The Family Way Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Harry sighed with relief as he finished the report on the latest raid he had taken part in. Being an auror had ended up being much like he expected. It wasn’t pure and constant excitement like some of the other trainees who had joined around the same time as he envisioned, and most of their time was spent dealing with minor disturbances and drunken idiots. The paperwork they needed to file after every little thing they did could become grating and deeply irritating at times, but there were moments that more than made up for it.

Thorfinn Rowle was dead, and that was cause for celebration. The sadistic murderer had managed to escape from the grounds of Hogwarts after the final death of his master, and if he had been smart, he would have fled far away from Britain in the aftermath of the battle. He was more brawn than brains, though, and he had gotten himself mixed up in an illegal potions racket. When Harry spotted the man during the raid, he hadn’t hesitated to engage him in battle, and while he hadn’t intended to kill him, he knew that he couldn’t pull his punches with an opponent that dangerous, not while there were imperiused muggles kept about as laborers. He couldn’t bring himself to feel too guilty about the monster’s death anyway, given that he’d have been kissed if captured anyway.

“Finally,” he murmured to himself.

“All done?” Tonks asked, happening to have walked by as he spoke.

“Yes,” Harry said, rolling up the parchment. “I just need to get this to Williamson, and I’m good to go.”

“Let me take it,” Tonks said.

“I know the ministry’s a labyrinthine nightmare, but his office isn’t that far,” Harry said.

“Your gorgeous little wife is waiting at home for you, Harry,” Tonks said. “There’s something she needs to talk to you about as well.”

Harry’s good cheer faded at that. “What’s going on?”

“It’s not my place to say, but it’s nothing bad,” Tonks said reassuringly.

“Is this regarding the...situation?” Harry asked, wincing at his poor attempt at subtlety.

“Like I say, talk to Ginny,” Tonks said, holding out her hand to take the scroll.

“Alright,” Harry said, handing his report over. “See you, Tonks.”

“Night, Harry,” Tonks said, turning to go.

Harry furrowed his brow at the odd conversation, but ultimately just shook his head and made his way to the elevator. As he pressed the button for the floor that the public floo ports were on, his mind wandered to the reason things had been rather tense in his extended family lately.

“There we are,” Molly said as the last of the massive feast she had prepared settled on the table. Sitting across from Arthur, she smiled beatifically at the full assembly of her large family, saying, “I know it’s been a few years, but I still can’t believe our good fortune. Through that entire long, terrible time, we all survived, and it warms my heart to see you all thriving so.”

It truly was everyone for once, as not only was Ginny available just then, but Charlie had decided to stay in Britain for a while longer. After nearly losing an arm working in Romania, he had returned to the country to recuperate and had become rather despondent at the idea that he might have to leave his profession and his beloved dragons.

Tonks was similarly depressed, still mourning the loss of her husband a couple years after the fact, and the two exes had reconnected. Their relationship back in school hadn’t worked out, and though it had ended amicably enough, they had drifted far apart. The years had matured them into different people than they were back then, however, and they found that they worked together far better than they did before. Within a year, they were married, and Teddy had a new stepdad, one who found a less dangerous job at a smaller dragon reserve in Wales, looking after the generally calmer and gentler Welsh Greens.

Aside from them, there were Bill and Fleur, Percy and Audrey, George and Angelina, Ron and Hermione, and of course, himself and Ginny. Fred had even brought his new girlfriend Chiara along, a pretty witch who went to school with Charlie and Tonks and suffered from lycanthropy. The twins had hired her to work around the shop at Tonk’s request a few months ago, and it seemed that she and Fred had hit it off. Harry could tell that Molly was a little perturbed by the idea of her son dating a werewolf, but she had done her best to keep it to herself.

He had gotten pretty good at noticing things, an essential trait for an auror, and just as he knew that Molly wasn’t entirely comfortable with the silver-haired beauty, he could also tell that something was really bothering Bill and Fleur.

“So, Ginny, Angelina, how go things with the Harpies?” Arthur asked as they began digging into the meal.

“Fantastic,” Ginny said, smiling widely.

“I think we have a genuine shot at the League Cup this year,” her fellow chaser added.

“That would be wonderful,” Arthur said approvingly.

“I wouldn’t count out the Cannons this year,” Ron said warningly.

“Ron, the last time the Cannons won the cup, Dumbledore was still a month away from starting at Hogwarts,” Ginny scoffed.

“It’s been a long and very painful drought, but with Turner as their new seeker, I think they’re going to surprise a lot of people this year,” Ron argued.

Harry doubted it, as, for as good a seeker as Blake Turner was, it had also been a couple years since he had any real success. That was part of the reason why the cash-strapped nightmare of a team was able to afford him at all. They had spent half of their salary cap on three chasers who, while impressive, couldn’t score enough to make up for the sad fact that their keeper was bloody useless. With subpar beaters as well, unless Turner went on a miracle run this year, they were likely as screwed as they were any other year.

“Mmm, Merlin, this duck is fantastic, Mum,” Percy said.

“Thank you, dear,” Molly said, smiling. “Is there anything new with you?”

“Not really,” Percy replied. “We finished calculating what it will cost to refit the Hogwarts Express last week, so until the Wizengamot gets around to arguing about it, I won’t have anything more to do on that front. I got my almost annual request to legalize flying carpets out of the way as well, so I don’t need to think about that.”

“Why are they illegal?” Chiara asked.

“Because the major broom manufacturers have managed to lobby the ministry to keep it that way for ages,” Angelina said.

