Chapter 19
It had been three days since the trial, and Hermione noticed that even the news about the change in date of the third task couldn't push Harry's happiness away. Even the approaching full moon seemed only to exacerbate his happiness. Hermione delighted herself, listening to her best friend making plans. Where he would live with Sirius, if Remus would accept living with them. "Maybe Katie and I can even take him out of the damn potions." She heard him say one night. The werewolf was even warming up again to Daphne and Fleur. Even so, Hermione was worried, this kind of mood swing was not normal. Harry was showing weird signs, but the bright witch was not sure why. It looked too much like someone with a mood disorder, maybe bipolar, but Hermione was sure it had a more magical reason, or maybe magic was only potentializing something that was already there.
Closing himself to Fleur, Daphne and Katie, without taking wolfsbane, simply was making Harry unbalanced. And it was starting to affect Katie too. That put the witch in a weird moral dilemma. Should she break her friend's frugal happiness, and talk about his relationships? Every passing day it become harder, and the full moon was getting too close. "Maybe I should wait for after it…" she thought. But in the end, as often happened with everything concerning Harry, the choice was taken from her.
It happened Tuesday morning, before classes. Hermione and Ginny had just entered the great hall to find Harry finishing his breakfast alone, as he had been doing after his breakup with Fleur, and was getting ready to leave when he was surrounded by Ronald, Dean, and Seamus. Hermione flinched, this was going to end badly. The girl looked at a scared Ginny. Ronald had been acting weird for a while now, ever since Harry had been chosen to compete at the tournament. The red-haired boy was expending some of his time alone, away from the views of everyone, acting more and more clamped. Hermione felt a pinch of guilt for not checking on him, but the way he treated her over the summer had destroyed any possibility of a relationship, even friendship between them.
"It's your bloody fault!" Ronald screamed at Harry, making all heads turn at then. "Fuck 'mate', why you destroy everything!"
"What the fuck are you talking about Ron?" A confused Harry asked.
"You don't know? Of course, you don't. Why my family would mean anything to you after all. We are obviously not good enough for you now that you are playing with Greengrasses and Blacks! What's next mate, the bloody Malfoys? You are no different from the albino gut after all!"
Hermione noticed Harry getting stiff. His eyes glowed for a moment, she could see he was trying not to break.
"Ronald, shut up!" Ginny screamed.
"Fuck you Ginny!, Or better yet, let me break it for you. He will not fuck you!" Ronald screamed, surprising everyone, and making Ginny's skin red with anger. Harry placed his hand on Ron's shoulder, making him turn to him. Hermione saw the rage in his eyes.
"Don't talk to her like that. Your problem is with me." To Ron's credit, he didn't feel intimidated, or if he did, he did not show, contrary to Seamus and Dean, who stepped back. "Now. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking About?"
"Dad was fired because of you!" Ronald finally said.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time. Ginny clenched her teeth, looking angrily at her brother.
"After your and Sirius's little stunt, making the ministry look bad, they are chasing away everyone who has anything to do with you! Bloody hell man, we welcomed you into our family, why is everything you touch rotten!" The red-haired boy screamed.
Hermione could not believe it. Not the part about Arthur getting fired, that was even predictable coming from fudge. What she did not believe was Ron's little speech, almost like someone had taught him the words.
"Is it true Ginny?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"Well, not exactly…"
"Did your father got fired?" At this point Hermione noticed Daphne entering the room with both Tracey and Blase. Daphne gave the little group a calculating look. Hermione shook her head at the Slytherin, she would only make it worse.
"Yes… he did…" Ginny answered. "But is everything fine Harry, the headmaster had got him another job, and…"
"Why didn't you told me?" Harry asked.
"Harry, it was not important, it's already sorted…" Harry was fuming, he made to move, to leave the hall, but Ronald grabbed his arm.
"I'm not done! You are going to listen for once in your bloody life!"
Many things happened. Hermione screamed, Ginny jumped at Ron, Professor McGonagall entered the hall, and Ron's fist hit Harry in the jaw. The noise of breaking bones was loud, and the hall became silent. Harry barely moved his head with the impact.
Ronald screamed in pain, his fingers were turned and twisted, broken, Seamus and Dean jumped to hold him. Harry kept his head turned not looking at them, Hermione barely registered professor Minerva talking, and Seamus screamed at Harry.
"What the fuck man, what are you made of!" Dean asked.
Harry looked at him, the wolf ready to jump, he then looked at professor Minerva, then Hermione and Ginny, and stormed out of the hall.
After one second, ignoring professor McGonagall, Hermione followed him.
"Harry stop!" The girl asked when they hit the grounds outside the castle. "Harry, talk to me!"
Harry looked at her, his breath calming down. "To say what Hermione? You are going to tell me is not my fault? I know it's not my fault! that don't change a THING!"
"What are you saying?" Hermione stopped in her tracks.
"That he is right! Everything close to me gets tainted!"
"Harry…"
"Everything was just a dream, Hermione! Fleur, going to France, Daphne! I knew it and let it build anyway!"
"But you can make it work…"
"You should be thanking me, that way you can be with Fleur!" Hermione flinched, his eyes were burning, actually glowing.
"You… you know?" Hermione whispered.
"Of course! Her smell was all over you! You know what is better like that!"
"That is not true Harry…she couldn't be with me, because of you... this is the wolf talking… you are unbalanced without…"
"I will not be anyone's Vernon Dursley! I saw it in their eyes!"
Whit three quick steps, Hermione closed the distance between them and slapped Harry in the face. It was like hitting a burning wall, but the witch didn't care. She was so angry at him, and at the same time, she loved him so much.
"STOP BEING A SELFISH IDIOT! This is not just about you!" Harry looked at her wide eye, Hermione could feel the tears burning her eyes. "The world doesn't go around you Harry, things happen! You are being a selfish prick!"
"I… what?"
"Shut up! Yes, you are! Look at what you are doing to us! Because you are afraid! Because you are being a stubborn coward, bathing in self-pity! We are here, we accept you, all of what you are! We ARE afraid! Of course, we are! But losing you is way worse Harry! But it can't be one way! you need to meet us, you need to let us be afraid and be THERE FOR US! and let us be there for you! Fuck!" Tears were now rolling freely, Hermione watched Harry open and close his mouth many times. "Come find me, when you feel like talking."
Hermione turned around and started walking back to the castle. She knew she had been rough, and she didn't even mean half of what she said. But she was angry, and he needed to hear.
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A baffled Harry watched Hermione go. As always, he could count on his best friend, his lifesaver, the brightest witch, to hit a nerve. Every word floating over his head, Harry felt like swinging in a sea of emotions, drowning, gasping for air, for relief, and Hermione just threw him a lifesaver.
Harry let out a deep breath that he just now realized he was holding. Something had turned deep inside of him. Magic ran and danced around. Something he didn't even comprehend.
Harry ran a hand on his hair, wishing he was not the one doing it, Craving for contact, and placed a hand on his pocket.
There was Something there. A note.
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The badge, which had a crescent moon symbol carved on it, materialized itself on Remus Lupin's jacket the second the werewolf step out of the ferry that brought him over the channel. The man sighed, hoping that Jacques was right, and it would vanish as soon as he returned to France. Remus could only imagine the pain of leaving with it all the time. A constant reminder to everyone around that You are different, a dark creature, a monster.
As the man walked out of the boat, his thoughts returned to Harry, his nephew in all but blood. How the man wished he could talk with the boy, to apologize for what he had done, to try and teach him. He only hoped the young man would not finish like him, a shadow of a man, who abandoned his friends in his own grief and self-pity, turning his back on himself.
Remus was determined to change that.
He knew he was weak, too far gone into the potions, he was brainwashed to fear what he had become, too scared to embrace the wolf when he could. But in the end, he could not blame anyone but himself. Anna Bell had approached him at the school, and he rejected her, Dumbledore and his own father's ideas were already so engraved in his mind that he couldn't even consider what she was preaching. Today he was going to face them again. Remus was The image of defeat. Weak, looking much older than he really was. An alcoholic and drug addict. A coward who betrayed himself.
But he would do it for Harry.
Jacques had told him Harry had managed to do what he couldn't. With Anna's daughter's help, he was embracing the wolf. Remus was so proud of him, the boy was so strong, he was caring, and fierce, even with everything he had gone through. Things Remus himself had brought over him with his absence.
"The lone wolf is a dead wolf…" Anna's words hung over his head. After Michael's death, he had become a lone wolf. With all those things running in his head, Remus apparated away.
