Chapter 25: The Final BondChapter Text"I didn't think much about it last night, but it does seem weird bragging to your father about shagging you," Harry remarked with an amused curl of his lips.
Daphne snorted, her mirthful gaze affixed on the Beauxbatons carriage in the distance.
"So you do admit it'd be bragging," she replied, squeezing his hand affectionately.
"Well, I know it's no small feat satisfying three brilliant women like you together."
"Not to worry, mon amour. My Papa is with a veela too. Safe to say, he must be very capable himself," Fleur let out a tinkling laugh, pecking him on the cheek.
"You really are a pervert," Valerie smirked as she walked on Fleur's other side.
"And you all won't have me any other way," Fleur grinned.
"Nah, wrong," Harry shook his head, smiling. "I'd have all of you in any way possible. Nothing's gonna change that."
The three young women exchanged understanding looks with each other, their eyes filled with tender love for their man as they walked toward the carriage.
Fleur, ever the eloquent one, quipped instantly. "And he's gone being sappy again. For a man who's going to kick that dark wizard's butt, you sure are a softy."
Harry chuckled at her teasing grin. Although they had not performed the ritual yet, they had shared enough with her over the weeks so that she could understand what she was truly getting into. Fleur was no coward and she emphatically asserted herself with them, proclaiming proudly that she would fight alongside her lovers, and that had been the end of the discussion.
It took them a few minutes until they were back in the carriage and one look at the Delacours told them that they knew what had transpired the previous night between them. Fleur's mother, Apolline Delacour smiled brilliantly as her daughter gave her a meaningful nod accompanied by a bright grin. Meanwhile, her father, Antoine Delacour merely inclined his head in acknowledgment. The man did not look overly happy but he seemed accepting of the fact that his daughter had found someone, or rather, a few she wanted to spend her life with and it was the best match her veela magic could ever bond with.
"So it's done, hmm? I must admit I am surprised," Apolline remarked as she welcomed them and they took their respective seats.
"Yes, Maman," Fleur smiled. "'Arry successfully convinced the veela last night. She has no complaints now."
Apolline nodded and shifted her gaze to her husband who looked distinctly uncomfortable. Feeling her eyes on him, he let out a small sigh and nodded.
"Then I believe there is nothing else to discuss," the man replied and turned to Harry who gazed back respectfully.
"I can understand how hard it must be for you, but thank you for agreeing to this," he intoned politely.
"My daughters' happiness is the most important thing for me," Antoine sighed. "It was a given that she could never find true happiness if she couldn't be with you, so opposing this union was never in my best interests. You only had to convince the veela, and now that you have, I believe we are ready to move ahead with this."
Harry nodded and turned to Fleur. The veela graced him with a loving smile.
"If it isn't too much of an ask," Apolline's enquiring voice caught their attention. The woman smiled. "Both my husband and I would like it if you performed this ritual right here in front of us. We know it would happen in an instant but we would like to see what happens right after."
"Err…" Harry trailed off, glancing at Daphne and Valerie who let out small chuckles. The two young women explained what followed the ritual and the Delacour parents instantly shut up.
"I see…" Apolline muttered awkwardly, glancing at her husband mirthfully. He was pointedly keeping his eyes averted from their entourage. "We can't help it then."
Fleur gave her mother a warm smile.
"So this ritual… it would make you married once you do it?" Antoine asked, earning a nod from Harry.
"Yes, it's a pure bonding ritual which means we will be together until the end of our days. Even the family records are updated as they usually do after a wizarding or muggle marriage."
The meaning was not lost on anyone and perhaps for the final time, Antoine fixed his daughter with a serious gaze.
"You do understand you all will die together if anything happens to either one of you, right?" He asked with a foreboding voice, undoubtedly scared for his daughter's life and not at all pleased that it depended on not one, but three other people.
For her part, Fleur was totally assured and she nodded firmly, her face set in determination.
"I understand everything this involves, Papa," she replied softly. "And I accept everything about this union – both the good and the bad."
Antoine Delacour took a deep breath as he held his wife's hand firmly, squeezing as he exchanged a meaningful look with her.
"All right," he whispered. "You have our blessings."
Harry felt relief wash over him as he squeezed Fleur's hand and gazed at her father, fully understanding everything he was thinking.
"I will do everything in my power to do right by Fleur," he intoned promisingly. "And I will ensure all your reservations would be for nothing. You have my word."
Antoine Delacour gazed at Harry Potter with his lips set in a thin line. The two kept staring at each other, silently communicating their feelings and finally, Antoine let out a small smile.
"I will hold you on to that promise," he said, raising his teacup in a toast as he regarded everyone. "And it might be unconventional, but still, welcome to the family, all three of you."
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"Those prissies do love to eye up men who are taken, don't they?"
"Only a particular one, I'm afraid."
"Hmm. Can't say I blame them, even though I'd prefer them to keep their eyes far away from this," Valerie nodded, and Harry's breath hitched when she grabbed his manhood under the table.
"Again?" He asked in exasperation, eyeing her up.
"You gonna complain?" She asked huskily, leaning closer.
Harry smirked and glanced away, refocusing on his breakfast.
"Thought so," Valerie chuckled and took her hand off. Turning toward Fleur, she asked, "You'd said you had a plan? For the Ball?"
"Oh yes," the veela smirked. "And one which I bet we all will enjoy a lot."
"The pervert's brain is cooking something," Valerie remarked dryly. "Go on. What is it?"
"Not here," Fleur replied. "I'll tell you all when we get back to our bedroom upstairs."
"Hmm… I got no clue what you're thinking but I can say it's gonna be fun," Valerie grinned. "Right, Daph?"
Daphne did not respond and as they turned toward her, they were surprised to see her staring at the Daily Prophet with a shocked face. She had gone white, her eyes wide in shock and her hands gripping the paper tight enough to almost tear it.
Unbeknownst to them, she was not alone. Every person present in the Great Hall who had picked up the paper as it arrived barely a minute ago was staring at the front page with an ashen face.
"Daph?" Harry asked in concern, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder while the other took the hand holding the paper, pulling it closer. He leaned over to take a look and his eyes bugged out.
"What?" He whispered as he slowly lowered the paper on the table so that Fleur and Valerie could also see and he heard the former's gasp while the latter's hand tightened on his thigh.
Shocked, the foursome read the article with growing disbelief.
MASS BREAKOUT AT AZKABAN PRISON – WEREWOLVES ATTACK!
By Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent
In a shocking display of carnage, the Azkaban prison was the site of a brutal assault last night that has left the wizarding world reeling. In a coordinated attack, a pack of savage werewolves, led by the notorious Fenrir Greyback, stormed the island fortress, easily overwhelming the Auror guards and setting free numerous dangerous criminals.