“That’s not all of it,” Hermione said.

“Hermione’s right,” Percy said. “Broom manufacturers are a factor; I won’t deny that, but the problem is that flying carpets are too comfortable.”

“Too comfortable?” Harry asked.

“Like I say, I get a request or two to change the regulations every bloody year, so I actually looked into the records,” Percy said. “There were a number of incidents of people doing mindbogglingly stupid things on the carpets, such as trying to cook or...um...partake in intimate acts, and getting themselves harmed or killed in the process.”

“You need to focus more on a broom, so for all the dangerous things one can do on one, it’s never been enough of a problem for the government to get involved,” Hermione added. “After one particularly nervy couple crashed their carpet into the grounds of Buckingham Palace in the early fifties, they were banned outright.”

“I laughed so hard I cried when Percy told me that story the first time,” Audrey giggled.

“I can’t imagine that the queen was amused,” Chiara laughed.

“Her majesty was in Africa at the time,” Hermione said, “and still a princess then. This was just before the death of George VI, and when the Minister for Magic showed up to apologize for the incident later on, he was unable to make the meeting. His mother, Queen Mary, apparently did it for him, and by the end of the meeting, the minister reportedly said that he would have rather met with a dementor than the dowager queen. Within the week the ban was in effect.”

The entire table laughed at that, though Bill and Fleur’s laughter felt forced.

“Wait, who all among the royal family knows about magic?” Fred asked.

“Just like the current prime minister, the current reigning monarch is informed about the existence of magic,” Hermione explained. “The sovereign, has the discretionary power to inform their spouse, their heir, or both, though they don’t always. George IV already knew about magic before his reign began, and during the regency, he could have informed his wife, Princess Caroline, but didn’t, as he couldn’t stand her. Queen Victoria also famously didn’t inform her heir at all, and King Edward VII only learned about us after her death.”

The dinner proceeded from there, and Molly’s cooking was as wonderful as ever, but Harry continued to take note of the oddly subdued couple. His auror instincts were screaming that something was wrong, and he noticed Bill look as though he were about to say something more than once, only to remain quiet. Fleur kept shooting him displeased looks as well.

After a while, Arthur noticed the strange behavior as well and said, “Bill, Fleur, you’ve both been rather quiet tonight. Is everything alright at Gringotts?”

“Gringotts is fine,” Bill said.

“There is something that we need to talk about,” Fleur said, giving Bill a pointed look. Her accent had faded quite a bit since they first met, and only H sounds still eluded her.

Bill sighed and said, “Fleur and I have been trying to have a baby.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Molly exclaimed, only to falter when the two of them looked stricken. “These things can take time, you know.”

“We’ve been trying for over a year,” Fleur said. “Eventually, we decided to consult a ‘ealer about it and we got the test results today.”

“In effect, I’m cursed,” Bill said, swallowing hard.

The entire table erupted in a mix of disbelief and sympathy.

“Was it Greyback?” Chiara asked softly.

“No,” Bill said. “It has nothing to do with that, and the healers don’t think it was anything that I sustained.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked, confused.

“The ‘ealer seemed to think that the curse was something that Bill inherited,” Fleur said, and Molly let out a sudden cry.

Turning to look at the family matriarch, Harry grew concerned as he watched her turn deathly pale before his eyes.

“That’s...that’s not...it can’t…” she stammered.

“Merlin, no,” Arthur said, burying his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“Mum, Dad, you’re starting to scare me,” Ginny said.

Arthur recovered first and said, “When your mother and I were in school, she got in a fight with Bellatrix Lestrange, or Black then. I don’t even remember what it was over, but tempers flared, wands were drawn, and by the time the professors broke it up, spells had been exchanged.”

“It’s not possible!” Molly thundered, looking like she was on the verge of tears. “We dealt with it. We…”

She started crying then, and Arthur rushed over to comfort her while everyone else stood up.

“I didn’t realize that you were in school together,” Harry said once the older couple had calmed enough to speak again.

“She was a year behind me,” Molly said, “and a vicious little bitch before she was even sorted.”

The lot of them balked at her swearing, something that she never did. Harry knew that she had killed Bellatrix during the final battle, but he had no idea that they had any personal history.

“By the time we realized that something was wrong, too much time had passed to prove that it was her, but your mother had been cursed,” Arthur said, looking at Bill. “We couldn’t have children.”

“But I was born less than a year and a half after you got married,” Bill said.

“We wanted to get started on a family early on,” Arthur said, “and when a few months passed without anything, we turned to a healer we were friends with who managed to identify the problem.”

“Bellatrix hit you with something that…” Hermione went to say, looking horrified.

“Vicious, like I said,” Molly spat. “We found a way to undo it, a ritual that could reverse the curse and ensure that we could have children. There was a warning in it that our children could have trouble having children of their own, but so long as we made sure that we had both a son and a daughter, it would be fine.”

“Wait, is that why there are so many of us?” Ron asked.

“We had to make sure that we met the conditions of the ritual,” Molly said, “but we did. Once Ginny was born, you were all supposed to be safe!”

“Do you still have the book that you found that ritual in?” Hermione asked. “I would like to look over it.”

“It has to be around here somewhere,” Molly said. Turning to Bill and Fleur, she said, “We’ll find a way to fix this.”

If the horrified couple heard her mutter, “We have to,” under her breath, they didn’t respond.