The ragged man reappeared with a pop on the outskirts of London, in front of a big, ancient house, with a well-taken care garden in front of it. The house was built in a neoclassical style, like many other magical ones, but if he had to say, the thing that stood out the most was the woods on the back. Almost as big as the forbidden forest at Hogwarts, the family had fought for generations to maintain it, even when the purebloods came for it. It was as impressive as it was mysterious. But Remus was not there to look at it. With a deep breath, he crossed the garden and knocked at the door.
The door opened after a couple of seconds, a woman with wild curly black hair, a strong jawline, and incredibly deep yellow eyes, making her look at the same time beautiful and feral, looked curiously at him. "She looks a lot like her daughter." Remus thought as his eyes focused on the badge in her blouse, identical to the one on his jacket. "Hello Anna…" the man said with a shy smile.
The woman took a deep breath, before answering. "Remus? Remus Lupin?" He nodded. "By the magic! It's been a while." Remus could notice she was trying to hide her concern for him. It was almost fifteen years since they last saw each other. Anna was five years older than him, but by now, he looked much older than her. Of course, she noticed, she probably could smell the potion on him.
"Too long, yes" Remus replied as she made her way for him to enter. "I had the pleasure to teach your daughter last year. Fierce student, just like you." Remus said with a smile.
"Yes, Katie said you were the best defense teacher they ever had." Anna returned the smile and looked at him. "Remus, I'm sorry to say. You look…"
"Ragged? I know. I am not strong like you, or your family Anna. But I need your help nonetheless." Remus said, not hiding the Shame in his voice.
"Remus, I… I don't know if we can help you anymore, it has been too long." Anna said, with a sad voice.
"I know, but it is not for myself, Anna. I'm long gone now, and I know it. I believe you heard of Harry Potter."
Anna smiled at him, leading the man through the house until the back, closer to the woods. "Of course, the young alpha."
"Is he now?" Remus said surprised, but with a hint of pride.
"Yes, and a quite powerful one if you believe dad and Katie." Anna giggled, it was a strange scene, this predatory woman giggling like a girl. "Katie is quite… stricken by him."
"He does that… and he didn't even notice." They arrived at a terrace, with a big wooden table, with a view of the woods, the entire place was tastefully decorated with a mix of plates and well taken cared plants on vases, both decorative and medicinal, three people were sitting at the table, two women, both older than Anna, one of then wearing the same badge as Remus, with brown hair and the same yellow eyes as Anna. The other, with short blond hair, looking a bit older, had a bright smile at him as Remus greeted both women. They were both dressed in nice muggle clothing, enjoying some tea, the scene was almost bucolic, so much so that Remus had to remind himself that those were dangerous people. But the more prominent figure was Benjamin Bell. The old werewolf had just stood up when Remus entered the room, his confident authority was even more imposing than his size. His grey hair flowed over his shoulder, framing his heavy features. Even missing an arm, Remus had heard the stories about the fight against Grindelwald lieutenants, and Fenryr Greyback, the imposing man looked more than able to defend himself, even without a wand.
Benjamin was the alpha. The alpha Remus Lupin had refused so many years ago. For a moment, he felt overwhelmed with regret but remembered how different the Bell's views on magic were, almost, heretic. Benjamin extended his hand and said.
"Welcome to my territory, Remus. I wish I could say you look good, but that would be a lie."
"Dad!" Anna said.
"Benjamin!" The blond old woman said as well.
Remus waved his hand and smiled. " Don't worry, I can see you remain as direct as ever, Benjamin."
The man smiled, a grin full of ferocity. " To lie would be an insult to us both."
Remus then noticed something. "Why don't you wear a badge, like us?" The professor gestured to himself and the two women with them. "I am sure you are registered."
"The perks for being a war hero, and an old man. I guess the ministry doesn't consider me a threat." Benjamin shrugged
"And they would be wrong. So, no tracking?" The old werewolf nodded. "Tell me, how have you been getting along with Albus Dumbledore lately? If I remember correctly, you fought together, twice." Remus asked
"That was many, many moons ago before he changed."
"Changed?"
"After he defeated Grindelwald, something happened, his smell got all wrong. Nowadays I can say our relationship is intermittent, at best, one of mutual respect, but from afar."
"Are you welcome inside the wards of the school?" Remus got to the point.
"Only through the forbidden forest," Benjamin said.
"Really? And why is that?" Remus was genuinely curious, this fact, along with the lack of tracking from the ministry would make things much easier.
"We are magic's hunters Lupin, and no ward can keep us from a hunting ground."
"Perfect, I need your help…"
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Harry sat at the benches around the former quidditch pit, looking at the growing devil snare in front of him. The maze, for the dreaded third task starting to take form. It was a new kind of torture, he thought, to watch their doom to grow right in front of them. But Harry was not worried about it right now. He was looking, but not seeing it.
Two days. The full moon was so close that it was getting hard to organize his own thoughts, it seems like his mind always drift away to violence, or sex. That was why he was here. The devil snare helped. It numbed his senses. Almost like a drug. Harry knew it was wrong, but he needed to calm down. The runes he had designed with professor Bethsheda's help, painted on the skin of his arms, only got him so far in matters of control.
Every single word Hermione and Katie have said to him replayed in his mind, again and again. Dancing around his head. The young werewolf let them run through his conscience. Measuring every single one of them. Trying to let them sink, measuring which ones were right.
Harry was broken. Ever since he had come to Hogwarts and met Hermione, and saw how things should be, he knew it. But just now he was finally realizing the extent of it. And he hated it. So much anger and angst. The young wizard wanted to change and be happy, instead, he kept sabotaging himself. Like an idiot, like they had conditioned him to do.
And Harry was afraid. Maybe he had blown the best thing he ever had. Harry held the carved dragon bone in his hand. He never took it off. Neither did Fleur. That gave him some courage and a glimpse of hope.
The boy remembered the brief talk he had with Ginny after talking with Hermione.
"Don't worry Harry," The red-haired girl said. "Ron is an idiot, the headmaster got dad a new job already."
"The headmaster, really?"
"Yeap, he asked for some favors, and before we knew it, father got a new job." At this, Blaise gave Harry a strange look. The werewolf could almost smell the suspicion from the tall boy. Harry shared his worries. "granted it does not have the best of conditions and hours. But it's ok, and the pay is even higher."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"He works night shifts. Really Harry, forget about Ron, it's ok, and it is not your fault."
It is not your fault. Everyone kept saying that. But it surely didn't feel this way. But isn't that exactly what Hermione had said. Was he being an egocentric, selfish prick?
But the only solution he could see, the only thing that would make him happy would mean for him to be even more selfish. Much more.
Fuck, how he missed Hermione, how he missed Katie and Daphne, and most of all, how he missed Fleur.
.oOo.
Fleur watched Harry from afar, Her instincts screaming for her to run to him, to hug and kiss him. To make love and comfort him. But the warm dragon bone on her neck made her stop. Harry needed this, the werewolf needed to sort things for himself first. Only after that, they would be able to figure it out together. And they would, that she had promised, both to the man she loved and herself.
The young veela was facing her own choices. The incomplete bond pushing her forward.
Complete it, or let it go.
Fleur knew she was ruined, even if she let it go, no one would be like Harry. This door would forever be closed. Nor Hermione or anyone she could meet later would make her magic sing to her like that. The wizard brought the better of her. The young werewolf shattered her shields down, and instead of loathing her, Harry held her close to his heart and showed Fleur what was like to be loved for whom she was, with all her flaws, problems and qualities. They laughed together, shared their pains and worries, and the sex was fantastic, and that was even before the bond.
But Fleur knew she couldn't be all that Harry needed. At least not right now. She was not a werewolf herself, like Katie, or a master in English society and laws, a player like Daphne. And, after what happened between Hermione and herself, she was feeling like a hypocrite, for asking Harry to cut the other girls off.
More than once Fleur contemplated terminating the bond and letting it go. But she couldn't. The simple bone fragment on her hand was proof of it. Harry never let it go. The werewolf had it with him always. The boy loved her, there was not a shadow of doubt of that, and she loved him. But Harry was afraid.
That was something only she could give him. She was sure only she could heal him. Make him come to terms with his own feelings as she makes peace with her own.
Fleur turned her head when she heard someone approach. Hermione walked over to her, with a concerned look on her face.
"I… I may have said some things to him." Hermione said with a sad voice.
"I know."
"Do you think I have gone too far? I was so angry and frustrated, I said things I don't even think are true..."
"He needed it, Hermione, what is done is done. now we need to let him process."
