:43 pm.
Harry woke with a groan and a grumble. Looking up at Poppy as the monitoring charm on him alerted her. He gave her a grin and after a quick look around tugged her down for a less-than-friendly kiss.
"You always take such good care of me, Poppy. Thank you." She nodded and after another kiss, initiated by her, she un-glamoured the crest on her robes. Whispering. "And it seems you will do the same for me, Harry." His eyebrow rose at the crest and looked at her with a large grin.
"I always take care of my ladies, you know that." She nodded and then they broke apart as she went to work on him. She left to get a few potions and then he perked up as his own voice spoke in his ear.
"Worked great, just as planned. I'm going to wait in the room, alright." Harry smirked and nodded. He heard his second self leave and leaned back with a soft sigh. The chain around his neck was not just for glamour, no, there was something that none of his witches knew. Only he, the goblins, and Remus were privy to the knowledge. The necklace was a special goblin time turner. It could turn back up to a maximum of a week, and when you need to train and only have a summer to do it, it helps a butt load. Unlike normal time turners, however, it did not create a paradox when two selves met. Instead, both selves were like a missing part of the other. One soul split between two, but it was basically two different beings.
Harry would use the time turner to go back a week, and then meet himself later. Then they would merge and become whole again, with all the experiences and knowledge they had gone through combined. It made learning tasks, languages, and magics so much easier. Not to mention it was a rush to get all that new information brought to you.
He had used the time turner to know when the ritual would take place, it was why the magical backlash was so powerful. It extended from not one, but two sources. His second half had been inside the chamber when the leech was removed, but magic itself saw that there were two of them, so the magical overload was twice as large. The second Harry did not go through as much pain as the original, but it was still excruciating. They had made sure to plan for it though, so everything would be fine. He had not planned for the crests to show up, but he knew what they meant. He hummed and stroked his chin in thought, and then the doors to the infirmary opened. The headmaster along with his head of house strolled in. The headmaster smiled, in a deliriously good mood.
"Ah! Mr. Potter! You're awake.. wonderful. I must say, simply amazing how much closer we are to taking care of Harry nodded with a smile. "The soul rod is already detecting his magic, but we don't know if it is lingering from the Diadem or still absorbing the taint." At this, Harry smiled again.
"Oh, it's reacting to a curse on a certain position." Dumbledore's eyebrow rose and he smiled.
"We've been looking for that for quite some time. We shall be rid of it comes the new year. Most excellent indeed. Now, I thi-" He was cut off as the doors opened again, and this time there was only one person coming in. Daphne Greengrass.
She stroked with purpose towards Harry's bed and he gave her a bright, ice-melting smile.
Dumbledore was about to ask if everything was alright when he saw the crest and its color on her breast. He blinked and then looked at Harry who nodded. Dumbledore turned to the young woman.
"I take it you wish to speak with your husband then?" She nodded and McGonagall squawked in surprise before she was led behind some privacy screens to be informed. Daphne came up to him, and when the privacy screens were up she gave him a body-tingling kiss. She broke apart after what could have been minutes.. or days, and her icy persona back in full effect.
"Consort Black, huh? When were you going to tell me of this?" She gestured to her crest. He shrugged softly and caressed it.
"When I knew it was official. I assumed magic had already started joining my ladies more securely to me, but I wanted to be sure.
Before I could get to Gringotts though, I had something to take care of." He pointed to his scar and she looked up, gasping as it was barely visible now. She stroked it and he sighed, leaning his head into her touch as she moved her fingers through his hair gently.
"You're a right bastard, you know that? You scared the fuck out of us in Slytherin house. Crests just… appeared on your girls." She glared. "And my sister." She gripped his hair a little less gently and he gave her a wink and a grin.
"You know I haven't touched her like that, Daphne. Either she would have told you, or you would have been there. She is just under my protection." She nodded and then eased on her grip, giving him another kiss.
"I assume the headmaster is talking to my head of house to get our new quarters ready. Oh man.. it is going to be a full house next term." She raised and eyebrow. "Like I am going to leave any of my ladies in their houses if they don't want to be. I need the room." He smirked before he started counting off his fingers while saying names.