That had been a couple months ago, and, as far as Harry knew, aside from confirming that Ginny was perfectly healthy and fertile, no progress had been made. He knew that Hermione was researching it, though, and after all these years, he knew that when she put her mind to finding a solution to a problem, she usually found one.

*****

“What’s taking him so long?” Bill asked peevishly.

“Tonks said that he was involved in a scrape with one of the last death eaters,” Ginny said. When Bill and Fleur both looked concerned, she added, “He’s fine, but he had to write up a report on it, and that can take a while.”

“Maybe we should come back another night,” Bill said.

“We ‘ave nothing else to do tonight,” Fleur said. “If you are ‘aving second thoughts, then…”

“I have nothing but second thoughts,” Bill said. Sighing, he said, “I know how much this means to you, though, and I do want children. It’s just...none of this is easy.”

“I love you, mon amour,” Fleur said, kissing Bill softly. “Thank you so much for this.”

Bill looked pained as he wrapped his arms around her, and Ginny felt her heart lurch. She hated seeing her brothers suffer and wished that there was something that she could do for them. Something other than what they had discussed so far, anyway.

Several days after that painful family dinner, Hermione called everyone who could come over to her and Ron’s place to explain what she had found. Most had been busy, but Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Angelina, and Ginny were able to make it.

“The warning in the book was more callously written than you realized,” Hermione explained, holding it together mostly because she had come to this conclusion the day before and had some time to process it. “It warns that after using the fertility ritual, your children might have difficulty giving you grandchildren, and that to ensure that your line continues, you must have both a son and a daughter. I don’t think they meant that doing so would ensure that all of your children could have children of their own, but rather that the side effects would not hit both your son and your daughter.”

“But that…” Fleur said, looking over at Bill in horror.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry!” Molly exclaimed, bursting into tears.

“If you hadn’t used the ritual, none of us would be here,” Charlie said, taking it better than Bill or Ron, who both looked ashen-faced.

“Wait, what if they just use the same ritual?” Ginny asked.

“It warns that it shouldn’t be used by successive generations,” Hermione said. “Apparently the effects get worse with each one.”

“It would be no use anyway,” Fleur sniffled. “Veela ‘ave only daughters, and I would not do zis to my daughters knowingly.”

“Have you considered adopting?” Angelina asked, “Because, while I haven’t spoken to George about it yet, I think that might be the best option we have.”

“Adoptions in magical Britain are difficult,” Bill replied. “It’s illegal to adopt non-magical children, and magical orphans with no family at all left are rare. With the war ended and most of the death eaters gone, it’s become even rarer than it was. Inheritance laws are also rather strict about who you can leave most of your estate to.”

“I had thought about that,” Hermione said, “and came to the same conclusion, but I think we do have one option.”

“What?” Fleur asked.

“I looked over my marriage contract,” Hermione said. “It was a standard contract without any alterations, and I assume that the rest of us have the same thing, right?”

“Yes,” Bill said.

“Altering it at all is rare and costly, as a magical barrister has to make sure that the clauses are in line with our laws,” Arthur said. “To my knowledge, none of you even asked about it.”

“Good,” Hermione said. “There is a clause in the contract that stipulates that, in the event that Ron cannot provide me with children, I could turn to a brother of his.”

“Hermione, what the hell?!” Ron exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

“Ronald, I don’t mean that physically,” Hermione said, trying to calm him.

“Whatever you have in mind, it’s not like that would help,” Bill said. “We’re all in the same boat.”

“I know,” Hermione said, “but not everyone considered a brother by the terms of the contract is.”

“Harry?” Ginny asked, her eyes widening as she realized what Hermione was saying.

“The muggles have something that I think could help us,” Hermione said. “It’s often used to assist couples who have trouble conceiving naturally. Samples of the man’s sperm and the woman’s egg are taken and mixed together outside of their bodies before being implanted in the womb…”

“It won’t work,” Fleur said.

“What?” Hermione asked.

“I know of in vitro fertilization,” Fleur said. “One of my cousins on my father’s side is married to a muggle man who suggested it when I mentioned the difficulty that Bill and I were ‘aving. I looked into it and learned that it does not work for witches and wizards. Magic is a part of our being and our children can only be conceived in a magical environment. No attempt to make a magical child in a petri dish ‘as ever worked.”

“But...but I was so sure,” Hermione said, looking utterly crestfallen. She started crying, and Ron rushed to comfort her.

Ginny shuddered at the memory and was about to say something when the fireplace lit up green and Harry stumbled out. He still sucked at magical travel, but the little bar they had installed just by the fireplace helped. He caught it and righted himself before he could hit the floor.

“Sorry I’m late, love,” Harry said, sweeping her into his arms. Despite how she was feeling a moment earlier, she shivered at his touch and melted into his embrace. “Tonks said that you needed to ta...oh, hello Bill, Fleur.”

“‘Arry,” Fleur said, looking nervous.

“Um, what’s going on?” Harry asked, turning back to Ginny.

“There’s something that we need to discuss,” Ginny said.

“I’m going to guess that this is regarding the curse,” Harry said.

“Oui,” Fleur replied. “We ‘ave a solution of sorts and need your ‘elp.”

“How could I help?” Harry asked, confused. “Hermione’s the genius, and Bill’s the curse breaker in the family.”

“Believe me, I wish this one could be broken more than you can imagine,” Bill said, speaking for the first time since he arrived. “Hermione’s done extensive research into it, and the consequences of the ritual Mum used cannot be fixed.”

“Shit,” Harry said, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry. If there’s nothing that can be done, then what was this solution?”