"Do you think he can?" Hermione bit her bottom lip.
Fleur glared at the bush-haired witch. Definitely not Hermione. "Of course, he can, Hermione. Harry is way stronger than people think. Even now I can see it. He may be broken, but he is not a child and has not been for a long time. Just give him until after the full moon."
Hermione bit her lips again, a little taken back by the older witch's tone. Fleur could see the insecurity in her friend's gaze. "You are right….sorry… anyway, we also need to sort things between us…"
"Sorry Hermione, I do like you, but…" Fleur started saying in a more friendly voice.
"No, I mean all of us. You, me, Katie, and Daphne. I have discovered something that I think everyone needs to hear.
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With a quick wave of his hand, Harry made a series of shining numbers appear in front of him, showing the exact time of the day. The wizard still had five minutes until the time written on the note, so he was not surprised there was no door on the wall of the room of requirements. Daphne was usually very punctual during her appointments. Harry took the note from his pocket, and the werewolf instantly recognized her exquisite hand letter, so controlled and precise, like the young woman who wrote it. Harry thought it was funny how even the light reflected on the ink reminded him of the way the light reflected on her straight black hair. And even if Harry didn't recognize the handwriting (something he thought was easy, after he started working on runes), her blueberry scent was all over the small piece of yellow parchment. The girl probably wanted to talk to him about Sirius and the next political move.
Once more, Harry thought if it was not a mistake being there. But after talking with Hermione, he needed to start moving forward and mending bridges. Harry was just going to enter the room, say he was sorry, and ask to move the meeting to three days in the future, after the full moon, nice and easy, that way he would have a little more time to organize his own thoughts. The simple image of Daphne on his head, made his hormones explode and the wolf got restless. The same was going on for both Fleur and Katie, leaving Harry even more confused.
Harry was a hypocritical, sexist ass. At least that was how he seemed in his own mind. Hermione had taught him these words last year, after her parent's divorce. She had learned a lot that summer.
Precisely at eight, a door appeared in front of him, and the wizard entered the room. Only to be faced with something he was not ready for.
A soft tune was playing on the wireless, a series of silver curtains covered the far side of the room, shining reflecting the light of the big chandelier with more than a dozen magic candles, with many different colors hanging from the roof, slowly rotating creating a subtle but beautiful light show over a dance floor, the same they used for practice before the ball. And on the other side, there was Daphne.
The young woman was wearing a silver one-strapped dress, that hugged her torso perfectly, adjusting to her natural curves with elegance, with flowing, all transparent layer after layer of fabrics over her legs, creating the illusion of a silver cascade, her midnight black hair was done in a knot over her head, held by a beautiful piece of jewelry in the form of a serpent, with two precisely loose bangs on each side, framing her beautiful face, and contrasting perfectly with her ivory skin. Daphne was also wearing matching snake earrings and a necklace, all her jewelry was emerald green, like Harry's eyes. A soft smile formed on her red-painted mouth.
Harry could be many things, but one thing he had learned while with Fleur was how to get a hint. After he could breathe again with the vision of beauty in front of him, he raised his head proudly and walked with resolve to Daphne, extending his hand to her with an educated measure."Would the beautiful lady give me the pleasure of this dance?" The wizard asked with a soft tone.
Daphne accepted his hand and said in an equal formal tone. "It would be my honor, my lord"
Harry placed his right hand around her narrow waist and pulled her close to him, closer than needed for a waltz, but he didn't care. Drinking on her scent, feeling the warmth of her body next to him, he started leading her to the rhythm of the music. "You look stunning, almost too beautiful to be true," Harry said, his face merely inches from hers. Sparkles shined on Daphne's usually cold blue eyes, and Harry knew she was happy. "And thank you for not wearing perfume…"
"I know my lord has a great appreciation for my natural odors." the girl teased in a joking tone.
"You have no idea…" was all Harry could answer.
They danced through the floor, almost like floating, both teens bathing in each other's presence. The first song finished, giving place to an even slower tune. Daphne rested her head on Harry's shoulder, her warm breath sending shivers down his body, right through his manhood, for a second Harry cursed the wolf and the full moon, hoping she did not notice.
"Don't worry Harry," Daphne said in his ear, almost in a whisper. "Let it go, I like it." Daphne molded her body to his, as close as possible. "I will be totally honest with you Harry, I chose this night on purpose. I want you, All of you, I want to show I am not afraid of the big.. bad.. wolf…" The girl said each word followed by a light bite on his earlobe.
Her scent was overwhelming. "Daphne, I don't know if you understand…" Harry started saying.
"Of course I do Harry. I told you, when I know what I want, I get it. And I want you, Harry." The boy felt her hands clenching tight against his back like she was afraid of letting him go. "Even when someone messed with my mind, I still wanted you. I will have everything they took from me back. I will have you." There was so much resolve, so much strength in her voice, that Harry's member twitched. The werewolf moved his hands up and down her back. "I want you Harry, and I accept you. I accept that Katie is a part of your life that you can't dismiss, being a pure-blood witch I am ok with that. I want you to be mine. I want to help you change the world."
Her voice was sultry now, and he could smell her increasing arousal. Even so, even if each hormone-fueled cell on his body screamed for Harry to make Daphne his, he needed to ask. Harry needed to be sure. He moved his head until they could look in each other's eyes, glowing green and deep icy blue.
"Even so, Daphne. I Don't want you to feel obligated to do anything you don't want to do for me. I don't want to be this kind of man."
Daphne gave him a seductive smile. They kept dancing close all this time. When Daphne spoke again, her voice was low, and full of lust.
"The first time Katie bragged about shagging you, I was angry and jealous, but that same night I fingered myself thinking about you two together." Harry gulped. "I was so incredibly angry and horny, my fingers slipped so easily." Both teens started breathing a little more heavily. " Then when I heard you and Fleur inside the broom cupboard, my panties got soooo wet that I had to run to my dorm room and finger myself again Harry…" The werewolf's hands slowly started running down her back. "Can you smell it?" Harry took a deep breath. "Can you smell how wet I am right now?"
Harry's hand cupped her arse, and Daphne kissed him, softly probing his mouth with her tongue, exploring each place she could reach, moaning in delight. When they separated, she resumed her verbal attack.
"Before I get ready tonight, I was so excited about meeting you that I had to masturbate just to calm down. Behind those curtains there is a bed, the same one I used to lay down and slip my fingers in and out my cunt… and caress my clit… want me to show you?"
With a grunt, Harry was gone.
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Daphne could not believe how excited she was. The verbal attack was designed to get Harry ready and take advantage of the proximity of the full moon. even if everything she said was true, but the witch was not ready for her own body's reaction to his. When Daphne felt his hardness, her body responded almost instantly, she could feel her juices damping her panties. It got even worse when he grabbed her arse, and with the hungry kiss, she was as gone as him.
The initially soft and intimate kisses gave place to passion-fueled, almost furious ones. Her hands ran down his hair, Daphne was craving for what rightfully was hers. The girl felt his hands lifting her from the ground, and she quickly wrapped her legs around him. In the back of her mind, her cold, analytic side was trying to make sense of things. Why was this so good? Why did his touch feel like electricity, making her want more and more? Was it his magic dwelling with hers? The alpha thing? Right now, Daphne didn't care. Right now she was not the ice queen, she was just a girl giving herself to the boy she loved. Daphne bite his neck, hard enough to mark him, She was giving herself to him, and she wanted to get fucked!
The witch didn't even notice he had carried her to the bed while she was sucking, and biting his neck and collar, as She unmade his tie and threw it away. Daphne noticed she was forcefully grinding her hips against his, trying to feel his hardness through his trousers, she groaned in frustration. "Too much clothing…" she whispered in his ear.
Harry straightened himself over her and removed his jumper and shirt. Daphne saw his beautiful messy hair and the results of her own ministrations on his neck and collar. She felt proud, he would not be able to hide it. A panting, sweat Harry then moved his hands to her dress and gave her one of those smiles. The predator smile, the one that made the girls' legs tremble like jelly, and soaked their pussies. Daphne simply nodded and with a swift, strong movement thanks to his werewolf strength, her dress was ripped and gone, leaving her only on her soaked panties.
"You are so beautiful…" Harry said, looking at her almost perfect medium-sized breasts, the small pink nipples contrasting with her ivory skin. Daphne felt then getting even harder with the tone of his voice. How did he do that? She felt like her body was on fire, a fire only he could extinguish.
