The Tests Pt. 2 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Themes: Moresome, Cock Worship, Oral Fixation

Word Count: 2,463

Summary: Sequel to The Tests. Harry is the first Minister of Magic and the first non-veela to be invited to the mysterious "Veela Games". Many question his presence, but soon all know why Harry is not just an honored guest at the games, but a major 'take no prisoners' competitor! 

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It had been impressive enough that Harry had renewed the ancient pact between the wizarding world and the veela enclave. That alone had left Hermione in awe of her best friend. He’d certainly done a lot in such a short time as Minister of Magic. But now… this? Honestly, Hermione hadn’t even known the Veela Games were a real thing! She hadn’t… it wasn’t… it was all rumor and conjecture, as far as she could tell!

This was one of the few times in her life where her books had failed her. Even the ancient tomes that the Ministry kept under lock and key for fear of their ‘dark magics and knowledge’ corrupting weak minds. Honestly, most of those tomes were history books. It was more than a little disappointing to see the wizarding government was hiding history from the general public… but with Harry’s help, Hermione had been able to peruse the Ministry’s very own ‘Forbidden Section’, though comparing it to Hogwarts would be doing it a disservice.

Either way, she hadn’t been able to find much about the Veela Games even in those ancient history books. There was minor mention of it, usually brought up in conjunction with the ancient pact as well, but it seemed that the first Minister of Magic to fail to renew the ancient pact many centuries before had gone as far as to strike all explanations and all knowledge from the records… even the secret records.

Insecure wizards and their damnable practices… luckily, Harry wasn’t like that. More than that, he’d even demanded that his staff be allowed to accompany him to these games. Which meant Hermione got to come along, of course! She wasn’t alone, but the only two others she recognized from the Ministry group that Harry had handpicked for this particular little expedition were Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass, two women that she’d never really known all that well.

And yet, they were all seated with one another now. Hermione wasn’t paying either of them any mind though. Instead, her focus was on the ‘arena’ below.

“Do you think they’ll have opening ceremonies?”

That was Susan, absently asking the question even as she peered about, eyes wide and filled with curiosity. Daphne scoffs from her own seat on Susan’s other side.

“Perhaps, but how are any of us supposed to know what to expect, Bones? It’s not like any witch or wizard in living memory has ever been able to see what we’re about to see.”

“Jeez, I know Greengrass, I’m just… speculating, alright?”

“Well keep your speculating to yourself, I think something is happening down below.”

She wasn’t wrong. Hermione cranes her neck as she tries to get a good look at just who’s coming out into the middle of the arena. It’s a rather odd place, the center of the stadium. Not like any sport’s arena Hermione’s ever seen, not even like a Quidditch Pitch, or any of the magical sports that she was tangentially aware of. It was just… strange. 

“Lady Veela and Honored Guests! Please, direct your attention to the center of the ring!”

There was quiet conversation going on all around them until that moment, but as soon as the veela announcer speaks up, every attendee in the stadium falls silent and turns their gaze down to the arena. Hermione finds it to be a little unnerving, even as she glances around for a second in confusion. There’s a lot of hungry looks on the veela attending the games. And every last one of them is female.

“We have quite the special event at this year’s Veela Games! It’s been a long time, but finally, after all these centuries, a Minister of Magic has managed to complete the Tests and renew the ancient pact! Which of course, makes him eligible as a contender!”

Hermione, Susan, and Daphne all jump in their seats as a massive cheer damn near shakes the stadium. The three beautiful witches look around with wide eyes as the veela all around them absolutely freak out, cheering loudly and raucously, hooting and hollering as they throw their hands in the air. 

“What the fuck.”

Daphne is saying what all of them are thinking, and Hermione just finds her curiosity even more piqued now. She HAS to know just what these Veela Games are supposed to entail. To that end, the bright young witch fingers her wand. It would be the absolute height of foolishness to cast any magic on anyone else in the stadium… but no one’s looking for someone casting spells on herself.

The piece of magic that Hermione uses is one she herself worked up after dissecting and studying one of the Weasley Twins’ extendable ears. Her own ears don’t suddenly elongate thankfully, but her hearing DOES increase exponentially as she tries to focus on the veela talking all around them.

“Can you believe it? A Minister of Magic completing all the tests, just like that? Do you think he cheated?”

“Hah! Must’ve. No big deal though, the Veela Games will see him set straight.”

“I suppose you’re right. I only hope that he goes down quick though. I’d rather spend some time watching the real beefy big muggles go at it, over some scrawny wizard. After all, those guys are the ones who train for this… even if they don’t know it.”

“No argument here, sister!”

Hermione’s eyes are wide as she reads into the small conversation she’s picked up. Listening to the other voices around them for at least a hundred feet out reveals much the same. All the veela are saying similar stuff. Harry… Harry might be the main event, but it’s apparent that he’s just supposed to be an appetizer for what’s to come. And what’s to come doesn’t sound very good at all.

Unfortunately, the brunette bookworm can’t do much but sit there feeling helpless as the veela announcer on the arena floor below lifts a hand up.

“And here he is now! Your Minister of Magic, your contender, Harry James Potter!”

She draws out each of his three names, and Hermione’s breath hitches as her best friend since childhood walks out from some out of sight tunnel, wearing a glistening robe… and nothing else as he steps up to meet the announcer. Harry has a confident, cocky smile on his face and Hermione can’t help but wonder if he truly knows what’s coming.

“Welcome, Minister Potter! Tell us, what do you think your chances of winning here are today?”

The announcer offers Harry the mike, and he doesn’t even lean in as his eyes slide across the stadium. His arms are crossed, and his gaze is rather solid. Eventually, his eyes land on her as well as the other two witches beside her. Hermione blinks as Harry winks at them all. Only then does he give his answer.