“Under our marriage contracts, there’s a clause that states that, in the event that...er, in a situation like this, the wife can turn to her husband’s brother and have a child with him,” Ginny said.

“That’s...but…” Harry tried and failed to say. “How would that even help, though? All of you have the same curse.”

“Brother or brother-in-law,” Fleur said, her bright blue eyes gleaming with hope as she stared at him.

“What?” Harry asked.

The three of them awkwardly tried to explain how Hermione had come up with this, initially thinking that there might be a less physical way for them to have children, only to learn that nothing else would work, but Harry barely heard any of it. Eventually, he just excused himself and practically dragged Ginny off to another room, which he quickly silenced.

“I’m tempted to point this at you and ask you something only you would know,” Harry said.

“The first time we kissed, we were in the Room of Requirement,” Ginny said.

“Okay,” Harry said, putting his wand back in its holster. “It would be difficult for anyone else to know that.”

“The first time I saw your cock, I compared it to the basilisk,” Ginny grinned, “and you said, ‘can’t be. Basilisks are terrified of cocks.’”

“Somehow you still slept with me after that shitty joke,” Harry chuckled.

“I had seen your cock,” Ginny said, making him smile, though it quickly faded.

“How are you okay with this?” Harry asked. “You called Fleur Phlegm when she first started dating Bill because you couldn’t stand the idea of her being with your favorite brother. Now you’re willing to let her sleep with your husband?”

“I was an immature and insecure little girl then,” Ginny said, “and Fleur’s a fucking goddess. Having her around was…”

Harry kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. “You’re my goddess.”

Ginny beamed at him and buried her face in his chest.

“I do have some reservations about this,” she said, “but my big brother is suffering, and I can’t just stand by and do nothing when I could help.”

“Are there no other options?” Harry asked.

“Adoption can be a nightmare, and nothing else will work,” Ginny said. “Even if Fleur wanted to leave him over this, magical marriage contracts are unbreakable. They also charm the wife to ensure that only her husband’s sperm can get her pregnant. Fleur could sleep with half of Europe, and it wouldn’t change a thing.”

“But it will work if she sleeps with me,” Harry said.

“The brother clause in the contract is apparently common,” Ginny said. “Hermione figures that some lord who was selling his daughter off wanted to make absolutely sure that her child would inherit the other family’s wealth, even if the family’s heir couldn’t make one.”

“It’ll be pretty weird,” Harry said.

“Yes, I’m sure that every man who’s ever slept with a veela has found the experience weird,” Ginny said sarcastically. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’ve never pictured Fleur naked.”

“I am a man, love,” Harry said. “I’m just worried that, no matter how willing you might think you are now, you’ll come to resent me for this down the line.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Ginny said, biting her lower lip in a way that she only ever did when she was nervous.

“You can tell me anything,” Harry said.

“I’ve been thinking about bringing another woman into our bed for a while,” Ginny said, and Harry felt his cock throb in his pants.

“What?” he asked.

“Being a Harpy and regularly showering with some of the most gorgeous women in the country has made me realize a few things about myself,” Ginny said.

“I was starting to wonder,” Harry admitted. “You have been quite descriptive when talking about your teammates’ beauty.”

“They’re just so bloody fit, the lot of them,” Ginny murmured.

“What really made me wonder was last week when we popped over to muggle London and that woman walked by wearing a mesh top that barely covered her nipples,” Harry said.

“I can’t believe you can legally wear something like that in public,” Ginny said, her face reddening slightly.

“I looked over at you to see if you’d caught me staring only to catch you,” Harry continued, chuckling as she got redder. “So, um, should I worry?”

“Did it seem like you had anything to worry about last night?” Ginny purred, reaching up to kiss him. “Discovering that I find women attractive hasn’t changed the way I feel about you, Harry.”

Harry let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. The main reason he hadn’t brought up the change he’d noticed in his wife was his fear that he might not like what he learned. It was only after that little bit a reassurance that it finally dawned on him what going through with this mad scheme would mean.

“Wait, so if we did this, we’d be having a threesome with Fleur?” he asked.

“I see you like that idea,” Ginny purred, cupping his throbbing length through his robes.

“If that’s what you’re aiming for, then what reservations do you have?” Harry asked. “I figured it was just jealousy.”

“Harry, you’re extraordinary in bed,” Ginny said, her chocolate brown eyes darkening as she shuddered in lust. “To be honest, I’m more worried about Fleur ending up as obsessed with you as I am than anything else.”

“You make it sound like my penis has magic powers,” Harry said wryly.

“Your tongue does,” Ginny purred.

“You might be overstating my talents just a bit,” Harry chuckled. “Parseltongue aside, I’m just a normal bloke.”

“You’re about twice a normal bloke, Harry,” Ginny smirked, “and your stamina is endless. It’s honestly a wonder I can even walk most mornings.”

“I think it has more to do with how well I know you,” Harry said, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I know every inch of your body like the back of my hand. I know how you like to be kissed, how you like to be made love to when you’ve had a long day, and how you like to be fucked when you’re absolutely gagging for it. I know how to nibble your earlobe just the right way to make you moan like a whore.”

He nibbled on her sensitive lobe, and she cried out in delight.

“Just like that,” Harry said, his green eyes dark with lust as he stared down into her chocolate ones. “I even know which muscles need massaging when you’re feeling really tense. I could write a doctoral thesis on your gorgeous little body, my love. I’m not going to have any of that with Fleur.”

“Then we’ll just have to explore her together,” Ginny said, shivering.