Harry must have noticed the way she looked because his assault on her breasts was relentless. The boy covered her right nipple with his mouth, lighting biting it while he pinched the left one with his hand. A moan left Daphne's mouth, which seemed to encourage him to bite a little more forcefully. After he licked around it and repeated the process on her left breast, before kissing and licking and sucking down her shapely belly. It seemed like he too was determined to mark Daphne as his.
Harry kissed her hip bones and over the rem of her panties. The witch's underwear was wet with her juices, and Harry took a deep breath, making Daphne blush as he took her scent in, before the werewolf kissed her mound over her panties. Even though the fabric, it sent so much magic and pleasure through her body that the witch arched her back and moaned loudly, in an unexpected orgasm, she felt like losing control over her body and magic. When she looked at him, Daphne saw a mischievous gaze that sent shivers up her body.
"We are not done yet, my lady. Actually, we have just started." Harry said before he pulled the hem of her panties. Daphne was breathing heavily while he threw her underwear away. She knew what was coming next. Daphne knew through Fleur and Katie how Harry loved to taste his girls.
Harry held her knees and spread them apart, moving them up her body, giving him a complete full view of her recently shaved pussy and pulsating pink anus. Instead of being ashamed, Daphne felt proud of the gaze full of admiration and lust Harry gave her. His twitching pulsating cock only showed how much he wanted her. Harry kissed the inside of her tights, getting closer and closer to her own swollen outer lips. Harry then licked the entirety of her pussy lips. The werewolf then used his tongue to attack the girl's clitoris. Daphne moaned. The witch held her own knees high, bulking her hips, and giving Harry full access to her. Harry must have sensed what she wanted because his tongue darted to her magically cleaned anus. Harry licked in and around her rosebud with gusto, Delighting himself in the pleasure he was giving her.
"Yes, Harry! Yes, lick my arse, like that! Yes…" Daphne was babbling, almost nonsensically. The girl felt something pressing against her anus entrance as Harry moved his mouth back to her dripping cunt. "YES HAAAAARY!" the witch screamed as he moved a finger inside her arse.
Daphne felt another orgasm building, his finger going inside and out her sensitive anus as his mouth skillfully worked her pussy. The girl felt like exploding. "Yes yes yes yes yes…" Daphne held Harry's hair like her only lifeline to sanity. It never had been so good on herself. With a loud scream, she came, her fluids flooding into her lover's mouth, the muscles of her anus pressing against his finger. "FUUUUUCK!"
"I plan to do just that…" Harry said in her ear, as she came back from her orgasmic high, positioning the tip of his hard cock on her entrance.
"Please…" Daphne wimped, she wanted it so much.
"You set the pace, ok?"
Daphne nodded, she knew it would hurt, but she was eager to overcome it. If the pleasure she was feeling was the reward, it was worth it. With a small push, he pushed the pulsing head of his member inside her. The girl gasped, Harry was not small, and she tried to relax to the new sensation, and accommodate him inside her. She relaxed and he pushed more of his member inside her.
Daphne was starting to get used to the feeling, it was weird but so good at the same time when she felt him meeting her barrier. She opened her eyes and found his glowing emerald orbs, full of love and patience, and yet hungrily feral The witch nodded, she wanted him, she needed to be one with him. With a final strong push, Harry was fully inside her.
First, she felt a stinging pain and gritted her teeth, then Daphne had the sensation of fullness, like nothing she had ever felt. As the pain lessened, she felt her own body adjusting to accommodate Harry inside of her. The werewolf just stayed there, waiting, kissing her mouth and jawline, until the pain was almost gone. "You can move now…" Daphne finally whispered.
Daphne was not ready for the sensations that hit her. When Harry withdrew his hips, moving his cock almost completely outside of her, she felt like her body tried to hold him inside, and when he moved back, it welcomed him in with a wave of pleasure. Harry was holding her legs up, creating an angle where the head of his dick touched the roof of her vagina every time he entered or left, making her clit tremble until his hips touched it. The witch arched her body and scratched his back.
"Goodness, this… this… fuck Harry, this… is… so… good… fuck fuck fuck." Daphne kept going and he went inside and out. Harry's own moans joined her incongruent speech. "Fuck me, Harry, please. Faster…"
Harry abridged, his sack hitting against her arse, sending in yet another wave of pleasure through her body. "Oh my, oh my, oh my… yes yeeeeees!"
Daphne felt the now familiar sensation of her building orgasm, this one even more intense. How could this be so good? The first time was supposed to hurt, and yet here she was screaming in pleasure. Her own magic singing to this young man on top of her. The feeling of her insides clenching into him in his retreat, just to welcome him back each time, the wet sounds their bodies were producing, the panting coming from Harry as he felt the pleasure of being with her.
"I… I'm close, Daphne, I'm gonna…"
Daphne opened her eyes and looked at Harry, he was holding one of her legs up, with an expression of pure bliss, for a moment he looked like he was glowing with magic and sweat. Daphne loved that face, that expression, it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw, even his scars were sexy like that. and she was responsible for it. Looking at Harry that way, together with his relentless pounding shot her own sensations through the roof. She clawed his chest and back screaming.
"Yes harry, yes baby… fuck me, cum for me, let it go!"
Daphne felt his dick twitch inside her, and then, like a warm explosion, his hot release hit her womb. The new feeling of completion throwing the young witch to her own orgasm. Daphne strongly held Harry, like he was all she had in her life.
"Haaaarry… I'm coming… I'm coming! FUUUUUCK! OH MY…. OH MY… FUUUUUCK!"
It took a while before Daphne could register Harry's kisses on her cheeks and neck, she was panting in delight, Harry still inside her overflowing cunt. The boy had released her leg, and his kisses were feather-light, full of love and intimacy. When he noticed she was back, he looked at her, with that amazing mischievous grin and glowing eyes.
"It seems we got ourselves a screamer…"
"Pratt! I hate and I love you so much." Daphne answered before giving him a deep, passionate kiss.
.oOo.
At the same time, in the Beauxbaton carriage, Fleur Delacour had fingered herself into orgasm, thinking of her raven-haired werewolf.
Chapter 20
Harry couldn't help but smile as he watched Daphne getting dressed. Luckily she had brought her school robes to the room, as her dress was torn to pieces. The young werewolf felt guilty at first when he came down from his orgasmic bliss and looked at the state of her clothes and neck. Maybe he had let just a little too much of his wolf emerge during their lovemaking.
"Harry, don't worry…" Daphne said after taking a sip from a potion when he brought it up. "I am as guilty as you, and I don't regret it; it was perfect…" The girl finished in a dreamy voice, kissing his lips, then landing soft kisses on his jawline. Harry looked at the potion on her hand and raised his eyebrows. He had taken this kind of elixir too many times to recognize the smell of a pain-relieving potion.
"Did I hurt you?" Harry could hear the concern in his own voice.
"Goddess, how cute are you, and how concerned. No, Harry, it was amazing, all three times, but I need to walk back to the e dungeons, and I will be somewhat sore tomorrow. Better safe than sorry." Daphne's smile was contagious, Harry could not only smell her happiness, the pheromones in the air, but he could see the magic colors dancing around them. Daphne was glowing in his eyes, and it was beautiful. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her.
The kiss was passionate, carrying, and full of promises that not even he understood yet. Harry felt the beautiful witch melting in his arms and loved the feeling. He was starting to realize something about himself. Harry was beginning to see how the feelings of protectionism, almost possessiveness, the boy felt about them helped him move forward. But weirdly, they were different from what he initially thought.
The werewolf didn't want to control or boss them around; no, he loved how they melted and moaned and smiled at him. Not only that, it was not only his girls. He liked how he could help Neville and how he was there for him in return. How happy he was for Blaise and Ginny. Harry realized that his instincts pressed him to help them move forward, to protect the pack, just like Katie had said.
But Daphne, Katie, Fleur, and Hermione, to some stand, were different. They were special and connected to him in a way he couldn't yet explain. Even the thought of living without one of them was painful. Yet he was doing it, living in pain for the last few weeks.
His emotions were a mess. And the full moon was not helping.
Harry took the invisibility cloak and wrapped it around Daphne and himself.
"Hum… here, I was afraid you would ask to pop me out." The witch said with a radiant smile that sent a warm wave through his magic.
"Now, what is the fun in that? That way, I can keep touching you a little more." Harry said as they walked, running his hand up her tight and under her robes, giving her naked bun a soft squeeze, marveling by how fit it was.
"You are a pervert wolf, you know…" she said with false indignation.
"Guilty as charged…" Harry gave her a mischievous grin.
