Chapter 02
Passenger
Fleur took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Destroying the training dummies was not only a good practice but also a good stress relief. Of course, it was nothing compared to training with a real adversary, especially one who would be as good as Harry, Katie, or Sirius, but none of them were available at that moment. With a flick of her wand, the three constructs started fixing themselves, getting ready for the next barrage of spells. The veela had affectionately named them Vernon, Petunia, and Severus, and they would be passing substitutes for the real ones until she had a chance of putting her hands on the real version of any of those.
As soon as the training dummies were back up and started moving, Fleur began casting. She wanted to be in pristine form, both physically and magically, to help her mate in the times ahead. Remembering what happened at the maze in the last task only fueled the fire inside her as she dodged and shielded herself from the stunning hexes being shot at her.
Harry was not there. Goddess, how she missed him. How she wanted him there with her so they could train together, talk, study, and fuck. No matter how Fleur tried, no matter how much she came from her fingers or her toys (something she did almost every night, and she was pretty sure Daphne did as well, it was a shame the beautiful girl was not interested in her, but maybe, they could try something together…), it was not enough. Fleur wanted Harry. Her body, magic, and her mind called for him way more than she had thought they would after a month.
The sexual frustration and missing her boyfriend were not the only stresses she was going through.
Fleur had graduated with honors, which, together with being the tri-wizard champion, granted her an endless flow of job propositions; the only one she had sought after herself was the only one who hadn't responded to her yet.
Damn goblins. With a powerful bombarda, Vernon's chest exploded into a thousand pieces.
.oOo.
Daphne put down the book on advanced diagnosis spells she was reading as Fleur got up from the training room in the basement. Though the Delacour estate was not as big as some of the pureblood families' houses the girl was used to, including her own, it was incredibly modern and well equipped, the little gym and training grounds in the basement being proof of that. Daphne could see some bruises on the veela's perfect skin and noticed the fact she was holding her ribs with a snare. Daphne sighed; the older witch had been doing that, exhausting herself in training for the last weeks, trying to ease her mind.
"You know," Daphne said, getting up and holding her wand. "Getting yourself hurt or tired to death will not bring him faster." The Slytherin started casting pain-relieving and some minor healing charms on the older girl. "Guess I have a chance to practice tho…"
Fleur very maturely showed Daphne her tongue before sighing. "Sorry, you are right. I'm just a little frustrated." The veela smiled as the soft magic from the training healer washed over her, easing the pain in her ribs.
"No word from Gringotts yet?" Daphne asked, and Fleur nodded. "I hope they answer soon, Fleur." The girl finished, getting back to her chair.
"Non… I really don't want to ask Papa, but I may have no option."
Daphne nodded. If it were her, she wouldn't hesitate to use her family's influence, especially for something as simple as getting a job. Still, Fleur was especially wary of doing that, constantly needing to prove herself; in that, and her stubbornness, she was very much like Harry. "Well, even if you need to do that, I am sure you will excel on the job Fleur." The veela looked at her. "Remember, even the goblins are very keen on people with connections in England. Is shit, truth, but is how things work there."
"Merde…"
"I know."
"Well, I will take a shower and maybe some sun at the pool before it gets too hot. Want to join me?"
Daphne thought for a second. "Sure, I will get my things and meet you at the pool."
Daphne wondered as she walked up the stairs into her room. Was there a friendship being formed there? Would she and the veela finally get along with something more than just respect for each other? Daphne hoped so; they were in this for the long run.
.oOo.
"Are you sure just a backpack is enough?" Katie heard Emma asking as they loaded the rented car with luggage. Katie looked if the driver was paying any attention, but he seemed more worried about the soccer game he was listening to on the radio.
"Don't worry, Ms knight, my trunk is shrunken, inside my backpack. Once we get there, one of the adults can turn it back to the normal size for me." Katie couldn't help but smile at the older woman's confused expression. Then, the girl turned her attention to her boyfriend, lifting the big suitcase with both Hermione's and her mother's clothes with almost no effort. Despite all the bad things that happened, Harry had become way better at channeling his magic through his body after all. The she-wolf bit her lip thinking about the possibilities.
Emma sat on the front seat, and Harry got sandwiched between Katie and Hermione, much like they had during the night, and the small entourage started the almost two hours journey from London to Dover. It was early in the morning, and Emma quickly engaged in an animated back and forth with the driver.
"Isn't it strange that nothing has happened over the last weeks?" Hermione asked in a lower voice. "No attacks, no movements from the death eaters…"
"Voldemort was still weakened after the ritual," Harry said. "And I think he was slightly surprised when I managed to escape." The boy wondered. Katie noticed his hand come to rest on her knee and smiled. "He is biding his time, gathering his forces. He was clearly unhappy with how many of his followers showed up."
"I was talking with Daphne before the full moon," Katie said, noticing Harry's hand moving up and down her tight but just a little under her skirt. "She said there will probably be some pureblood purist movement when the mot is back next week." Katie placed her own hand on Harry's leg. Fuck, his scent was so good, and he was so close.
"What do you think will happen to the ministry?" Hermione asked.
"Sirius told me Fudge is hanging by a thread," Harry said, and Katie felt his hand coming a little higher, caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of her muscular leg. Katie shivered, sure that Harry could smell her growing arousal. "Guess we will know more when we can talk to them." Harry mischievously ran his nails on Katie's inner thigh. He was even more overwhelming than Katie remembered.
"Not that I don't absolutely love your company," Harry said, and Katie's hand moved up as she looked to the mirror to be sure none of the adults were paying attention. His masculine scent was starting to drive her crazy. "But I miss them."
