Chapter 24
Notes:
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Fleur was feeling completely drained. The last two days had been a turmoil of appointments and interviews. Firstly, the girl had to recount the entirety of the task to Amelia Bones and the DMLE, how professional hit wizards attacked them, how Harry had fought, and how they finally got separated. The anger and outrage on Amelia's face as she heard the veela were palpable, and Fleur was sure the woman would not let things go. Then, there was the press. It infuriated Fleur, a person had died, and they kept asking her about winning the tournament or if her relationship with Harry was just a fling. And there was also the annoying Weasley young man that kept hitting on her, so much so that Fleur asked Ginny to talk to him to stop, but to no avail. Ginny even told William about Harry, but he seemed not to believe in their relationship, and that infuriated the veela.
The only good thing was that her family and her *pack" were always by her side. That, and the fact that she could hear Harry and Katie's howls through the night, even if the girl could listen to the pain in her Lover's calls.
Both Krun and herself were examined by the matron after the task, and neither had any severe injuries, but it was with Harry they were all worried. Fleur knew something terrible had happened during the time he was missing. And the look on the headmaster's face only confirmed that. Needless to say, both her father and Sirius Black were furious, and minister Fudge was doing his best to dodge the accusations being thrown at him, and avoid a possible international incident. Because of all the commotion, the ending ceremony had been postponed for a couple of days, while all things were sorted out, and Harry would be back.
After Harry had gone to the forest the night of the task, Fleur sat down with her mother, Gabrielle, Hermione, and Daphne. Even through all the noise, they could hear the howling; something had definitely happened to Harry while he was away. Gabrielle held tight to Apolline, afraid.
"You don't need to be afraid, Gabby…" Fleur told her when she noticed her sister's uneasiness. "The wolf is here to protect us." Gabrielle nodded, but she was still on edge. Fleur noticed Apolline looking curiously at the three girls and realized they would have a talk later.
"Do you think he's safe?" Daphne asked after a couple of minutes of silence, still looking at the window.
"Now that he is back on the grounds and with Katie, yes, I think so," Hermione answered.
Fleur took Daphne's hand, making the girl look at her. "You were great today, Daphne." The veela said, surprising both the Slytherin and Hermione. "You held your ground when I couldn't and was there for both Hermione and Katie."
I … thank you, Fleur…" A confused Daphne answered. "You have been through too much already… it was not fair…."
"I know you were scared, Daphne." Fleur gave the girl an honest smile. "I know you still are, but we can overcome it, and you can let it go now."
Daphne looked at her, and Fleur could see the other girl's eyes watering. Daphne had been holding down her emotions and trying to be strong, but the veela could sense her turmoil. As much as Fleur still felt jealous of Daphne at some level, that was not the time for this. The older witch moved to hug the raven-haired girl and could feel Daphne softly sobbing under her embrace.
.oOo.
Apolline watched with interest as the girls interacted in front of her. The veela hasn't been blind by how things were the last time she had seen them. Fleur and Harry were apart from each other, and there was a visible hostility between her daughter and Daphne Greengrass. Something had definitely changed. Their auras were different now. There were still conflicts and unresolved questions, but the hostility was almost entirely gone, and there was even some kind of deeper connection between the three girls. And Apolline was certain it centered around the young werewolf. The older witch couldn't help but feel a hint of pride in knowing they could work these issues on their own. It gave Apolline hope for the future.
"Fuck…" Apolline heard Daphne saying as she sobbed. "I was so afraid of losing him again, now that I finally…"
"I know, Daphne," Fleur answered in a soft voice. "we all were. We are in this together now; you can count on it, right Hermione?"
"Yes, you can let it go and be afraid… no need to be strong now." The brunette girl said, caressing the other girl's back. Apolline raised an eyebrow, and a soft smile graced her pretty face.
Later, after the barrage of interviews, the Delacour women were finally back at Fleur's private room inside the Beauxbatons carriage. Gabrielle was sleeping soundly on the big bed while Apolline watched her older daughter finally coming out of the shower. Looking at Fleur now, there was no doubt in Apolline's mind that her daughter had moved forward with Harry; her aura was glowing with power and love.
"So, I can see that things have changed." The older woman said in french. "want to talk about it?"
Fleur finished putting on her nightgown in silence before sitting beside her mother and resting her head on the woman's shoulder like she used to do when she was younger. "Maybe…" Fleur said, not sure about how to put things into words.
"I can see things have… moved forward between you and Harry," Apolline said.
"Oui, they really have; I made my decision."
"Even so, the bond isn't complete… yet." Apolline herself still had some reservations about this; Fleur was young, and so was Harry, but at the same time, they had an undeniable connection that the older veela couldn't fully understand like something else was working on their magic.
"Harry said we should take one step at a time." Fleur smiled. "He thinks that way he will give me time to give up if I choose to."
"But you can't," Apolline said, and It was not a question.
"Non, I love him. Damaged or not… maman, he told us things that happened to him when he was young… " Fleur shivered, and Apolline felt a wave of sadness hit her, and she mentally apologized to Lily and James for what happened to her godson. But right now, she was also a worried mother.
"Have you thought about what it means to be bonded to someone like him? It is not that I doubt your feelings for even a second, my little dove, or he's, but things will not be easy; look at what just happened today. I will not try to dissuade you, Fleur, but I can't help but to be worried."
"I know, I thought about that for a long time, so long that I almost lost him and myself… but things are even more complicated than just that."
"The other girls, right? Hermione, Daphne, and the wolf girl… what's her name?"
"Oui, her name is Katie… I … something changed, inside me, after I almost lost him; I thought I would be so jealous, that I would want to hurt my friends just because they also love him, and yet… Now, I feel pride to know Harry can have them, and yet he loves me; I almost want to see him … "Fleur was blushing, and Apolline smiled.
"We are veela, and we are beings of emotion and sexuality. You feel pride because you are he's, and you know he is yours, and Harry can give you and all those girls the love and pleasure you need."
"Sometimes I feel like… a…"
"No, Fleur!" Apolline didn't let her finish. "Every form of love is beautiful, as long as everyone involved is willing and honest. Remember who and what you are. Is part of your being; denying your nature and desires would only hurt you and those you love."
"Did you ever?"
"Shared? Oui… There were some… adventures… that we had in our time." Apolline giggled while Fleur blushed. "It may not be easy, little dove, but don't let anyone diminish your love or how you choose to do so. It will be hard sometimes, but you love him, and it is clear as day that he loves you back. And the others too. And I will support you no matter what you choose."
"Thank you, maman…" Fleur said with a smile.
"Now, try to take some rest; I have a feeling the next few days are going to be busy," Apolline said, softly kissing her daughter's forehead.
.oOo.
Sometimes Hermione could just not believe how shallow the magical world was. A boy had just died, and yet, the biggest news seemed to be that Fleur had won the tournament. Hermione was unsure if it was some kind of collective trauma after the war or just the results of centuries of self-absorbed habits. Of course, there was news about Cedric's death, but they seemed timid, and only the people close to him seemed to care.
At least the headmaster, Sirius, chief Bones, and chancellor Delacour didn't seem to think this way. Hermione was not sure about what they were doing, but they seemed very determined to discover what had happened.
The day after the task, Hermione was having breakfast with some of the other members of the defense club. Fleur had stayed in the carriage with her mother, probably avoiding the reporters still on the ground. The bushy-haired girl sighed; most of the visitors would be leaving that day at least.
"Hum, Hermione?" The girl heard a voice calling her and turned around to see Parvati behind her. Hermione was surprised by the worried look on the pretty girl's face. "is Harry ok? I mean, I haven't seen him since the task, and he was not with you or the others last night."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, wondering why the Indian girl was so worried.
"He had some… injuries during the task," Hermione answered. "But I'm sure he will be ok soon." The girl smiled.
Parvati nodded at her but still looked concerned. Maybe the girl was more observant than Hermione had given her credit for.
Later that day, Hermione noticed the smoke coming from the chime on Hagrid's hut and wondered if the giant man was back. Harry wouldn't be there today anyways, as his transformation circles had extended to one more night. Hermione had read about it in Bell's book, the more in tune with the wolf, the more time they could keep the transformation; usually, it took years for the werewolf to extend his cycles. Hermione laughed. Nothing worked as it should with Harry Potter, never.