As they reached the dungeon's entrance, Harry sighed and held Daphne's chin, making her look at him. He needed to talk to her. "Daphne, tonight was amazing, but…"
"I know, Harry. But I am not giving up on you." Daphne said. "consider it a first step towards fixing things."
Harry smiled at her and kissed her lips again. "I have dreamed about you for a long time, but my emotions are a mess right now. I am broken, Daphne. I don't even know if I can be fixed… no, let me finish. Right now, I can't decide, but after the full moon, I will fix it, one way or another. I promise." Harry kissed her again. A deep passionate kiss for all the stolen years.
.oOo.
Daphne watched as Harry disappeared inside his cloak, ending what had been the best night of her life. "So far…" she thought hopefully. Harry was her's, and she knew it. Daphne had already made peace with the fact they would never be alone. Even without Fleur, Katie would always be there. Right now, after tonight, she didn't care, as long as she also knew he was hers.
Yes, he was a broken man, someone had done that to him, but the girl felt she could help him mend. But Daphne also knew she couldn't do that alone. But right now, for the young witch, all that mattered was the feeling of joy she was feeling; not even the little hint of pain between her legs could spoil it. Harry had totally accepted her, all the things the girl liked and wanted, and he responded in kind, making her feel beautiful and wanted. And goddess, how she had cum. A lot. The witch was exhausted, and he didn't even flinch. Once again, Katie was right.
Daphne opened her double dorm door, trying to be as silent as possible but to no avail. She had barely entered the room before being assaulted by the arms and questions of her jumpy roommate.
"Oh my goodness, it's so late! So it worked? Did you guys shag? Was he good? Did it hurt? How did you manage it?" Tracey shot in rapid succession with a silly smile.
"Calm down, Tracey…"
"Holy crap! You are glowing!" Tracey's eyes went wide.
"What?"
"Not metaphorically glowing, I mean, that too, but actually glowing with magic! Just like Fleur!" Tracey explained. "Is like… beautiful!"
Daphne gave her a shy smile.
"Ha! he shagged you rotten! So long, ice queen! Long live the ass queen!" Tracey made a mocking toast.
"Shut up, Tracey! Yes, it worked, yes, we made love, and yes, it was good…" Daphne sighed.
"Hum, too good, it seems… I want the sordid details, the graphic details. But first, Hermione asked me to pass you that." Tracey gave her a note. "Also, Blaise is worried, and he said Draco is acting weird. Guess he will talk to you in the morning."
Daphne nodded and took the note. Draco was troublesome and had been exhibiting erratic behavior over the last weeks. If he was somehow planning something against Harry, he was in for a world of pain.
"Enough with that, now to the more serious stuff, tell me every fucking thing!" Tracey said, grabbing Daphne's hands.
Daphne sighed. She knew there was no escape.
.oOo.
Daphne woke up feeling sore. The witch quickly retrieved a pain relief potion from her personal and secret stash and let the refreshing wave wash over her body. The memory from the last night came back to her, and the pain was totally worthed. She made a mental note to talk with Katie after the little get-together Hermione had planned for lunchtime. Maybe Daphne and the chaser could work something together to learn more about the pack magic and finally get Harry to come back to the two of them. But those were plans for later.
Now she was just starting.
The dark-haired girl shook her friend over on the next bed, not so subtly. "Wake up, Tracey." and then left for the bathroom.
Daphne looked at herself in the full-body mirror. Did she really look different? The girl didn't think so. But she certainly felt different, like something long overdue was finally back in place.
"Get it together, Daphne…" She thought. " We are not together yet, which was just a step forward, and we still have a long way to go. And there is Fleur."
She frowned, thinking about the French veela. It hurt to admit, but Harry did love her as well. And she was a fierce woman. Tracey entered the bathroom, giving her best friend a knowing smile and wink. "Looking well shagged!" The blonde girl said, making Daphne roll her eyes.
They walked to the common hall together and sat beside Blaise. The tall, dark young wizard gave her a piercing look. Something was wrong. Daphne nodded to him. The three of them got up and walked to an empty classroom on her way to the day's first class. Blaise quickly locked and silenced the door. "I think we may have a problem…" The boy started saying
"Do tell."
"Draco. It seems he is really back to his old self, and even Parkinson is attached back to his arm…"
"Really, when did that happen?" Tracey asked
"A couple of days ago, you would have noticed if you weren't so busy fucking Potter." The tall boy glared.
"Burgger Blaise!" Daphne waved.
"I am just saying, this shit is not normal, the way his behavior is shifting. He was bragging to Nott about something his father is going to get to help the Dark Lord."
"Did he tell what it is?" Daphne asked. That was bad.
"No…"
"Is Parkinson still fucking Weasley?"
"Yes." Tracey answered. "If I didn't know better, I would be tempted to say she is in love, but I don't know if pug face is capable of that."
"Does Draco know?" Daphne asked.
Double negative.
"Good. Blaise, keep an eye on Draco; something is definitely not right. Let's go to class while I think about this." Daphne finished, the pieces were moving, and the full moon was close.
.oOo.
Fleur stepped out of the carriage to a sight she had missed for almost a month now. Harry was there, leaning on a tree and looking at the lake. The young veela watched his messy hair flowing with the wind, round spectacles, and feral eyes. The full moon was close, bringing the wolf almost to the surface. The wizard turned at her with worried eyes but with a smile.
Fleur somehow knew why he was there. Daphne. Maybe it was the bond, or perhaps the pack magic, and she was not sure how; she just knew. The veela was feeling angry and jealous. And guilty. Did Harry know about Hermione? She had no idea how much of the bond he could still feel.
Harry walked toward her, and Fleur had to fight the urge to run into his arms. The werewolf somehow looked almost stable. "Fleur, can we talk?" he asked.
"Sure 'arry." They walked to a tree trunk next to the lake. Fleur looked at him, gazing right back at her, and the veela got lost in the glowing green orbs. So many different emotions were staring back at her: fear, anger, and most of all, love. Harry was a mess.
"Fleur, before anything… I miss you, I really do, and I understand if you never want to talk to me or look into my face anymore. I understand if you want to be with Hermione even…"
The veela was taken aback. "You knew it…"
Harry just pointed at his own nose before running his hand through his hair, the way he used to do when he was nervous. Fleur wished she was the one doing it to calm him down.
"Fleur, don't worry, I know it, I'm… ok with it, I think. No, I am an idiot, a hypocrite, and a bastard." Harry raised his hand before the girl could speak. "Hear me out; I did something last night."
"You sleep with Daphne," Fleur said in a sad voice. The girl felt angry and jealous, but hadn't she done the same with Hermione?
Harry looked surprised. "Yes, I did…" the boy looked down. Fleur had to fight her anger. She was feeling the fire starting to burn inside herself. But why was that? It was because it had been Daphne? Had it been Hermione or Katie, she would be so angry? "I know you must hate me now…"
Fleur realized she was afraid of losing him, and she was fearful of losing him to Daphne. "I don't hate you…" Fleur finally said as she started to calm down.
"you don't?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"You hate me for being with 'Hermione?" Fleur asked, afraid of the answer.
"No, of course not. You are the best thing that ever happened in my life Fleur. Even if you don't want to see me ever again, I will never hate you! I love you, Fleur, and I ever will!" Harry was quick to answer, and Fleur could sense the honesty in his words.
All the rage was subtly gone from her, and she could feel the emotional turmoil, the truth of his words. Harry really did love her. "I love you too 'arry. With all my heart. I can never hate you. I am angry and hurt, and so are you, I know. But I love you." Fleur finally said.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"The only thing I am afraid of is living without you!" That was all she could answer.
"Fleur, I am a mess right now. I can't think straight. If I hadn't slept with Daphne, I would not even be able to speak with you. I don't know what will happen to us. But I can tell you this. I do love you, and after the full moon, I will fix all the bloody mess I put us all in. I can't promise it will all work out. But I will fix it, one way or another…"
Harry was rambling, and Fleur could see he was at a breaking point. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him and put her lips on his.
Like the first time they kissed, it seemed like the world had stopped. When their tongues touched, she felt like melting, and he was her wolf. At that moment, full of rage, lust, and love, Fleur made a decision.
With or without Daphne, she would complete the bond.
.oOo.
After eating and refreshing herself, Daphne walked outside the castle, the spring finally starting to take away the last chilling winds from the winter days.