Hermione gave him a warm smile. "We understand, Harry; I miss them too." That seemed to get Harry in good spirits as Katie watched the boy leaning and kissing Hermione's cheek while his hand slowly brushed over the she-wolf pantie-clad nether lips. He was doing it on purpose, his hand vanishing between her legs and underneath her skirt. Katie instinctively spread her knees a little more to give him more access while her own hand couped his groin. Harry didn't even flinch, even if Katie could smell the pre cum coming from his erection, and that drove her crazy.
The conversation drifted into lighter topics, but Harry's hand kept working, softly caressing Katie's outer lips over her damped panties; she tried to move her hips to get a little more contact. Still, the wizard moved his hands and gave her a mischievous grin. He was teasing her. And it was painfully delicious. Soon, Hermione got her face buried into a thick book, and Katie laid her head on Harry's shoulder, drinking into his scent, trying not to make a sound as he continuously teased her aching pussy.
.oOo.
The port of Dover was more crowded than Harry had expected, but again, it was summer, and people would like to travel. Maybe it was just his inexperience talking, having never gone on this kind of Voyage before. Prior to that, the most he had gone was to the Burrow, and usually by magical means. He should have gone to the Quidditch world cup last summer, but his condition and Dumbledore's worry didn't allow it. Now, here he was.
After presenting his documents and buying the tickets, they waited for their ferry, looking around. Harry came to appreciate the salt smell from the water, even knowing this area was not very clean. Harry found it funny the expression on Hermione's face every time she caught Katie looking at him with hungry eyes. Maybe he had been a little too much of a teaser, but the scent of the girl's arousal was amazing, and her eyes carried a lot of promises.
Harry also noticed that Emma was carefully looking at them, almost like she was studying the teens' interactions as she got her cup of coffee; he could only imagine what would be her reaction when she found out about Fleur and Daphne.
"So Harry," Emma asked. "Hermione told me you had plans to live with Sirius this summer?"
"Yes, that was the plan. I believe we can do it next summer, though, if everything goes to plan." Harry shrugged, trying to hide his frustration.
"I see," Emma bit her lower lip, just like Hermione used to do; Harry found it cute. "Just the two of you?" The woman finally asked. Hermione raised an eyebrow at her mother, and Katie seemed very interested. Harry was a bit surprised by the question.
"Hum, as far as I know, maybe Remus will have a room there too," Harry answered.
"Remus? Your old professor?"
"Yes, they are very good friends, but I doubt he will leave his own home to come and live with us." Harry shrugged. Was he missing something here? Hermione rolled her eyes, and Katie giggled. They seemed to get it. After a couple more questions about his living arrangements with his godfather, Harry finally understood what was happening. He pondered about saying something about Amelia Bones but refrained himself. The young wizard was unsure what Sirius' relationship with the witch was; maybe it was something of a fling, Maine something deeper.
The ferry left the port, and Harry took to the smells and sounds of the sea. As he understood, both Hermione and her mother had done this trip ac os the channel many times before, so they were used to that; Katie had visited the continent once, with her grandfather, to visit some other packs, shortly after she had started Hogwarts, so she seemed as thrilled as Harry.
Around twenty minutes after they left the port, Katie grabbed Hermione and Harry's hands. "C'mon, let's explore this boat a little!" Hermione giggled at the seeming childish demeanor from the older girl, but Harry knew the smile Katie had very well and willingly let himself be taken by the other werewolf. Harry could smell Katie's arousal as she walked through the corridors, looking for something, trying to get the farthest away from most people as possible.
"Ok, Hermione, I will need you to be a team player," Hermione said as they got into a more remote bathroom with almost anyone around. Hermione blushed, finally understanding what was happening. "Please keep an eye out for us!"
"Katie, are you sure this is safe?" Hermione asked.
"Right now, I don't care; I just need…" Harry didn't let her finish, capturing her lips and opening the door. They quickly got inside, without allowing their lips apart, and, almost without noticing, Harry waved his hand, magically cleaning the place, feeling the rush of magic and the colors dancing around them. Later, he would ponder about how easy it was for him to perform wandless magic any time he was with one of the girls, but, right now, all his senses were focused on the hungry she-wolf devouring his lips.
"You. Fucking. Tease!" Katie half said, half laughing in his mouth. "Getting me all work up in the car!"
"Yeah?" Harry answered, cupping her incredibly firm bum with both his hands. "And what are you going to do about it?"
As a response, Harry felt the magic running through Katie's body, the same way he was getting used to doing before she forcefully pinned him against the wall. The young wizard was reminded that she was the taller of his lovers, maybe two inches taller than himself, and as the girl raised one of her legs and used her hips to hold him against the wall, her center aligned almost perfectly with his raging erection.
Katie moaned, feeling how hard he was, and Harry squeezed her butt cheeks under her skirt. The girl grinded her panties-clad pussy against his hard-on with need. "Bloody hell, I missed you so much!" Katie managed to say before biting on Harry's collar. Harry ran his other hand on the tight she was using to hold him and was surprised when she grabbed him by the pulse and held his hand over his head before doing the same with the other. Harry smiled; she was stronger than before.
Katie's bite became even harder, making sure Harry would be marked, as she used one of her strong hands to hold his arms high, and the other went straight to his crouch, grabbing his dick over the fabric of his pants. The she-wolf let her teeth go from his neck before licking the same spot she had bitten, making Harry moan as her other hand worked the fly on his trousers. "Fuck, going so long without you was making me crazy, and then, you do this to me… you need to take responsibility as the good alpha you are!" Katie said, unceremoniously pushing her hands inside his pants and fishing his swollen dick. The young woman looked down as the hard, pulsating member escaped Harry's boxers, and she moaned. Harry had a smug smile on his face, happy at the look of pure hunger in Katie's eyes.
