A Sirius Solution Chapter 7 (Patreon)

“Fucking hell, you two,” Harry groaned as Susan and Ginny worked together to worship his cock.

With his fingers snaked into their red locks, he hissed as they began making out around the bulbous head of his thick cock, their tongues squirming around in unison. He looked around and felt his cock throb as the sights, sounds, and smells that surrounded him. On this last day before Christmas break, he was getting one last orgy in, and all of his girls were together with him in the Room of Requirement.

Daphne and Susan had required very little convincing to join in on the fun after that first time, and the gorgeous blonde was seated on a throne while a collared and leashed Lavender lapped at her sopping sex.

“Merlin’s balls, you’re good at that,” Daphne sighed, digging the fingers of one of her hands into the other blonde’s long hair while she still held the leash.

“It’s a pleasure to serve, Mistress,” Lavender purred before swirling her tongue around Daphne’s clit.

“Remind me who lost the bet again,” Hermione laughed.

She swiftly buried her face again between Parvati’s thighs. The gorgeous brunette was eating out Luna, who was eating out Padma, who was in turn eating out Hermione, while all four lay on their sides in the middle of the room.

“You do seem to have a point, Hermione,” Daphne chuckled, grinning wickedly down at Lavender. “Did you want to lose, Lavender?”

“I’d have been happy either way, Mistress,” Lavender replied. “I really did think that Madam Pomfrey would figure something out before the break. She’s never been stumped before, that I’ve heard of.”

“That’s because...oh fuck, right there...because she deals with standard fare injuries and ailments most of the time,” Daphne moaned. “Harry’s situation is quite unique.”

“She didn’t seem that enthusiastic about my satyr theory,” Luna commented, “though that might just be because Harry doesn’t have cloven feet yet.”

“I sincerely hope that I don’t actually end up like a satyr...oh fuck,” Harry groaned as Susan took him deep inside her throat. “Getting used to walking on digitigrade legs would be a huge pain in the arse.”

Susan let his cock slip from her pouty lips with an audible pop and smirked up at him, saying, “If you did, you’d end up hairy for real.”

“That’s worthy of my godfather,” Harry chuckled, giving her a deadpan stare. “Bad puns earn spankings around here.”

Susan squealed and rushed over on her hands and knees, shaking her large, round arse at him. She shrieked as he brought his hand down on her, making her fleshy cheek jiggle. Ginny spread her dewy nether lips wide, showing just how slick she was.

“I think you might like sucking his cock more than I do,” the ginger giggled.

“It’s just so much fun,” Susan sighed. “He’s so big, and it’s been such a challenge learning to swallow him. I still can’t believe that I can take it all.”

“I remember the first time I managed it,” Ginny sighed. “I was so proud.”

“I really am the luckiest man on Earth,” Harry chuckled as he lined himself up with Susan’s dripping slit.

“Fuck yes!” Daphne cried, her thighs tightening around Lavender’s head.

“Looks like your girlfriend’s having fun,” Ginny smirked.

“Lucky for her, I like to have fun too,” Susan grinned, pulling the other redhead down for a searing, hot kiss.

Harry chose that moment to push forward, burying his entire gargantuan length inside her in a single thrust. Susan shrieked into Ginny’s mouth, and she took advantage of the opportunity to push her tongue into her mouth. Her brown eyes locked onto his, and Harry could almost swear that he heard the singular thought contained in that mischievous look: “Let’s dominate this slut together.”

With a grin, he pulled most of his cock from her already fluttering depths and thrust hard, setting the sort of brutal pace that he knew she adored.

“Yes!” Susan screamed. “I love your fucking cock.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to live without it,” Lavender sighed dramatically.

“You’ll manage,” Daphne sighed, smiling widely in the aftermath of her climax, “though I will admit that I’ll miss it.”

“Depending on how things go, we’ll probably be able to meet up during the break,” Hermione said before gasping as Padma started sucking on her clit. “I’ll try to...try to...FUCK!”

“HARRY!” Susan screamed as she came undone, writhing in ecstasy as he tightened his grip on her fleshy hips and pounded her even harder.

The cries of pleasure filled the room and grew louder as Luna and Padma joined in almost simultaneously. Harry grabbed Susan’s hair right by her scalp and tugged gently as he continued to fuck her through orgasm after orgasm. Her squelching pussy spasmed erratically around him, trying to milk his pistoning cock. It would take more than her to get him off, however, and soon enough, the gorgeous redhead slumped forward, completely unconscious. He pulled his rock-hard length from her depths and sighed as Ginny immediately swallowed him to the hilt.

“Hermione?” Parvati asked, whining pitifully.

“Just a...second,” Hermione panted, well aware that she hadn’t managed to make her dormmate cum before her sister drove her to a screaming climax.

“Maybe Daphne...will lend you Lavender...if you ask nicely,” Luna panted, looking utterly blissed out as she laid on her back and grinned at the ceiling.

“Daphne?” Parvati asked. “I was so close.”

“I’ll expect to be repaid for my magnanimity,” Daphne said snootily, almost managing to look serious. “Come pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lavender grinned as Daphne stood up and made her crawl before her towards Parvati, her leash still in her hand.

“I didn’t think you’d be into this sort of thing,” Parvati commented as she got into position and spread her legs wide.

“Neither did I, but it makes me so bloody wet,” Lavender replied.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Daphne chuckled. “You’re leaving a trail of your pussy juice on the floor.”

“Holy fuck,” Parvati gasped as she looked and saw that the blonde wasn’t lying.

Leaning in, Daphne whispered in Lavender’s ear, “Perhaps I ought to make you clean it up with your tongue.”

“Red,” Lavender said, breaking character. “I’d lick just about any part of you, or any of you, but I draw the line at the floor.”

“That’s fair,” Daphne said. “About licking, though…”

“Green,” Lavender cooed, staring at her best friend’s dripping slit. She laughed out loud as Daphne pushed her head between Parvati’s thighs and immediately began licking her slick folds.

Padma watched the whole display with wide eyes, and a whimper escaped her lips.

“Getting ideas?” Hermione asked.

“Fuck yes,” the submissive twin shuddered. “That’s so hot.”

“Maybe I’ll go leash shopping during the break,” Hermione murmured, earning another whimper from Padma.

“I think you were right just how,” Ginny grinned. “You really are the luckiest man on Earth.”

As if to illustrate her point, the redhead pushed him down until he was seated in the chair that appeared behind him and climbed into his lap. Taking his cock in hand, she lined him up with her pussy and lowered herself down until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

“Fuck me, you feel amazing,” Harry grunted, wrapping his arms around her.

“Oh fuck,” Ginny gasped, shaking in his arms as he spread her inner walls wide.