Eyewitness accounts paint a grisly picture of the carnage that unfolded. "It was absolute pandemonium," recounts one Auror, who managed to escape and wishes to remain anonymous. "We were simply no match for their brute strength and savage nature. They tore through us like wild animals."
Indeed, the scene left in the wake of the attack is nothing short of horrifying. Numerous aurors lay dead, their bodies scattered across the island, while several high-profile Death Eaters successfully managed to escape the confines of their cells.
Indeed, the escaped prisoners include some of the most dangerous witches and wizards in recent memory – Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Amycus and Alecto Carrow, and Augustus Rookwood, to name a few. With these hardened criminals roaming free, the wizarding world faces a grave new threat.
The big question on everyone's mind - how could this happen? How could the Ministry's vaunted security measures at Azkaban be so easily breached? Surely, with the dementors guarding the prison, one would think the Ministry would have firm control over the island prison.
Clearly, that was not the case. Sources within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement have indicated that staffing levels at Azkaban have been woefully inadequate, with Aurors spread thin across other priorities. Furthermore, intelligence gathering on potential threats to the prison appears to have been sorely lacking.
"It's an absolute disgrace," another auror who wishes to remain anonymous fumed. "We've been warning the higher-ups for months about the potential threat of a werewolf attack, but our concerns were brushed aside. Now look at the mess we have on our hands."
However, what raises the most suspicion is the sudden order from an undisclosed ministerial department to recall more than half of the auror force from Azkaban mere hours before the attack. Furthermore, the dementors happened to desert the fortress as well and no communication or warning signals could be received to or from the island, painting a rather grim picture.
Does this indicate the involvement of a high-ranked ministry official who could have access to the official documents to issue such a command? Can we even consider the walls of Azkaban to be the impenetrable fortress we once believed?
The readers should remember that Lord Sirius Black, who has since been cleared of all charges, and his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, who has been proclaimed dead, also succeeded in escaping the island prison a little over a year ago.
Greyback and his pack of murdering werewolves have since disappeared into the night, their whereabouts unknown.
The time has come for a full, transparent investigation into the glaring security failures that allowed this tragedy to unfold. The credibility of the Ministry hangs in the balance, and we the people demand answers.
For if Azkaban is no longer safe, then nowhere in the wizarding world is.
"How the fuck did this happen!?" Harry hissed as he shoved the paper to the side.
"This isn't Greyback," Valerie whispered assuredly, earning herself the attention of all her spouses. "He's a beast. He doesn't have the brains to manage something on this scale. Someone cleared the way for him and all he had to do was what he and his pack does best. Massacre."
"The article does point out those suspicious commands," Daphne nodded. "I bet someone from the ministry is the mastermind."
"Who though?" Harry took a deep breath as he thought about it. "Who stands out? Maybe one of the recent promotions or appointments? Does anyone ring a bell?"
"The heads of department have been the same for over a decade now, and all are beyond suspicion," Daphne said gravely. "Fudge is a coward who wants peace. He'd rather stick his head in the sand than trigger an avalanche for his government like this. It can't be him either."
"Has to be one of the department heads or people close to them," Fleur intoned softly. She and Harry had performed the ritual barely an hour ago and she knew everything there was to know about all three of her spouses and the things they knew.
"I guess this explains Dumbledore's absence from breakfast today," Harry muttered, glancing over at the professors' table where they all sat solemnly, no doubt concerned about the mass breakout.
"Why now though?" Valerie whispered, turning to her left where Harry and Daphne gazed at her. "Voldemort is nowhere to be found. They've got no motivation to arrange for something so massive and risky."
"I've also got a bad feeling about this," Daphne nodded, grimacing. "Things are moving behind the scenes, Harry. I know you can feel it as well."
"I guess we need to operate on the worst assumption there can be," he said with a disdainful glance toward the newspaper. "That way, we won't be surprised with whatever happens and would be prepared either way."
"Agreed," Fleur nodded firmly. "We have to assume Voldemort is back and has freed his dogs from prison."
"Exactly," Harry nodded. "How it happened... how could it happen… it's useless to think about it. We have to do what we can, and that is to destroy that bastard's remaining horcruxes so that I can finally put him where he belongs. With no chance of coming back again."
The three girls exchanged meaningful glances and nodded. They all clasped their hands on the table, joining with Harry who squeezed firmly. They did indeed need to do what they could.
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The news of the Azkaban breakout cast a subdued atmosphere over the castle of Hogwarts for over a day before things reverted to normal.
It was the time for the dueling tournament to begin and Harry found himself seated with Daphne, Fleur, and Valerie in the stands of the Quidditch stadium that had been modified with a covered turf and roof. The stands had also been expanded down to the ground to accommodate the sheer number of spectators from Britain and overseas who had arrived to attend the event.
It was quite a spectacle and they all were surprised to see even more students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive to participate. It seemed to embolden several Hogwarts students to put their quill to parchment as well—students who were initially undecided on whether to participate.
The roar of the crowd filled the packed stadium as students and the public alike filed into the stands, leaving no seat vacant. Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Magical Games and Sports Department, stepped up to the podium in the middle of the pitch, all smiles, and his magically amplified voice booming across the packed stadium.
"WELCOME, WELCOME ONE AND ALL!" Bagman exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "THANK YOU ALL FOR JOINING US TODAY FOR THE DUELING TOURNAMENT, A HISTORIC EVENT BRINGING TOGETHER THE FINEST YOUNG WITCHES AND WIZARDS FROM HOGWARTS, BEAUXBATONS, AND DURMSTRANG!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, students from each school waving their house or school banners enthusiastically.
Bagman raised his hands to quiet the crowd. "AYE, AYE. I CAN SEE YOU ALL ARE VERY EXCITED, SO IT'D BE QUITE RUDE OF ME TO MAKE YOU WAIT LONGER THAN YOU ALREADY HAVE. SO LET US BEGIN, SHALL WE?"
The crowd's enthusiasm did not diminish in the slightest. Bagman beamed, soaking in the cheers as he cast his gaze around.
"ALLOW ME TO INFORM YOU ABOUT THE TOURNAMENT FIRST. WE HAVE A TOTAL OF 512 PARTICIPANTS VYING FOR THE TITLE OF THE DUELING CHAMPION! THE ROUNDS WILL ALL BE STRAIGHT KNOCKOUT UNTIL THE FINALS, WHICH MEANS THE ROOM FOR ERROR IS NONE!"
The people kept cheering and one had to give it to Bagman. He knew how to play the crowd.