"Are you just going to stare at it?" Harry teased in her ear, and it seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Or maybe the right, he was not sure. Because, with a defiant gaze, Katie quickly pushed the rem of her panties aside and buried Harry's cock inside her wet entrance.
"Yeeees!" The girl whimpered. "Yes, yes, yes!" Katie continued moaning as she bounced like a crazy beast on his cock, enveloping him with her silk-burning insides. "I wanted… aaaah… that… for so… long …. Fuck fuck!" Harry found some leverage as the girl shivered, moving his own hips to match Katie's trusts. The obscene sounds of their fucking roared through the small bathroom, a mixture of tugs and wet noises.
Katie was quickly becoming a moaning mess, and Harry decided she had enough, and channeling his own magic, he freed his hands from the girl's firm grip and, grabbing her ass, pushed her from the ground. Katie had to bite his shoulder as he went even deeper inside her. With a quick movement, Harry turned them around, exchanging their places and pinning Katie's back against the wall. Harry felt Katie's wall clenching around him as her climax approached and fucked her with abandon, grunting and moaning as his hips hit her pelvis with every push.
"Fuck! I'm cuming… yes yes yes! Fuuuck!" Katie roared as she came around his cock, and Harry kept trusting as she climaxed. " Sogoodsogoodsogood…" the girl kept saying, and Harry kept moving. Goddess, how she missed her, her strong legs around him, how they fought for dominance, how firm her body was, and how perfectly her pussy felt around his dick.
"You feel so good, Katie!" Harry said and felt as her pussy got even tighter, and a shiver ran through her body. "I missed you too!" His voice, mixed with the wet sounds of his cock invading her damp center, drove Katie close one more time, and Harry loved it.
"Please, Harry, aaaaaaah, please babe… cum for me!" Katie asked, a second, weaker orgasm running through her but nonetheless delicious, and that was enough to push Harry over the edge. With a grunt, Harry pushed himself and felt his own climax like an explosion of pleasure and magic. His cock convulsed deliciously as he expelled his thick sperm inside his first lover, again and again, and both werewolves moaned together as the colors of magic danced around them.
.oOo.
Emma had put on her sunglasses as the day got brighter; the sun's reflection in the water was a little too much for the usual indoor dentist, making her eyes water as she drank the bottled water and watched the other tourists around her. The three teens had been gone for almost forty minutes now, and the journey through the channel was almost at its end.
Emma was pretty sure the three would be on a corner somewhere, snogging like only teens were capable of, or so she thought. With a nostalgic feeling, the woman remembered her younger days, when she was the one sneaking out to meet her boyfriend or go to a músic concert her parents disapproved of. Emma was thankful that, just like herself, neither Hermione nor her boyfriend seemed to be much of a drinker. And yes, the look they had when the three finally came back was a little surprising. Hermione was red as a tomato; looking around, Harry's hair was even messier than usual, and try as he might, the boy couldn't hide the hikes on his neck. But Katie was a sight to behold. The girl had a blissful smile and dreamy eyes, with swollen lips as she walked glued to Harry's arms in the most freshly fucked look Emma had seen in years. The older woman couldn't help but feel a little envious but also happy for them.
"Man, I can't wait to get there; I'm starting!" Katie said as they approached.
"I can imagine," Emma said, and the usually forward girl blushed. "We're almost there. I think I can see some land already." And, twenty minutes later, they were landing in Calais. With just some documentation checks, the small group left the ferry amongst the flow of tourists, and Emma was surprised by how easily Harry could carry the big luggage they were bringing.
Emma smiled, surrounded by the sound of french being spoken, the sun, and the food. She had always loved the country and had even thought about moving into it, but her now ex-husband was against it, as their practice was starting to take off at the time. But still, he's had great memories of the country from previous vacations with her family. Maybe she could finally do it after Hermione finished school and open a small practice. Emma was unsure if she could leave so far from her daughter. The girl was now talking happily with her boyfriend and friend? Another girlfriend? Emma was still not sure. It was clear they were both sharing Harry, but the affection they had for each other seemed to be only as friends. Hermione was trying to teach them some greetings in french and talking about how to be polite.
As they walked into the lobby, Emma noticed Harry waving, and following his gaze, she could see Sirius waving back, with his black hair falling to his shoulders and a bright smile, dressed in casual clothing. He would blend almost perfectly with the crowd if it weren't for his company. Emma was struck by the visage of two of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. One should not be much older than Hermione herself, with long, luxurious platinum hair that framed an almost perfectly shaped face, with a pointy nose and nearly invisible eyebrows. The other one was very much like the girl, except a few years older and with short channel-style hair. Both women were dressed modestly, but they exuded femininity and sensuality, even without trying, and suddenly, Emma found herself feeling a little inadequate.
The younger girl turned around to look at them, and her face glowed with a bright smile, without a care in the world, almost like she was floating, the girl ran in their direction, and Emma was sure there was some magic in the works by the way she moved.
"Harry!" The beautiful girl called, and for the second time, Emma was stunned. The girl latched herself into Harry's neck and kissed him, a deep, loving, and sensual kiss.
Emma was confused. Both Katie and Hermione were smiling.
.oOo.
Fleur was not as good as her mother at hiding her annoyance for having to wait. The young veela was never the most patient person, and the odd looks and catcalls were not helping her sour mood.
But, right now, it didn't matter. The moment she locked eyes with Harry, her heart started pounding fastly in her chest. He was so beautiful with his messy hair, his aura was so bright, so powerful, and those green wolf eyes so deep and powerful. And when he saw her, his smile was so sincere, so lovely, that the veela couldn't control herself. Her allure flashed around her, searching for her man, and Fleur was so focused on the green-eyed werewolf that she didn't even notice the glare her mother gave to her. The only thing she could do, like a little girl in love, was to run and throw herself at her loved one.