"I need space for you, Astoria, Tracey, Pansy, Millicent, Padma and Parvati, Hermione, Lavender, Susan, Hannah, and of course Luna. My older ladies will stay in their homes or quarters for obvious reasons." He winked and she nodded. "There will also be the chance to open up more space should there be any new ladies who join, you understand." She nodded again and then he caressed her neck and cheek. "I'd like to… properly acknowledge you as my lady consort, meet me in the room?" She blushed but nodded, getting another kiss before she went off. McGonagall came to him, lips in a tight firm line before she spoke.
"Mr. Potter, the headmaster has informed me of what is to happen. He is off preparing the room and has tasked me with asking you if there are any others besides Ms. Gree-" She paused. "Mrs. Black, who will be joining you." She seemed not upset, but partially disappointed at having to correct the name of the young woman.
Harry nodded and then spoke clearly for her.
"I will need an extra thirteen rooms." She sputtered and he spoke of the names, finishing with a smile. "I say thirteen because there are 11 ladies and me. That makes twelve, and two for any parents or friends that visit and it gets past curfew and the like. I have to be a good host and a gentleman." She got another curt nod before she called an elf after writing this out on parchment. Sending it off to the headmaster before giving him a stern look.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself about this, Mr. Potter?" Her hands were crossed in front of her, looking like she wanted to rant and rave, but she kept it to herself. Harry smiled at her and then shrugged.
"I am living my life, Prof. McGonagall. I have the affection and love of so many witches, who am I to deny them anything, or myself? I am responsible, and careful, and I make sure my studies do not suffer. I do not see how it can be troublesome in any way." McGonagall wanted to be upset, but she could honestly find little in the form of an argument for this. He was young, but at least he was not parading it around the castle as if he was some kind of gigolo. No doubt the rumors would be bad enough without him doing that. She sighed and nodded.
"Very well, Mr. Potter. While you will be living outside of it, you are still part of my house. I hope you keep being the responsible young man you have become." She had a ghost of a smile before turning on her heel and leaving. He chuckled and then smiled as Poppy returned. She had waited till the visitors had come and gone. She gave him a few extra potions and was given a kiss before he got out of bed.
"And where do you think you're going, Mr. Potter?" She was in healer mode, so the familiar address was not there.
"To my room, Poppy. I feel the best I have felt in years. No soreness, no pain. My core is brilliant and pumping. I feel like I could run around Hogwarts, then collapse as I curse myself for forgetting how large Hogwarts is." She snorted and sighed. A final scan and then she gave his rump a swat.
"Get out of here then. I had better not see you in here before March!" He laughed and then after a nice kiss left to go see his Consort.
When Harry got to the room he was pleased to see that Daphne was already inside, but disillusioned just in case. He did a quick sweet with his wand and then did his customary spell bundle on the room. Smiling at her when she appeared but putting a finger to his lips. She raised an eyebrow and he just came to her for a soft kiss.
"How does it feel to be the Lady Black, my sweet queen?" He stroked her sides and she smiled, leaning into his grip.
"Good, my Lord Black. Not only will it help keep my family safe, but it guarantee's my future outside of school." He nodded and then after removing his glamour gave her neck a kiss and stroked her sides and hips.
"Now, my sweet Lady Black, let your lord continue to express what his lady is to expect for the rest of her days." She grinned softly and then gave him another kiss before she pushed away.
"Oh no, your Lady Black is in no mood for pleasing her Lord Black. She feels the conversation is much more interesting right now." She nodded and then inwardly shivered at the look of feral need on his face. gasping as he tugged her closer and gave her a deep kiss.
Nibbling on her lower lip before growling against her neck.
"You will not deny your Lord Black. You are his consort, and you will have to learn your place eventually." She huffed, but once again inwardly shuddered. This playful banter back and forth always had her blood pumping because she knew it was completely safe and enjoyable. She let out another gasp when he tore off her blouse, leaving her in just her skirt and lacy emerald bra.
"You even dress to please him, and yet you try and deny him?" He growled and then her bra was gone, hands roughly, but not painfully grasping her perfect breasts. Tugging and squeezing as she fought gently, no real fight in it as it had been a few days since was last with her. He leaned down and gave her nipples a suckle and nip each. Caressing her sides as he held her close and enjoyed her wonderful taste. Popping off lewdly and looking at her. "You're over-dressed, you know I do not like that, my Lady Black." She huffed and pushed away, moving towards the bed with a swish to her hips, starting to take her time taking off her skirt.