.oOo.
Katie woke up, taking a deep breath. The girl was under a soft fur blanket, and she could feel Harry's warmth and scent next to her. The smells of tea, honey, and wood were all around her, just like she remembered. But there was also an unusual rose-like smell amongst the others. The she-wolf opened her eyes and could see not only Hagrid but also a worried Madam Pomfrey inside of the hut with them.
It had been a hard couple of days. Harry was hurt, that was clear, and he had been on edge all the time they were together. Acting overprotective of her, searching around, almost like he was afraid they would be attacked at any moment, and now, he was still sleeping. Katie touched his cheeks and noticed he was trembling, even if the morning was not cold.
"Welcome back, Miss Bell," Pomfrey said with a smile, flicking her wand over Katie. She was not hurt but appreciated the concern nonetheless.
"Thank you…" The girl whispered.
"Well, I will take my leave to give ya some privacy," Hagrid said, walking out the door.
Katie looked at Harry, then at the matron, worried. "Something happened to him… he usually wakes before me., And he's shaking…"
Pomfrey looked concerned as she nodded and waved her wand over Harry. Katie watched as the runes and lights glowed all over Harry's body, and the matron's expression turned dark.
"What?" Katie asked, scared.
"Don't worry, dear; Harry is not waking up due to exhaustion; it seemed the transformation drained him. But, something did happen before, when he was gone. I will move him to the hospital wing. You can come to see him later, ok?" Something in her voice told Katie this was not a suggestion.
Katie nodded. The girl got up and started dressing herself without taking her eyes off her alpha. Harry seemed scared and in pain, even as he slept. To Katie's surprise, when she put on her blouse and jumper, there was no more badge glued on them. She looked at madam Pomfrey, confused.
"Some things had changed in the last couple of days, miss Bell. It seems the headmaster was able to revert the decision regarding the students." The matron smiled at her. With a last worried look at her alpha, Katie smiled back and left the hut.
Katie walked back to the castle with a mixture of worry for Harry and relief for not having the badge anymore. Maybe people would forget with time, and anyway, she had just one more year of school to go. For the first time, the she-wolf thought about what they would do during the summer. With the tournament and all the drama, she hasn't had time to talk with Harry about it. Maybe she would invite him to hunt with her family during the summer. It would be so good to be with both her new alpha and her grandfather again. They could even do some things ordinary teens do. Maybe some movies with Hermione and even Daphne. Katie smiled at the prospect of showing the pureblood girl a movie theater. Has Harry ever gone to one? With the things he had told them, Katie doubted he had anything closer to a normal infancy.
Thinking about those things, Katie was surprised by Hermione, Fleur, and Daphne waiting for her. With a smile, she felt welcomed by her new pack.
.oOo.
When Harry finally woke up, he felt his entire body stiff and painful, like a cramp, but in all his muscles at the same time, and yet, it was a fraction of what he had felt when the dark lord touched him or when they dueled. The pain was so intense that it numbed his senses. With a groan, he tried to move, only to be hit with another wave of pain.
"Calm down, Harry…" The boy heard Madam Pomfrey's voice close to him and smelled her scent of roses. "You have been hit by the cruciatus curse multiple times, and it takes some time for its effects to go away completely. Here, take this." The matron helped him drink a potion, and he felt the wave of warmth in his body as the pain relief took action. With a deep breath, Harry was happy he could move again, even if a little painfully.
"How long?' The boy simply asked.
"Three days since the task."
"Is Fleur All right?"
"Yes, Harry, Miss Delacour didn't suffer any serious injuries. She is really worried about you, though." Pomfrey had a warm smile, and Harry just nodded. It was really early in the morning, from what he could tell by the sunlight entering the room. The boy tried to think, his memories still a little fuzzy. The only thing he knew was that Voldemort was back.
"Is Sirius still around?" Harry asked.
"I think so…"
"I really need to speak to him and the headmaster." Pomfrey must have sensed the severity in his voice; the old witch just nodded and quickly conjured her own Patronus and set it with the message to the headmaster. It didn't take long for both men to arrive at the infirmary.
Harry couldn't help but smile when his godfather hugged him, and he felt his reassuring smell.
"So good to see you up, pup! You scared us back then!" Sirius said, and Harry could feel the sincerity in his words. "What happened?"
Harry looked at both men with a severe gaze before taking a deep breath.
"He is back; I saw him, I fought him…" Sirius and Dumbledore had wide eyes as Harry recounted everything that had happened in the graveyard, Cedric's death, the dark ritual, the mocking duel, the ghosts of his parents, and the pain when he was hit by the killing curse.
Harry looked up. When Harry finished, Sirius had an angry gaze, and the headmaster was livid. "He was still… weakened, but it was him. I know we have been having our differences, headmaster, but I would rather have you as an ally…"
"Of course, Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said. "Believe me when I say, despite everything that happened between us, that was always my intention. I believe Voldemort will bid his time. Gather his strength and his old followers; that will give us some time to regroup and strategize. But, I will not lie. That changes things. " The headmaster finished, and Sirius took a deep breath.
"What do you mean?"
"You may not remember, but both minister Fudge and Chief Bones had seen your other self. As much as I was able to turn things around and use the fact that you now have become registered as a werewolf to undo the dark creature's act on the school, that created some…problems."
"They don't want to let you live with me, "Sirius said. "At least until I have proper containment protocols for your condition. I told them this was bullshit, that you would be with the Bell family during the full moon, but the ministry didn't listen. But I already started solving it ."
"But now that the dark lord, this may not be enough," Dumbledore said. "Grimaldi place is a very public location, and it has been the black family's house for centuries. Sorry Harry, but until we think of some kind of solution, the blood wards in your family are our best protection."
Harry thought about protesting, but he knew it would be futile, and a look at the angry gaze of Sirius told him it was not the time.
"Harry, I am aware of what you are doing, teaching the other students," Dumbledore said, and Harry was surprised. "Don't worry; I will not ask you to stop. Pretty much the opposite. I would like you to keep doing it and to go one step further. I'm pretty sure Sirius and your other allies will be able to teach you some stronger offensive spells."
"Yes, I will do it, sir…" Harry said. "Sir… how does he keep coming back?"
"I'm not sure, Harry. I have some theories, but nothing clear at this point, but you will know when I'm certain. " Harry knew it was a lie, or at least half true, but decided to confront the old man later. Right now, his mind was rushing with other things. "Right now, we must gather our forces and mobilize our allies. Don't be fooled; this will be a political war before it becomes an all-out fight. But I know you will be ready. I will take my leave and let you rest before meeting your friends." Harry watched as the older man took his leave, and it was evident by his smell that the old man was worried.
"Ok…" Harry said to Sirius once he was sure the headmaster was gone. " Here is my idea…"
.oOo.
Apolline watched as the girls encircled Harry when they were finally able to see him. The older veela giggled at her husband's wide eyes and Sirius' prideful expression as each of the four teens passionately kissed the young werewolf, letting go of the tension they had gone through for the last days. Apolline herself felt an urge to tightly hug Harry and ask for forgiveness for what he had been through, but decided to let the girls linger closer to him for now. And the witch wanted to watch him.
The first thing she noticed was the difficulty moving the young man seemed to have. Madam Pomfrey had told them about what Harry had been through and that it was a miracle that he could live at all. Then, she noticed them trembling. Harry was trying to hide it, but Apolline was sure the girls had noticed it when he let Gabrielle get up on the bed and nest beside him. Apolline focused her allure and looked at Harry's aura. The veela gasped, getting the attention of both Sirius and her husband.
"Mon Cher? Any problem?" Jacques asked her with a worried gaze.
"The thing… the dark thing that was sucking on his magic… it is gone!" Jacques opened his mouth, and Sirius looked confused at her.
Apolline was astonished, whatever it was, the thing draining and polluting Harry's magic was gone, and now, there was only the wolf. And it was totally different from Remus. There was no way to divide anyone; the wolf was powerful, he was Harry, and Harry was the wolf now. One and the same.