She would be hard pressed to complain about any aspect of her little arrangement with Harry, as even having to share him with so many other girls had become oddly hot for her, but she did wish that she could ride him better. He felt so impossibly good inside her, and she came so quickly when they fucked that even if she went slow, it was still never enough to let her ride him like a hippogriff, like she wanted to.

“Fuck, I’m already close,” Ginny babbled moments later, the feeling of his cock brushing against every inch of her sensitive insides with her every bounce on it growing rapidly too much for her to bear.

“Let go, Gin,” Harry whispered in her ear, hooking his arms under her knees and grabbing her lovely bubble butt. “I’ve got you.”

“HARRY!” Ginny screamed as she came hard, clinging to him with her arms wrapped around his neck as she writhed in ecstasy.

Harry groaned at the feeling of her already tight pussy spasming around him and stood up. As wave after wave of soul-shattering pleasure wracked her entire body, Ginny still had enough cognizance left to marvel at how easily he could pick her up and carry her around. He was so gloriously strong, and the ease with which he was able to bounce her on his cock as he walked over to where their other lovers were lying made her cum again with a wail of pleasure.

Harry set Ginny down on the large bed, folding her legs up until her ankles were by her head and pounding her tight little pussy hard, drawing ever louder screams from the redhead. Looking over at Hermione for a moment, he saw her watching them with parted lips and lust-darkened eyes, and he grinned. As Ginny’s screams ended and she went limp under him, he pulled his cock from her depths and moved towards his first lover. Burying his hand in her mane of brown curls, he wrapped it around the nape of her neck and, with a grin on his face, tugged gently downward. Hermione giggled and happily took his cock between her lips.

“When he finally cums, can I clean the pussy of the lucky girl with my tongue, Mistress?” Lavender asked softly.

“If you’re good,” Daphne purred, pushing the other blonde down onto her back and climbing on top of her.

Daphne and Harry shared a look as she lowered her dripping slit to Lavender’s mouth, and he grinned.

“Definitely lucky,” he thought to himself as he moaned.

*****

“Sirius?” Harry called out as he slipped through the floo into Grimmauld Place.

“You’re early,” Sirius commented as he walked downstairs. “I thought you and Hermione were going to Diagon Alley first.”

“She had a couple things that she wanted to take care of without me,” Harry said. “Thanks again for letting her stay over the holidays.”

“You know I really like the girl,” Sirius said. “I’m surprised her parents are alright with her spending the entire holiday with her boyfriend, though.”

“Um, about that…” Harry went to say.

“I figured,” Sirius sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s not just the obvious,” Harry said defensively. “Knowing that Hermione was going to stay at Hogwarts this year, they planned a trip to the States over the holidays, and she didn’t want to disrupt that. You know how bloody annoying MACUSA can be.”

“The fact that she’ll be sleeping in your bed didn’t have anything to do with it,” Sirius said sarcastically.

“It’s not like we’ll be doing anything here that we don’t do at Hogwarts,” Harry snorted.

“Look, far be it for me to be a responsible adult,” Sirius chuckled. “I just wish you’d told me ahead of time that they didn’t know.”

“You didn’t…” Harry went to ask.

“No, but I could have,” Sirius replied before he could finish.

“Right,” Harry sighed, shaking his head. That really was something he should have thought about, but he’d been distracted lately.

“What made you two decide to come here for the holidays anyway?” Sirius asked. “Not that I mind having you, of course.”

“I wanted to speak to Tonks about something and figured this would be as convenient a time as any,” Harry replied.

“Please tell me you aren’t thinking about becoming an auror,” Sirius pleaded.

“No,” Harry replied. Changing the subject, he asked, “You haven’t been back to Saint Mungo’s since we last saw each other, right?”

“No,” Sirius replied, shaking his head. “I learned my lesson.”

“You can talk to me if you need to,” Harry offered.

“I’m fine, really,” Sirius sighed. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Just thought I’d offer,” Harry said.

“Besides, you should be coming to me with your troubles, not the other way around,” Sirius chuckled. “Everything good at school?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Harry replied. “OWL year hasn’t been quite as bad as I thought it would be, and things with Hermione are great.”

“Clearly,” Sirius chuckled. When Harry just cocked an eyebrow at him, Sirius said, “You do remember that I have a dog’s sense of smell, right?”

“Ah,” Harry replied.

“Hermione’s aware of all of them, right?” Sirius asked, giving him a pointed look.

“She couldn’t be more aware,” Harry replied, grinning involuntarily.

“Lucky sod,” Sirius chuckled. “Look, so long as you and the...half dozen or so girls that you and your girlfriend are spending time with, are being safe about it, I’m not going to say a word.”

“We are,” Harry promised. “You’re the best.”

Sirius smiled at that and said, “I had Kreacher tidy up your room, but you may still want to take a look and see if it’s up to your lovely girlfriend’s standard.”

“Hermione’s not...yeah, that’s a good idea,” Harry said, rushing off upstairs.

He moved so quickly that he didn’t notice his godfather’s face fall into an uncharacteristically serious expression just as he turned away.

*****

“Just a tic!” Harry and Hermione heard Tonks shout just after they knocked on the door. That was quickly followed by a loud crash and even louder swearing.

“How she manages as an auror, I’ll never know,” Hermione murmured.

“She managed well enough in the tournament,” Harry said. “When she needs to, she can focus enough to keep herself balanced, but needing to move suddenly after having been relaxing can be tricky because her body often shifts in tiny ways as she relaxes.”

“Wotcher, Harry, Hermione,” Tonks said as she opened the door. “Please, come in.”

“Hello, Tonks,” Hermione replied as they walked inside. “You’re not working today?”

“No, I took the day off,” Tonks replied. “I have to admit that I’m mighty curious about what you needed to talk to Fleur about but couldn’t write down in your letter.”

“I can’t promise it will make sense, but you’ll understand why we didn’t want to write it down soon enough,” Harry said. “Is Fleur here?”

“Oui, ‘Arry,” Fleur replied, poking her head out from the kitchen. “Please, make yourself as ‘ome. Eggnog?”

“Yes, please,” Hermione replied, smiling as she saw the pitcher of clearly homemade eggnog sitting on the table, surrounded by glasses.

As Fleur poured four small glasses of the thick, delicious-smelling treat, Tonks wrapped her arms around her, ostensibly so that she could grate fresh nutmeg over each. Fleur gave her girlfriend an amused look but said nothing, and soon enough, she had handed both Hermione and Harry their glasses.

“Thank you,” Harry said, smiling as Hermione took a sip and immediately coughed.

“Does this have firewhiskey in it?” she asked.