Another yelp, he had to admit he loved them coming from her, as he made short work of her skirt. Stroking her hips and then bending her forward with his own pants quick to be gone. She felt his heat against her partially tanned ass and then gripped the sheets as she was filled with his length in one smooth motion. His hips started to thrust at that rough, steady speed she loved so much.
"M-Merlin! Y-yes… j-just like that my L-Lord Black! C-Claim your c- consort like only you can." Her moans echoed in the room and she felt that tingling warmth of being so full and stretched that she had needed. His grunts and groans joined her moans as he took her firmly. Not as rough as his Veela, but he had a specific pace for her that she seemed to love. He gave her ass a swat and she groaned and tightened around him, but he did not pop. No, he just kept going. Hissing and then starting to play with her little hole.
"You know.. m-my Lady B-Black… I have yet to c-claim you completely." She gasped and paused shuddering as he had stopped as well. Looking back at him with lust and slight anxiousness.
"I-I don't know if I can handle you there, my Lord Black. Y-You are… far too thick." He tsk'd softly and stroked her hips and ass.
"Oh, you're more than capable. You just have to relax… I suppose you deserve something as an incentive first." He gave her ass another swat before her moans were once again pushed out of her lips as he started to power into her again. Her soft cries of 'yes' made him power that much harder, loving every moment of her delicious moans. All good things came to an end, however, and soon he was filling her with copious amounts of his essence.
He shuddered and held her close, tightly against him as her body milked him of everything he had to offer. He huffed and leaned down, kissing her neck before he let her slide onto the bed, panting. She had little chance to recover though, already being stimulated again after a few cleaning charms. Her untouched hole getting licked and prodded. His tongue was gentle, searching, and most assuredly a new experience for her.
His hands caressed her ass and thighs, and his tongue even slipped into her slightly opened pussy to lick and suckle her juices mixed with his. He knew how he tasted, this was not the first time he did this, but he had no qualms about it. He then stroked her ass and with a gentle lubrication, spell slipped his finger into her. Earning a gasp of surprise and a reflexive clench.
"Ah… now, relax, my sweet lady. You know I would never hurt you, right?" She nodded softly and sighed, taking a few deep breaths and trying her best to relax. It was easier said than done, but he felt her unclench. She bit her lip as the sensation was definitely different, but it wasn't terrible. He slipped his finger deeper into her and heard her shudder at this. He smiled and then added a second finger, causing her to gasp at the thickness of it.
"That's two now… if you can handle three, then I am sure you can take my thickness." She nodded, still doing her best to relax as he did just that. His third finger wriggled into her, and he smiled as he heard her sigh. He started to them in and out of her slowly, and she bit her lip, but only slightly from discomfort. At her first moan from this type of stimulation, he chuckled and sped up just a bit.
"I knew you'd like it, my sweet lady. You love it when I just… swat your ass, I had a feeling you'd like a little more." She looked back at him with a glare and then groaned as he kept up on the movement within her. He let her have a few more sweet minutes of this new pleasure before he took his fingers out. He cleaned them of the lubrication and then sat on the bed beside her, giving her a kiss. Stroking her neck and then giving her a serious look.
"Now, my Daphne, do you trust me? Trust me that I would never do anything to hurt you or hinder our happiness?" She was confused for a moment but then gave him a nod. He gave her a kiss before she was on his lap, facing him. Shuddering as he slipped into her pussy again, making her shudder as he whispered into her neck. "Then relax, alright?" She nodded again, confused until she felt a second pair of hands on her. She looked back to see a second Harry behind her, giving her a wink before she looked at the first.
"I'll explain later." She was about to say something but a gasp came out instead as she was slowly, but steadily being filled with his thickness in her ass. Shuddering and holding onto the Harry beneath her before she gasped and shuddered heavily. She thought she had been full her first time with Harry, but this was a totally different level. Both hands roamed her body and then she felt a kiss on either side of her neck. "Now… let's see how much our sweet lady can handle, shall we?" She heard a 'Oh yes, lets.' from behind her before they started pumping into her nice and slow.
There was never a moment that she was not filled with hot, pumping thickness. If one was pumping out, the other was pumping in. They worked in tandem on her body to give her as much pleasure as physically possible. Her soft, muffled moans of being completely filled turned into unabashed moans of delight.