.oOo.
To Harry, their presence effects were immediate. Once the girls had entered the room, and he could smell their scents, the pain over his body had become tolerable, and after they kissed him, the werewolf felt himself relaxing for the first time in days. He could not deny that he was also happy to see Apolline, Jacques, and Gabrielle and felt how worried they were like Sirius. It was a strange sensation, one that Harry was unsure how to define but had decided to call family. He promised to tell the girls everything once he was discharged. With a smile, the wizard noticed that the badge was gone from Katie's clothing.
Some of his other friends came to visit him during the day, Neville, Tracey, Blaise, and Ginny, and even Alicia, Angelina Regine, and the twins. Harry was unsure, but it seemed they were trying to work things out.
After lunch, Amelia Bones returned with Sirius, and Harry gave her a long and detailed account of everything he was able to remember.
"Whoever tried to attack me in the maze was not with the death eaters. They tried to kill me, and the fake Moody wanted me alive."
"Yes," Amelia answered with her stern expression. "I can't make any accusations at the moment, but I'm almost certain it is someone from inside the ministry."
"Umbridge…" Harry whispered, and Amelia raised an eyebrow.
"That is a very serious… don't!" The witch warned before Sirius could speak. "A serious accusation, Harry."
"I know… let me tell you about "Dumbledore's army…" The young wizard said before talking about Katie's dentitions that the students turned into inquisitors.
"As terrible as those are, we need more before accusing her of attempting murder. But you are right, Harry; I will keep a close eye on the toad." Amelia finished, closing her notebook with a thoughtful expression. "Also, Harry… you have to be very careful… Greyback is known to come after those cursed ones that don't brown to him. I am pretty sure this was not the last time we heard of him."
Harry nodded, remembering the thundering laugh of the monstrous wolf while he was being tortured.
.oOo.
"Hum… What are you doing, Kate?" Harry asked when the wolf girl positioned herself behind him while he sat on their tree trunk, surrounded by the other girls and some of their closest friends. Blaise and Ginny were there, as well as Neville and Tracey. The warm wind blew around them, producing soft waves on the lake's water, close to the group.
"Shush!" Katie said, placing her hands on his painful shoulders and firmly pressing them. Harry moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, still under the stiffness from the cruciatus curses. "Just like you do for me after those hard games, babe."
"Ah! You … don't have to…"
"I know, but I want to, now, shut up and enjoy your threat." Katie finished with a commanding tone that made everyone around them laugh.
"So… what really happened?" Blaise finally asked. Harry took a deep breath. Harry recounted what happened to him by looking at each of his friends and lovers, some of the most important people in his life. The werewolf watched as their expressions changed, from anger to surprise to fear. Before he had finished, Harry found himself surrounded by his girls.
"So…" Blaise said. "the dark lord is truly back…"
"Yes, I know it is hard to believe…" Harry said, but Blaise waved his hand.
"Of course, I believe in you, Harry."
"We all do," Neville said. "Is just… I don't know what to do…" Harry could hear the fear in his friend's voice, and he could smell it.
"We prepare. We learn; we teach each other." Harry said, and, to everyone's surprise, he smiled. "And we live! We stay together; we have fun, and we love! Because if we don't, Voldemort has already won. We need to remind ourselves what we are fighting for." He looked at his girlfriends and his friends, and Katie smiled. Her alpha was correct. This was worth fighting for. "We stay together, now and during the fight."
Blaise nodded with a smile, holding Ginny's hand; Neville still looked worried but also determined. Tracey gave the shy boy a reassuring smile, and Katie saw how Fleur seemed so prideful that her allure flared around them. Daphne kissed Harry and Hermione hugged him.
The colors were intense, dancing around them, alive. Magic spoke to her as it had never done before, and Katie knew she belonged.
.oOo.
To Fleur, the following two weeks were one of joy and agony. Harry was back, he loved her, but she was all too aware that their time together was ending, at least for a while.
The prize and ending ceremony for the tournament was another drag. The veela had won, but no amount of money could change the fact that someone had died, Harry had been kidnapped and almost died, and the worse, she would be going away. Harry tried to cheer her up, reminding Fleur that in the end, she had done what she had come all the way to England to do.
Yes, she thought, she had proven herself someone worthy, both to the other students and to herself, but l, smiling at Harry, the girl realized she had won way more than just the tournament. Fleur had new friends and someone she loved so much that she was willing to change the course of her life for. And, kissing him one more time in front of all the students, dignitaries, and reporters, she promised herself that no one would stop her from returning after the summer. Also, she could only laugh, imagining the front pages of the English newspapers showing her devouring the boy who lived mouth.
Don't worry…" Harry said one night after they made love. "I will come to see you, and I will not let anyone stop me." Fleur could hear the resolution in his voice, and she believed him, even if she was unsure how he would do it if he were stuck at his relative's house. Harry looked deep into her eyes, and Fleur could see the power glowing inside him. I will make you a promise. I promise I will go to you, and when that happens, if you still want me, we will complete the bond."
"Are you sure?"
"I can't think of something I would want more than to be connected to you for the rest of my life, no matter how long that would be."
Fleur felt like the fire burning inside got even warmer. The veela had never felt so close to her own magic and heritage, and, as she kissed her wolf, rolling him into his back so she could ride his delicious body one more time, his hard cock spreading her welcoming inner walls, it never felt so right.
As the days passed, Fleur was also surprised by how much the prospect of not seeing the other girls seemed sad to her. Those were her friends, maybe even something more than that. As much as the french knew she should be studying for her NEWTS, Fleur decided she would spend the maximum amount of time with them as she could. They were her friends, her pack. How Hermione was right. Fleur could feel the bond, or better yet, both bonds, entangling, morphing, almost becoming one. The veela could only imagine what would happen when Harry and herself complete their bond. And although she felt really close to both Katie and Hermione, and even Daphne, she also felt comfortable around the others, Blaise and Ginny, Neville, Regine and Angelina, and Tracey. Fleur felt welcomed by them, and she was not sure what would happen when she was gone. That was why she had decided to come back to England.
Of course, she was scared when Harry told them what had happened, that the dark lord was back, but this time she decided to be at Harry's side when he needed to. When the day to leave finally came, Fleur could not care about the commotion around them as people said their goodbyes, couples broke up, or made promises of seeing each other again. The only other people she paid some attention to were Krun and Roger, who promised to see each other as soon as possible.
To Fleur, all that existed then was Harry. There, with their foreheads touching, diving in each other's presence, they renewed their promises to each other. "I will be going to you…" Harry said. "Focus on finishing your NEWTS, and we will be together later."
"There you go again, thinking about others." Fleur giggled.
"I know things are not perfect, that being with me is complicated…"
"Non Harry, things are as they should be. You are the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Really?" It hurt that he still seemed so doubtful about his own importance to others, bit, one step at the time, the veela thought.
"Yes, and I would not trade what we have… for anything." Fleur finished and kissed him. Fleur tried to convey all her love and all her care into it, and she could feel Harry doing the same. Their magic sang together, and Fleur once more was certain she had made the right choice.
.oOo.
Hermione got up the next day feeling a little sad because Fleur was gone, but at the same time, happy about how things were moving forward. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and once again was struck by the fact that Harry would want to be with her when he had the three other stunning women almost fighting to be with him. And yet, when she got to the common room, Harry and Katie were there, waiting for her.
To Hermione's surprise, Harry pulled her by the waist and kissed her on the lips in front of everyone. Hermione became as red as a Weasley's hair while Katie laughed. Ginny giggled and joined them with Neville and Angelina as they walked down for breakfast, talking about the end of the term.
"Are you ok, Harry?" Hermione asked as they walked.
"I'm a little sad, but I know it is temporary." The boy answered. Hermione looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Ok, Harry, I know you well enough. What is happening?" The girl asked.
"I have plans." Harry Shrugged.