“I figured you were both old enough,” Fleur replied, sipping her own and smiling at the warming sensation that came with it. “Now, please, what was it that you needed from me?”

“Your accent has faded quite a bit,” Harry commented rather than answering.

“She’s put a lot of effort into learning my mother tongue,” Tonks murmured.

“I am increasingly fond of your tongue,” Fleur smirked, and Harry grinned as Tonk’s hair flashed red for a moment before returning to the light purple she’d had before.

“To answer your question, Harry and I have been having an...issue that we thought you might be able to help us with,” Hermione said.

“What kind of issue?” Fleur asked.

“A sexual one,” Harry replied, and Tonks snorted.

“Give me a little warning, will you?” she asked, looking cross. “I’d really rather not shoot firewhiskey spiked eggnog through my nose.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, unable to keep himself from smiling at that image.

“Why come to me?” Fleur asked, cocking a perfectly sculpted brow at him. “Why not speak with your godfather?”

“Sirius could help me with many things, I’m sure, but given that Madam Pomfrey couldn’t find out what was wrong with me, I doubted that he could,” Harry replied.

“Oh,” Tonks said, looking more serious. “This isn’t just about you not lasting long enough, huh?”

“It’s definitely not that,” Hermione chuckled, earning confused looks from both women.

Harry downed the rest of his eggnog, feeling the pleasant warmth and relaxation that the little bit of firewhiskey provided, and continued, saying, “It’s virtually impossible for me to cum with just one woman.”

“Oh, you’re having trouble finishing?” Tonks asked.

“Just one woman?” Fleur asked.

“It takes Harry forever to cum, which wouldn’t be that bad on its own, but…” Hermione trailed off, unsure as to how she should word the next part.

“But?” Fleur asked.

“It’s rare for a woman to last more than a couple minutes with me,” Harry explained, just barely managing to keep the grin off his face as he did so.

“Wait, what?” Tonks asked.

“You ‘ave experimented with other women, oui?” Fleur asked. “That’s what you meant by it taking more than one?”

“Yes,” Hermione replied. “I wondered if I was just insanely sensitive and decided that the best way to test it out would be to invite my dormmate Lavender to join us.”

“Strangest reason for a threesome ever,” Tonks chuckled.

“I just wanted to be sure,” Hermione said, reddening slightly.

“She even made sure to select a girl who had already had sex so that we’d know that, if she reacted the same way, it wouldn’t just be two really oversensitive girls,” Harry added, grinning at his brilliant girlfriend.

“Is this something that started after you ‘ad slept together a few times, or was it the case from the start?” Fleur asked.

“Oh, it was like this from the start,” Hermione replied.

“Odd as this is, trust me when I say that it’s better than the other extreme,” Tonks said. “My first time lasted about six seconds, and every other time with that bloke was pretty much more of the same. I even tried loosening myself for him, and it didn’t help.”

“With someone as ‘ot as you, I’m not surprised,” Fleur murmured, earning a grin from Tonks. Turning back to Harry and Hermione, she said, “Describe your first time for me.”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and smiled. Taking her hand, Harry said, “It was the night of the Yule Ball.”

“It had been such a beautiful night,” Hermione sighed, smiling at Harry. “We hadn’t been together for very long, but we had wanted each other desperately for years, and I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“I took her up to that room I introduced you to when you wanted a very secure place to listen to that dreadful egg underwater,” Harry continued, “and the second she saw what I turned it into, Hermione jumped into my arms.”

“He went a little overboard with the candles, but the bedroom looked so romantic, dimly lit, and covered in rose petals,” Hermione gushed. “I just wanted to tear his clothes off, but he didn’t let me.”

“Oh?” Fleur asked.

“I’m, er...very big,” Harry replied awkwardly. “I didn’t want to scare her off and decided that it would be best to make her cum before she saw me.”

“How big are we talking here?” Tonks asked, suddenly intrigued. “Tell me when to stop.”

Her held her hands out about six inches apart and slowly spread them wider. Her eyes went wider along with her hands as they continued to spread further apart without a word from Hermione.

“Stop,” Hermione said after a moment, and Tonks shuddered as she stared down at the table.

“How do you not have a permanent limp?” she asked.

“I’ve wondered that myself,” Hermione chuckled.

“Very impressive,” Fleur purred. “That’s larger than Dora’s ever…”

She trailed off there, her blue eyes widening and shooting over to Tonks as she realized what she’d said.

“You can grow a cock?” Harry asked.

“Not an ability I advertise normally,” Tonks sighed, shaking her head, “but yeah, I can.”

“Is peeing standing up as convenient as it looks?” Hermione asked, hoping that making light of what Tonks was clearly at least a little self-conscious about would help.

“Yes,” Tonks laughed, relaxing a bit.

“If you’re curious, there’s always polyjuice,” Harry said dryly.

“I’ll pass,” Hermione replied, sounding amused. “So anyway, after making it seem like he just wanted to spend some time exploring me first, Harry stripped me out of my dress and underwear and just worshiped my body.”

She shuddered, remembering that first night. The sheer adoration in his beautiful eyes had been enough to make her melt, and then the storm of his passion was almost too much to bear. She hadn’t thought that any greater pleasure could exist than what she felt when he went down on her the first time, though he’d quickly disabused her of that notion.

“I ate her out, wanting to make her cum at least once before pulling out my cock, and that’s when we learned that parseltongue has its advantages,” Harry said and Fleur’s jaw dropped.

“You’re a parselmouth?” she asked breathlessly.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Tonks asked.

“Two words: vibrating tongue,” Hermione replied, and Tonks shuddered, her eyes going wide and turning pink. “Needless to say, by the time he was done, I was a sweaty, glassy-eyed, brain-addled wreck.”

“I went a little far that first time,” Harry chuckled. “I then stripped down and waited for her to come to.”

“Naturally, I was a little apprehensive when I saw him for the first time,” Hermione said. “I had felt him through his robes before, but I just thought the thick fabric was making it seem bigger than it was.”

“I can’t imagine having my cherry popped by something that would look less out of place on Hagrid,” Tonks shuddered.

“That’s the thing, it didn’t really hurt that much,” Hermione said. “He fit inside me with almost embarrassing ease, and though I felt a little pinch, it was quickly replaced by such intense pleasure that I almost couldn’t believe it.”

“He fit the entire thing inside you in one thrust?” Fleur asked.

“Yes,” Hermione replied.

“Shit, you two were made for each other,” Tonks chuckled.

“No, I mean yes, but it’s been the same with all the others,” Harry said. “I even had another girl who still had her hymen, and the experience was pretty much the same.”

“Well, nothing about that encounter was normal,” Hermione commented, recalling Padma’s memorable first time.