“You’re the sexiest creature on Earth,” Harry groaned. “I’ve been mad about you ever since I caught that glimpse of you rushing back to your room wearing nothing but a towel before sixth year.”

“I still wish I’d let it drop,” Ginny giggled.

“You didn’t know I was there,” Harry said.

“No, but if I did...” Ginny said, smirking. “If you’re willing to give my brother and sister-in-law the child they want, then we should go tell them.”

“Lead the way,” Harry said, smacking her tight, round arse as she turned around.

Gasping in delight, Ginny left the room, swaying her hips deliberately as she did. After taking a moment to think of his aunt and uncle to help rid himself of his erection, Harry dispelled his silencing charm and followed Ginny out. As he entered the living room of their home, he saw that Bill was already on his feet.

“Harry and I talked and...” Ginny tried to say.

“Will you do it?” Bill asked, looking him in the eye. When Harry nodded, he said, “Then I really don’t need to know the details.”

The struggle on his face was clear, and Harry sympathized with his plight, though he really couldn’t fathom it. He looked resigned to his fate, and Harry wondered just how many times he and Fleur had discussed this before he agreed.

“I’m leaving for a two week trip to Egypt now,” Bill said. “With any luck, we’ll all have good news by the time I return.”

“I’ll write to you if anything changes,” Fleur said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bill said, kissing her goodbye.

Once he disappeared, Fleur sighed and sat back down.

“We will need to work out a schedule, I suppose,” she said, sounding tired more than anything. “Ginny, we could use your training schedule, I suppose. That way…”

“Actually, Fleur,” Ginny said. “Harry and I decided that, while you two are making my future nieces, it would be best if I were there.”

“Oh,” Fleur said, her perfectly sculpted brows shooting towards her hairline. “I did not expect that. Is this something you two ‘ave done before? The threesome, I mean, not the attempt to conceive.”

“No,” Ginny replied. “Have you before?”

“Oui,” Fleur replied. “I would give details, but it involves your brother and a cousin of mine, so…”

“Got it,” Ginny said, making Fleur smile despite her lingering mood.

“You two ‘ave only been with each other before, non?” Fleur asked.

“Yes,” Harry said.

“Discounting a couple five-second handjobs, yes,” Ginny said.

“Threesomes aren’t that much more complicated,” Fleur said. “Whenever you ‘ave time, we could begin.”

“Is Bill leaving right away?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Fleur said. “He had already packed before we left and planned to go back home, pick up ‘is things, and go use the international portkey.”

“In that case, we could begin tonight,” Harry said.

“Tonight?” Fleur asked.

“Why wait?” Ginny asked, clearly trying to sound more sure of herself than she was.

“I must say that I didn’t expect this of you, Ginny,” Fleur said. “When “Ermione made clear that my only ‘ope for children was to turn to ‘Arry, I expected to ‘ave to beg. Even then, I feared.”

“Bill wants to be a dad, and he wants you to be happy,” Ginny said, “and I’ve seen how happy being a father to Teddy has made Charlie.”

“Marrying a widow with children must be one of the few ways that you can adopt in magical Britain,” Harry murmured.

“Not an option we ‘ave,” Fleur said.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Ginny asked.

“That might be a good idea,” Fleur said, smiling gratefully.

Ginny summoned a bottle of white wine from the cellar and chilled it as Harry summoned three glasses. Once the glasses were poured, the three of them sat down and drank, letting the alcohol soothe their nerves. This was new territory for all of them, and Harry was glad that Ginny thought of getting them something to drink.

“As much as I love Bill, I would be lying if I said that I ‘adn’t been the least bit curious about you, ‘Arry,” Fleur said.

“Really?” Harry asked in surprise.

“Ginny ‘as been most descriptive about your prowess,” Fleur said, and Ginny squeaked.

“Fleur!” she cried as Harry looked at her in shock.

“Women talk, mon cheri,” Fleur said, giggling at Ginny’s indignant reaction.

“I...we go out for drinks now and then,” Ginny said. “Usually myself, Angie, Hermione, and Fleur. Audrey too, if she’s free. I don’t much care to hear about my brothers in that way, so I usually end up being the one entertaining.”

“You…” Harry sputtered. “You’ve told Hermione about the things we do in bed? Wait, is that we she was so red-faced last weekend after you lot went out together?”

“Ginny ‘ad told us about the thing you did for ‘er last birthday,” Fleur said, grinning wickedly. “I must say, an entire day of giving her free use of your tongue whenever she wanted was inspired.”

Ginny, by that point, looked thoroughly embarrassed and was just staring at the blonde in shock and betrayal.

“Oh, relax, Ginny,” Fleur chuckled. “It is not as if men don’t talk about sex, right?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Harry said. “My best mate is her brother.”

“Ah, that would make it awkward, I suppose,” Fleur said. “Still, ‘er stories did, as I said, fuel my curiosity.”

“Well,” Harry said, finishing his glass of wine and enjoying the warmth and calm that filled him. “I can satisfy that if you like.”

“If ‘alf of what your loving wife ‘as told us all about you is true, that is the least of what you can satisfy,” Fleur purred, downing the rest of her glass and climbing into his lap.

Harry had fantasized about her off and on since he was fourteen, but he never imagined that anything could come of it. Suddenly, with a lap full of horny Veela, he could only stare in wonder as she leaned in to kiss him. She tasted of wine and something he couldn’t place but knew he wanted more of. When she pushed her tongue past his lips, he didn’t hesitate for a moment to massage it with his own.