Time stopped when they kissed, just like the first time, only Harry and herself existed in the world. Only now did she realize how much she was holding on, how much she missed his warmth, scent, and how her allure responded to him. Maybe it was her veela nature; perhaps it was the bond; Fleur didn't care. The important thing was that Harry was here now and that he was kissing her again. Fleur had to control herself not to reap his clothes right there. Their tongues danced together in a way only they could, with her hands firmly grasping his messy hair while he pulled her closer with his own on fleur's waist. Just a kiss and it was glorious.
"Hey, I missed you too…" Harry said when they finally separated, wiping the lonely tear running down her cheek. "Told you I would come."
"Yes, you did." Fleur touched her forehead to his and giggled, only now registering both Katie and Hermione's scent on him, reminding her of the two girls. She tried to compose herself, turning around and smiling at Katie. "Hello Katie, I missed you too!" The veela said, hugging the she-wolf.
"Missed you too, birdie," Katie answered with a smile.
Fleur turned to Hermione and hugged the bushy-haired girl, and gave her a surprising peek on the lips. The younger girl blushed and returned the hug before Fleur grabbed Harry by the arm and walked with him towards the adults. Just now, she had noticed an older woman she didn't know, but that was clearly Hermione's mother, with an open mouth, looking at them. Fleur felt just a little ashamed of her own actions but quickly pushed it aside; she would not regret showing her affection for her Harry.
"Pup!" Sirius said, opening his arms. Harry wasted no time in hugging his godfather. "Now that your princess has released you, I can properly greet my godson." The man said with a laugh when Fleur glared at him.
"Can you blame her?" Apolline said, pulling the young wizard into a hug herself. "We were all worried about all of you." Fleur latched herself into Harry's arm again as her mother released him.
"Mom," Hermione said. "Those are Fleur, and her mother, Apolline Delacour; we will be staying at her home, Ms. Delacour, Fleur, this is my mother, Emma Knight."
"Is a pleasure," Fleur said politely.
"Oui, my husband, sent his regards; he's at work but hopes to join us at dinner," Apolline said, shaking Hermione's mother's hands, and Fleur noticed the woman seemed relieved at her father's mention, looking from Apolline to Sirius. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"The pleasure is mine," Emma said. "Wow, sorry to say, but I thought you were her sister." The woman said in french.
"Oh, mine, thank you!" Apolline said. "Now, let's get going, non?"
"Need any help with those, Harry," Sirius asked, pointing at the luggage.
"Nah, it's ok." Harry shrugged.
"I insist," Sirius said with a wink, grabbing Emma and Hermione's big suitcase. "Bloody hell! How are you carrying those and your trunk?"
"Magic!" Harry said, waving his hands. Fleur giggled; how had she missed his stupid sense of humor.
The group walked outside the port's mall into a more secluded street, and Emma seemed a little confused. Once outside other people's eyes, Sirius produced his wand from his holster and shrunk both the suitcase and Harry's trunk.
"Get ready, Harry," Fleur said excitedly. "I am of age now, so…" Harry rolled his eyes but gave her a bright smile.
"So, it means you are in charge now?" The werewolf asked with more than a bit of innuendo in his tone.
"Oui and I can do this!" Fleur grabbed his arm and allowed her allure to wash over them. One of the best things Harry had taught her was to accept that the allure was nothing more than a manifestation of her magic, of herself, just like the wolf was for him. Fleur no longer fought the veela, part of her nature, and she felt more whole for that. Focusing her magic and using Harry's own to help her, she felt the push from the space being bent around them, all the dimensions becoming one for just a moment before coming back to normal as they appeared in the garden of her own home.
Harry, of course, landed on his but.
"Damn, I will never get the hang of this," Harry said, getting up while Fleur laughed. A couple of seconds later, Apolline appeared with Hermione and Katie at her sides and then Sirius with Emma. The poor woman had wide eyes and an open mouth, clinging to the man for her life.
"Bloody hell!" Emma said, still trembling.
"Mom, language!" Hermione said with a laugh.
"Don't worry; you get used to it with time," Sirius said softly.
"Unless your name is Harry Potter!" Fleur called, kissing said boy's cheek.
"Welcome to our house," Apolline said. "please, make yourselves at home." They walked to the house, and Fleur noticed that Hermione's mother refused to let go of Sirius' arm, still unsure of her steps.
The group entered the well-lit entrance hall, and Fleur could see the small blond rocket running in Harry's direction, who quickly opened his arms and hugged Gabrielle, lifting her from the ground.
"'Aaaarry!" The younger girl called. "Ez iz so good to see you!"
"Good to see you too, Gabby!" Harry said, placing the girl on the ground. "Hope you are enjoying your summer."
"Oui…" The girl answered and started talking in a barrage of french that Harry clearly didn't understand, and Fleur reminded herself to teach him the language. Apolline asked Gabrielle to ask the elves for a nice light lunch, so she could stop talking, and just when the young veela let go of Harry's hands was that Daphne approached them, walking in a very formal manner. Still, Fleur could see the fire in her eyes, burning just as much as the veela's own.
"Welcome, milord." The regal girl said, with a slight measure, extending her hand, which Harry took with a grin.
"Milady…" Harry said, kissing her hand.
"I have been waiting for your arrival, milord."
"And I have been dying to see you, Lady Greengrass." It was all needed; Daphne threw herself at Harry and kissed him just as passionately as Fleur had done. Fleur still felt jealous of the beautiful Slytherin, but it was not as bad as before. Emma, on the other hand, looked like the world had gone crazy.