“It was my first time, and I was completely overwhelmed,” Harry said, continuing the tale. “I buried my face in her neck and just thrust away with complete abandon while she cried out again and again for more.”

“I started cumming very quickly and then found that I couldn’t stop,” Hermione said. “I passed out at some point and woke up with him still fucking me in the same position. I swiftly came again.”

“I was too focused on how good it all felt to realize that she had fallen asleep,” Harry said, blushing in embarrassment as he recalled how boorish he had been.

“So from the first time onward, you haven’t been able to ‘andle ‘is cock for more than a few minutes without cumming?” Fleur asked.

“And once I start, I can’t stop until I pass out,” Hermione nodded. “I know I sound like Lucius Malfoy complaining that he can’t find enough room to store all of his money, and I don’t want our sex life to change, but I would like an explanation for all of this.”

“A friend of ours, and one of the girls that we’ve brought into this suggested that I had become part satyr and suggested that I talk to speak with a Veela,” Harry continued. “Have you ever heard of anything like this?”

“Non,” Fleur replied. “We Veela descend from the nymphs of old, who slowly went extinct after the last of the satyrs disappeared following the death of Pan.”

“Why did they go extinct?” Harry asked.

“Nymphs fed off of sexual energy,” Fleur replied. “When the satyrs disappeared, they tried to sustain themselves with ‘uman men, but even the greatest examples just could not keep up, and after a number of them died trying, things became violent. One of the nymphs had birthed a daughter who, in their eyes, was defective, lacking many of the powers that her mother and all nymphs ‘ad, and so she abandoned ‘er in the forest.”

“That’s horrid,” Hermione hissed.

“It ended up saving ‘er life,” Fleur replied. “The girl was found and taken in by ‘umans. Raised as one of them, she grew up to be exceedingly beautiful and was the delight of ‘er entire village. When one of the younger sons of the local king happened upon ‘er, ‘e was enthralled and whisked ‘er way to be ‘is bride. She ended up ‘aving two dozen daughters by ‘im…”

“She was the first Veela!” Hermione exclaimed as she caught on.

“Oui,” Fleur replied. “The nymphs were ‘unted to extinction to save the men they preyed on from being mated to death, but the Veela, ‘aving more manageable urges and not needing nearly as much sexual energy to survive, lived. I doubt that you’ve been turned into a satyr, ‘Arry, but there is something about your magic that I found deeply fascinating last year and that ‘as only grown stronger since.”

“My magic?” Harry asked.

“Veela ‘ave an innate ability to feel the magic around us,” Fleur explained. “What the nymphs thought of as sexual energy was both that and magic. The reason that some ‘uman men lasted longer than others after the disappearance of the satyrs was that they were magical. Veela ‘ave the same needs, just not as great, and it was by luck that the prince who fell in love with the first of us ‘appened to ‘ave an untapped magic within ‘im.”

“So it helps you find more suitable partners,” Hermione guessed.

“Oui,” Fleur replied. “We do not need our partners to be male either, so long as there is that magic within them that we can sustain ourselves off of. I ‘ave a book written by a Veela some centuries ago that I think you might find interesting. Dora, could you ‘elp me find it?”

“You’re better at finding things around here than m…” Tonks cut herself off as she glanced up and saw Fleur giving her a pointed look. “Of course. Be right back, you two.”

The two of them departed, and Harry slumped in his seat as he tried to process all that he’d just learned. Whether or not her theory ended up having any merit, Luna turned out to be dead on about the connection between the Veela and the Satyrs.

“Well, that was fascinating,” he said. “I wonder what that book is about.”

“I’m not sure there is a book,” Hermione murmured, looking around. “I think Fleur just wanted to speak with Tonks in person.”

“Hmm,” Harry replied, wondering what that was about.

“How long have those two lived together now?” Hermione asked.

“I think they moved in here about a month ago,” Harry replied. “I think they started seeing each other after the second task last year, which would make it a year in February. Why?”

“It just seems like Fleur’s already put a lot of work in here,” Hermione replied, “or at least, I assume this was Fleur’s doing.”

“Oh, trust me, it was,” Harry chuckled. “There are a lot of things I can picture Nymphadora Tonks doing, and giving thought to interior design is not one of them.”

“What kind of things have you pictured her doing?” Hermione asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“I shouldn’t have told you about my old crush on her,” Harry groaned quietly.

“Oh, relax; it’s perfectly normal,” Hermione giggled. “She’s your godfather’s cousin, which makes her close enough to be frequently in your life without actually being a blood relative, any more than most purebloods or halfbloods are anyway. Add in her fun, carefree personality and the fact that she can look like anything she likes, and it would have been weird if you didn’t develop a crush on her when you hit puberty.”

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Hermione?” Harry asked with a slight grin on his face.

“Well, I did just learn she can grow a cock,” Hermione whispered, grinning impishly.

“And now you’re wondering if you could handle two of me,” Harry said. “Lavender would be so proud.”

“Perhaps not quite that big,” Hermione shuddered. “I think I might die.”

Harry laughed at that and was about to reply when Fleur and Tonks walked back into the kitchen.

“I think that I might be able to ‘elp you,” Fleur said. “You said that your ‘ealer couldn’t figure out the cause of all this, oui?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. “Merlin knows she ran enough bloody tests, too.”

“If it were some curse, she would ‘ave picked up on it,” Fleur said. “Even if it was something that she could not recognize, she still would ‘ave noticed some traces of it and sent you to Saint Mungo’s for more a specialized examination. That she did not would suggest that she found nothing at all.”

“That definitely seemed to be the case the last time Harry spoke to her,” Hermione replied.

“The sexual prowess you’ve described is unlike anything I’ve ever ‘eard of,” Fleur said. “Between that and the odd feeling that I get from your magic, I think there is definitely something strange going on with you. I doubt your friend’s theory, but I would like to ‘ave a closer look as it were.”

“What’s one more medical test?” Harry shrugged.

“Oh, trust me, ‘Arry, what I ‘ave in mind would not be appropriate in a ‘ospital,” Fleur purred.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Fleur can feel your magic just because she’s stood near you,” Tonks replied, “but that’s nothing compared to what she’d be able to tell if she fucked you.”

“This isn’t just about the fact that he has a big cock, right?” Hermione asked, sounding amused.

“No, but that was a big part of my condition for letting her have him,” Tonks replied, grinning laciviously at him. Harry swore that his cock might push through his pants if it got any harder.

“You too?” Harry asked again, unwilling to believe just yet that he was hearing what he thought he was.

“Harry, if I’d known you had a bloody beater’s bat between your legs, I’d have seduced you ages ago,” Tonks said. “With my powers, I can handle pretty much anything, and that means that for me, the bigger a guy is, the better.”