They took their usual places at the table and were soon joined by Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise. Daphne also kissed Harry in front of everyone, and Hermione was surprised by how well their friends seemed to take this. They started eating, and the owls entered the hall, carrying the correspondence and newspapers, and Hermione noticed people stopping eating and looking at Harry. Soon, the entire hall was looking at him, some with wide eyes, some with adoration, others in fear. Hermione looked at Harry, and he was not surprised. Neither was Daphne. An owl landed in front of them, and delivered a paper to Tracey, who gasped and looked at Harry with wide eyes.
Hermione took the paper and read the news.
"Choose one or the next dark lord in the making?
" Through exhaustive investigation efforts, This paper had exclusive access to the motive why Lucius Malfoy, one of the richest wizards in Britain and pureblood activist, finds himself in Azkaban, and it was even more astonishing than anyone could have imagined. The previous head of the Malfoy family was arrested trying to steal a comproved prophecy from the department of mysteries, one that concerned none other than Harry Potter and the dark lord himself!"
The article kept going in the usual sensationalist tone of the prophet.
"You did it…" Hermione said, looking at Harry and Daphne.
"Yes, " Harry said. "Control the narrative."
.oOo.
As the school term neared its end, Daphne had many things in mind. First Harry's news about the return of the dark lord. Of course, she believed in every word he had said, and their families also did; they would need to prepare. Second, Draco had somewhat returned to his docile state, and the Slytherin was sure Pansy had something to do with it, especially after the news of the dissolving of Narcisa and Lucius Malfoy's marriage. It was apparent the girl had somewhat manipulated Ronald Weasley to throw that facade on the great hall, and yet, Pansy kept seeing him after this; maybe she even had some genuine feelings for the boy. And third, she would not let Harry rot in his relatives' house during the summer.
In The last "club" meeting, Harry had talked personally to each member; Daphne wondered how much the group had grown and how they looked up to him. Looking at the group, Daphne could see the leader Harry could be, how people would listen to him, and how he would notice what every person needed. Daphne smiled; Harry was like that even in bed, paying attention, learning what she wanted and what she liked. The werewolf read every moan, every movement as he would go down on her, and devour her pussy and especially her anus, and never forcing himself, even knowing what she would do in the future when she was ready. He would indulge in her games, talking dirty to her as he plunged his cock inside of Daphne's ever-hungry cunt, responding to every hint and every reaction. If he did the same to his other lovers (and Daphne was sure he did), maybe Katie's idea of watching had way more merit than Daphne had initially thought.
Daphne noticed how handsome the werewolf looked at the meeting, at least to her, and how some of the girls were clearly attracted to him. Daphne felt like a girl in love, and she didn't care; she was in love.
Then, the last day at Hogwarts arrived, and they all gathered for the trip back home. Harry, Daphne, Hermione, and Katie got themselves a cabin, and to Daphne's surprise, Tracey decided to share a cabin with Blaise, Ginny, and Neville. Daphne had noticed how her best friend was teasing the shy boy almost relentlessly and wondered if something was happening there.
"Hannah and Tracey, who would believe it?" Harry laughed. "Go nev go!"
"Prat!" Hermione said, sitting at Harry's side.
"Hey, I just think Nev can use the confidence boost." Harry Shrugged.
"Maybe you should talk with him," Katie said. "You have… experience with dating now."
"Well, he may be shy, but he must be more stable than me." Harry shrugged.
"You are getting there, Harry," Hermione said, kissing his lips. Daphne smiled; things seemed right, even with the dark clouds looming on the horizon.
"On another note, I really want to take you all on some dates…" Harry wondered, almost to himself, and the girls smiled, looking at each other.
"Well, Longbottom and Harry are not the only ones getting something," Daphne said, and Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "It seems Parkinson and Weasley are still at it."
"Wow… so it was not just a fling or something to get into me?" Harry said.
"It seems so. Darko is still acting weirdly. Maybe Sirius should ask Narcisa about it."
"Do we really want that?" Harry asked, and Daphne looked confused at him. "Do we want Drako back to his old self? I mean, it is terrible, and all, but his influence on Slytherin has diminished so much."
"I understand what you are saying, but I think we should at least know what is happening."
"Yeah, guess you are right, as always." Harry shrugged. Daphne smiled before leaning forward and kissing him.
"You are learning." The Slytherin said.
"Wow, Ron and a Slytherin…" Katie wondered. "This year was really something, and I can only imagine the hell the twins would give him if they knew."
"Maybe we should tell Ginny tho," Hermione said.
"I will ask Blaise to do so," Daphne said, looking at Hermione. "Is this something we are ok with?" Harry looked curiously at both of them.
"If it means he will leave us alone, I think so," Hermione said. "Let Parkinson do her worst; I don't care." The vindictive tone of her voice was easy to notice
Daphne smiled and looked at Harry, who just raised an eyebrow.
"Now, about you, Harry, don't you think I will let you be locked with your relatives the entire summer!" Daphne said, and Katie nodded intusiactly.
"Ok," Harry said. " Hear me out, I have a plan, but I need you girls to trust me…
Chapter 25
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Part 2
Moonspell
Chapter 01
My famed disappearing act
It was very rare for Hermione to be happy about how ignorant the magical world could be about its non-magical counterpart, but this was one of those occasions.
It had been two long weeks since the trip back home from Hogwarts. Two weeks were Hermione had been worried sick for Harry, but she was also getting ready for today. It was no easy task, the witch had exchanged letters with Fleur, Katie, and Daphne, and all three of them had said the same, not letters from their boyfriend. Hermione was sure he also didn't receive any they had sent to him. Just like Harry himself had predicted.
"All the magical ways to get into my relatives will probably be monitored," Harry had said that day in the express. "Not only by the headmaster but also by the ministry, now that I'm registered. So, no night bus, apparating or floo. My letters will probably be checked or just plain not reach anyone, as they did over the last years."
"Couldn't we call you on the phone?" Hermione had asked.
"Vernon would not let me use it. And as we can't use magic outside the school yet, I can't simply walk away."
"And why is that?" Katie asked.
"There will be someone watching him." Daphne realized, and Harry nodded. Hermione imagined if her old home, where only her father lived now, was also being watched, as well as the other girls'.
"Yes, I have seen at least three or four people I am pretty sure are wizards around the house," Harry said. "That is the reason I need you to trust me, Hermione." The werewolf looked at her with a severe expression, and, after all that had happened this year, after all, she had done to him, that had hurt the man she loved, all the bushy-haired girl could do was nod. "It must be on the full moon." The wizard finished.
Hermione was unsure what would happen as she looked from the little cab window to the silver radiant satélite in the sky, moving towards privet drive.
Hermione was afraid. But, she needed to trust Harry.
.oOo.
Many miles away, in a dark, dilapidated old manor, someone else was looking at the moon with something that could only be described as fear. The building hadn't been taken care of in many years, and the old wood and stone walls were dirty, the mold covering its corners, and the smell of decay was almost overwhelming. The old, putrid wood from the stairs and the floor cracked every time someone stepped on them, fueling the old victorian house with disturbing sounds. The dark lord hated how the house made him feel. There were so many painful memories of things that should have been and have not. Somehow, Tom Riddle felt as old and decayed as his old family manor.
The almost man was aware that many things
had changed while he was trapped in his weakened semi-living state. Malfoy was in jail, almost dead, and with him gone, the nearly endless flow of money from both the Malfoy and Black family's vaults was also out of his reach. Bellatrix, his most loyal follower, barely spoke to him anymore, preferring to stay beside that beast of a man that was Greyback instead. Voldemort had long given up on the desires of the flesh, and they would only distract him from his quest for true power, but it hurt nonetheless to see someone who had lusted over him moving away, even if he would never admit it to himself. Worse than that, the dark wizard could sense that his soul fragments, the ones anchoring him to life, were almost all destroyed. Only the chalice on the Lestrange vault remained. The chalice and Nagine. But the worst was the moon.
The simple sight of the silver orb in the sky was enough to fuel the dark Lord's mind with fear. A fear he had no idea where it was coming from. Something primal, like he was being stalked by something around each dark corner. It was something he hadn't felt ever since he was a kid. The feeling of impotence, of being a prey. And he hated it. Nagine curled herself around Voldemort's trembling feet, and the all-powerful dark lord curled in fear as a deep howl echoed through the woods around the manor.