"Silly…" Daphne said when they finally parted their mouths.
"Hey, you're the one who taught me!" Harry answered, and Fleur noticed his hand grabbing the pureblood girl's butt and squeezing it. That was enough for the veela.
Fleur grabbed Harry by his shirt." come on, Harry, let me show you your room," Fleur said, pulling him over the stairs.
.oOo.
"Hello, Hermione," Daphne said, hugging the bushy-haired girl after Fleur dragged Harry upstairs. Then she turned and gave Katie a tighter hug, which the she-wolf gladly reciprocated. "Missed you, girls, letters are not the same."
"Yes, true," Katie said. "Are you ok?"
"Don't worry, I am fine. Fleur has priority; it is her home and would be rude of me."
"You are… too polite!" Katie laughed. The werewolf grabbed both other girls' hands. "Hermione has something to tell you."
"Katie!" Hermione blushed while Daphne led both girls to the other room.
Emma stood there, frozen, while Sirius and Apolline smiled.
"My boy, I'm so proud of him…" Sirius said, wiping a fake tear. Apolline rolled her eyes.
"Is… is this a magical thing?" Emma finally asked.
"Hum?" Sirius looked at her.
"Everyone is awfully ok with this." Emma gestured to both the stairs and the living room.
"Non, this is a love thing," Apolline said. "They had suffered a lot until they got here. It may be a mistake, but it is their mistake to make. We were all young once and made our mistakes, non?"
"I… I guess." Emma nodded.
"Let me show you your room." The beautiful witch smiled.
.oOo.
Fleur almost got to the end of the stairs before attacking Harry, almost. He was so close, and she could sense how much he wanted her as Harry's eyes locked into her ass while they got up the stairs, her allure dancing around them. She was home, and he was there with her after a month. A whole fucking month! Fleur turned around and grabbed Harry, latching on his lips. The werewolf lifted the veela by the hips and got up the final two steps before pressing her against the wall, his body molding into hers. Fleur whimpered.
Just now, she realized how much she had been repressing her needs for Harry. Even making herself cum almost every night was not even close to satisfying now that she could have him. His warmth was delicious, his presence reassuring, and his love fed her own. Harry pressed his erection against her hips, making the effect she had on him very clear.
"Fuck!" The wizard moaned between kisses. "You drive me insane!" Fleur knew it was true, and she loved it.
"Come, let's go to the room." The girl said, grabbing his hand and almost running down the corridor. "That's my room," she said, pointing at a light blue door." The one across is the one Daphne will be sharing with Katie. And this one beside mine is yours." Fleur said, opening the door and shoving Harry inside it. The door had not even finished closing, and Fleur was already gripping Harry by the back of his head and devouring his mouth. Harry squeezed her ass with one hand and pinched her right nipple with the other. The wizard didn't even have the chance to look at the well-lit room, with a big glass window that looked into the pool area and a big queen size bed. Fleur pushed Harry into the bed a little more forcefully than she wanted, but that didn't seem to bother him. The girl straddled the wizard, pressing her burning center against his tented pants, and captured his lips again. At this point, their mouths were hot and swollen, hypersensitive to each other. Fleur was letting it go, letting her veela nature take control, her allure flowing freely, but Harry didn't flinch. On the contrary, the werewolf responded in kind, seeking her, touching her skin, and letting her have it as only he could. The forming bond resonated with every pleasurable action from the couple, and Fleur found herself diving into a world of lust and love, like the veelas on the conclave would say happens when you find a suitable mate.
Without taking her mouth from his, Fleur gripped his shirt and, with a strong move, ripped it off, exposing Harry's warm skin. The veela began kissing his chin, going down into his neck until she found Katie's bite mark. Fleur moaned, and kissed the spot, then licked it, a wave of possessiveness washing over her. Harry groaned as the veela vigorously sucked the same sore spot, almost like she wanted to leave her own mark on that. Fleur's hand continued moving over his body, trying to remember every muscle and curve she had missed so much and memorize every chance that had happened on his body while they were apart. Fleur moved her body, placing herself between Harry's legs, kissing his belly while her hands looked for the button of his jeans.
"Fleur…" Harry half spoke, half whimpered, exactly how she liked. "I have been with Katie today… maybe I should take a shower…"
"NON!" Even Fleur was surprised by the force on her voice as she opened Harry's trousers, pushing them down with his boxers, freeing her prize. Fleur moaned as his cock jumped; it was so hard, so beautiful, the wet gland pulsating with power just for her.
Fleur placed her nose at the base of his cock and took a deep breath. Oh, she could smell Katie's cum all over his dick, and she loved it. To know that her beautiful, powerful mate took the wolf girl and made her feel so good that she came all over him was like an aphrodisiac to her. Harry could have all those girls, make them scream, but only Fleur could have HIM. He was her 's just as much as she was his.
The veela worshiped Harry's member, sniffing and licking it from the base up to the pulsing head. She looked up, only to find Harry's emerald orbs watching her with love and hunger, and his smile was infuriatingly intaincing.
" I love you…" Harry said, and Fleur felt herself melting, the fire inside her burnt even brighter, and her desire to take her mate only grew. Harry was her 's.
"I love you too." Fleur was beaming when she finally took the head of Harry's member into her mouth, slowly swallowing him, inch by inch. It was amazing, looking into his pretty face, washed by pleasure and reverence as she caressed her long tongue around the sensitive glands. Fleur studied his face, and it was almost like he was… thankful? Thankful for her? How could he not understand how good this was for her? How amazing it felt to have his masculine power inside her pulsating. How empowering it felt to give the man she loved so much pleasure? Fleur was determined to show him how much she enjoyed being with him, no matter how. Holding the base of his dick with one hand and running the nails of the other on his tight, the veela started moving her head up and down, sucking his taste. The taste of the other girl every time she went up and relaxing every time she went down, all while her tongue swung around his shaft, trying to touch every sensitive spot she knew, like only a lover who knew him as well as she could.