“You should see ‘ow she thrashes about when I manage to fit my entire fist inside her tight little pussy,” Fleur purred, cupping Tonks’ cheek, “or ‘ear ‘er screams.”

She pulled the metamorphmagus in and kissed her deeply. Bringing her hands down to cup her girlfriend’s perfect arse, Tonks deepened the kiss further.

“I should have known it would come down to this,” Hermione murmured, climbing into Harry’s lap. Looking down at her boyfriend, she smirked and whispered, “Everywhere we go, there’s some girl or two who wants a piece of you.”

She captured his lips in a searing, hot kiss, and Harry wasted no time at all in plunging his tongue into her mouth. The two dueled for dominance, something Harry quickly established, and he picked her up, placing her on the table so he could grind his rock-hard length against her through her panties as her skirt hiked up.

“I think we’re being ignored,” Tonks chuckled, breaking Harry out of his reverie.

He and Hermione turned to see Tonks and Fleur staring at them and blushed.

“Can you really blame me?” Hermione asked, running a finger down along Harry’s chest through his shirt.

“We should probably move this to the bedroom,” Fleur suggested. “It is somewhat more comfortable than the kitchen.”

“More sanitary too,” Harry chuckled, getting off of Hermione and taking her hand.

“Alright, now for me to get a true read on your magic, I will need you to cum inside me,” Fleur said as they reached the richly decorated bedroom.

“If that’s the case, you’ll probably want both Tonks and I to shag him first,” Hermione said, looking around the room. “That bed will fit all four of us nicely.”

“I grew up with a large bed and got quite used to the space,” Fleur explained.

“I had a double bed back home, so the king looked comical to me at first,” Tonks chuckled. “I’ve sort of gotten used to it by now.”

“This bed does come with some perks,” Fleur purred.

“And how perky they are,” Tonks murmured, kissing her again.

“Mmm, there’s that sophisticated wit that won me over,” Fleur said dryly.

“And here I thought it was the fact that I can grow an eight-inch tongue,” Tonks replied in kind.

“Eight-inch tongue?” Hermione asked.

Tonks stuck out her tongue, growing it until it hung well past her chin, and she winked at the brunette, who shuddered.

“Ah, that brings back memories,” Fleur sighed before walking over to Harry.

He was well aware that Fleur was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on, but knowing that and having her walk up to him with a look of raw desire on her gorgeous face were two very different things.

“If you prove too much for me, then once I’ve woken up, you’ll ‘ave to fuck Dora and ‘Ermione until you’re ready to cum inside me,” she said, “but I refuse to accept that any man could outlast a Veela so thoroughly unless I experience it myself.”

If someone had told him a year ago that Fleur Delacour would want to fuck him, at all, really, but especially as a matter of pride, he’d have thought they were mad. As he looked into her eyes, seeing how wide her pupils were and what raw, undisguised lust was plainly evident in them, however, he knew that was exactly what she wanted.

“Say the words,” Harry murmured when their faces were just inches apart.

“In English: I want you to fuck me, ‘Arry,” Fleur purred, and he pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Fleur melted into his touch almost immediately, returning his passion with a raw hunger that he found momentarily overwhelming. Grabbing onto his robes, she walked them back until her legs hit the bed and pulled him down on top of her before rolling them over. Grinding her furnace of cunt on his painfully hard cock, her lips never left his as she continued to snog him frenziedly.

“It’s practically a foreign concept to me by now, but you aren’t jealous at all?” Hermione asked.

“If it were anyone else, I might be, but I know Fleur and me are solid,” Tonks replied. “So how long have you and Harry been like this?”

“It took me a while to convince him to try inviting Lavender into our bed, but…” Hermione went to say.

“I’m sorry, he was reluctant to accept a threesome?” Tonks asked. “With Brown?”

“He was worried that it might ruin what we had,” Hermione replied, smiling softly as she watched Fleur grab her want and spell of their clothes, her gaze immediately falling on his rock-hard cock.

“Fuck me, he’s huge,” Tonks gasped. “I know you said so, but…”

“You wouldn’t be the first one to think that I was exaggerating,” Hermione chuckled.

“Magnifique,” Fleur purred as she wrapped her hand around his heavy cock and lifted it to her face. “My fingers don’t even touch.”

Harry hissed as she slowly stroked his cock, sinking to her knees to get a better look. Her gorgeous heart-shaped face, framed by silvery blonde locks, looked even better just inches from his length.

“Hmm, this alone would make you very popular in the Veela enclaves,” Fleur said softly. “You would not lack for beautiful female company for even a night.”

“It doesn’t sound like he does now,” Tonks chuckled. “How many girls have you two ruined for normal guys with that monster?”

“Seven,” Hermione replied.

“Seven?” Tonks asked in shock. “Do you take him in shifts?”

“Usually yes, though he can shag us all cross-eyed in one go,” Hermione replied, grinning as she saw Tonks’ eyes and cheeks both turn pink. “Just the other night, realizing that we’d see much less of each other during the break, the nine of us got together and…”

Tonks cut her off by capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Hermione returned the kiss hungrily, immediately melting into the taller woman’s embrace. Moaning into her mouth, Tonks’ hands slipped lower along her back until she had two large handfuls of firm arsecheek.

“You ‘ave me on my knees in front of you with your cock in my ‘and and you’re watching other women?” Fleur asked. “I should be insulted.”

“In my defense, those women are our girlfriends,” Harry replied with a grin.

“True,” Fleur smirked, “but still, I would be a poor excuse of a Veela if I did not at least try to get you to focus on me.”

Before Harry could ask her what she had in mind, she immediately took his cock between her pouty lips and swallowed him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

“Holy fuck!” Harry groaned, his hands flying to her head as his knees nearly buckled.

“Can’t say I blame him for being shocked by her,” Tonks whispered. “Girl’s got a mouth like a hoover.”

Fleur bobbed her head up and down, doing her best to suck his soul out of his dick, and Harry couldn’t help but think that she might actually succeed in that. Not even Lavender and Hermione had her skills.

“Merlin’s balls, Fleur,” he groaned, and her sky blue eyes filled with mirth at his obvious pleasure.

“You’ve never ‘ad your cock sucked by a Veela before, clearly,” Fleur smirked, stroking his saliva-coated cock as she lowered her face to his balls.

She captured one of the sensitive orbs between her lips, and he groaned again as pleasure radiated throughout his body. As she switched the other ball, Tonks and Hermione joined them on the bed, completely absorbed in each other as they kissed. The image of his first crush and his girlfriend making out only added to his pleasure as Fleur continued to suck his balls.