"WE WILL HAVE THE QUALIFIERS FIRST – STRAIGHT KNOCKOUT DUELS THAT WILL LAST UNTIL ONE OF THE DUELISTS HAS BEEN KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS, SURRENDERS, OR IS OTHERWISE PREVENTED FROM CONTINUING. THAT SHALL INCLUDE LOSING ONE'S WAND TEMPORARILY. THE QUALIFIERS WILL CONTINUE UNTIL WE ARE DOWN TO THE FINAL 64 COMPETITORS. THE FINALS WILL HAVE ONE LITTLE RULE CHANGE. IT WILL BE PLAYED IN A BEST OF THREE FORMAT UNLESS ONE OF THE DUELISTS IS RENDERED UNABLE TO CONTINUE!"
The cheers were accompanied by whispers this time as the crowd discussed this new rule excitedly, speculating on its impact upon the duels that would be taking place.
"OF COURSE, TO PRESERVE THE INTEGRITY OF BOTH THE TOURNAMENTS AND TO ENSURE NO UNNECESSARY MISHAPS IMPEDE ON THE PROGRESSION OF THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT, OUR CHAMPIONS – HARRY POTTER, FLEUR DELACOUR, AND VIKTOR KRUM, SHALL NOT BE PARTICIPATING IN THE DUELING TOURNAMENT!"
There was a collective groan from the crowd at the announcement, their disappointment evident. Bagman chuckled and raised his hands once again.
"WORRY NOT, MY GOOD FRIENDS! YOU ARE IN FOR A SPECTACULAR DISPLAY OF MAGICAL SKILL AND DUELING PROWESS FROM THESE TALENTED YOUNG WITCHES AND WIZARDS FROM THE OF THE FINEST WIZARDING INSTITUTIONS ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET! AS I TOLD YOU MOMENTS AGO, WE WILL HAVE QUALIFIERS FIRST UNTIL WE ARE LEFT WITH THE FINAL 64. ALL THESE MATCHUPS HAVE BEEN DRAWN AT RANDOM AND WE WILL NOW UNVEIL THE 256 MATCHES THAT WOULD FORM THE ROUND 1!"
All eyes turned to the magical screen suspended high above the stadium that flickered to life. The Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang crests were displayed proudly on top, and slowly, names and images of the competitors began to appear. The crowd buzzed with excitement as they spotted familiar names.
"Who are they?" Harry's brows furrowed as he gazed at the boys whose names appeared with Daphne and Valerie.
"The uniforms are of Durmstrang," Daphne observed.
"Which means the duels should be more exciting," Valerie smirked before she glanced at Fleur. "No offense."
Fleur chuckled and waved her hand dismissively.
"Their reputation is well earned, and to be honest, I'm also looking forward to seeing what they'll come up with."
The arena began to morph in front of their eyes and they saw multiple mini-arenas emerge all across the covered Quidditch pitch.
"THE FIRST ROUND SHALL BEGIN MOMENTARILY. COMPETITORS FROM DUELS 1 TO 16 ARE REQUESTED TO MAKE THEIR WAY OVER TO THE DRESSING ROOM FOR PRECAUTIONARY INSPECTION. THE REST ARE ALSO REQUESTED TO MAKE THEIR WAY OVER TO THE GROUNDS WHERE THE HEALERS FROM SAINT MUNGOS ARE WAITING FOR YOUR INSPECTION. PARTICIPANTS SHOULD ALSO KNOW THAT IF FOUND GUILTY OF FOUL PLAY ANY TIME DURING THIS TOURNAMENT, YOU SHALL BE DISQUALIFIED AND YOUR OPPONENT SHALL BE AWARDED A BYE. ALL 16 DUELS SHALL TAKE PLACE SIMULTANEOUSLY IN THE 16 ARENAS YOU SEE BEFORE YOU AND WILL START IN HALF AN HOUR. GOOD LUCK, AND LET THE TOURNAMENT BEGIN!"
The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as the competitors who were asked to arrive started getting out of their seats.
Meanwhile, Harry glimpsed the numbers on the badges affixed to Daphne and Valerie's breasts and observed that they would not be fighting until much later.
"Well then," he remarked as Daphne and Valerie got up to leave. "Looks like you're off for now."
"Don't worry, we'll be done with it soon," Daphne smiled and kissed him softly, followed by Valerie. The two young women beamed and left, arm-in-arm together as Fleur scooted close to him, their shoulders touching. Harry reached out and took her hand, squeezing softly.
"And then there were two," she smiled. "Shame we can't compete in this one."
"Makes sense for us not to," Harry replied as he leaned closer. "Daph and Val are overkill on their own. No need to add us into the mixer as well."
Fleur smirked, her hot breath ghosting on his lips. "Cocky much, Mr. Potter?"
"As if you're any better, Mrs. Potter," he whispered, gently pecking her lips.
It was the previous night when they had finally decided on their respective house responsibilities and although they were equally involved in all the houses, they knew they needed to choose one to carry the name of. Fleur had happily accepted the name of House Potter, while Valerie accepted the Black name. Similarly, Daphne was honored to be called the Lady Peverell.
"Let's see what these lot have got to offer," he continued as he pulled away, acutely aware of the scores of eyes on him and his lovely veela as they displayed their affection for each other. Fleur was not one to shy away from playing her part either and like the perfect wife she was, she leaned her head on his shoulder and placed her open palm on his chest right over his heart.
Smiling contentedly, they stared at the spectacle unfolding in front of them.
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Only a couple of duels had unfolded so far when Daphne and Valerie returned with amused looks on their faces.
"What's up?" Harry asked as they took their seats, his lips quirking when they chuckled.
"It's something else out there," Daphne replied. "No less than thirty participants have been disqualified for using enhancing potions."
"Really?" Fleur asked in surprise, earning a nod from the other blonde.
"And it's from all three schools. Looks like quite a lot of students would be getting byes, and us too."
Harry laughed just as another of the duels concluded.
"Sucks to be them, but they shouldn't have cheated so obviously if they were going to."
The duels progressed one after the other and Harry was a bit disappointed to discover that most were pretty unremarkable. It felt like schoolchildren playing at combat and even though they were schoolchildren, he had expected more.
A grand total of 78 duels had concluded when they were finally given leave. The event would resume the next day and as expected, Daphne and Valerie were not too pleased to have to sit on the sidelines.
"Lucky for you, I guess. Getting a free pass to the next round," a snide voice cut in when they were back in the castle, and Harry sighed.
Davies' eyes narrowed when he saw that they didn't even stop and he quickly brandished his wand.
If he thought he would catch them unaware then he was sorely mistaken.
Harry sprung into action instantly, catching Davies' spell before it could hit and deflecting it back toward him. Davies' eyes widened as he caught the full brunt of the spell that collided with his midsection, sending him skidding back a few feet as he collided with the wall.