"Bloody hell! That's so good!" Harry moaned, making Fleur redouble her efforts, as a puddle of saliva started forming on her hand and slowly dripped on his scrotum. Her allure reverberated, almost like a song, her nature telling her this was right; this was what her magic wanted, what she wanted, and what Harry desired. Her own moans vibrated with the pulsing, hot cock inside her mouth, a wave of pleasure running through her.
"Fleur, Fleur, Fleur!" Harry calling her name in pleasure was almost too good of a song for her. "If you keep… going… I will…"
Yes! She thought, that's the hat she wanted, so femur kept going; she was so in tune with her veela nature that she could feel his magic building, and she kept going, salivating in anticipation. Then, Harry groaned, and his climax exploded inside her mouth. Fleur did her best, but it was too much; rope after rope of his tick, potent sperm overflowed her mouth and dropped into her hand as he kept moaning and breathing fast. It was simply delicious. When his dick finally stopped pulsating, Fleur released it from her mouth and licked the cum running down his length. She raised her head and waited for Harry to look at her before licking the sperm on her hand with a smile.
"Damn… I love you so much." Harry said, and his member jumped once more. Fleur smiled; they were just starting.
.oOo.
"I swear she forgot the silencing charms on purpose," Katie said, rolling her eyes.
"Luckily, most of the rooms in the house have them by default," Daphne said. "I guess you need it in a house with two, soon to be three, veelas." Hermione was blushing again, and Katie found it funny.
"You know Hermione, for someone so progressive, who had been fucked nicely by Harry, you blush too much." The werewolf teased, and Hermione glared at her.
"Really?" Daphne asked, and Hermione nodded. "Finally!"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, sounding more than a little mad.
"Harry was afraid you had regretted our little… arrangement. He really does love you." Daphne said with a smile.
"Oh…" Hermione finally understood.
"I would like to hear the details later," the Slytherin said with a grin. "But there is something I want to ask you first, as you have been closer to Harry longer than anyone here."
"Sure." Hermione seemed curious.
"Did he ever have a birthday party?"
Hermione was taken aback by this. She tried to remember the past summers, the last one; Harry was confined into his house due to everyone's fear of his curse, the one before, the twins had managed to take him to the burrow, but it was after his birthday. The Weasleys had given him gifts, and Molly did bake him a cake, but it was not a proper party. Yet, Hermione remembered how happy he was. She told that to the other two. "And I am pretty sure his relatives never bother even acknowledging the date." Hermione finished.
"Yes, his birthday is getting close, and I don't think he even thinks about it. Katie said, angry with the situation and with the Dursleys. "The entire magical England knows his birthday, and he could never really celebrate it. It makes me mad!" The wolf girl finished, clenching her teeth, and both Daphne and Hermione nodded.
"So, are you planning something?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. News that Harry is here will be running pretty soon, but there is nothing the ministry or the headmaster can do without risking negative repercussions. So, Fleur and I thought about giving him a proper celebration."
"That would be brilliant!" Hermione said. "And I think we all may use the morale bust!"
"Great! Let's start with how many people and who we should call." Daphne said, grabbing paper and a pen.
.oOo.
Emma had to admit that Apolline was a delightful host. The French woman talked easily, and her bickering with Sirius was amusing; it was clear their friendship had been going for a long time. The house was beautiful and well decorated and way more modern than she came to expect from magical folks. Apolline showed Emma the room she would share with Hermione, with two very comfortable beds and plenty of daylight coming from the two windows. Emma noticed Harry was still in the room with Fleur and looked at Apolline with a worried expression.
"Oh, I know." The blond witch said. "From one mother to another, I understand your concerns, but things are a little… unusual with my family. I can't say I didn't do the same at her age."
"I'm just worried about Hermione."
"I understand… I worry about Fleur as well. At least they're home."
Emma nodded.
"I know it is not a big relief, but Harry does love them very much, and after all he has gone through, he deserves all the love he can have."
"Still, it will take some time to get used to that," Emma said, and Apolline nodded.
"For my kind, love is the base of all, and even our magic is based on it, so, rest assured, we will do everything in our power to make them happy." The french finished; Emma was confused but nodded.
Apolline said her family had another house on the coast, and they would go there later in the summer; until then, they could use the pool or visit Paris. Emma couldn't deny she was looking forward to it.
Later, freshly out of the shower, Harry and Fleur joined them. Even after the bath, Emma could see the french girl glowing with a blissful expression. The woman was unsure if she felt jealous, not of Harry, of course, but of what they seemed to have, or if she just felt happy for them. It was a good mixture of both, she decided. Emma sighed, she would have to talk with Hermione about it, and she was not looking forward to that.
Jacques Delacour joined them in the evening. Emma almost jumped from her seat when the well-dressed man walked out of the fireplace carrying a bag from a bakery in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
"Oh! Pardon moi!" The stock but good-looking man said while Sirius laughed.
"Is ok…" was all Emma could say, holding her chest.
"Mon amour!" Apolline said in a lovely way that gave Emma a nostalgic feeling. "Let me introduce you; this is Emma Knight, Hermione's mother, Emma, this is my husband, Jacques."
The man gave Sirius the bottle and took Emma's hand. "Enchante. It is a pleasure to have you in our home. Hope you had a good trip."
"Thank you, Mister Delacour," Emma answered.