“By the goddess, these are big,” Fleur marveled, carefully palming his sack.

“You should see how much he cums,” Hermione murmured. “Lavender and Daphne spent nearly ten minutes licking off my chest the other…”

She trailed off then, looking uncertain as Tonks’ jaw dropped.

“Daphne Greengrass?” the metamorph asked, shifting into a perfect copy of the blonde beauty. “This one, right?”

“Yes,” Hermione sighed.

“You can tell us who else you’re sleeping with, ‘Ermione,” Fleur giggled. “It is not as if we’re going to gossip.”

“How do you even know Daphne?” Harry asked, sitting up.

“My mother does business with Cyrus Greengrass,” Tonks replied. “I can’t say I’ve spoken to her more than a couple times, but I am aware of who she is. She always struck me as frigid, and I was just surprised that she was one of your girls.”

“It’s complicated,” Harry murmured.

“Well, as much as I’d love to discuss all your complications, I am so wet I am running down my thighs, and I need this monster inside me,” Fleur said, pushing him back and climbing on top of him.

“You don’t want me to eat...oh fuck!” Harry groaned as Fleur started grinding her hairless, dripping wet slit on his throbbing length.

“I will want to experience the wonders of parseltongue before you go, but right now, I need to know ‘ow you will feel,” Fleur moaned.

“I can’t help but feel slightly overdressed,” Tonks said, and she grinned as Hermione grabbed her wand.

A moment later, they were just as naked as their lovers. and Hermione wasted no time in cupping and kneading Tonks large, firm breasts.

“How much of this figure is you cheating with your powers?” she asked, trailing her fingers over the older woman’s well defined abs.

“I’ve worked out like mad since sixth year,” Tonks replied. “Most of my ‘cheating’ is directed at the girls, which would be at least a cup size smaller naturally.”

“Hmm, I definitely appreciate the cheating,” Hermione purred, capturing one of Tonks’ sizable pink nipples between her lips.

“Shit, just like that,” Tonks sighed, burying her fingers in Hermione’s wild mane of hair.

“Mon Dieu, you’re thick,” Fleur sighed as she lined his cock up with her quivering hole and felt the bulbous head press against her folds.

“I’ll fit,” Harry said reassuringly. It would be the height of irony if a Veela was the one woman he had difficulty with in that regard.

“Oh, I know,” Fleur grinned. “I cannot imagine how much you are going to stretch out my tight little…”

As she spoke, she pressed down, expecting the head to pop inside with a little effort. It did more easily than she imagined, however, and the feeling of being stretched by him was so far beyond what she was expecting that, in her shock, she slipped, sliding down his entire length in one movement.

“FUCK!” Fleur screamed as she was suddenly filled to her limits by him.

“Fleur?” Tonks asked, concerned by the sudden outburst.

Fleur just stared down at him, her jaw dropping and her eyes wide as she slowly adjusted to the feeling of having him inside her. She had had her fair share of lovers over the years, and she had a good idea of what to expect. What she felt, as he spread her inner walls wide, far exceeded anything she was used to, and in ways that couldn’t just be explained by his size.

“No wonder none of you can ‘andle ‘im,” Fleur sighed, resting her hands on his shoulder to support herself.

“Do you feel like you’re already close?” Hermione asked. “Because that’s what we usually experience.”

“Oui,” Fleur replied, shivering in delight. “There is something very different about you, ‘Arry.”

“So I keep hearing,” Harry chuckled, sliding his hands up from her hips, along her silky smooth skin. He cupped her perfect tits, feeling them fill his large hands completely, and grinned as she let out a soft little moan.

Fleur rose up along his cock, whimpering at the feeling of emptiness as inches of it slipped out of her tight tunnel, and then descended again, moaning as she was once again filled by him. She rode him slowly and sensually, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside her.

“So other than Lavender and Daphne, who else have you two managed to lure into your little web of debauchery?” Tonks asked.

“Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Susan Bones, Padma, and Parvati Patil,” Hermione replied.

“The Patils are the identical twins in your year, right?” Tonks asked, sounding impressed.

“Yes,” Hermione replied.

“All the other guys in your year must hate you,” Tonks laughed.

“None of them know yet,” Harry grunted, leaning his head in to capture one of Fleur’s pebbled nipples between his lips, earning even louder cries from the gorgeous blonde.

“We’ve been discreet, or tried to be,” Hermione said.

“Holy shit!” Fleur cried, her hips a blur as she rode him harder and faster. “More, more, more!”

A sheen of sweat covered her pale skin, making her glisten in the soft light of their room, and Hermione marveled at how she didn’t feel the slightest bit of jealousy. Seeing Harry sleep with a woman as beautiful as Fleur would have bothered her greatly at one point, she was sure, but after everything they’d done together over the last few months, it just felt right in a way.

“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Tonks sighed.

“She’s taking longer to cum than most of us do, but I still don’t think she’s going to outlast him,” Hermione murmured in the metamorph’s ear.

“Then we’d better be ready for him,” Tonks said. “Sit on my face; I want to taste you.”

“Only if I can taste you too,” Hermione grinned as the older woman laid down on her back.

She crawled up to her, swinging a leg over her head, and lowered her dripping wet slit down onto her mouth, only to cry out in shock as she felt herself penetrated by something long, thick, and wiggling before she came close to her face. Looking down, she saw that Tonks had pushed her impossible long tongue inside her and was moving it about inside her in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.

“I...it’s prehensile?” Hermione asked, grabbing onto the other woman’s sides for support as her body began to shake.

“Ze perks of...mon dieu...dating a metamorph,” Fleur whimpered as she continued to ride Harry, sounding like she was right on the edge of ecstasy. Her accent apparently thickened when she was about to cum.

Hermione lowered herself down towards Tonks’ pussy and took note of how smooth the skin there was. She almost seemed waxed, but Hermione doubted that she’d even need to. She had seen the metamorphmagus change the length of her hair effortlessly before and imagined that body hair would be no different. As she began tracing the tip of her tongue through the older woman’s hot, slick folds, she heard Fleur scream.

“FUCK!” Fleur shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came hard, falling forward into Harry’s arms as she squirted all over him.

“Ugh,” Harry grunted at the exquisite feeling of her already tight cunt squeezing his cock as she fluttered and spasmed around him.

He held her tightly, thrusting up into her depths as she writhed and convulsed in pleasure, before flipping them over.

“Wha...wha?” Fleur went to ask, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she looked up at him.

“Do you want more?” Harry whispered in her ear, making her quake under him again.

“Oui,” Fleur panted. “Only Dora...‘as ever made me squirt...like zat.”