Harry had talked with Fleur like she expected he would do. The boy was honest, and she loved him for that. Daphne knew he loved the French girl as much as he loved her. Being a pureblood witch, growing up with Tracey, and having only her sister as a sibling, Daphne knew being a second wife was always possible. To say she was happy with it was a stretch. The witch would prefer Harry only for herself, especially after last night. Still, after finally passing the time with the wizard and getting to really know him, she understood he would be miserable without Katie and Hermione in his life. Katie and Hermione would always be there, one way or another.
The witch arrived at the quidditch field, looking around to see the strange weeds growing for the third task. One more thing she had to deal with. Her man had enemies, deadly and powerful ones, and Harry needed all the help he could get.
Daphne always had considered herself a powerful witch, and she was competent and a fast learner. The witch was always in the top tier of her peers. Only Hermione would usually score higher, but after seeing Harry and Fleur, and, in a different way, Katie, she understood they were not her peers in magical prowess. They were in a different league of their own. They leak power, and she finally understood the likes of Dumbledore or the dark lord. If Harry survived, he and Fleur could be as powerful as the older wizards, maybe even more if they were together.
No, Daphne's power was different, like the other Greengrasseses. The girl was intelligent and ruthless, and she had information. Daphne knew things and how things were done. And Harry needed that knowledge if he wanted to make changes. Being lord Potter and heir of the Blacks, two of the more influential families, both in the so-called light and dark sides of the mote, was a power he was only starting to understand. Being married to the heir of the Greengrass, the most influential grey family, would make the alliance a force to be reckoned with. That FLeur was the daughter of one of the most influential politicians in France only helps. People would love and hate him. Harry will come to realize that change, lasting changes at least, were not made only at wand point.
The fact that Fleur was half veela, and if word got out that Harry himself was a werewolf would cause an immense backlash. And he would need Daphne to help him to fight against it. That was her power. But, for any of this to come to fruition, he needed to survive. And she would make sure of it. If there was something Daphne shared with the other witches, it was that.
Thinking about it, she finally saw the other girls, sitting on the benches around the forming maze. What a weird group, the Gryffindor who was brighter than Ravenclaws, the werewolf chaser, the veela princess, and now the snake who didn't believe in blood purity (and slept with lions, she reminded herself with a grim). Daphne got up to their side. Hermione smiled at her, but Fleur glared at her, and Katie gave a deep sniff and a confused look.
"I'm glad you made it, Daphne." the bushy-haired witch said in a weird cheerful voice.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss our little get-togethers for nothing. But why here, Hermione?" Daphne asked m
Hermione pointed at the growing maze. "Devil's snare. It will help Katie, as the full moon is tomorrow."
"I still don't think that is a good idea…" The chaser said.
"Well, I guess we all know why we are here…" Hermione started with her lecture tone, waving away the werewolf girl's concerns.
.oOo.
"That will not work…" Katie thought with a sigh. As much as the devil's snare numbed her senses, it was not enough, especially so close to the full moon. Worse yet, both Daphne and Fleur had Harry's scent all over them. The werewolf tried to force herself to pay attention to Hermione's words.
"So, I think I am safe to say that everyone here worries about Harry." The bushy-haired girl looked at the other three. "More than that, I would go as far as to say everyone here loves him in one way or.another."
There was an uncomfortable silence. Katie noticed that Daphne and Fleur refused to look at each other's faces.
"We all also know he is in danger. First of all, there is the psycho wraith around, but I believe there is more than that. Someone put his name on the goblet, and I firmly believe the tasks were rigged, and I am pretty sure chief Bones think the same."
"That is obvious," Daphne said. "The wizardry world is really averse to change, and anyone with half a brain can see that Harry is a powerful force for that."
"I will not lie…" continued Hermione. "I think it will get worse before it gets better. So, if any of you want out, now is the time." No one moved, and Fleur even scoffed.
"Great, so I was studying the book written by Katie's ancestor and also did a lot of studies on some other forms of bonding…"
That was a little too much for Katie.
"Wait, wait, wait, Hermione… if we are going to discuss that, don't you think we are missing one essential person?" the she-wolf asked.
"I don't think so, and we can solve this amongst ourselves; Harry would not understand…" Hermione said.
"What? Damn! Why not?" Katie was fuming at this; how could Hermione say that after what she had done?
"Erm… Harry has some… problems in the emotional area…" all three girls glared at Hermione. "And he is a boy…"
"Man," Fleur said.
"ok, he is a male…"
Katie crossed her arms and potted. "That is dragonshit! You are the one who acted behind his back!" The girl got up to leave.
"Wait, hear me up!" Hermione pleaded.
Katie was angry, her breath was fast, and her body temperature was getting high. But she trusted Hermione. More than this, Harry trusted her. She tried to calm herself and listen.
She soon discovered how hard it would be.
.oOo.
Fleur looked at Katie. The veela couldn't help but to agree with the beautiful she-wolf and to admire her loyalty. The veela herself was feeling something very similar. A hint of guilt came to the French witch. Was this the pack bond? Did she underestimate their connection so much, just as other people tend to do with the veela bond? All because of jealousy?
Fleur looked the girl in the eyes. Katie also had the wolf eyes Harry had, although hers did not glow and were almost yellow now. But they were beautiful nonetheless. Fleur smiled at her.
"I think Katie is right, and Harry told me he would try and solve things after the full moon… I don't know if it is fair for us to discuss without him."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course, he will try; that is what Harry does; he tries to solve and fix things, too many things on his own. Tell me, Fleur, do you want to come back to him?
"Oui, of course!" Fleur felt almost insulted by the question. Daphne and Katie looked at her, then at Hermione.
"Daphne, what if he says he wants you?" Hermione asked, and Daphne kept a cold expression and just nodded.
"Harry is my alpha, and I would never leave him," Katie answered before Hermione even asked.
"But you want more?" Hermione asked.
"Damn yes!" Katie said in an angry tone.
"Would any of you be willing to give him up?"
Daphne shook her head, and Katie waved her hand and scoffed.
"you know I can't 'ermione…" Fleur said in a soft voice
"Wait," Daphne finally said. "What does that supposed to mean?"
This girl, why did this girl make Fleur so angry? The veela could almost feel the fireballs on her hands. Then it hit her; she was afraid of Daphne and losing Harry to her. She had hit her when she told Fleur may not be there next year. Fleur was not there before and could not be there when Harry needed her again.
Daphne made her feel guilty.
"I'm trying to get there. The thing is, not one of you, of us, would give him up. But some of us want more than just to be at his side. I think that is the pack bond forming. I have watched the bonds forming closely, and I am almost sure this is what is happening here."
"I always thought this kind of thing was a myth…" Daphne whispered.
"Soulbonds are a myth, but we have many other kinds of magical bonds. Magical marriages, business, and house alliances, of course, he has this effect on us because we all have strong feelings for him even before. But we are not the only ones." Hermione continued. "For example, look at how Blaise and Neville started following him. Of course, he was already a natural leader in my eyes, but his magic accentuated it. Kinda like the headmaster does." the girls nodded.
Fleur was sure her feelings for Harry were not a product of some magical compulsion. Neither was his for her. She remembered their letters fondly and how they grew at each other. On the contrary, the magic was the result of their feelings. But was it true for the others as well?
Hermione continued, and Fleur had to agree with Harry; her lecture tone was kind of funny. "So, after some research and some arithmancy equations…"
"Wait, you calculate the bond? Is that even possible?" Katie asked.
"Not the bond exactly, but how it grows and its effects, and everything can be turned into equations." Hermione giggled. "I was saying, yes, the werewolf pack bond seems to work like a coven bond…" all girls were taken aback. Covens were powerful and rare, and most people thought of them as dark magic. "But not exactly the same, Katie; no need to kill me. The thing is, Harry is powerful, that is the reason you see him as an alpha or the center of a coven, but there is another wild card there."
Fleur knew what was coming next. The witch thought about asking Hermione to stop but decided it was better to let it all in the clear. Those girls needed to understand her feelings for her wolf. But was she able to understand theirs?
"See, Harry's pack bond is not a pure one...because he is in another bond already, and it has influenced him profoundly," Hermione said, and Even Fleur was taken by surprise by this. "I think the magic of both bonds intertwined and affected each other…" Hermione said, looking at Fleur.
"Wait, hold on, what are you talking about? What other bond?" Daphne asked.
Hermione looked at Fleur, and the veela just nodded. "Fleur is forming a veela bond with him…" the bushy-haired witch said.
All hell broke loose.
.oOo.
Hermione watched as both Daphne and Katie opened and closed their mouths a few times, and Fleur just looked at them with a prideful defiant gaze. Hermione was ready to start talking again, but Daphne beat her to it.