A collective gasp rang throughout the corridor as a few students who were also making their way back stopped in their tracks, their wide eyes affixed on an irate Harry Potter who stalked toward his struggling adversary with his glare promising pain.
"You really are an imbecile of the highest order, aren't you?" Harry hissed as he leaned over Davies, pushing his struggling form down with his boot. "You've had your sorry arse kicked into the fucking ground so many fucking times and still you come for more. Tell me, you milk dribbling fucksmear. Do you enjoy humiliation so much that you keep coming back? I'd be happy to arrange something for you if you do."
"What is going on here!?"
Harry gave a final disdainful glare to an equally glaring Davies as he took his boot off his chest, stepping back and rejoining the others.
"Davies here had the bright idea to curse me in the back, Professor. Unfortunately for him, I was faster and sent his curse back at him," Harry replied curtly. "I believe a more permanent punishment is merited, Professor. He is making it a habit to harass me and these fine young women over here."
McGonagall pursed her lips and turned her gaze toward a seething Roger Davies.
"That will be twenty points from Ravenclaw for spellcasting in the corridors. Mr. Davies, you will come with me."
McGonagall turned on her heel and walked off while Davies' lackeys scrambled over to help him to his feet. The brat shoved them away, glaring at Harry and his girls.
"Mind that glare before I mind you, you sniveling little shit rag," Harry said disdainfully.
"You think you lot can put me down like this and I'll take it like a little bitch, Potter?" Davies hissed. "You lot have another thing coming. Especially you, Greengrass."
"Don't tell me you're so pissed cause your Daddy sent you a howler," Daphne mock-gasped. At Davies' narrowed eyes, she chuckled. "Wait, he really did! Now that explains why you've got your knickers in a twist."
"Mind that tongue," Harry warned before Davies could speak. "I know you've got no decency but you're already in a whole lot of trouble. Wouldn't want more of that now, would we?"
Davies kept seething as Harry sneered. "Fuck off now."
They walked away, their wands at the ready, and all Davies could do was keep glaring at them hatefully.
"I'll show you, fucking son of a whore," he growled under his breath and walked away toward where McGonagall stood talking with a few people.
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"Goodnight, love," Daphne whispered as she gently kissed Harry while Valerie did the same with Fleur. She pulled back, smiling, and took the brunette's hand gently, pulling her into the second bedroom inside the Room of Requirement.
"That imbecile is getting on my nerves now," Valerie muttered as she stripped with Daphne following suit. Naked, the two witches slid under the covers as the room adjusted its temperature to an optimum level.
"Tell me about it," Daphne sighed. "I thought getting Lord Davies involved would keep him in check, but it seems he's gotten a huge blow to his ego now."
"His father must've had some choice words for him if he blew the top so easily today," Valerie muttered.
"Bloke's a moron. I'm afraid he isn't gonna sit quiet anytime soon."
Valerie lay silently for a while, her mind contemplative.
"Well," she began after a few moments. "I recall another dumb loudmouth who's been all quiet now after he got a visit from his dear aunt."
Daphne's eyes gleamed as she turned to regard her sister-wife with a smirk.
"You're sick, you know that?" She asked as she reached out, wrapping her arms around the brunette and pulling her close.
"And you all love me just the way I am," Valerie replied huskily as the two witches pressed their fronts flush, their large tits pressing erotically against each other.
"You got that right," Daphne whispered with a grin.
Their lips met in a fiery kiss, their legs a tangle of limbs as they caressed each other.
Meanwhile, in the other room, things had heated up considerably in the little time that had passed since their parting.
Harry's hands cupped Fleur's breasts and his thumbs rubbed across her nipples. The lovely veela squirmed under his touch and started to remove the pendant chain around her neck.
"Don't," Harry whispered, caressing her tits. "I like that on you. Leave it on."
Fleur let out a smile and turned around in his embrace just as Harry stole another quick kiss from her. She slowly lowered herself to her knees. His cock was already rock-hard and at eye-level with her. She grasped his length with both hands and leaned forward, running her slick hot tongue all around the head.
"I don't think I'm gonna get any harder, Fleur," Harry breathed, gently caressing her lustrous silvery hair.
"I'm just getting to know it more intimately. It's mine too now, right?"
Harry smirked and before the girl could react, he scooped her back to her feet and furiously kissed her.
Fleur moaned into the kiss, one hand coming off his prick to thread into his hair while the other began stroking him slowly. Their tongues danced passionately as Harry reached down to return the favor, pushing two of his fingers inside her sopping wet quim and starting to thrust inside her.
"You're so wet and ready for me, mon amour," he whispered against her lips as he pulled back and regarded her. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were wild with lust.
Harry smirked and picked her up bridal style as Fleur yelped. She giggled as he began walking them over to the bed and threw her unceremoniously on top of it.
Her large tits jiggled enticingly as she bounced on the soft mattress and Harry slowly climbed on it. Fleur scooted up the bed, on her back, and spread her arms wide in invitation.
Harry smiled and got on top of her, His hard prick stood poised right at her entrance and the veela parted her legs wide, her eyes filled with hunger.
"Go on, you know we both want to," she breathed against his lips and Harry smirked. He aligned himself against her and in one firm push, he found himself balls deep inside her familiar warmth.
"Ahh yess…" Fleur moaned.
Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as she pulled him firmly against herself. Meanwhile, Harry held on to her shoulders, his arms pushed under her body as he gripped her tightly to himself while he fucked her.
He built a rhythm quickly, pulling his hips back before easing himself inside her to the hilt. All the while, Fleur kept moaning as he gradually gained pace, each plunge into her warm, tight depths drawing out a wanton moan from her throat that felt like music to his ears.
Her moans developed into passionate cries as Harry got more forceful. Her fingernails dragged all over his back as she clutched onto him hard.
Harry lifted himself on his elbows and locked his lips with her in an intense kiss. Fleur's arms wrapped all over his back, clutching onto his head as she pulled him firmly against her, deepening the kiss. All the while, she kept her legs tightly wrapped around him, desperate to have as much of him inside her as she could.
"Almost there! Ahh 'Arry!" Fleur gasped and moaned as she pulled back from the kiss while Harry's prick continued to plow her sodden depths. Harry gave her no quarter and locked their lips together once again, swallowing all her moans and cries. He redoubled his efforts — the pace and ferocity of his thrusts amplifying as he slammed furiously inside her.
Fleur's legs suddenly unwrapped from around his waist before she planted her feet on the bed and started to slam herself upward against him, meeting his thrusts with urgency. Her hands unwound from around his back as she reached over, grabbing his arse and pulling him tightly against her.
Harry kept at it and he did not have to wait for long as her lovely body spasmed beneath him. Her back arched and her lips detached from his. Eyes wide in sheer ecstasy, the veela let out a loud wail as her orgasm tore through her like a raging inferno.