Taking her arms in his hands, he pinned them above her head and began fucking her, driving his cock deep with each long, hard thrust. She whimpered and moaned each time he reached deep inside her, almost unable to fathom how good it felt.

Hermione cried out as Tonks dug what felt like a tiny finger coming out of her tongue into the rough, sensitive skin of her g-spot. She knew that she was close and wanted to make the other woman cum, if not first, then as she did. She swiped her tongue over her clit, smirking as she felt her shudder under her, and then realized something that she hadn’t before.

“Can you make your clit slightly bigger?” she asked.

“I can make it more than slightly bigger,” Tonks replied after taking a moment to pull her long tongue out of her new lover’s dripping slit.

Hermione watched in amazement as the tiny hooded nub of the metamorph’s clit, pushed out past the hood, thickening slightly. She immediately dove at it, wrapping her lips around the little pearl and sucking gently, drawing a loud moan from Tonks.

“Ah fuck!” Tonks whimpered, tightening her grip on Hermione’s hips. “Shit, you’re good at that.”

Hermione felt an odd sense of pride at being complimented by someone who spent her nights with a goddess like Fleur, though that pride was quickly driven from her mind as Tonks pushed her tongue inside her pussy again. She could only moan into the other woman’s cunt as that impossible tongue started massaging her g-spot again. It was an odd sensation, feeling sort of like when Harry or one of the others stroked the sensitive spot with their fingers, only smoother and warmer. She alternated between licking and sucking on Tonk’s clit, trying to make her cum, but felt herself racing towards her own climax.

“YES!” Fleur screamed, her whole body writhing under Harry as she came again.

Hermione grinned and went to suck Tonks’ sensitive clit back into her mouth again when she felt the metamorph’s tongue move inside her, seeming to grow longer, and gasped when she felt it poke against a spot deep inside her that she swore had to be close to her cervix. Colors flashed behind her eyes as she felt a pleasure that she wasn’t expecting, and she screamed, cumming hard. Holding onto Tonks’ legs for dear life, she convulsed in ecstasy.

“Wait, stop, stop!” Fleur panted, and Tonks pulled her tongue out of Hermione’s quivering cunt to look at her girlfriend.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Too...much!” Fleur panted, brushing her long blonde hair out of her face and grinning ear to ear as Harry pulled his cock from her gaping quim. “Would ‘ave...passed out.”

“So he is too much,” Tonks mused, genuinely surprised, even after all she had heard from them that Harry really was able to make her insatiable girlfriend beg for a break.

Harry rolled over, looking over at Hermione as she shook, panted for breath, and sighed, feeling utterly relaxed. Fleur took a moment to catch her breath before speaking.

“You must try ‘im,” she grinned at Tonks. “Both because I need ‘is cum while I’m awake enough to feel it, and because that cock is divine.”

“Certainly looks it,” Tonks said, crawling over to him.

As she crawled, she exaggerated the sway of her hips, drawing his eye, and Harry noticed something that he hadn’t before.

“You changed,” he said.

“I change all the time,” Tonks said, shifting her skin tone to a coal black and then back to her normal paleness.

“I meant your figure,” Harry said, his eyes focused on her wide hips and plump yet firm arse.

At three years his senior, Tonks had been the perfect age to torment him when puberty first hit, and for Harry, it felt like she went from being his annoying not-cousin to the hottest thing on Earth overnight. As he’d rapidly developed a crush on her, he had spent more time than he’d care to admit watching her and became very aware of what looks she preferred.

With her powers, she could look however she liked, within reason, but like anyone else, she decided on what she liked best quickly enough and stuck with the figure she preferred for years. She liked being of average height, with a build that was both curvy enough to make people look, but also strong and solid. Together with her workout routine, she developed one hell of a toned, athletic body, cheating with her powers to make her breasts and arse a little fuller than they likely would have been otherwise.

Now, her hips were quite wide, her arse large and round, and her breasts more than the handful they had always been. She had a perfect hourglass body, looking almost like a more athletic Fleur, now that he thought about it.

“You have almost the same figure as Fleur,” Hermione said, having recovered from her orgasm.

“Oh, right,” Tonks chuckled. “I actually did that subconsciously, believe it or not. Didn’t notice until my clothes stopped fitting as well as they did.”

“She said, when I asked, that I must ‘ave changed ‘er idea of perfection,” Fleur said, beaming at Tonks, who flushed slightly at the memory.

“That’s so sweet,” Hermione gushed. “Subconscious changing must be a massive pain, though.”

“It’s why I seem like I have two left feet so often,” Tonks grumbled. “I actually tried that once, and it wasn’t as bad as you’d think. Of course, the question is, how did Harry here know that my body had changed so much?”

Harry gulped as her eyes turned orange for a second, though she quickly smirked.

“Relax,” she laughed. “You weren’t exactly subtle as a kid.”

“Really?” Harry asked, reddening a bit.

“I thought you were going to faint that time I overstuffed my bikini top until it almost burst during the summer after sixth year,” Tonks laughed. “Laughed by arse off when you ran off.”

“I did wonder if you knew what an affect you had on me,” Harry grumbled.

“Well, stud, how’d you like to live out one of your oldest fantasies?” Tonks asked. Turning around on her hands and knees, she buried her face in the bedding and reached behind her to spread her round cheeks wide, exposing her dripping slit and winking arsehole. “Hermione here couldn’t quite make me cum, and I swear I’m about to burst.”

“In my defense, I’m pretty sure you licked my fornix,” Hermione said defensively. “I thought I was going to pass out, that felt so good.”

Harry crawled over to Tonks, his heavy cock bobbing in the air as he went, and looked down at her in awe. She wasn’t wrong about this being one of his oldest fantasies, quite possibly the oldest. He had dreamed of this moment more times than he could count, though none of those early wet dreams had ever featured a foursome. His pubescent imagination hadn’t come close to picturing what his sex life would end up looking like. Brushing the bulbous head of his cock through her slick folds, he grinned as he heard her whimper.

“Fucking hell, you feel as thick as a fist,” Tonks whimpered.

She had been right on the edge when she made Hermione cum, and while her momentary concern about Fleur had cooled her jets a bit, it was only a bit, and seeing her gorgeous girlfriend so overwhelmed by pleasure turned her right back on. As she waited there, with her face pushed into the sheets and her arse in the air, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Fleur’s pussy that so suffused them, she expected it wouldn’t take much to get her off.

“Oh fuck!” Tonks cried as Harry pushed forward, stretching her little pussy more than any man ever had. “Oh, you’re so bloody big!”

“ ‘Is size is the least of it,” Fleur sighed as she watched Harry penetrate Tonks with rapt interest.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” Harry grunted as he buried the last of his cock inside her.