One hand on the Harry in front of her's shoulder, the other on the hip of the Harry thrusting into her from behind. Her hips moved and gyrated on both of them as she got further into it. Her moans and groans were replaced by sharp intakes of air at the exertion she was being put through. The heat from both of the bodies against hers made her sweat, but it was a delicious feeling.
"F-Fuck me… y-you b-bastards. M-Merlin a-and Morgana this i-is amazing!" She shuddered as it took everything out of her not only to enjoy the double stimulation but to please the men within her. It took a lot quite a bit, but eventually, she was letting out heavier moans before she let out a cry that had her clenching on both of the lengths within her. She shuddered and leaned down onto the Harry under her as she felt her holes get filled with wonderful warmth.
She couldn't tell if she was released from getting her ass taken, or her pussy.. she guessed it was both, at least she would guess that when coherent thought returned to her. She shuddered when she the dick in her ass get slowly removed, then gasped when she felt a wave of magic over her and Harry. She looked back to see no second Harry, then looked down to the one still within her. Getting a kiss and then she was brought to rest on his chest.
"L-Like I said.. I'll explain later, my lady Wife." She smiled and then got another kiss, grinding onto him and then slumping.
"S-Shit.. I-I am going to b-be sore for days. Y-You had better g-get me the b-best damned yule gift ever." She huffed and he chuckled, kissing her neck.
"I don't know… I think having two of me for a bit was a good gift." She snorted, very un-ladylike before she stroked his chest.
"Ass… I still expect a gift, I am your wife now after all." He nodded and then squeezed her closely. He flicked off a Patronus message to the ladies waiting for her and then snuggled with her into the bed they were on. Today had started off so great, and he knew it was going to end the same, and he was not disappointing at all.
Chapter 12: Hermione Granger 2
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Plot for now
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Hermione Granger was sitting at her kitchen table, trying to explain the crest on her robes to her parents. She had been showing them the permanent warming and cooling charms she had put on them as a 6th-year project when the magic washed over them and the house.
It had put up rudimentary wards and put the crest on all of her robes. She had paled and started panicking immediately when she saw them, going through all her books to find out the cause. She had remembered something about crests that Daphne and the Patil twins had told her, but she needed to be sure. It was what brought her here, a folded robe, crest visible on the table. Her mother spoke in a measured tone.
"So, Hermione, you're part of a… Harem?" Her tone was measured, but Hermione felt the coolness behind it. She nodded softly, her father speaking. His tone not so measured.
"Well, then you'll just have to get out of it! I will not have some… some BOY govern my little girl's life. A harem… this is ridiculous! Is he going to just.. pass you around if he gets tired of you? No, this is unacceptable!" He growled at her and then turned to his wife. "I told you we should have pulled her out after that business last June.
I told you that she would only get herself into something worse. Now, look what happened. She was supposed to grow up, and get her PhD, or Masters in something. Now she is going to be a… a concubine for some boy her age?" He huffed and Hermione started taking deep breaths, counting slowly. Her father had been getting more and more agitated about he magical world as time went by. Her mother just wanted to be in her life, so she was more accepting.
"I am not a concubine, dad. I am a mistress of House Potter. There is a difference!" She almost hissed out, taking a deep breath. "Harry would never pass any of us around. He cares for us. I am pretty sure he didn't even do this on purpose!" She gestured to the crest. "He would have told me, or at least warned me of a possibility."
She heard a growl from her father, "Then how did you know about the crests? Or had the book for it, huh? Explain that young lady." She huffed and crossed her arms.
"My friend Daphne gave it to me and helped explain it to me. She said it was how things were done in the wizarding world. At least with dying families. The Potters and the Blacks are powerful families, their lines need to be continued." She caressed the crest on her robes. "The silver means I am a mistress. Gold would have meant I was a Consort or Lady Wife. That means another of his girls is that, or it has not been chosen yet." She looked up at her parents. "This is more than just me being in a Harem, dad. This is me getting respect in a world where I would otherwise be a pariah because I was not born to magical parents. I'll be able to leave Hogwarts and get a job, a good one. I'll be protected from those who would wish me harm. Even the most bigoted of those in power know better than to mess with the Potters and the Blacks. The families together make them a powerhouse." She smiled, trying to be reassuring, but her father wasn't having it.