The feeling of her impossibly tight and hot walls hugging his manhood fiercely sent Harry over the edge as well and he grunted, shooting load after load of his hot, thick seed deep inside her orgasmic pussy. His body strained to give her everything he had, his body shaking as they held each other, riding through their orgasms together.
Minutes passed as they slowly regained control of their breaths again, their foreheads touching and their eyes closed as their hot, slick bodies shining with a sheen of sweat glowed ethereally under the faint golden lights floating high above them.
Harry slowly rolled them over, making her moan as his prick pushed inside her once again. Now on top, Fleur pulled back and gave him a beaming grin.
"I needed that so bad," she whispered.
"Me too," Harry breathed. "We both did."
"My dear husband just fucked me senseless," Fleur smirked as she gazed down at him. Harry let out a chuckle as he gently caressed the lovely curve of her supple arse, squeezing faintly.
"That he did," he agreed as Fleur cuddled up to him. Harry smiled and pulled her close.
Things were escalating outside but he knew that as long as he had people he loved by his side, he could do anything.
Chapter 26: DuelsChapter TextThe winter night was bitterly cold, the chill that seeped into one's bones. A freezing mist hung low over the English countryside as several figures clad in black traversed through the thick woods toward the looming manor in the distance.
Their footsteps crunched over the frost-encrusted ground, the cracking being the only sound apart from the rustling of their billowing black cloaks. Rudolphus Lestrange pulled his cloak tighter, his cracked lips the only part of his face visible beneath the deep cowl. His younger brother Rabastan walked beside him, muttering feverishly under his breath. The imprisoning dementors had clearly taken a heavy toll on his already fractured psyche.
Alecto Carrow shivered violently, her breath puffing out in icy plumes. "The sooner we get under a roof, the better," she growled. "This endless cold is a cruel reminder of Azkaban."
Her brother Amycus grunted in agreement, shoving his gnarled hands deeper into his pockets. The years of isolation and torture had turned the brutal siblings into little more than husks.
The warming charms on their clothes were fragile – a combination of their weakness after years of torture and suffering in Azkaban and the incompatible wands they had to manage with.
They knew little about what was happening. Aurors were feverishly searching for them and they could barely manage to move. If not for this secret ally Greyback kept mentioning, they did not think they would have managed to come so far.
Greyback's role in their freedom had been surprising. The werewolf had overwhelmed the Azkaban fortress, freeing up whoever he wanted. Apart from the members of the Inner Circle, all the others had been turned by his pack and assimilated, which they assumed must have been an added incentive for the notorious monster to lend his aid.
It had taken them over a day but finally, they were at their destination. They arrived at the towering wrought iron gates, frozen chains dangling listlessly from the arched entranceway. Rudolphus put his arm forward, the faint Dark Mark flickering to life for barely a second as the gates groaned open.
The Death Eaters kept gazing around their surroundings as they walked. The pathway leading up to the decaying manor was unkempt, with barren trees arching high into the night sky as they approached the ancient manse. The windows were dark and empty, cracked in odd places, and as they reached the door, it slowly creaked open.
They slowly filed in, with Augustus Rookwood bringing up the rear. He shut the door behind him as they walked further into the manor, their nostrils full of the smell of decay. The floor had a thick layer of dust that went with them up the stairs and Rudolphus spied an ajar door at the end of the corridor where he could see a flickering light shining through the gap.
"They're here," he heard a quiet voice from beyond the door that slowly swung open, and their eyes widened when they discovered who it was.
Rudolphus brandished his wand, the first syllable of the killing curse on his lips when he found himself frozen in place. His eyes wide, he stared at the smirking visage of none other than Bartemius Crouch Senior. The rest of the Death Eaters were no different, having been frozen before their sluggish movements could be completed.
"Now now, is that how you expresses your gratitude? Azkaban took away your sense of decorum too, Rudolphus?" Crouch said mockingly. He gave his wand another flick and one by one, the frozen Death Eaters were deposited in the middle of the room, behind the couch, and their wide eyes gazed at the massive serpent coiled protectively around a small bundle, its forked tongue slithering out warningly as he gazed at them.
"Bring them here, Barty," a cold, menacing voice echoed around the dimly lit room and the frozen Death Eaters felt primal fear and hope course through them. They could recognize the voice anywhere.
Barty waved his wand and slowly levitated the frozen bodies around the couch, depositing them right in front of the fireplace, and quickly cast the counter, watching with a small smirk as they fell over in a heap.
"My dear servants… you are finally free…"
Their eyes were full of devotion and disbelief as they gazed at their lord.
"Master… Master…" Amycus Carrow murmured as he crawled toward Voldemort on his knees and kissed the bundle wrapped around Voldemort. The massive serpent, Nagini, reared back and spread her maw, displaying massive fangs, as she dared anyone to attack.
Shivering in both fear and wonder, still in disbelief, the rest of the Death Eaters followed suit, each approaching their Master on their knees and kissing the dirty fabric dangling off the couch. They kept their heads bowed low as she slowly slid back, remaining on their knees in front of the fireplace as they demonstrated their absolute subservience to the Dark Lord.
The disfigured baby which was the Dark Lord Voldemort's current form did not raise its head. Instead, its crimson orbs darted around, taking in each of his faithful, and even though there was no wind or chill inside the room, the submissive group let out a violent shudder under his gaze.
"My Death Eaters," Voldemort's voice was raspy, as if scratching a sharp knife against the steel that had a thick fabric covering it. "Over a decade and a half… it has been so long since we last met. Yet you bow before me as though you never stopped… We are still united under the Dark Mark! Look at your arms! Don't you see it darkening? Coming to life? Never fading…"
He breathed deeply, Nagini's presence still looming over him as she remained poised to attack.
"They are my faithful, Nagini," Voldemort whispered, not in Parseltongue, but the serpent still understood, for it thawed a bit and slowly descended. "My trusted servants who chose to endure the suffering of Azkaban over turning their cloaks!"
"M-Master… h-how?" Rabastan Lestrange asked in a whisper, his eyes wide and fanatic.
"I have told you multiple times, have I not, Rabastan? I am immortal! Death cannot touch me…" Voldemort whispered. "Your former comrades swore to me their eternal loyalty, and yet they never came to the aid of their master… They chose to stay healthy, with their powers intact, enjoying the grandeur of their family fortunes… I have found myself disappointed… But as the benevolent lord that I am, I chose to look for reasons… reasons why they did not come to my aid. Perhaps they believed me broken, they thought I was truly gone. And they slipped back among our foes, pleaded ignorance, bewitchment, innocence… But then I reminded myself that it should be impossible, for they knew all along. They, who were aware of the steps I have taken, long ago, to defy the clutches of death? They, who have seen time and again the immense powers I have wielded against our enemies, always proving how I am the mightiest wizard out there!"