“Oh Merlin,” Ginny gasped as she watched her husband and the most beautiful woman she’d ever met make out. Any lingering fear she might have had that she might grow jealous disappeared as she felt nothing but excitement and a blooming heat in her core.

Fleur moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss passionately and started grinding herself on his rock-hard length. As she pulled back for air, a strand of saliva connected their mouths for a moment longer before breaking.

“Mon Dieu,” she gasped. “I honestly thought Ginny was exaggerating, but you feel huge.”

“I wouldn’t exaggerate about something like that,” Ginny said as she joined them.

Looking over at the redhead, Fleur’s eyes grew misty, and she said, “I cannot thank you enough for this, Ginny. I ‘ave wanted to be a mother for so long.”

“You will be,” Ginny said, cupping the blonde’s cheek and smiling. “I promise.”

Fleur reached out and pulled her face down to kiss her. Harry’s eyes widened, and he groaned at the sight of his sexy wife kissing another woman for the first time, but that was drowned out by Ginny’s moan as she deepened the kiss. He and Ginny had a very active, often exhausting sex life, and yet he didn’t know if he had ever been more turned on than he was in that moment.

“We should...mmm,” Fleur tried to say before Ginny kissed her again. Harry leaned in and kissed her neck, making her moan loudly. “We should move this upstairs.”

Ginny’s eyes were nearly black with lust, and she looked like she’d much rather continue where they were, but as Harry stood up, helping Fleur to her feet, that seemed to break her out of her trance, and she flushed.

“So, ‘ow long ‘ave you known you were bisexual?” Fleur asked.

“It’s a recent development,” Ginny replied awkwardly.

“Mmm,” Fleur sighed, cupping her cheek. “A very nice one.”

Harry pulled Ginny in for a kiss, while Fleur kneaded her arse and kissed her neck. The three of them continued their frenzied little three-way make-out session as they rushed upstairs, leaving a trail of clothing along the way. By the time they reached the bedroom, Ginny was naked, having foregone underwear that day; Fleur was in her bra and panties; and Harry had only his boxers left, against which his throbbing length pressed insistently.

“Fuck me,” Fleur gasped as she caught sight of it. “Ginny, you take that beast?”

“As often as I can,” Ginny purred, grabbing the waistband of her boxers and pulling them down to let his cock spring forth freely.

“Every inch, too,” Harry said, his voice low and rumbling. “She’s such a good girl.”

Ginny whimpered and started gently stroking his length.

“Suddenly all of your anal stories are much more impressive,” Fleur said, still gawking.

“I knew from the moment I laid eyes on this beast of his that I couldn’t rest until I had taken every inch of it in all three of my holes,” Ginny purred, “and you both know what I can be like when I’m determined.”

“I’ve helped heal enough broken bones to know very well,” Harry said dryly.

“Are you of all people seriously giving me shit about injuries?” Ginny asked, laughing. Turning to Fleur, she said, “You know, for all the things he and I have done together, there’s one that I’ve never been able to, which I think you could.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked before Fleur could.

“I know you’ve said countless times that you love my tits, but I’ve always wished that I had enough to wrap around your cock,” Ginny said.

“Ah,” Fleur said, reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.

Harry and Ginny both watched with baited breath as the garment fell and unveiled the blonde’s large, full breasts. They sat quite high on her chest for their size and weight and were capped with large, pale pink nipples. Ginny’s breasts had always been small, so much so that she often didn’t wear a bra at all, and though her areolas were small, her nipples were slightly oversized. Harry had spent countless hours through the years sucking and nibbling on the sensitive peaks, and while Fleur’s breasts were certainly larger and utterly gorgeous, he couldn’t say that either pair was better.

“Mmm, they’re beautiful,” Ginny sighed.

“So are yours,” Fleur purred, pushing her panties down and letting them slide along her flawless legs to join her bra on the floor.

Harry and Ginny walked towards her, and, moving as one, each cupped one of Fleur’s breasts.

“Merlin’s balls, they’re actually heavy,” Ginny said, feeling their weight. “Do they hurt your back?”

“I exercise religiously, as you know, so I ‘ave never ‘ad to deal with back pain from them,” Fleur replied, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of her sensitive mounds caressed and kneaded.

“Huh,” Ginny murmured. “I always thought that was a benefit of having tits as small as mine.”

“Your breasts are lovely, Ginny,” Fleur said, cupping one of her small mounds and teasing the sizable nipple with her forefinger and thumb.

“So I’ve always told her,” Harry said, kissing Ginny’s cheek and reaching down to grab her ass. “Her arse is utterly fantastic too.”

“So firm,” Fleur said as she joined him in feeling up the gorgeous redhead.

Harry started to smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and his mouth watered as Ginny whimpered.

“Get ‘Arry nice and slick for me, and I will give ‘im the titjob you mentioned,” Fleur said.

Ginny shuddered and sank to her knees, taking his cock in hand and licking it from base to tip.

“Fuck me!” Harry groaned as she stretched her lips around his bulbous tip and started bobbing up and down on it. With practiced ease, she took him deeper and deeper each time, and quickly she opened her throat to take him to the base.

“Wow,” Fleur said, sounding deeply impressed. “Does she ‘ave no gag reflex at all?”

“Gak, gak gak,” Ginny audibly gagged on his cock, to his delight.

“Fucking hell, you could suck the charms off of a broom, luv,” Harry groaned, his eyes nearly crossing in pleasure. Turning to Fleur, he said, “Long since trained away.”