"No. I am putting my foot down on this. You are getting out of this Harem, out of this damned school, and going back to take your normal studies. You will go to college and make something of yourself." He nodded as if that was final and was surprised when Hermione's wand came to her hand in a flick of her wrist.
"No, father, I cannot allow that." Her tone was cold, but he saw the angry, frustrated tears that had started to fall. "I am a witch, I will always be a witch. I'll take my studies when I am out of can't make me leave." He glared softly, partially upset at the tears he caused, but he was not backing down.
"I am your father, and this is my house. What I say goes in my house! Give me the wand, and your things, you will not be returning." He moved around the table to do just that, but as he was a muggle he did not get far.
"Incarcerous! Petrificus Totalus! Pulvino! "
He was surprised by the ropes tightly binding him, and even more so by his body being forced not to answer to his desire to move. He fell forwards onto his face, but once again was surprised at the lack of hardness on the floor. Instead, it was almost like he landed on a pillow. She turned him over with another flick of her wand and crouched down.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, but I won't let you take this from me. Harry loves me, I know he does. He has told me as much. I won't leave him… this is my life now. Somnus ." His eyes closed as she cast the sleep spell on him. She then got up and looked at her mother, who seemed to be frozen in surprise and fear at her daughter.
"Your thoughts on this, Mother?" Charlotte Granger winced at the stoic tone and looked at her daughter.
"I think you should probably get your father off the floor and onto the couch. He is going to be sleeping there for a while." She got up and came to her daughter, engulfing her in a hug. "I am not.. pleased by all of this, but I knew that you were going to be part of something bigger than we thought when you entered that world. I do have a few agreements with your father, but I am not about to try and force you to do anything. You're an adult, at least in that world, so I'll just stand by you." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and after taking her father to the couch sat with her mother on the loveseat.
Then she spent a good bit of time crying. She had always been a daddy's girl, it hurt that he had been so… unreasonable. Her mother said a few days would help, and she hoped that was true. After a few hours of talking and crying with her mother, she went to her room. She had a letter to write to a certain black-haired, green-eyed wizard.
Chapter 13: Order of the Green Eyed Hunk
Notes:
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Chapter Text
The end of December came and went, and then on the 2nd of January, the Leaky Cauldron was host to a large group of witches. They all came in separately but migrated to the same rented room. It was a conference room and it was one of the bigger ones. Not only had they rented it out but they had ordered a meal for the lot of them. It was a nice chunk of business at this time of year. The table was separated into two sections: Potter and Black. On the left were the Blacks, and on the right were the Potters.
On the Black side were as follows. At the head of that side was Daphne, the Consort Black. Followed by the mistresses' which included Pansy Parkinson, Padma Patil, Hannah Abbot, and Lavender Brown… and that's when it started to get confusing for the younger ladies. Also on the Black side was Narcissa Black, Amelia Bones, Andromeda Black, Nymphadora Black, Gabrielle Delacour, and Professor Aurora Sinistra.
If possible, the Potter side was almost weirder. At the head of the table was Luna Lovegood. On the mistress portion sat Millicent Bulstrode, Tracy Davis, Hermione Granger, Parvati Patil, Susan Bones.. and then Beatrice Rosmerta, Poppy Pomfrey, Fleur Delacour, and a cloaked female. Her face, hands, and arms were covered, but the curves on her robes showed that she was indeed a woman. There was a bit of commotion at the number of ladies around the table, but it was quieted by the whistle from the head of the table from Luna. She gave a serene smile and spoke in her airy, but oddly non-dreamy voice.
"Hello everyone, and welcome to the first meeting of the Order of the Green Eyed Hunk." She giggled softly and Daphne sighed beside her. Luna kept on, however. "We are all here because on the Winter Solstice, we all became part of the Harem of one Harry Potter-Black. There are quite a few of us here, and I am sure we all know each other, so we shall not dally on that. However… there is something that is mandatory. We must all swear to keep this confidential. We wouldn't want this to get into the papers, would we? Harry has enough on his plate." There were a few agreements before the oaths were taken.
"Good! Now that it is out of the way, let's start the meeting. We must first choose a leader. The logical thing would be either me or Daphne in charge, we are the Lady Wives of our lord Potter-Black. However, we are fair and we should take it to a vote." There was a bunch of talking and murmuring before Narcissa spoke. Her tone was not snooty or condescending, but it held an honesty to it as she did.