"They are traitors!"
"Traitors!"
"Turncoats!"
"Deserters!"
"Silence…"
One whispered word was enough to quash the clamor of shouts and the Death Eaters gazed up at him in adoration.
"I thought to myself… that perhaps they believed a power higher than mine existed… a power that could have vanquished their Master… and that perhaps they had pledged their allegiance to the holder of that power… I believe you know who I am talking about?"
"We will kill them, Master!"
"Aye! There is no place for deserters in the Death Eaters!"
"We will bring justice to you, Master!"
"I must admit… there were times when I found myself losing hope… attempts after attempts to return were thwarted… until someone did find me," Voldemort whispered. In the corner, MacNair straightened.
"Walden heard from another former ally or ours about my survival and he left no stone unturned. He found me, and he brought me back home. But merely coming home was fruitless, and he brought another servant of mine back to my side," Voldemort whispered, and the Death Eaters' eyes widened when they saw none other than Bartemius Crouch Junior in place of where his father stood mere seconds ago.
"Polyjuice Potion," Rookwood whispered.
"Indeed. Crouch Sr. has been taken care of, and Barty here has been working hard. I believed him burdened, but he has done something unfathomable. You will be rewarded handsomely for this, Barty. Both you and Walden, and Fenrir too. Lord Voldemort always treats people the way they deserve to be treated."
"It is an honor, Master."
"Aye."
"As much as it feels trivial, Wormtail too deserves his share of reward. Had he not told MacNair, none of us would be here today," Voldemort continued, eyeing the bulging pocket of Rabastan's coat. "Come out, Wormtail."
A dirty rat jumped out of the coat and quickly transformed into a balding, rotund man with a pudgy face. He resembled a rat more than a human and immediately cowered as Nagini hissed violently. His head bowed low, he kissed the fabric on the floor and gazed up adoringly.
"Master…"
"I would not have imagined you to be capable enough to trigger these events, Wormtail," Voldemort whispered. "You shall be rewarded, but before you are, I want you to tell everyone what you have been up to since that Halloween night."
"M-Master…" Wormtail whimpered. "Forgive me, Master. I am a coward. I chose to stay as a rat instead of seeking you out. I hid away, hoping I would live out my remaining life as a rat. I was there that night, I took your wand away with me, but…"
There was absolute silence as he trailed off, fear etched on his face as he kept staring hard at the dirty floor.
"But… what?"
"When they caught me… they found it, Master… t-they… they… I told MacNair everything before they could take me away."
"You hid away instead of honoring the oath you gave me, Wormtail?" Voldemort whispered. "Truly fitting. You lost me my faithful wand as well. But you still had a role in all of this… You will be punished, Wormtail. But you will be rewarded as well. Your role is not over. I shall have need of you a few months later when we carry out our plans. Do prepare yourself."
Wormtail could only grovel in front of his Master, and ignoring the rat, Voldemort regarded everyone else.
"You all are beyond weak right now. I want you to regain your lost strength. Once I have my body back, we shall resume our mission to restore the Wizarding World to its rightful place. Barty and Walden will tell you everything. Do not disappoint me."
"Never, Master… Never."
XXXXX
The second straight knockout round of the Dueling Tournament began right after the first ended, and the duelists who had been given a bye were scheduled to duel first.
Harry sat with Fleur and Daphne on either side of him, watching Valerie as she took her place at the dueling platform and waited for Severus Snape to start the bout. The man had not changed one bit in over two decades that she'd known of him, still as sullen and aloof as he'd been since his arrival at Hogwarts.
"Begin," he drawled.
Her opponent, a boy garbed in Slytherin green, immediately sprang into action, and Valerie expertly dodged and weaved through the multicolored bolts with the grace of a cat, which she truly was. She had no hesitation whatsoever in utilizing the advantages her animagus form granted her.
The boy looked surprised for a moment but he persisted, trying his best to land a spell, but with her nimble feet coupled with her lithe form, it was easy to dodge his curses and jinxes. He was capable, with a variety of offensive spells in his arsenal, but his spellcasting was predictable. Valerie knew at least three future spells he would follow up with whenever he cast one, and that made for a very frustrating experience for the other wizard.
"She's toying with him," Fleur remarked from her spot to Harry's left.
"Can't fault her for having some fun with this lot," Harry chuckled. "We all know this tournament is a foregone conclusion."
"Higgs is considered one of the better students in Slytherin. To see him humbled like this would be a nice slap in their faces," Daphne smirked.
"Think they'd try something?"
"Flint and his group might, but we all know how that'd end," she replied, nudging his shoulder. Harry chuckled as he watched Val weave through another spell chain without breaking a sweat, an easy smile etched on her face.
"That we do," he nodded.
Meanwhile, on the dueling platform, Terrence Higgs was getting more frustrated by every failed spell. The bint was making a mockery of him, jumping and running around like a bloody monkey. None of his spells had made contact yet, and she had not even fired a spell. Direct cursing was not working, which meant he needed to affect her surroundings.
"Took you long enough," Valerie muttered with a smirk as her opponent's barrage stopped for barely a second as he prepared to cast a wide-area spell and that was all the time she needed.
Higgs' eyes widened when a string of spells left her wand, careening toward him at a breakneck pace, and he hastily conjured a shield. His eyes widened when the first spell collided with the shield, forcing cracks to appear all over the surface, before the second spell shattered his shield, sending him skidding back a few feet. The third spell made contact with his free arm, eliciting a loud cry of pain from him as shallow cuts appeared all over his skin, drawing blood that dripped onto the floor to his left.
He offered an instant rebuttal which was easy for Valerie to weave through. Keeping up on the offensive, the brunette shot another spell chain forward. Higgs conjured another shield that shattered as the stunner collided with it, and the banishing charm sent him sprawling over on his back. The force of the impact forced the air out of his lungs, making him gasp. Just how powerful was this bint!?
His eyes widened and he conjured another shield hastily when several vines sprouted out of the platform. The vines began lashing over his shield, keeping him trapped on the ground, and it took everything he had to maintain the shield lest he be assaulted and battered.
Everyone paying attention to her duel kept watching with wide eyes as the vines kept attacking the shield. Cracks slowly started to appear on the surface and it did not take long for the shield to shatter. No matter how much he wanted, he could not get the room to cast a spell to save himself, and Higgs cried out when one of the vines struck him hard on his left arm and he was soon overwhelmed as they wrapped around him, trapping him in place.
"Winner, Valerie Swann," Snape's drawl made her smirk and with a flourish, she gave a bow as custom dictated and glided off the platform.