With an audible pop, his cock slipped from her lips. and Ginny looked supremely pleased with herself as she turned to Fleur and asked, “Is that slick enough?”

“Just about,” Fleur said, lowering herself to the ground and kissing her.

The two made out for a long moment with their faces just inches from his cock, and Harry was glad that he was as experienced as he was. The green boy he’d once been would have fired off at the sight alone and coated their faces in cum. He groaned at the image.

“‘Ere you go,” Fleur said after she broke the kiss and moved her breasts to either side of his cock. “Just let me know if you feel like you’re going to cum. My face is not where I need that tonight.”

“No worries,” Harry sighed, enjoying the warmth and softness that enveloped his cock.

It couldn’t compare to a woman’s mouth, pussy, or arse, but Harry had to admit that being stroked off with her gorgeous breasts felt wonderful in its own way. The sight of his cock poking through to her face over and over again certainly helped in that regard, and when he felt her pillowy lips wrap around his bulbous head, he groaned.

“I thought you wanted his cum in your beautiful little pussy,” Ginny giggled.

“Mmm, ‘is cock is just so tempting, though,” Fleur purred. “I can see why you are so ‘appy, Ginny.”

“You haven’t even felt his tongue yet,” Ginny said, “something that I’d strongly suggest you do before trying to take this monster.”

“I am already wet, but I would not say no,” Fleur said, standing up and sauntering over to the bed.

She sat down on the edge and spread her legs wide, giving them a perfect view of her pussy. Her labia were small and taut, framing a cunt so slick that it was dripping down towards her arsehole.

“You must use depilation charms religiously,” Harry said, well aware of how often Ginny used the charms to stay just as hairless, to his lasting joy.

“Veela do not need such things,” Fleur said. “We never grow a single ‘air below our ‘eads.”

“Bloody lucky,” Ginny murmured.

Harry walked over to her and took one of her legs in his hand, kissing the smooth calf. He began kissing his way down along it, smirking as he heard her gasp and sigh at the intimate caresses. While he inched his way towards her pussy, Ginny climbed onto the bed and kissed Fleur again. Harry never would have imagined that Ginny would be willing to do something like this, and his cock throbbed almost painfully at the sight.

“Fucking hell, you’re so bloody hot,” Ginny moaned as she kissed her way down along the slender column of the other woman’s neck.

“Mmm, so are...ahh...you,” Fleur cried as the redhead reached her pulse point.

Harry inhaled the heady scent of Fleur’s arousal and groaned before giving her cunt a single long, probing lick. Fleur gasped and grabbed his head, grazing his scalp with her long nails as he started eating her out. Looking up at her, he saw Ginny reach Fleur’s breasts just as he pushed his long, dexterous tongue inside her quivering hole to taste her directly.

“Oh fuck, just like that, Ginny,” Fleur whimpered as Ginny took one of her pebbled nipples between her lips. “‘Igher, ‘Arry, please!”

Harry chuckled and continued to slowly tease her labia with his lips and tongue, only moving near her clit occasionally and never actually touching the little nub. Fleur squirmed, whimpered, and moaned as he and Ginny continued to pleasure her slowly. Her allure began to flare after a while and while, neither of them were reduced to drooling idiots by it, it did add to their arousal.

“Damn it!” Fleur cried out in frustration when he inched towards her clit again before returning lower.

“I think you’ve tortured her enough, Harry,” Ginny giggled, her face still buried in Fleur’s amazing tits. “Make her cum.”

“Is that true, Fleur?” Harry asked teasingly. “Have you had enough?”

“If you don’t make me cum, I swear I’m going to FUCK!” Fleur squealed at the top of her lungs as he vibrated his tongue against her throbbing clit.

Her thick thighs clamped down around his head and held him in place, not that he wanted to move in the slightest as her fluids splashed against his mouth, and he drank them down eagerly. One orgasm led to another, and she writhed on the bed, screaming in ecstasy, until finally he relented and she collapsed in a heap. Her sweat-covered form twitched and shook as she panted for breath and stared blankly at nothing. Ginny was on him in an instant, kissing him deeply and moaning at the taste of Fleur’s pussy on his tongue.

“Fuck, if I wasn’t still sore, I’d mount you right here,” she murmured against him as she broke the kiss for air.

“Incroyable,” Fleur panted, looking and sounding dazed.

“I daresay she enjoyed that,” Harry chuckled, feeling proud of himself.

“Fuck me,” Fleur said once she’d caught her breath.

“His tongue is fucking amazing, isn’t it?” Ginny cooed.

“Oui, but that was not what I meant,” Fleur said. “‘Arry, stick that beater’s bat of a cock inside me and fuck me until I’m pregnant.”

“There’s no guarantee that will happen the first time,” Harry pointed out.

“Then we’ll just ‘ave to keep at it,” Fleur smirked. “Ginny, I can practically feel the arousal coming off of you in waves. Sit that gorgeous behind on my face and let me thank you for being such a good friend.”

Ginny’s eyes widened, and she shuddered. Quickly crawling over to Fleur, she hooked a leg around the other woman’s head and hovered just above her for a moment. She was so turned on that a drop of her fluids fell onto Fleur’s tongue, and Harry felt his cock throb when she moaned in response.

“Oh fuck!” Ginny cried out as she felt Fleur’s tongue squirm through her fleshy folds.