"Wait, you are bonding with him?" It has been only a few times that Hermione saw Daphne that emotional. "I hope the stories they tell About the bloody veela bond are not true!"
"I have to say they are. ALL OF THEM!" Fleur said defiantly.
"Damn!" Katie said. "Hold on, does Harry know?" Fleur turned her defiant gaze at the werewolf. "Fleur, does Harry bloody know?"
"Non … but I think he suspects…" Fleur said in defeat.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Katie roared, her eyes looking even more feral and taking the girls by surprise. " When will you people stop making this to him? When will you stop making decisions about his life without telling him!" Both Fleur and Hermione flinched at this, and Hermione felt a pinch of pain in her chest. Was Katie right? Did she trust Harry so little with his own life?
"Would it have made any difference?" Hermione asked. "The bond occurs almost naturally when the veela finds and loves a suitable person…"
"Of course, it would…" Daphne said in a more neutral tone. The witch had recomposed herself But hearing the condescending tone of her voice, Fleur snapped.
"What would have changed!" The blond witch got up, and Hermione could see her veela hereditary coming out in her eyes and flowing hair. "It would have stopped you from sleeping with him? I know it wouldn't, as you did it anyway, using the full moon to convince him!"
Hermione was taken aback; Daphne had sex with Harry. How would that change things? Had she really used the proximity with the full moon to lure him?
"It may not have stopped her…" Katie said. "But would have stopped him! Damn! Nothing like this would have happened!"
"How do you know? He may have wanted it anyway, and I know Daphne wanted it!" Fleur said.
"Yes, just like you slept with Hermione! Yes, Fleur, I know, and he knows! He really thought he had lost you!" Katie answered. " Do you really think it wouldn't have made a difference?"
Fleur covered her mouth with her hand. Hermione tried to talk, to defend FLeur; she was the one who had gone to the veela. Fleur was in a fragile moment, and they had been connected closely through the pack bond since the second task. But again, Daphne was faster.
"Wait, you are willing to share Harry with Hermione but not with us?" the girl narrowed her eyes to the French. "Is this because we are not witch's witches? Because we are not interested in you that way, and she is? How egotistical is that!"
Hermione looked wide-eyed at Daphne, her eyes darting from one witch to another like a tennis match. Was that true?
"No!" Fleur actually screamed, with tears in her eyes. "Nom, it's not that…"
All the girls went silent, watching the prideful veela cry. For a moment, she looked as fragile as any of them. Not the perfect model, the magical prodigy, or the tournament champion, just a girl like them.
"Then why Fleur? You know he can legally have more than one wife, he could be with all of us, and you know he needs us… why?" Daphne finally asked.
"Because… I didn't want to share because I was afraid… the bond allows me to read Harry's emotions…" Fleur looked at Hermione with something like pity in her eyes. "Sorry 'Hermione, he does really love you, he desires you… us, like, you will always be there, one way or another" She turned to the other girls. "But Harry profoundly loves you two, really loves you, even if he didn't realize. He can't let you go… is not just desire… I was afraid of losing him to you…"
Hermione felt tears burning in her eyes. She knew that she could feel what Harry had with the other girls was different, but to listen to it be said was hard nonetheless. Would he ever be with her? Would she want it?
In the silence that followed, she decided it was not important right now.
.oOo.
The girls stayed in silence for a long time. Daphne let it all sink in. The bond, Fleurs fears, her love for Harry. He loved her back. She knew it. With a deep breath, Daphne got up, walked to Hermione, and sat beside her. With a smile, the Slytherin girl hugged the Gryffindor. She felt Hermione's tears on her shoulder and whispered at her after a couple of minutes. "He probably loves you even more than any of us, even if it is in a different way. You always have been there for him, and he will always be there for you. Besides, there is time…"
Daphne allowed Hermione to stay hidden on her shoulder while looking at the other girls. Harry loved them, all three of them. It warmed her heart, but it was also something they would have to deal with.
Fleur sat on the other side of Hermione and caressed her back from top to bottom, trying to reassure the girl. The veela took a deep breath.
"Harry… has problems. I don't really know exactly what happened in his childhood, but it left more than his physical scars. Harry is profoundly damaged. I can sense it through the bond. He tries to hide it with humor and bravado, but he is hurt. He thinks he is not worthy of other people's love. Every time someone shows him affection, he gets lost. He just started healing with us, and it will take a long time for him to heal if he ever completely does. I know. I am the same on a lesser scale. After the allure manifested, I was lead to believe every sign of affection outside my family was fake, and it was someone driven by the aura or trying to get some from me…" Daphne listened carefully as the beautiful girl opened her heart out. "Harry showed me that I can be loved for who I am."
Fleur looked at Daphne and Katie. "And I think he did the same for you, non? Despite who you are, he embraced all of you." her voice suddenly recovered the usual prideful and commanding tone. "I have made a decision. After the full moon, I will explain the bond to him, and if he still wants, I will complete it."
The other girls looked at her. Hermione finally lifted her head. A new determination in her eyes. "Yes, you must complete it!"
"But isn't the veela bond what is interfering with the pack bond?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, but it is already part of Harry by now. And I made the calculations. After Fleur and Harry bond, because of her magic, combined with his, the pack bond will be even more powerful. Both Harry and Fleur are really powerful, and their feelings for each other potentialize the veela bond."
"That is why I kept feeling the wolf even after being away from him…" Fleur wondered.
"Yes, usually only the full bonded veela get the echoes of her mate's magic, but that was happening because he had chosen you, us, to be his inner circle." Hermione gestures with her arms.
"That explains a lot… Why did this happen?" Katie asked.
"ok, now I am just doing an educated guess. It has to do with the very nature of Harry and the magic around him. Harry always adapts, and magic around him does the same. It is like something instinctive, a way to ensure his survival. I think that is the reason why he struggles with theory in most subjects other than runes but excels in practical magic. I think it is a way he developed to respond to the dangers he encountered in his life, even before Hogwarts."
The three other girls nodded. Daphne noticed that even Katie had all her senses. l focused on Hermione now.
"When Harry was bitten, and Katie encouraged him not to take wolfsbane, allowing the pack bond to start forming, he embraced it. He had nothing to lose, and I think he was more than a little dazed by the sex…"
"Sorry, his scent is so good, and I always had a crush on him… to know that he could keep up… I swear I tried to keep it casual. For a time, I lied both to him and myself…" Katie confessed
"Then why did you told me you would stop if I asked?" Fleur said
"I really believed I could. I thought you were the perfect match for him… you smell of power and leadership, but I didn't knew how jealous and possessive you would be… sorry for saying that…" Katie said honestly.
"It's ok… I think…" Fleur answered.
"But I thought we could work around it. You were the perfect match for the alpha… still is, but then something changed…" Katie looked at Daphne. "When you came back from the Yule holiday, your scent had changed, your colors had changed, it was more powerful, almost like Fleur's, but different, it was when you two started colliding with each other. It was like you had a new resolve and had grown through that time."
"Something indeed happened. I discovered that I tried to be with Harry way before this year, but someone had used altering memory spells on me… more than once…" Daphne explained her situation, and the other girls looked horrified at her. "Someone didn't want me to get closer to Harry, and I think the same persons who always kept the Delacours away and Sirius in jail."
"That is terrible…" Fleur whispered.
"Yes, I felt like someone stole my life from me. Susan and I fought because of it, and Harry thought I hated him!" At this point, the ice queen mask was gone entirely, tears burning her eyes. "And I decided to take it back. Sorry, Fleur, I was so furious, and I wanted him so bad, I ignored everyone's feelings."
Silence took them again until Daphne said.
"But I don't regret it. And I don't regret last night, and I want him again!"
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Hermione had to admire these girls. The courage they had for ripping their hearts open to one another, discovering their differences, and how much they had in common. This was working even better than she had thought.
The girl watched as Daphne and Fleur looked at each other, and she could almost see something changing. Fleur sighed. "I can understand that, and I would do the same. But that doesn't change my decision."
"It wouldn't change mine either…" Daphne gave her a tired smile.
"So, I guess you know, if he takes me, I am not going away, just like Katie," Fleur said.
"I never asked for you to leave… Harry needs a lady Potter anyway." Daphne shrugged. "so, Hermione, you were saying why it's important for Fleur to complete the bond…"
"right. So, after the veela bond is complete, both Harry AND Fleur will act as the center of the pack, amplifying its effects. Kinda like a hybrid bond." Hermione continued.