"Calmly done, just as she told us." Fleur said, smirking. Glancing over at Daphne, she continued, "And now it's time to finish it quickly and be done with it. Go show them, Daph."
"Gladly," Daphne smirked. Exchanging a soft kiss with Harry, she stood up and walked away.
Daphne's duel was against an older student from Durmstrang and Valerie had already joined them before it could start.
"That one looks like a brute," she remarked, earning a snort from Fleur. Harry merely glanced at her in amusement.
On the dueling platform, Daphne regarded her opponent. He stood tall and proud, with a sneer plastered on his face, and Daphne's lip quirked in amusement. Her opponent raised a thick eyebrow questioningly, as if silently asking what it was that she found amusing. Daphne did not bother to entertain him with an answer and assumed her stance. Her opponent had the textbook demeanor of someone who was not taking his opponent seriously and all it did was make Daphne even more amused.
"Begin!" Professor Flitwick squeaked from the side.
A malicious blood-boiling curse came careening toward Daphne at a furious pace and she quickly batted it aside, watching how it sizzled as it collided with the barrier. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded her opponent. She knew it was allowed and that Durmstrang had policies governing serious spells that were much more relaxed than those at Hogwarts. It seemed her opponent was going to be pushing the limits as much as he could.
Daphne showed she was not here to take whatever was thrown at her. She fired a blood-boiling curse of her own and her opponent's eyes widened when he noticed the difference in both the curses. Daphne's was denser and his hastily conjured shield shattered, sizzling violently.
Gritting his teeth, her opponent glared at her and Daphne smirked to herself. A bonebreaker and a concussion hex shot toward her in quick succession and Daphne easily batted them aside as well, to her opponent's increasing ire and surprise. She had not moved an inch and she had not conjured a shield yet. On the contrary, his shield had been shattered upon impact. He did not like this difference in power and skill one bit.
From the sidelines, Igor Karkaroff watched the unfolding duel with a sneer. Nikolov was one of the best duelists they had at Durmstrang and he had been confident that the young man would go far into this tournament, but he seemed to be struggling against a silly girl in her fourth year.
On the dueling platform, Nikolov's composure had shattered entirely and he let out a loud cry, sending a powerful piercing hex forward. Daphne's eyes narrowed into a glare. She conjured a powerful shield that held firm, keeping the dangerous curse at bay. A violent shockwave erupted upon impact, the sound of a blast echoing throughout the stadium.
Fleur, Valerie, and Harry merely watched the spectacle with easygoing smiles, all knowing that Daphne had this firmly in control.
"Warning, Nikolov!" Flitwick said firmly.
Daphne's narrowed eyes glared at Nikolov and she deemed it enough. She weaved her wand in an arc and a powerful gust of wind filled the arena they were in. Before Nikolov could cast a spell, he grunted as a blade of wind struck him straight on the chest, sending him skidding back a few feet. His eyes wide in surprise, he conjured a powerful shield around him just in time as he was assaulted by whips of wind from all directions.
"That's an inspiration from you right there," Harry commended, nudging Val who grinned as she watched Daphne control the wind around the arena with such expertise that no one could guess she had only recently mastered the spell.
The shield shattered within fifteen seconds of constant impact and Nikolov cried out as the gusts of wind kept assaulting him from all sides, flinging him from left to right, and from forward and behind, jolting him all around the other end of the dueling platform. He gritted his teeth in rage and fired whatever spells he could at Daphne who merely stood in place, the wind taking care of any incoming spells.
Throughout the stadium, the spectators watched enraptured as magic rarely seen was showcased on full display for their enjoyment. In principle, the duel had long been over, with Nikolov's battered and bruised form being carried back and forth by the wind and nothing else, but he still remained free with his wand clutched firmly in his hand, which meant the duel was still officially underway. Daphne took care of that little detail in no time. A quick stinging hex to his wrist forced his wand to drop to the floor and she ceased her spell, depositing him on the dirty ground.
"Winner, Daphne Greengrass!" Flitwick announced, a proud gleam in his eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen that particular spell being used, and he looked visibly impressed.
Daphne gave a polite bow and walked away with her head held high, as the crowd looked on in awe.
She rejoined everyone shortly and Fleur asked with a smirk, "And what happened to finishing it quickly?"
"The bloke tried to be a smartass. Thought he needed to be put in place a bit."
"The meteors would've been flashier if that's the case," Valerie supplied.
"True," Daphne nodded, looking thoughtful. "Maybe next time."
Harry chuckled.
XXXXX
Valerie and Daphne participated in one more duel each as the numbers kept thinning down, and this time, both faced a wizard from Hogwarts. Daphne made quick work of Theodore Nott this time who had come out violently, utilizing everything he had been taught to the best of his abilities. However, even his best was worth nothing for Daphne who took him down with a well-placed stinger-stunner combination right to the face. The swollen-faced boy was hauled off the platform as she left with her head held high.
Meanwhile, Valerie faced a boy from Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory who, Harry had to admit, was quite capable. He had put up a fight, even though Valerie had been untroubled throughout, and his skills at Transfiguration had forced the witch to bring out a few heavy hitters. In the end though, the duel had still been rather one-sided with his girl emerging on top. The boy took it all in good spirits however as he took his leave with a respectful bow, prompting her to reciprocate in kind.
Only 64 duelists remained, and it had been announced that they would proceed further with the tournament after the Second Task. It made sense considering they wanted to stretch it out throughout the year, otherwise, they could have squeezed in the Dueling Tournament within two weeks if they tried.
Harry had been taking a walk around the Black Lake for a while now after his girls had begged off once they'd had their dinner. They had told them they would be waiting for him in what was their room now and he could not help but wonder what they must be up to. He knew Fleur was cooking up something to decide who would accompany him to the Yule Ball and Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it. Knowing her, it would entail a lot of fun for him and everyone else involved.
The castle was relatively quiet as curfew approached and Harry passed by students from different houses as they rushed back to their respective common rooms. As he climbed up the stairs toward the Room of Requirement, he wondered what Dumbledore had been up to. He had expected the old wizard to want to have a meeting as soon as they had read about the Azkaban breakout, but he had shown no interest in holding one. They had received a missive from him though, telling them to remain patient for a little while as he was working on something. They did not know what could be more important than this development though, but they had decided to abide by the Headmaster's instructions.
One thing was for sure though. Things were escalating faster than they had anticipated, and he could not help but feel that the situation was going to get worse really fast.
Pushing morbid thoughts out of his mind, Harry walked back and forth in front of the giant stretch of wall and pushed the large door open. Brows furrowed, he gazed into the absolute darkness and slowly shut the door behind himself.
"What's up with this?" He asked with a chuckle as he came to a stop in the middle of the room, gazing into nothingness. He knew they were up to something with this darkness and he refrained from asking the room to light up.