.oOo.
Surrey was a long way from the house Hermione now shared with her mother, which gave the young witch time to repass every step from Harry's plan one more time on her mind. It was a crazy plan, but it could work. The girl smiled when she remembered the day last week when a strange man visited her and her mother, just like Harry had said.
The doorbell rang a little after nine, and Hermione's mother got up from the breakfast table to answer. Hermione found the silence that followed the door opening odd and got up to check what was happening.
Her mother was looking with a confused expression at the man in front of her. Whatever image the older woman had of wizards and other magical folks, it was sure not this. The man standing at her doorway had a bright smile on a square jaw, covered in a well-done beard almost entirely black, with some white spots here and there, just like his long, curly hair, black as the night, with a white stripe starting on his temper. His violet eyes were smiling just as much as his mouth, and his strong neck descended into a torso covered by a leather jacket and a white shirt. There were appearing tattoos on his neck and hands, giving a hint that way more of his body was covered in it. To the girl, he looked like one of those old rock guitarists from two decades ago. Hermione giggled at her mother's expression as the dentist took on Sirius Black's appearance.
"Good morning Miss Granger, Hermione…" the smiling man waved, which seemed to bring Hermione's mother back to the present.
"Oh! Not Granger anymore," the woman extended her hand. "Emma Jean Knight now. You must be mister Black?"
"Please," The wizard took her hand and kissed the back of it, to the woman's surprise. For the first time in many years, Hermione saw her mother blush. "Call me Sirius."
"Only if you call me Emma… please, come in." The woman gestured for Sirius to enter before looking around and closing the door. "May I offer you something? Tea, coffee?"
"Coffee would be brilliant!" Sirius answered, and Hermione had to admit his personality was as contagious as she remembered.
"Have you been able to contact Harry?" Hermione eagerly asked as they sat down around the table in the kitchen.
"Yes," Sirius answered. "As much as they want, as his godfather and head of a noble house, they can't block me. He is ok, and it seems his relatives are not giving him too much hell this time after he… talked to them. But he's still locked there."
Hermione sighed, and Emma placed three cups of coffee in front of them. Sirius took a sip of his coffee and gave a bright smile. "Delicious…" Sirius honestly said. "Well, Emma, I suppose Hermione has told you about our harrowing situation?"
"Yes," the woman answered. "She told me about you and Harry and how he's being kept locked against his will. I will not pretend I understand everything, but that is not the way you treat another human being, much less someone my daughter likes so much."
Sirius smiled. "Do you have his wand?" He asked, looking at Hermione.
"Yes, he gave it to me at the station before leaving with the Dursleys."
"Good. As we thought, it will be impossible to do anything with magical means; both portkey and floo will be monitored." Sirius seemed annoyed at this. The wizard pulled out his wand and, with a swift movement, conjured a small pile of papers on the table. Emma was astonished by the magical demonstration, other than her occasional trip to the diagonal alley with Hermione, and it was pretty rare for her to see magic so close. "Amelia helped me with those. Harry's papers and documentation, both magical and non-magical. There are also copies of my own, in case you need it." Sirius moved his hand to the pocket of his jacket and removed a black plastic card. "The goblins gave me this…"
"A credit card?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, in Harry's name, but linked to the Black family's accounts."
"Mister Black… I mean, Sirius," Emma intervened. "This will not be cheap…" The woman sounded worried, but Sirius only laughed.
"Don't worry about it, Emma. I have more money than I can use in a lifetime, and this is also Harry's money. My family owns many businesses in the magical world, and it has done so for generations." Sirius finished, and Emma just nodded. They talked about some details and dates before Sirius thanked them and left. Hermione watched as her mother's eyes seemed glued to the strange wizard as he waved and walked down the street.
"I can't believe you convinced me to do this," Emma said to Hermione after closing the door. "Helping your boyfriend, the most famous boy in the magical world, to run away from home."
"Well, mom, you always asked me about my adventures, and now you are in one of them," Hermione smiled, hugging her mother. "Thank you for this."
"I trust your judgment, dear. I hope he is worth it."
"You have no idea, Mon."
.oOo.
The maniac laugh echoed through the trees as the woman ran like a wraith through the Forest, her dark, voluminous hair contrasting with her bare pale skin, covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened under the moonlight. The violet eyes were even scarier than her laugh, reflecting the sheer cunning behind her supposed craziness.
Bellatrix ran naked through the woods, aware she would be the only one out here. No one would be crazy enough to go outside during the full moon while Greyback was close. Cowards, all of them, the so-called death eaters.
Usually, Bellatrix would not be ashamed of her nudity around those men, and she knew that, even if they wanted, none of them were powerful enough to take her, to satisfy her desires. Very few people were. One of them was the dark lord, but he had no human desire anymore; what a waste; the other was her current man, her alpha. Fenryr reak of power and ferocity and how he could overwhelm her was delightful. Then, there was the boy, Harry Potter. He was still young, but Bellatrix couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought of what she would do to him once Greyback claimed his puppy.
The ghostly woman suddenly stopped. Her heart was pounding quickly in her chest, her breathing was fast, and she could feel her pussy getting incredibly wet in anticipation.
Fenryr was close.
He was stalking her, hunting his mate. The werewolf wanted her to know he was close. Bellatrix could feel his growling rumbling through her body. It felt delicious.
Then, before she could even think about reacting, the monstrous wolf was over her. His silver fur was glowing under the moonlight, his sheer size was able to make the most powerful wizards tremble, his claws bigger than her fingers, and his maw was powerful enough to break bone with a simple bite. Fenryr Greyback was the personification of power and rage, the monster, the cannibal.
Yet, when he bit her, it was strong enough to draw blood but not to cause any real damage.
Bellatrix grabbed into his fur, moaning, and she was now entirely his.
.oOo.
Hermione was careful to ask the driver to stop a couple of blocks before they reached number four and walked the remaining distance into the house. The night was warm, and yet, the young witch shivered. Looking at the houses around her, all looking exactly the same, made her feel like she was trapped in some kind of suburban nightmare. The girl could only imagine the so-called perfect families living inside the building, trying to hide the lies and unhappiness of unfulfilled dreams and trying to keep appearances to each other in an eternal dispute of normalcy displays. The magical world was not the only one with problems, or maybe she was just listening to too much punk rock lately.
Although some lights were still on in a couple of houses, the silence was almost oppressive as she walked down the street, only listening to her own steps on the sideway. No howls, no roaring. Hermione could only imagine the amount of silencing wards that were placed around the Dursleys' home to mask the sounds Harry would make or something else.
And, as predicted, Hermione could feel the wards resonating with her magic as soon as she finally arrived at number four. The girl looked around for any signs of movement and walked towards the side gate. It was not locked like Harry said he would leave. Taking a deep breath, shaking and frightened about what she was about to do, Hermione entered the backyard.
The witch noticed the small shack at the back, frowning at his making. The small building was even more twisted than the burrow, it seemed almost like it was made of trash, and it was so small. Even for Harry in human form, it would be too small, and it would be impossible for him to lay down and simply rest.
It was torture.
Hermione clenched her fist and hissed, walking towards the wooden prison. The magical locks glowed on the door. Hermione turned around and saw the open window that she knew led to Harry's room.
The silence was almost too much. Hermione was sweating, not sure about what she would find.
"What do you think you are doing?" Hermione almost jumped in fear as someone called behind her. The young witch turned around slowly, only to see the wand's tip pointed at her. Hermione looked curiously; said focus belonged to a girl that seemed not much older than herself, dressed in mundane jeans and a shirt with a weird sister's logo on it. Her heart-shaped face had strong features, and her tanned skin contrasted with her bright pink hair. Hermione could have mistaken her for one of the girls she had seen on underground shows If it wasn't for her wand. "Wait, I know who you are. Hermione Granger, right?" The woman asked, still pointing her wand at the girl.
Hermione nodded. "Tonks, right?" The young witch said. The woman seemed confused. "Sirius told me about you." At the mention of her cousin, Tonks relaxed a little, but her eyes were still darting from Hermione to the shed.