The look of pleasure on his wife’s face as another beautiful woman ate her out all while he prepared to fuck and breed that woman left Harry harder than he’d ever been in his life. He had developed some pretty great stamina over the years, but he doubted that he was going to last very long this time as he lined himself up with Fleur’s absolute furnace of a cunt. With a groan of delight, he pushed inside, spearing her deep in one long thrust. He vaguely thought that he heard Fleur scream something in French as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, but he was far too focused on how bloody amazing she felt.

“How does she...ahhh...feel?” Ginny asked, her body already going taut as she raced towards her orgasm under Fleur’s masterful tongue.

“Fucking incredible,” Harry said. “So bloody tight, and yet she took me in with ease.”

Fleur pushed Ginny up enough to speak and said, “Ease is not the word I would use. You feel like a damn centaur.”

“Is that a complaint?” Harry asked, amused.

“My only complaint is that you are not fucking me already,” Fleur said haughtily, wrapping her long legs around his waist as she pulled Ginny back down onto her eager mouth.

Harry pulled several inches of his thick cock from her depths and thrust back inside, moaning at the feeling of her tight walls milking him. Ginny had always felt delightfully tight and hot around his cock, and while Fleur wasn’t really any tighter than her, she did feel somehow hotter. He wondered if Veela just ran a few degrees warmer than humans.

“Oh fuck, right there, right there, gah!” Ginny cried, her face screwed up in pleasure.

“I take it she’s good?” Harry chuckled as he worked up to a steady pace.

“So good,” Ginny panted. “You must have been popular with your dormmates back in Beauxbatons.”

Fleur’s laugh was smothered by Ginny’s pussy.

Harry picked up his pace, fucking the gorgeous blonde harder and faster as he chased his release. Wanting her to cum again, he started gently stroking her clit and changed his angle slightly to try and find a more sensitive spot. Fleur began to flutter around his length, and he figured that she was getting close when a piercing shriek echoed through the room.

“Yes, YES!” Ginny screamed, her whole body shaking as her orgasm hit hard.

Fleur tightened her grip on the smaller woman’s hips as she writhed and convulsed on top of her, but she quickly slipped out of her hands and fell forward into Harry’s arms.

“Does she always cum that explosively?” Fleur asked, wiping her drenched face clean with the sheets.

“Only when she’s really pent up, which she really shouldn’t be considering how we went at it last night,” Harry said.

“Sharing you must be one hell of a kink for ‘er,” Fleur said.

“So...good,” Ginny panted, still shivering in his arms as her orgasm ended.

Harry carefully helped her over beside the two of them, where she laid down on her back and stared at the ceiling, grinning from ear to ear.

“Now then, where were we?” Fleur asked, grinning lasciviously up at him.

Harry returned her grin and started fucking her again, harder than before.

“Oui!” Fleur cried, grabbing the sheets behind her head. “Just like that! Fuck me ‘ard and cum deep inside my aching, empty womb!”

“I’ll fuck you alright,” Harry groaned, changing his angle again as he searched for a spot deep inside her. “I went to the healers when we learned about all of this, just to make sure that I was able to have kids.”

“What did they...oh fuck...say?” Fleur cried.

“That if Ginny and I weren’t careful, we’d have our own quidditch team before long,” Harry replied. “Apparently, I’m more virile than most.”

“Then cum inside me, ‘Arry,” Fleur moaned. “Make me a mother!”

“I’ll fuck you as often as I need to,” Harry groaned, “and give you as many babies as you want. One, two, a dozen…”

“OUI!” Fleur shrieked, clenching her eyes shut as the pressure inside her core grew immense.

Harry’s hips were a blur as he pounded her hard. Her gorgeous breasts jiggled and rolled across her chest with his every brutal thrust.

“I’m going to breed you, Fleur,” Harry growled in her ear as she started raking her nails down his back. “I’m going to give you perfect Veela babies.”

“Fucking do it! I…” Fleur cut herself off as Harry finally found the spot deep inside her that he had been searching for. As he felt the head of his cock slip inside a little pocket near the very back of her tunnel, her eyes went wide, and she let out an almost avian-sounding screech as she came hard.

“Holy fuck,” Harry groaned as she got even tighter.

He had been holding on by a thread for a bit there, and when her sweltering inner walls started outright milking him hard, it was too much. Burying himself balls-deep inside her, he came with a roar, painting her womb white. The two of them writhed together in ecstasy as Ginny sat up and watched them.

She and Harry had discussed having children multiple times and while he had agreed to wait several years so that she could make the most of her career, she knew that he also really wanted children. While she was doing this primarily for Bill and Fleur, she hoped that being an uncle to the kids he was going to give Fleur would satisfy that desire in him for a while.

As Harry finished cumming, he collapsed on top of Fleur, catching himself on his forearms. Ginny ran her hand over his sweat-slicked back and urged him to roll over towards her, which, after pulling out of the gorgeous Veela, he did.

“Love you,” he murmured as she kissed him softly.

“You are...a very lucky woman...Ginny,” Fleur panted, smiling widely as she lay on her back.

“So that’s what I look like after you’ve fucked me,” Ginny murmured as she looked at the river of cum leaking from Fleur’s gaping quim. “Mind if I help clean you up?”

“You ask that as if there is the slightest chance I’ll say yes,” Fleur snickered, spreading her legs wider.

Ginny dove in and began slurping up Harry’s cum while the gorgeous blonde sighed in pleasure. Harry watched the scene, still in awe at the turn his day had taken. As he felt his cock begin to harden again, and saw the look of lust on Fleur’s face as she noticed, he figured that his night had only just begun.