“Haven’t even...tightened up, ye…” Tonks whimpered before going still as he pulled a few inches of his cock out of her. “What the FUCK!?”

He slammed forward, spearing her slick tunnel hard, and she came undone immediately, screaming at the top of her lungs. She had expected that it wouldn’t take much to get her off in her state, but she never would have imagined that it would happen almost immediately. Completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of having him inside her, she could only claw at the sheets as she writhed in ecstasy. On and on it went as her vision went white and her entire body shook and shuddered like she was being electrocuted.

“Merlin’s balls, you’re like a hot, wet vice,” Harry groaned as he pounded her spasming tunnel hard and fast.

“She gets tighter the longer ‘er orgasm goes on,” Fleur grinned.

“She’s subconsciously trying to end it?” Hermione asked.

“Something like that,” Fleur replied. “Do recall to pull out, ‘Arry. I need your cum.”

“DON’T STOP!” Tonks shrieked, still lost in the maelstrom of pleasure that his pistoning length had induced.

One orgasm fed into the next, growing ever more intense as they continued to fuck like wild animals. Words soon failed her, and she was reduced to intelligible screams and squeals. Her hair turned multi-colored, taking on a kaleidoscope look as her eyes rolled back into her head. Harry tightened his grip on her wide hips, mesmerized by the sight of her powers going wild as well as the rippling of her thick arse cheeks as his hips impacted them again and again.

“So...ga,” Tonks gurgled as she passed out, going completely limp.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted, pulling out of her twitching form and turning to Hermione, who immediately pushed him onto his back and impaled herself on his cock.

“Yes!” she cried, riding him hard as she soared towards her peak. “Can’t believe I...ever tried to keep you...to myself!”

“I would have been happy as we were,” Harry assured her.

“But not satis...satisfi...HARRY!” Hermione squealed, cumming hard.

Harry pulled her in close and held her spasming body tight as he continued to pound up into her gushing sex. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he inhaled a mixture of her flowery shampoo and sweat, a scent he knew and loved well by then.

“I’m getting close,” he warned.

“Pull out!” Fleur exclaimed, spreading her legs wide.

Harry rolled over, lying Hermione down on her back, and pulled his cock from her fluttering depths as she smiled up at him with glassy brown eyes. Moving over to Fleur, he lined himself up with her and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust, making her cry out in pleasure. Thrusting with the sort of reckless abandon he only ever did when he was right on the edge, he let go with a roar and filled her tight pussy to the brim.

“OUI!” Fleur shrieked as the first thick rope of cum hit her cervix.

Her vision went white as she came with him, and, lost in her pleasure, it took her a moment to realize that she was, in her mind’s eye, peering deeply into her lover’s very being. She had experienced this before, but never with the same intensity, and it wasn’t until Harry went still atop her, holding himself up on his forearms, that her orgasm ended and she was able to see what she’d been hoping to.

“Mon Dieu,” Fleur gasped, her glassy eyes as wide as saucers as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

It was so much more cum than she’d ever experienced in her life and so full of magic that it blew her mind. She was barely aware of Harry pulling out of her and rolling over onto his back as he panted for breath; she was so focused on the essence that he’d filled her with. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, wanting to get as much out of the temporary connection between them as she possibly could, not that she’d mind trying again if needed. She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, blotting out her other sense so she could look inward through her magic, but when she opened her eyes again, it had clearly been a while because both Hermione and Tonks were awake.

“I was beginning to think you had nodded off after all,” Tonks murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“Non, there was just so much to parse through,” Fleur said. Turning to Harry, she added, “You are exceptionally powerful for one thing, though this we already knew.”

“Were you able to figure anything out?” Harry asked.

“There is a wildness to your magic, for lack of a better word, that I ‘ave never felt before,” Fleur said. “I can sense immense virility and a magical strength that I ‘ave not felt before, and there is one thing that stands out. Something about your magic feels like Dora.”

“What, do you think he’s a strange sort of metamorph?” Tonks asked. “That might explain the oversized cock.”

“I didn’t hear you complain,” Harry grinned.

“I never would,” Tonks purred, and Harry shuddered at the raw desire in her pink eyes.

“It’s not that,” Fleur replied, shaking her head. “The feeling of the metamorphmagus powers within you is very unique, feeling like an endless shifting of sorts. What I sense in ‘Arry would only make sense if you two were more closely related than I realized. You would ‘ave to be cousins for it to make sense, if not siblings.”

“Considering what we just did, I should hope not,” Tonks laughed.

“His grandmother was a Black,” Hermione said. “Dorea was her name, right?”

“This feels stronger than that,” Fleur said. “To be honest, it feels like ‘Arry is more of a Black than Dora.”

“That’s weird,” Harry said.

“Other than that, I don’t feel much,” Fleur admitted. “Sorry, but you just seem like an unbelievably powerful and virile man.”

“There are worse things, I suppose,” Harry chuckled.

“You did give us another potential clue,” Hermione mused.

“Clearly, this is the work of dark magic,” Harry grinned, and Hermione took a second to realize what he was getting at before groaning and rolling her eyes.

“That’s pun’s worthy of your godfather,” Hermione groaned before going still. “Wait, Sirius!”

“What about him?” Harry asked.

“Didn’t he try to obliviate himself right after we experimented with Lavender?” Hermione asked.

“What?!” Tonks exclaimed.

“He did,” Harry replied, “and I seek his advice about your...idea.”

“Could he have done something?” Hermione asked. “Fleur, with your magic sense, could you tell if something changed within him and how long ago it did?”

“If it was a recent change, I would feel that,” Fleur replied, “but nothing in ‘Arry seemed to ‘ave changed recently.”

“Let’s go back a bit to where my idiot cousin tried to obvliate himself,” Tonks said. “What the hell was he thinking?”

“Perhaps that he didn’t want to remember anything incriminating,” Hermione replied.

“Hermione, Sirius would never do anything to hurt me,” Harry said, honestly offended by the suggestion.

“Harry, from what you’ve told me, Sirius has been pretty open with you about how popular he and your father were with women back in the day,” Hermione said. “What if he did something right after your parents died, trying to make you into some kind of super-stud as a tribute to his best friend. It sounds insane, but honestly, Sirius can be a little odd at times, and if this was while he was grieving for his best friend…”

“I…” Harry trailed off, realizing that what Hermione had suggested wasn’t exactly impossible.

“Well, whatever Sirius did or didn’t do, if he oblivated himself, we’d have no way of finding out,” Tonks sighed.

“Self-obliviation doesn’t work,” Harry said. “Sirius just ended up hurting himself, though he was ultimately fine.”

“Then we have only one option,” Tonks said. “We need to question Sirius.”