Hermione raised her hands, showing she didn't have a wand. "If you know who I am, then you know I am Harry's best friend."
"Hum," Tonks finally lowered her wand. "I heard you are more than just a friend." For a second, The woman gave Hermione a mischievous smile before her face became serious again. "But that doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here? It is dangerous!"
Hermione quickly glanced at the window to Harry's room before answering. "Look at this," The young witch pointed at the small and ugly structure behind her. "Harry is trapped inside this… thing. Can you imagine?" Hermione saw Tonks frowning.
"It's for everyone's safety." Tinks tried to say.
"Harry had been bitten for a year now, and he never attacked anyone. He was on the school grounds! Here, he can't even lay down!" Hermione was starting to get angry. How could anyone treat another person like that?
"Granger, he can't control himself."
"Can't he? Ever heard of the Bell family?"
Tonks raised an eyebrow. "They are dangerous people…"
"Who said that? The ministry? They don't have much credit after the tournament fiasco." Hermione felt her cheeks burning, she knew it was not Tonks' fault, but she needed to vent. "Or it was Dumbledore? The man who fought beside them in two wars?" Tonks was taken aback by this assertion and the ferocity behind the girl's words. Hermione walked closer to the shed.
"Please, Granger, I know you are worried about your boyfriend, but even if I would let you do anything, which I won't, you don't have the key. You can't open it."
Turning around and looking at Harry's room window one more time, Hermione just smiled. A shadow moved through the window, and without making a sound, Hedwig landed on Hermione's shoulder, dropping a key into the girl's hand.
Surprised, Tonks opened her mouth and quickly raised her wand, but Hermione was too close to the door. "Don't!" The young auror tried to call, but it was too late. Both witches could sense the wards failing and going down the second Hermione finished turning the key inside the glowing magical locker. Almost immediately, they could hear something moving inside the shed. With a crack, the wooden door started opening, revealing only darkness inside. No, not only darkness, Hermione thought; two green orbs glowed in their direction. Hermione was frozen in place as Harry's enormous hands jumped out of the small place, his claws scratching against the wood. The young witch was trying to process what she was seeing and to overcome her fear at the same time, the only other werewolf she had seen before had been professor Lupin, and they couldn't be more different. Professor Lupin was scary, of course, but while he had looked weak and languid, his longs members almost without fur, like a mangy dog, Harry's elegant built exhale power. His fur was long, thick, and as black as his hair, his eyes were as intelligent as they were predatory, he moved with precision, and his muzzle moved quickly, smelling the air. Hermione had decided rapidly he was beautiful.
Then, the werewolf growled, and Hermione was reminded why people feared them so much. The sound reverberated deep inside of her, awakening a primal flight or fight response that was almost overwhelming; Hermione was shaking, Harry's fangs were enormous, and it would be easy for him to hurt her or anyone else. But the young witch quickly realized he was not looking at her. Turning around, he saw Tonks, with her mouth open and closing but not making a sound, her wand still pointing at them.
"Tonks, please… lower your wand…" Hermione said.
"Are you crazy, girl? Move out of the way!" Tonks all but screamed.
Harry roared, and faster than Hermione could even think to react, the werewolf placed himself between her and Tonks, the lights on the house were turned on, and a scared Tonks fired a powerful stunner against the beast. It was not enough to stop Harry, that, with a quick move of his hands, grabbed and threw the young auror's wand and, with the other, pinned her painfully on the ground. Tonks tried to fight, squirming and turning, as Harry's maw approached her face.
"Harry, stop!" Hermione said, and to her own surprise, he did it, looking at her. "She doesn't know; she was only trying to protect us." Hermione touched the soft fur on the mane around the werewolf's neck. "You already took her wand; let her go…" Growling, Harry turned back to look at a frightened Tonks before letting her go.
"What the hell is happening out there?" They heard a voice coming from the inside of the house. Quickly, Harry grabbed Hermione, who let out an eeep noise as he placed her on his back. Hermione grabbed into his fur as he started running incredibly fast on all fours, finally escaping his prison.
.oOo.
Fleur entered the little deck that faces the garden on her house in silence, only to find it already occupied. Daphne was there, dressed in a nightgown, sitting on the wooden deck with her bare feet touching the grass, looking intently at the full moon. The moonlight reflected over her midnight black hair, the same color as Harry's, creating an almost ethereal illusion around the girl's face. Fleur was once again reminded of how beautiful the other young woman was.
"Couldn't sleep?" The veela asked in french.
"Yes," Daphne turned around to look at her. "Just a bit worried."
"I know," Fleur sat beside her. "It is hard that we can't communicate with him. But, he promised." Fleur smiled.
"Yes… It is terrible that they would go to such lengths to isolate him."
"Oui, a desperate person is easier to mold. But Harry is stronger than that. And he knows he has us." Fleur said with a smile. Both girls stood in comfortable silence, looking at the moon for a couple of minutes.
"Do you believe it? In the prophecy, I mean." Daphne finally asked. Fleur tilted her head, thinking.
"I don't know… to be honest; I don't want to. But, magic can be weird sometimes."
Daphne nodded. "The problem is if both the dark lord and Dumbledore make it to be true. I, I'm not a fighter like you and him…"
Fleur placed her arm around Daphne's shoulder and looked at the girl. "We don't need you to be a fighter, Daphne. We need you to be yourself. Fighting is not the only thing we need. I don't like to admit it, but you are incredibly fierce, and you know how to navigate British society." Daphne smiled.
"You know, it is good to have you on my side, lady Potter." Daphne giggled, and Fleur rolled her eyes.
"Back at you, lady Black." The veela answered theatricality.
.oOo.
Tonks looked around for her wand. She was angry; Dumbledore and Moody would grill her so much after this. And she had almost pissed herself!
And yet, nothing was like she had expected. If what Dumbledore said was true, both Hermione and herself should be dead right now, and Harry would be on a bestial rampage through the neighborhood. But no.
There was intelligence in those eyes. And the way he responded to Hermione, he understood her.
Finally finding her wand, Tonks took a deep breath. Well, she could tell what happened to Dumbledore later.
.oOo.
Hermione watched with an almost scientific curiosity as the wolf form contorted and shrunk until all it was left was Harry's sleeping human body. By Merlin, he had been so fast, covering the ground between Surrey and her home more quickly than the cab, and while she grabbed into his fur for dear life, he was tireless and smart, running through desert streets, parks, and side roads. Hermione had the sensation she was riding power and magic in its most pure form. They entered her room through the open window, accompanied by Hedwig, and only after he was sure Hermione was all right Harry collapsed. The morning was not far away, and the witch knew his magic needed some rest to recoup.
Hermione changed into a light blue nightgown and laid on the bed beside the sleeping boy. The boy she loved so much.
Hermione couldn't help but to drink into his naked form, taking her time watching his chest move as he breathed, the scars on his torso, and the building muscles under his skin.
Getting as close as she could, touching her body to his, and feeling his warmth around her, Hermione took a deep breath and drifted into slumber.
.oOo.
Harry woke up drowning in Hermione's scent. All around him, in the room, in the sheets, and of course, from said girl sleeping next to him. The werewolf took a deep breath, relinquishing the scent of mint and parchment he knew so well, one that he loved. But also, one he noticed had changed over the last months, ever since they had talked that day on the lake.
At first, Harry was afraid he had been too hard on his friend; he was aware she had done everything thinking about his well-being. But, at the same time, he needed to say those things, and she needed to understand them. The wizard was afraid his best friend and first love were drifting away from him after that, especially because the other three girls were so much more forward about their advances and affection than her. But now, taking in her scent, now that he was more in tune with his own instincts, Harry understood it was something else. Hermione needed something else from him. And he would give it to her; even if it were something he was not wholly comfortable with, he would do anything to make this girl happy.
.oOo.
Hermione lazily woke up, feeling the warmth of Harry's body close to her. The young witch opened her eyes slowly, almost afraid it was all a dream, only to be greeted by the beautiful emerald orbs gazing back at her. Harry was smiling brightly at her, and the girl felt the now familiar sensation of butterflies on her stomach. His hand came up and brushed lightly at her cheek.