"But how would that affect us?" Katie asked.
"Well, first of all, I think we will come closer and will be able to support each other emotionally in better ways. Also, as Harry and Fleur are both powerful, I think we will all get a bust on our own magical prowess. We will not be like Harry, but practical magic will be easier. Also, we will be able to learn from each other quickly. Harry and Fleur will also receive that same augment, making both even more powerful."
"Of course, we are not talking about Dumbledore or Merlin levels here, at least not yet. Harry is young, we are young, and I think Harry's emotions hold him back…"
Hermione looked around. "Well, there are also rituals. We will be so in tune that every ritual we try will have better results than normal… that can ensure our growth and Harry's survival."
"So, where is the catch?" Katie asked.
.oOo.
Daphne watched as Hermione blushed. All the scholarly air left her. "Well, how does the veela bond get stronger and stable, Fleur?" She asked, although Daphne was sure the bushy-haired girl already knew the answer.
Fleur frowned. It seemed like she realized something. She looked right into Daphne's eyes and answered. "Intimate physical and emotional contact… love, and sex…"
"Again, this is all theoretical, but when I kissed both Harry and Fleur, I could feel it. did you feel something when you…" Hermione looked at Daphne with hopeful eyes. "When you and Harry…"
"Fucked, Hermione, they fucked…" Katie said in exasperation, the moon making her usual short temper even worse.
"Yes… I did." Daphne said, remembering the connection she was still experimenting with the boy she loved. "And I still do… So, we all would need to be intimate, even if Katie and myself have no interest in other witches?"
"Although I don't mind watching!" Katie said.
"No, just with Harry; his connection with Fleur would do the rest. If you wish to be with her as well, maybe it gets stronger, but it is just a theory…" Hermione finished.
Silence took over them again. Each girl was lost in their own contemplation. So much had been shared, and so much could happen. This could be huge. Daphne could see both Katie and Hermione's excitement and thought about her own.
Then, she saw Blaise quickly walking in her direction and noticed the sun was almost down, and they had been there for hours.
Noticing Blaise, Fleur got up. "I need to think, and I think we all need to. But my decision has been made. It is up to 'Arry to accept the bond with me or not. If he does… we see from there…"
"Fleur, just out of curiosity, how does he finalize the bond…" Katie asked.
The French blushed but smiled. That was something very intimate for the veela. "he must accept it willingly, and then we have to service each other… with the intent of bonding…"
"Ok, sounds fun…" Katie smiled.
Daphne rolled her eyes at the werewolf and hugged Hermione one last time. "I am not leaving him." she simply said in a neutral tone before leaving in the direction of the dark boy approaching. With a glance at his sharp eyes, Daphne knew something was wrong.
"Daphne, we need to do something… whatever Malfoy was planning, it is happening today, and it involves Potter and You know who…"
"Shit, today of all days, it seems almost on purpose. Did he spit out what it is his father is doing?"
"No…"
Daphne thought for a couple of seconds. "Come with me, let's find out, and Blaise, I guess now you have chosen a side after all." she gave him a grim, and Blaise sighed.
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Narcisa walked, caressing her burning red cheek, where Lucius had just slapped her. The witch was sure she could feel the contours of his house ring on her face.
"Bastard, that will end today. I will leave and take my son with me!" The woman furiously thought, walking through the empty hallway. If the old man's plan worked, Lucius Malfoy would spend the first of many nights in Azkaban today. After that, the first thing she would do was owing or call Sirius, asking for him to dissolve her marriage, then start the long climb back to his trust. It would take time, but it was worth it.
Narcisa thought of James. Lately, she had been thinking about him a lot after seeing his son at the wizengamot. His and Lilly's. James had promised her. To marry her as a second wife and to save her from her parents. The woman didn't want the same destiny Bellatrix had but was not brave enough to follow Andromeda's path. All he needed was to convince Lilly.
Lilly Evans, or Lilly Potter, to be precise, everyone loved her, with her muggle morals and values. She refused to accept their world. Saint Lilly had condemned Narcisa to Lucius Malfoy.
Suddenly Narcisa heard a crashing sound from one of the rooms, like furniture being thrown to the walls. She ran down the corridor, worried about Bellatrix. She was still her sister, after all. Grabbing her wand, she opened the door. The witch just could not believe what she was seeing.
The room looked like a war zone, furniture broken and scattered everywhere, and the mattress was turned to the side, but nothing could compare to the sight of her sister. Bellatrix Lestrange was pinned with her face against the wall, her hands clenched in fists, with an expression of both anger and pleasure. Her dress was lifted above her waist, and Fenryr Greyback was forcefully pulling her hair with his enormous hands while pounding his rigid member mercilessly against her pussy. With each powerful thrust, the pale witch was pushed against the wall. Narcisa just stood there, stunned. She could not believe that her sister, the sick blood purist, had been fucked by a man who was no better than a beast.
Bellatrix opened her eyes and looked straight at Narcisa with a scary smile, full of yellow teeth. "Seem… something… you… aaaah… like… lil'sis…" The crazy witch said before the wolf pulled her hair even more forcefully,, making Bellatrix elbow him.
"Lu… Lucius said for you to… get ready."
"Right… Now GET LOST! AAAAAH… FUCKING ANIMAL, that's good!"
Narcisa closed the door, cursing her fate. But everything was about to change.
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Pansy was a pile of nerves. She had executed the instructions given by her tutor to the finest details. Even Draco played his role well, bragging like an idiot to the other death eater spawn. Luckily he had always been so obnoxious that no one suspected he was actually following her orders. Even so, she was not sure it was going to work. It looked like Potter hadn't heard, or worse, didn't care about Draco anymore, and her tutor had been emphatic that this was the night everything had to occur.
Later, Pansy would curse herself for her carelessness. The girl was so worried that she became distracted. She had just met Ronald Weasley for a quick shag in a broom cupboard for some stress relief and was making her way to the dungeons when a spell hit her. The whole world became dark all of sudden.
Pansy woke with a jump. By another spell, she recognized the sensation of the enervate spell running through her body. The girl quickly realized she was sitting in a dark classroom. And she was stuck to the chair, unable to move. There were three people in the room with her. One was right in front of her, another a little behind, and the third one was guarding the door. The one in front of her was none less than the Ice Queen, in full persona.
"What the fuck, Greengrass! Are you crazy?" Pansy screamed.
"What and where is going to happen, Parkinson?" Daphne's voice was neutral and emotionless, making it all scarier. Behind her, Tracey Davis had her wand out, with the tip glowing.
"What are you talking about!" Pansy tried to lie.
Daphne quickly approached her, and Pansy readied herself for the slap in the face. But it never came. The girl's heart was pounding like crazy. "Don't… do this, Parkinson. It is insulting to both of us. I will ask again. What and where."
Pansy decided that this was not a game worth playing. It was better to simply change tactics.
"Why would I tell you that? There is nothing for me in this…"
"Well, you are right. There is nothing for you to gain." Daphne lightly waved her hand. Her expression never changed. "But there is a lot for you to lose."
Pansy scoffed. "Are you going to threaten me
with violence now, Greengrass, I know your father is a smuggler, but that is too low even for you."
"I totally agree. You see, I am not your red-haired gigolo." Daphne waved. Pansy swallowed. How did she know? "I could say I would go to your betrothed. But we both know you did something to him." Pansy narrowed her eyes, watching the dark-haired girl walking around her as if she had won. How did she know so much? "But, I doubt Malfoy Sr would like it. Not only did you do something to his heir, but you are also betraying their terms of the contract, with a blood traitor nonetheless… Tell me, how much does your family owe to the Malfoys again? How much are you worthed?"
Pansy clenched her teeth. "Damn bitch." Then she cleared her mind. "No, this can still work in my favor. I just need to word it right." Taking a deep breath, she glared at Daphne.
"Ok, you win. Lord Malfoy plans to steal something, and he plans to take it to the dark lord. Both he and Draco believe the dark lord will be back. Greengrass, Daphne…" Pansy was almost whispering now. "It's something that has to do with Potter."
"Where?" Daphne hissed.
"Department of mysteries, hall number sixteen…." Pansy spelled.
Hearing that, Blaise, who had been totally silent so far, got away from the door with a concerned expression.
"Daphne, I need to talk to Potter now! Mr . Weasley is working there today".
Daphne nodded to him. Pansy felt her body being free before Daphne looked at her again. "It's a shame, Parkinson; I really admire what you did to that monster. But we all have to choose our sides."
Pansy smiled. There's only one side that mattered. Hers.