"Welcome, to the decision making trial," a disembodied voice echoed around him and Harry jerked slightly. "Today, you will be deciding who would be accompanying you to the Yule Ball out of your three lovely wives."
"Too dramatic, don't you think?" He asked aloud, chuckling.
"Silence, or you can sleep on the couch while we three enjoy ourselves."
Harry snorted but made a motion of zipping up his lips, although he wasn't sure they could see him.
"Oh we can see you alright," the same voice replied.
"Hey, no reading my mind right now. I'm not doing it, am I?"
"Fine, fine. No mind reading. Now, during this process, you will be making a decision based on touch and nothing else. All three of us have to keep quiet so you won't know who's who. We've already decided the order and who's going to have control over which area of your body."
"Couldn't you three just decide by Rock, Paper, Scissors or something?" Harry asked with a slight exasperation in his voice.
"This is more fun. Deal with it," was the curt reply.
"Fine," Harry sighed. "Any other rules you've thought up?"
"As a matter of fact, we have. We can only use our palms to touch you, and we can touch your front, your back, and your legs. No touching your sensitive spots which we all know about. That's all."
"So you three are going to stimulate me to hell, is that it? Can I at least touch you or not?"
"Nope, you are to sit as still as you can. Just close your eyes and enjoy. If it gets too much, then you can give yourself a happy ending," the voice called out amusedly. "Throughout this little challenge, you won't be able to see anything but we will. Now, enough chit chat already. Strip and sit down where you are standing. A stool will appear under you and we can get started."
Shrugging, Harry did as he was told and threw his clothes to the side. He slowly lowered himself, relaxing as the cushioned stool appeared under him.
"All right, I'm ready," Harry called out, and even though it was dark all around him, he closed his eyes.
He felt the first pair of hands glide over the surface of his legs almost reverentially. The fingertips trailed lightly, savoring every inch with a delicate, featherlight caress that sent goosebumps rising across his skin. He shivered, finding the experience oddly stimulating. Soon, the palms followed, his skin tingling from the warmth radiating from the soft touch. The hands explored his skin with tenderness, stroking and brushing along his inner thighs teasingly, almost but not quite touching him where he wanted them to touch. They descended down his thighs and past his knees with the gentlest of touches, and Harry loved how sensual the experience truly was.
In stark contrast, the second pair of hands attacked the smooth expanse of his chest with feverish passion, making him gasp. Her fingers splayed wide, pressing and kneading his upper chest insistently, and Harry longed to reach up and touch them. The heel of the palm dug in firmly, pushing against the yielding surface in rough, forceful circles. His sensitive spots, which included his nipples, were out of limits, so he assumed this was how she was trying to stimulate him, and she did indeed seem to be doing a damn fine job at it. Her hands were demanding and conquered every bit of territory, gripping and squeezing with an intensity bordering on violent desire. It seemed as if she sought to claim and possess him by sheer force of friction and fervor. By the time she was done, Harry was left shaking as he breathed deeply, trying to control his racing heart. He had no idea mere touches could stimulate him to such an extent.
The third pair of hands played across the smooth skin of his back with sporadic, frenetic motions. Caressing up and down from his shoulder blades to his lower black, the hands soon began trailing with just the tips of fingers in twisting, swirling patterns. Barely a minute later, the fingertips began tapping gently all over his back, both relaxing and massaging him. Slowly, the contracted fingers expanded, spreading out to encompass as much territory as possible. Her palms slid greedily, pressing and pulling away to lightly stroke and tease with infuriating motions as they massaged his back. Her hands danced chaotically, acting indecisive in their fickle fluctuations between soft and rough but knowing exactly what they were doing as they delivered a maddeningly unpredictable barrage of sensations.
Three pairs of hands belonging to three different witches all had three distinctly different approaches—the first was as light as a feather's caress on his legs, the second was forceful and dominating all over his front, and the third kept varying with no apparent pattern or purpose but had been highly stimulating.
As the final pair of hands pulled away, Harry was left sitting on the stool with his breathing heavy and his eyes closed. So belatedly, he realized that he had his hand wrapped around his manhood which was slowly softening now. He waved his hand and cast a cleaning charm to take care of the mess, still reeling from the fact that he had jacked off to the feeling of his wives merely touching him, and not even in any of his sensitive spots.
"Merlin, that was much more than I'd thought it'd be," he breathed.
Suddenly, the room was slowly lit up and his eyes adjusted easily. He gazed at all three of them as they stood in front of him clad in their nightdresses. With a soft grunt, he stood up and walked over, giving them a soft kiss each.
"So which one was the best?" Daphne asked as they settled in the bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other.
"Very tough to say," Harry chuckled, gazing into the enchanted night sky overhead. "If I had to categorize the touches, I'd say the soft caresses on my legs were ticklish and teasing, and I kept wishing it'd continue. I wanted more of it. The touches on the front was dominating, and it felt so arousing and exciting that I almost reached out to grab whoever it was. The one on the back though was very unpredictable, keeping me engaged all the time as I kept guessing what you were gonna do next. It was also the most relaxing of all. Honestly, I loved them all."
All three girls had satisfied smiles on their faces, as if he had said exactly what they had set out to do.
"We did our best under the constraints we put on ourselves," Daphne replied, smiling as she cuddled up to him. "But you have to decide on one, love. Legs, chest, or back."
"Do I?" Harry asked in exasperation. "Why can't we all go together?"
"Because we'll have to dance, and four people can't dance together," Fleur rolled her eyes. "We'll all be together anyway. One of us will go with you, and the other two will go together."
"That'll piss those prissy purebloods off rightly," Harry chuckled.
"Let them grumble all they want," Valerie rolled her eyes. "It's high time they stepped out of their stereotypes. And if they don't want to, well, it's their loss. We'll keep enjoying life."
"Exactly," Fleur nodded. "So, what's your decision?"
Harry released a deep breath as he regarded them. "All right. I've decided."
They listened with bated breaths, eager grins on their faces as they leaned closer.
"Although I loved them all, I know I have to pick one. So just because of that, I'm picking the legs. It's just… I really didn't want it to end."
All three witches were staring at him with similar smiles, and now it was his turn to remain in suspense.
"So who was it then?" He asked, and all he received were matching smirks from the three.
"You'll know on the night of the Yule Ball," Daphne smirked. Before he could speak, he found himself pinned to the bed as all three kissed him firmly one after the other.
"Come on, just tell me please," he said once Fleur pulled away and rested her head on his chest. All he received was silence as they closed their eyes and snuggled up against him.
Sighing, Harry pulled them closer and drifted to sleep, all the while wondering who he'd be going to the Ball with.