"You were brilliant tonight, Hermione; thank you!" Harry whispered. "I know you were afraid.." Hermione beamed at his words, unsure where those feelings were coming from.
Harry sat on the bed with a stir, and Hermione couldn't help but follow his movements wide-eyed, her gaze traveling all over his naked body and stopping at his semi-hard cock. The witch gulped and felt the moisture from her pussy start leaking into her knickers. She suddenly realized it was the first time she had been so close to him while he was naked.
"Seeing something you liked?" Harry asked, getting her attention back to his face. Gods, he had that mischievous grin she loved so much.
"I… I…" Hermione blushed, trying to answer.
"C'mon, Mione, be honest," Harry asked, getting a little closer to her, and Hermione bit her lower lip; even his smell was good.
"Yes!" Hermione finally answered after a couple of seconds. "Yes, I really like it…" She was surprised by how good it felt saying those words.
Harry suddenly moved forward and captured her in a toe-curving kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth and easily overpowering the girl's own efforts to fight back with her own. Hermione moaned at the sensation, closing her eyes and rubbing her tights together. But, as suddenly as he kissed her, Harry pulled back, taking a deep sniff of her scent.
"You know," Harry said, turning his back to her and getting up. "You did some not-so-nice things to me," Hermione gasped. "But, last night, you were brilliant, and now, you are being honest, " Harry turned to look back at her, his dick now fully hard, pointing at Hermione. The witch gasped one more time but with a very different kind of sensation this time. "You know, you have been a good girl lately," Hermione didn't know why, but hearing these words from Harry's mouth was so good that she couldn't help but moan, her cunt pulsating even more. "And, I think you deserve a reward. Do you want a reward?" Hermione nodded intusiactly, even before she could fully process what was happening. Harry smiled. "Good…" He said, his hand moving down to his hard cock.
Hermione watched, salivating, as he slowly gave the rigid member a couple of strokes, freeing the engorged head from the foreskin. "I remember when you spied on Katie and me. Did you get off looking at us?" Harry asked, and Hermione once again nodded. "What, I can't hear?"
"Yes …" the girl half whimpered, half answered. Hermione didn't know why, but Harry's slow pace as he stroked his pulsating member was driving her crazy, and it got even worse when a drop of his pre cum shone on the tip, and he used his hand to smear it all over the gland.
Harry took a deep, almost theatrical breath. "You know I could smell you there, watching us. I could smell your wet pussy, just like I can do it right now." Hermione blushed, but she couldn't deny that she was indeed dripping wet. "Show me, take off your knickers."Hermione stiffed; his voice was at the same time commanding and loving. The rational part on the back of Hermione's mind that still worked wondered why someone as assertive and prideful as herself felt so good being commanded around like that by him. And yet, it felt so right to have the boy she loved and tried to guide and, as bad as it was, control his life, to be the one taking the lead now, being the one in charge of her pleasure.
Hermione slowly grabbed the rem of her nightgown, ready to pull it out, when Harry talked again. "No, I like your little nightgown, I said, take off your panties." He stopped stroking, and somehow that felt distressing for her. She wanted him to desire her, to lust after her body as he did for the other beautiful women in his life.
Trembling with a mixture of excitement and self-consciousness, Hermione reached for the waistband of her plain white panties, Merlin; they were so wet that the soft fabric clenched into her pussy lips as she pulled them down. Harry came back to slowly moving his hands while he watched the piece of clothing being pulled out of her legs. Ashamed, Hermione kneeled, trying to hide her soft bush and the lips under it.
"Oh no, that won't work," Harry said, and Hermione could feel the hunger in his voice. "U want to see you, to see you wet little cunt," Hermione moaned at the dirty words. "Spread your legs," the werewolf commanded. Hermione blushed but did as she was told. His voice was so powerful and yet felt so safe. The witch knew, especially after last night, that Harry would never hurt her on purpose, no matter how much power he had over her. The girl planted her feet on the bed, and spread her knees apart, presenting her wet, swollen flower to him, her nether lips slightly apart, and her clit partially hidden on the soft curly bush of her pubs. All her insecurities about her body were burnt away the second she saw Harry and the look of pure adoration and desire he gave her. "Fuck… you are beautiful!" Harry grunted, and his cock jumped in his hand. The boy came a little closer to her. "Touch yourself." He ordered.
And Hermione did just that. First, caressing her flushed outer lips before running her fingers through her slit, gathering her flowing pussy juice and spreading it over her mound, softly encircling her clit. "I love your scent after you touch yourself, you know," Harry said, and Hermione blushed, even more, biting her lip. "Oh yes, I know every time you do it, it is delicious." Hermione moaned, working her fingers, her eyes locked on Harry's cock. It was so close to her. "And you do it quite often, don't you? What do you imagine when you masturbate, Mione?"
Hermione whimpered, pressing a finger inside herself. "You! I think of you!"
"Yes?"
"You and me… aaaaaaah… in the library… oh fuck…"
"Do you think about Fleur?" Hermione once again bit her lips. "Be honest, Mione."
"Yeeees… I think about her, I think about you fucking her and me at the same time, I think about you making me drink your cum from her pussy… oh my…" it felt weird admitting those things, putting them into words, but it also felt liberating. Hermione felt she was very close now. "I think about you and Katie and Daphne… aaaaaaah, I'm gonna…"
Don't cum yet!" Harry called, and her hand came to a halt, her hips trembling. "You don't want your reward for being honest?"
"That… that was not it?" Hermione asked, her pussy pulsing, grabbing at something that was not there. Harry gently grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back into the bed, climbing on top of her. The underside of his hard member ran through her wet slit, stimulating her clit with every move, and Hermione almost came right there. Harry kissed her passionately before asking. "Do you want it?" Gone was the commanding tone, the roleplay; Hermione could only hear the love and the desire he had for her.
"Yes, Harry, please." She moved her hand, grabbing his dick and aligning it with her entrance. "Please… be gentle…" Harry nodded and, kissing her again, pressed himself inside her for the first time. Hermione closed her eyes; the mixture of discomfort and wanting, the new sensation of having something this big inside her, the fullness and a hint of pain were there, but she was so worked up by their play that when Harry started slowly moving, his dick touching every sensitive part inside of her, she came loudly in an explosion of magic and colors.
.oOo.
Emma had always considered herself a very forward-thinking woman, one that would not put her daughter through the same things her parents had put her through. Yet, the sounds coming from Hermione's room fueled her with a strange mix of feelings. Even though Hermione was sixteen now, the same age Emma herself had lost her virginity, and she was still her baby. Emma knew for a while now that was bound to happen, her daughter had been in love with the shy boy for a long time now, and the way they had interacted over the years showed Emma that at least some of that feeling was mutual. Her baby was growing, and, judging by the muffled moans, they were having a lot of fun. Emma felt herself getting excited; it had been more than a year without having any kind of romantic contact with anyone, totally focused on her work and putting her life together after the divorce. Her mind somehow wandered to the handsome and eccentric wizard that had visited them a couple of weeks prior, and not for the first time, Emma imagined how his tattoos looked under his clothes. Shaking her head, the woman rationalized that it was better to have Hermione home than do it hidden somewhere else.
Forty minutes later, both teens finally entered the kitchen while Emma was drinking a cup of coffee. The woman giggled at her daughter, clinging to Harry, completely lovestruck, and was puzzled by how more confident the boy looked from the last time she had seen him.
"Good morning, mon!" Hermione said happily, though Emma could notice the slight discomfort the girl felt while sitting down.
"Not as good as yours…" Emma said with a wink.
"Mom!" Hermione called, blushing, just like Harry, and the woman found it incredibly cute.
"Well, I hope you are at least using protection." It was amusing teasing the two, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. Harry seemed like he wanted to be buried in the ground.
"Enough, Mon, and yes, we are!" Hermione finished, grabbing the coffee mug and some fresh avocado. Emma just smiled, watching the two together.
"Mis knight…" Harry finally spoke after a while.
"Please, Harry, call me Emma."
"Right, Emma, I, I would like to thank you for letting me here. I know it is a heavy thing we asked you, and…"
"No, Harry, don't worry. You always have protected Hermione and have been her friend for so long. Is the least I can do."