"Jacques, please! Your french is quite good!"
"I have visited the country many times before. I really enjoy being here."
"Amazing! Let's hope to make this visit the first of many! I will take a shower after a long day at work. Then we can have dinner?" He gave Apolline a pleading look.
"Of course, Mon amour, off you go!"
Dinner was a charming moment, at least most of it. Hermione sat beside Emma while Harry was in front of them, with Daphne and Fleur on each side. Emma was quite happy that Sirius had decided to sit beside her and even poured the non-magical woman a glass of wine. The food was light and Mediterranean style, and even the teens were allowed a glass of the alcoholic beverage. Only Hermione refused it, and Gabrielle was too young, so both of them had a nice cup of grape juice. They talked about the trip and plans for the following days, and Emma was surprised when she discovered Jacques was the chancellor of magic in France. Harry did have some powerful allies. Then, the conversation moved to the night Hermione had rescued Harry from his relatives. The girl looked to Harry for approval, and the boy only nodded.
"Ok, mom, I will need you not to freak out…" Hermione proceeded to tell about the night, up until Harry was free and over Tonks. Sirius was laughing loudly, but Emma was looking from Hermione to Harry with wide eyes, her mouth was open, but no sounds came from it.
"Wow, I'm pretty sure I will get a fascinating letter from my favorite cousin!" Sirius said.
"Wait! Wait…" Emma said, shaking. "Are you really saying that Harry is a…. A…"
"A werewolf," Harry said. "Yes, I am. I have been bitten for a year now."
"Is this some kind of magic prank?" The woman asked, scared.
"No, mom, I would never joke about something like this."
"I… I…"
"Mom, I am a witch, and my boyfriend is a werewolf," Hermione said, and Emma noticed how proud she was. The world was turning around her, and it was not because of the wine. "Wait," Daphne asked. "How did you come back to your house? I doubt Harry could take a cab in that state."
Harry gave Hermione a smirk, and the girl rolled her eyes. "Well, Harry is pretty fast. And big."
"You rode him?" Sirius asked. "Like a horse." Hermione nodded, and the man laughed again, and Emma noticed both Daphne and Fleur looking at him with wide but hopeful eyes.
"So you could really understand Hermione talking when in your wolf form?" Apolline asked, sounding very curious. Emma could not believe how trivially everyone else was taking this. The boy was a werewolf!
" Hum," Harry wondered. "Not really, not with words, at least. It's more like I could sense what she wanted, not only with Tonks but also the direction she wanted to go as we ran back to her home."
"Fascinating!" The french woman said. "It is awful how little we know about those affected by lycanthropy. Especially those who don't take the potions." Apolline mused. "Sorry about my curiosity; I was working on being a researcher before the war."
"No problem," Harry waved. "I will help with anything I can; it is the least I can do for you and Jacques opening your house to me."
"Harry, you are family!" Jacques said. "Never forget that. Now, why don't we move to the living room and get more comfortable?"
Emma watched, still stunned, as everyone got up, unsure what to think. Only when Sirius offered her his hand was the woman finally standing.
.oOo.
Daphne stood up from her bed and looked around. Katie lay on the bed beside her own, but the Slytherin was not sure if the werewolf was sleeping or not. To be honest, Daphne didn't care; she had waited long enough already, trying to show some respect for her hosts and Hermione's mother. Daphne slowly opened the door and tried to close it, and walked the corridor without making any sounds other than the silk of her black nightgown against her skin. The garment was a little on the short side, her mother would have said, finishing just an inch or two below her groin, but it was perfect for what she had in mind.
The girl stopped in front of Harry's door and moved to take the handle, but the door opened before she could reach it. There he was, dressed only in sweatpants and with nothing on his upper body; his hair was a mess as the moonlight came through the big window behind, showering his form with a silver outline that only accentuated the glowing green eyes. His lean muscles moved as he breathed, and the mischievous smile he had made her knees tremble. Fuck, Daphne thought, how could Harry have this effect on her.
"You knew I would come," Daphne said, and it was not a question.
"That, and you smell delicious…"Harry answered, passing his arm around her waist and pulling her inside before closing the door. Daphne was delightedly surprised by the side pull, latching herself into him. The werewolf wasted no time bringing his lips to hers, and Daphne could feel the passion and desire in his kiss and other parts of his body. It was mind-numbing, and she loved it.
"Oh my, what an eager brute!" Daphne more moaned than said in between kisses.
"That's because your pureblood ass drives me crazy." Harry teased, grabbing her firm bum and lifting the grill from the ground. Daphne grabbed his hair and kissed him even more passionately as the wizard walked to the bed.
Harry placed her on the soft colchion, and took a step back, his eyes locked on her, burning with desire. Daphne shivered, her mind running at the thrill of being seen, watched, and to watch; it was something she was very much looking forward to exploring. But at this moment, her man looking at her with such lust, the tent on his pants making it impossible for him to deny how much he wanted her, was enough to make her moan.
"Fuck… you are gorgeous…" Harry whispered, his eyes roaming all through her body, and Daphne felt a rush of pride; she wanted more.
"Of course I am," she said. "I bet this is so much more than a beast like you could dream about…" The girl finished and, in a bold move, planted her feet on the bed and spread her legs, giving the man she loved the full view of her panty-clad pussy. Her black undergarment was so well fitted that it hugged her contours perfectly, letting Harry notice the form of her swollen pussy lips under the damp lace. It was so explicit, so obscene, to show herself like that. And Harry seemed to agree; his hard dick jumped inside his trousers, his eyes burnt. Do you like what you see?" Daphne said, running her hands on her spread tights, from her knees to her groin, touching her outer lips over the soft fabric.