"I vote between two witches. Either myself or Poppy." She held up a hand to forestall protests for now. "Myself because of the obvious reasons. I am older and wiser than most of the ladies here, and I know how to deal with the political stance of all of this. Not only that, but I am also out of the public eye, and while it would be stupid for anyone to attack either one of us, there are those who lack the brain to restrain themselves. I also vote for Poppy because she is the oldest of us all, and has her own wisdom and experience." She smiled and nodded to Poppy, who smiled in return with a gentle flush to her cheeks. Getting a wink and a kiss blown to her by Rosmerta.
That set the tone for the rest of the meeting, and it went on for quite a while. Though there were some quarrels abound, it was mostly civil. Just after lunch was served the talking started again, however, it was interrupted by Hermione, who had been fidgeting most of the meeting. She twitched and then raised her hand. There was a sharp whistle from Luna again before she addressed the twitchy witch.
"What's wrong, Hermione? You seem as if the Skin Dillies are crawling all over you." Hermione let out an exasperated huff before she looked at the cloaked witch, who had not spoken or done anything but listen and eat.
"I want to know who you are, Ms. Mysterious witch. We've all talked, we've all discussed, but you have been silent. We know you are a mistress of house Potter, but we don't know who you are or how you became one." She had her arms crossed The table was more of a long oval shape that was rectangular, so where Hermione and the cloaked witch sat they could look right at each other. The voice that came from the witch made the blood of certain others run cold.
"Oooh… what's the matter? Is the itty bitty new-blood witch afraid of what she doesn't know?" Bellatrix lowered her hood, giggling gleefully at the look of horror on most of the younger witches' faces, and there were only three who seemed.. .fine with it.
"Lestrange! What are you doing here… n-no. H-How could he…" Amelia spoke, a tremor in her voice at this. Looking at the notorious witch with anger and fear in her eyes. Bellatrix decided to not disappoint with her response.
"It's simple, really. I would have thought at your age you know how he does it. He took his fat, hard co-" She laughed after a soft wince when her older sister, who was sitting next to her on the Black side, reached over and slapped her upside the head.
"Behave, Trixie." She got a tongue as a response and then Narcissa spoke.
"Bellatrix assumed she would be able to ambush and take our lord to her old master. She did not know at the time he was Lord Black, and as a daughter of the house, could not harm her lord. Trixie, show them." Bellatrix huffed but did as she was told. Her left forearm was bared, showing clean, but still agitated skin. "He removed the mark, and in doing so stripped a good portion of the dark magic-induced insanity that came with it." Bellatrix put her arm and sleeve back down.
"She is truly regretful of all that she has done, but she is also now a mistress of House Potter, and any punishment must be met out by our Lord." Every one of the girls noticed that at the word punishment Bellatrix shuddered, and not in a good way.
"Does that help you, Ms. Granger?" Narcissa finished, looking at Hermione who nodded curtly. Luna cleared her throat before she sipped some of her juice. She looked around at everyone who was looking at her.
"What? My throat was dry." There was a small, collective groan before she giggled and did speak as she had intended. "I think it would be good to call this meeting of the Order of the Green-Eyed Hunk to a close. Everyone can think about their choices and send them all to me and the Lady Black.
We shall go over the votes properly and then at the next meeting the results will be told. Any questions before we leave?" She turned to Hermione who had a small blush on her face. "Yes, Mistress Potter?" Hermione blushed again, this was still new for her.
"Yes… well, first, just Hermione. You know that Luna." The wide-eyed blonde nodded and gestured for her to go on. "Are we… really going to call ourselves that? I mean… it's kinda silly, isn't it?" Luna giggled but didn't respond, however, Bellatrix decided to.
"Yes, rather silly. It's also silly that lord Potter has twenty-one witches to diddle and fuck whenever he wants to. Oh don't even say it, you know if he asked you to slip under his desk in the middle of Charms class you'd only ask he cast a notice-me-not on you. He's just not that kinda man, much more respectful."
There were a few murmurs of agreement before silence. They all then looked at Luna when they heard a few squeaks come from a rubber duck. "And that concludes the meeting." She looked around at their incredulous looks. "What?"