Harry smiled. "Thank you."
"Now, we can't have you wearing my ex-husband's clothes all summer. We should go and buy some things you may need." Emma said, and Harry nodded. "We also should fetch your friend; what's her name again?"
"Katie," Hermione answered. " She's been dying to see us."
"Ok, Hermione, give Harry his documents and his credit card, and meet me in the garage."
Emma thought it was cute how Harry worried about her inconvenience. The boy promised he would pay for everything, from the fuel on her car to the food he ate. Hermione tried to say he didn't need to, but he was adamant about it. Emma was aware of Sirius' good financial condition, but even so, she found it quite odd the way Harry behaved, almost like in a defensive manner, as if he thought his company was not wanted.
Emma had to admit, though, that the Bells residence was a fair distance away from her, on the outskirts of London. It was a beautiful estate, with a beautiful garden in front and an old but well-cared house. But the most impressive was the woods behind the old Victorian country building. The woman knew, through Hermione, that the Bell family was an old one, and the thought of generations of people taking care of those trees was somewhat calming to her.
The three of them got out of the car, and the big iron gate seemed to open by itself as they approached. Emma could see a very pretty brunette girl with an athletic build, wearing very casual jeans and a shirt and carrying a backpack running towards them with a bright smile. Behind her, a woman, probably the girl's mother, shook her head but smiled at the girl's happiness.
The next moment, Emma was shocked as the girl jumped into Harry's arms and gave him a searing kiss. The woman watched with wide eyes as the brunette girl hungrily attacked the boy's mouth and even gave his arse a firm squeeze, and, most surprising of all, Hermione was smiling at that.
"Young love, right?" Emma heard the older woman saying and gave her a confused look. "Anna Bell." The woman said, extending her hand, which Emma took. The non-magical woman was struck by the other woman's beautiful yellow eyes.
"Emma Knight…" Emma looked back at the teens, and Katie was now hugging Hermione. "Wow, I guess things are more complex than I imagined."
"With magic, they always are." Anna shrugged. "But they do love each other, and if it is a mistake, it is their mistake to make."
Emma smiled. "You seem awfully ok with this."
"I've never seen my puppy so happy, and yours seems to be very happy too." Emma could only nod; it was true, Hermione did seem happy as the three teens talked, and Harry was rather affectionate with both girls.
"I would like to thank you," Anna said. " And to let you know that we will be here if you need anything."
"Well, I needed a vacation on my own." Emma smiled, and Anna laughed.
"Let's hope our puppies are not too much to handle, right?"
Emma nodded. This was going to be wild.
.oOo.
Harry had never been to a shopping mall before and found the experience quite weird. At first, the young werewolf was a bit overwhelmed by the cacophony of sounds and smells, but with a little concentration, he was able to focus his senses and work somewhat normally. It was something he was finding easier to do since the graveyard encounter and the killing curse, but he was not sure why.
Of course, he had been to the diagonal alley and Hogsmeade, but nothing compared to the sheer volume of products and variety he could see in the windows. Hermione, of course, had made a list of everything he needed to get, sneakers, trousers, socks, and everything in between, and once his initial awkwardness was gone, he found it quite fun to look around and get those things. It helped that, for the first time, he was being able to shop for items that actually fit and, more importantly, he liked.
With a smile, he allowed Hermione to drag both him and Katie into a record store, where the bushy-haired girl proceeded to introduce them to some of her favorite music groups. Katie was not fond of the fast-paced music style Hermione had shown them, but Harry had to admit he quite liked it. They were at least better than wizard music and the things his aunt used to listen to on the radio. But, what he really loved was seeing how excited Hermione was, talking about the lyrics and how they had changed her mind.
Harry really did miss Fleur and Daphne, but he was delighted with both Hermione and Katie. The wolf girl must also have noticed what happened between him and Hermione that morning, as she kept teasing the other girl during the day, winking at him and making Hermione blush.
More than once, Harry also noticed the puzzled look on Emma's face as she watched the teens interact, and he was not envious of the conversation Hermione would have with her later.
As they entered one of the enormous clothing stores so he could get the ones he still needed, especially some undergarments, he noticed Katie and Hermione disappearing into the women's section, leaving him alone with Emma.
"I know it's a little weird," Harry said as he looked through the shirts. "But I want you to know that I really like Mione, and I would do anything to make her happy."
"Oh Harry, I know, I can see it," Emma answered, extending him a shirt so he could try it. "I will admit I don't fully understand what is happening with you lot, but I will not give you the angry parent discourse; that is not me." He smiled back at her. "That said, I will break your legs if you break her heart." They laughed. Things… just happened during the last year, but, in the end, I couldn't see myself without Hermione, without any of them…" Harry said, and he could feel the woman's piercing gaze.
"You really love her, don't you? I mean, both of them."
"Yes, I know how bad it sounds…"
"Harry, the only thing that concerns me is how young you all are, but again, going by what Hermione told me, and I know she hasn't told me everything, you all have been through way more than most adults I know." She passed him one more shirt. "Also, I trust my daughter's judgment. If she deemed you worthy of her attention, I believe her. Now, go try those; I think they will look good on you."
Harry smiled and nodded. It was good, feeling like a typical teen, even for just a little.
.oOo.
"Soooooo…" Katie teased, flipping through the sports bras. "I know you must be a little sore, but it was worth it, right?" The girl teased, making Hermione blush.
"More than I could believe…" the bushy-haired girl whispered. "He was quite… overwhelming."
"Oh, I know, I can smell him all over you, and that is making me really horny! Can't wait so I can ravish him." Katie whispered, making Hermione blush even more, but the she-wolf could sense the arousal forming in the intelligent girl's own center. "So, better than Fleur?"
"Katie!" Hermione called.
"What? I'm just curious."
Hermione growled, but after a couple of seconds, she answered. "It was different. With Fleur, we both were in a very low place, we kind of comforted each other, or she comforted me. I… I didn't think what that would do to Harry. With him, it was… incredible, and he was… so much!"
"Like a storm!"
"Yes, I think so."
"And it was just the first time, girl. It only gets better!" Katie finished, and Hermione gave her a dreamy smile. "Here, what do you think of this one?" The werewolf showed Hermione a very small see-through knicker. Hermione opened her mouth.
"Katie! I don't need…"
"Those are not just for you, Hermione. Do you have something to wear for him?" Katie was having so much fun. Hermione was so Smart, so calm and resolved, but at the same time so naive when it came to fucking.
"Do you think he would care?"
"Tsc, Hermione, as you once pointed out, Harry is incredible and all, but he is still a young man and a very horny one at that. He loves looking at us, and, as much as I am pretty sure he would find any of us pretty in any situation, how would you think he would feel if he knew we take some time thinking about him, thinking about making him want us even more?"
"Well, you got a point there. Isn't it a little, I don't know, vain?"
"Nah, let us be vain for a while; we are reading to hard times; at least we can look beautiful and hot to our boyfriend."
Hermione nodded; she couldn't deny the appeal of Katie's words. "I guess you're right…"
"Nice! Let's look for some who match your lovely bum!"
.oOo.
Harry was not blind to the little pile of undergarments the girls placed on the counter beside his own purchases; even if they tried to hide it under some shirts for themselves, neither was Emma. Harry looked at the two girls and gave them his mischievous smile, making Hermione blush and Katie grim before he handed his card to the clerk and paid for everything. After that, they ate at the shopping, where Harry tried some pizza and wondered why they would never have it at Hogwarts, and they decided to get back home for a movie and maybe an early bedtime. Both Harry and Katie were tired from the moon cycle and the long day, and they would all head to Dover the next day. Emma decided to let the three teens watch the movie and removed herself into a long shower, where once more, her mind wandered over the strange wizard that had visited her home. It had been years since she had last had this kind of fantasy, and it was somewhat revigorating, reminding Emma that she was still a hot-blooded woman. The fact her daughter seemed to be in a three-way relationship with a very cute boy also helped.
Emma was not surprised to find Harry sleeping sandwiched between the two girls the next morning on Hermione's bed, thankful, all three of them still dressed. That would be a wild summer