"Yes!" Harry moaned. His muscles were tensing, and he took a deep breath, savoring her scent.
"Did you thought about me?"
"Yes, many times, milady."
Daphne grabbed the waistband of her panties and pushed the wet garment off herself. "Did you masturbate thinking of me?"
Harry smiled. "Oh yes, I came for you a lot…"
Daphne smiled back and spread her legs again, giving him a full view of her bare pussy and anus. Harry moaned, breathing fast.
"Take off your pants; let me see you too." The girl asked, and Harry promptly obeyed, revealing his iron-hard member. Daphne could see the moonlight reflected in the drop of pre cum I'm his gland and looking at her lord, she found him beautiful, powerful, exuding magic and love. The witch also noticed that Harry was controlling himself, indulging in her fantasy of watching and being watched.
Making a calling move with one hand, Daphne spread the swollen, wet lips of her pussy with the other, and Harry happily obliged. Moving closer and kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of her legs, starting on her knees, and repeating the movement she had done with her own hands. Daphne moaned as he kissed her mound and each inch of her lips before spreading them with his tongue. Damn, he was good at that. Harry slowly licked up until he reached her clit, and encircled it with his tongue. When he made contact with the sensitive nun, Daphne whimpered and bucked her hips, and Harry took advantage of her movement to place one hand under her ass cheeks, keeping her hips angled up for better access. Daphne grabbed his hair as he attacked her clitoris, moving his tongue around it, teasing the organ before touching it directly. The girl felt two of his fingers entering her wet entrance and caressing the sensitive inside walls, as the mixture of her own juices and Harry's saliva dropped into the mattress.
But Harry was not done.
Once his fingers were completely covered with her fluids, the werewolf moved them out of her pussy. Daphne's eyes went wide as he circled the outer ring of her asshole, never letting go of her clit in his mouth. Daphne was breathing fast, whimpering as she grabbed his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other; then, he pressed one finger against her anus, entering her, and the witch moaned, a long sensual sound as he invaded her. Harry moved his finger slowly, and the sensation coming from her asshole, combined with the delicious licking on her clit was driving her insane. He kept going for a while, then, to her surprise, he pressed a second finger against her tight entrance.
It was too much, "fuckfuckfuckfuck!" The moment Harry's two fingers penetrated her anus, Daphne screamed, her orgasm washing over her, starting on her center and running through her body as her muscles convulsed, clenching Harry's fingers and showering his face with her fluids. And he drank it with gusto. Daphne could see it, magic dancing around them in her orgasmic high. It was beautiful.
When she finally came down, Harry was over her, with a delicious smile on her face. Fuck he was beautiful.
"Are you ready, milady, to be fucked by your best?" He asked, running the head of his cock over her slit.
"Yes, please, fuck me, milord, I am yoursaaaaah…" Daphne screamed as Harry's hard dick penetrated her.
.oOo.
Over the next week, Apolline watched Harry carefully, ensuring her actions were not misguided. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her godson even more. After what Fleur had told her, and the Veela herself could see in the young wizard's aura, Harry being an incredibly loving person was already remarkable. Apolline saw him dedicating himself to each of his loved ones with devotion, making sure to have time for any of them who needed it, the fact the four girls were friends also helped. The boy joked and played around them, feeling safe to be himself.
Harry also trained. Not only did he helped teach the girls, but he also trained with Sirius, trying to improve himself. There was a drive there, Apolline could see it, but it was not for himself. Harry also studied. He read books with Hermione and Daphne, about magic, about politics, both magical and non-magical. And Apolline's heart warmed every time she saw him with Gabrielle, helping her with her English while the younger girl tried to help him with french.
Harry was very good at hiding it.
Sirius did not notice, but Apolline couldn't blame the man; the years in the hell hole that was Azkaban left a scar on his very soul. Apolline was not sure the man even noticed Emma flirting with him, and the English woman did it a lot.
Fleur noticed, maybe because she could see his aura, maybe it was the forming bond, but she could notice.
Sometimes, Harry's light fade away. When he thought no one was looking, it was like a cloud. It was better now that whatever parasite he had latching into his magic was gone, but it was still there. It was not magical in nature.
Apolline knew she was right.
.oOo.
All of Harry's senses were hyper focused and alert when he sat on the comfortable beige couch. The room was very clean and minimalist, but somewhat welcoming at the same time. Also welcoming was the smile on the woman's face in front of him. Josephine was tall and slender, her skin was even darker than Angelina or Regine's, and her curly black hair was like a cloud around her head. Harry was mesmerized by her full lips for a moment, and he was sure it was not just the veela's allure. She was incredibly beautiful. And yet, Harry was wary.
"I must admit my surprise when Apolline said you wanted to see me." Josephine said in almost perfect English. "Usually I help young veela, around your age, to deal with the problems the allure can bring."
Harry smiled and shrugged. "It was worth a shot. Anything to make them happy."
Josephine raised an eyebrow.
"Is very noble of you to want to do this for them, Harry, but you need to do this for you as well, for this to work." The veela looked at him with curious eyes, and Harry noticed she was paying attention to his own eyes. He knew the woman could see he was suspicious.
"I… I find it hard doing this kind of thing for myself…" Harry finally said.
"You know what I am, Harry? What I do here?" Josephine asked, but Harry just shrugged. "I am a mind healer." Harry tensed, and it must have been visible, as the woman gave him a reassuring smile. "Any problem?"
"Sorry," Harry said, without taking his eyes off her. "My previous experiences with mind magic were not very good."
"Ah, I see." The woman smiled. "Don't worry Harry, I don't do this kind of magic here. Not at al. There will be little or no magic involved in this." Harry was confused. "Tell, how is your day going?"