“Rather high, actually.”

Hermione just stares. He… does he know what’s coming? He seems confident… so he must know, right? All around her, the conversations that the veela are having turn rather irritated at Harry’s perceived confidence. Even the announcer snorts derisively and adopts a slightly mocking smile as she steps away from him.

“Very well… let us begin then. We’ll start you off easy, with something you’ve already managed before. Good luck Minister!”

And like that, the woman prances off the stage and in her place come Fleur and Gabrielle. Hermione’s eyes go wider still as the two part veela walk out onto the arena floor naked. The pair of them sway their hips this way and that, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. The veela in the stadium proceed to get LOUD as they call for the two beauties down on the stadium floor with Harry to show the human wizard ‘what for’.

Hermione, Susan, and Daphne all sit gobsmacked, watching as Fleur and Gabrielle sinks to their knees as one. At the same time, Harry undoes his robe and lets it slide from his shoulders, his hard cock popping free and quite nearly smacking both veela sisters in the face. There’s a resounding gasp from the crowd as they take in Harry’s cock size, and Hermione herself finds her jaw on the floor. Neither Fleur nor Gabrielle even hesitate though, almost as if they’re used to it by this point.

The part veela begin to lavish Harry’s cock with praise, only for Harry to in turn grab them by their silver blonde hair and take charge of the situation. What follows is what can only be called debauchery as Fleur and Gabrielle get throat-fucked, one after the other. Harry cums in both of their mouths and they swallow every last drop before he then allows them to go at his cock with their tits.

By the fourth release, there’s no more conversation going on around Hermione. Even with her enhanced hearing spell still in place, all she hears is the distant noises made by the people on the arena floor below, as Harry cums all over Gabrielle’s face, after doing the exact same with her older sister. The beautiful part veela find themselves more than a little dazed at that point, looking up at Harry with glazed over lust in their eyes.

Harry looks up towards someone that Hermione can’t see, and a moment later the veela announcer from before walks back out, looking mighty disgruntled.

“It would seem that Minister Potter has taken his first victory! No surprise there, with two young and untested part veela! We will c-gah!”

Harry’s hand closes in the beautiful veela’s hair and he abruptly drags her down to her knees, even as he plucks her magical microphone from her hand. Holding it to his lips, he speaks in a confident, smug tone.

“Do you think you can do better than your daughters did… Apolline Delacour?”

There’s a hush from the crowd and Hermione’s eyes go wider still. Of course the announcer had always looked similar to Fleur and Gabrielle, but then, half of the stadium looked like they could be related to the two beautiful part veela. There were a LOT of silver blondes on the edge of their seats at that point. Flushing red with shame, the veela announcer, now revealed to be Fleur and Gabrielle’s mother Apolline, scoffs as she turns to face Harry’s raging erection.

“O-Of course I can! What do you take me for?! I am-mmph!”

Harry shoves his member in without warning, and Apolline’s eyes go wide as she immediately begins to choke on it.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

The powerful young wizard fucks the older veela’s face right then and there, in front of EVERYONE. And to Hermione’s surprise, she finds herself enjoying the view. Even more, those around her are enjoying the view as well. When Harry finishes all over Apolline’s face and pushes her back to kneel beside her daughters, there’s an actual honest cheer from the crowd, even if it’s a bit quiet and a bit hesitant when compared to how the veela attendees had been earlier.

Harry looks at them all. He turns away from his three conquests and spreads his arms wide, with his dick still hanging out right then and there.

“Well? Are you not entertained?! Is this not what you wanted?! If any of YOU think that you can do better than these three… I invite you to try!”

There’s a beat of silence, and then veela begin to make their way down from the stands towards the Minister of Magic. For a moment, Hermione begins to worry… but she need not, because in the end Harry has it all under control, just as he always does. The veela women who present themselves to him kneel and take his cock into their mouth or between their tits without pause. Harry quite happily fucks them silly, cums down their throat or all over their face, and then moves onto the next.

It’s a veritable sea of people… and an outright flood of wizard seed, as Harry cums again and again and again. He’s almost inhuman as he does it, almost methodical in his complete and utter domination of veela after veela. They stop trying to fight it, they stop trying to fight HIM. It becomes less about being the one to finally put the Minister of Magic in his place, and more about being the next to get a load of his magical seed all over their face.

A shlicking sound causes Hermione to glance to her left. There, she finds Susan fingering herself to the sight before. Beyond her, Daphne isn’t much better, leaning forward in her seat as if she has half a mind to jump down there herself for a go at Harry. Hermione’s already blushing, but she only goes redder still as the whole thing continues on. This… this wasn’t what the bookworm was expecting when they were invited to attend a secretive, mysterious event.

But at the same time, she can’t help but enjoy the view. It’s all so very erotic, so very scandalous… and Hermione would be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn’t hopelessly turned on by it all, just as Susan and Daphne undoubtedly were. Ultimately, Harry finishes with most of the veela. It ends, not with him defeated, but with him victorious.

At some point during the proceedings, someone brings out this massive trophy cup. Veela who had been shamefully slurping down Harry’s cum until that point, begin to fill the trophy cup with his white, hot seed instead. Even with the first half of his loads drenching hair or swallowed down gullets, Harry’s cum overfills the massive golden chalice in no time at all, and at that point, he’s outright named the “Veela Games World Champion” whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.

Hermione’s not sure any of this is legitimate, but she doesn’t get much more of a chance to question things, as she and the rest of Harry’s party are called down to the arena proper. When Daphne, Susan and her are offered the ‘Great Honor’ to drink from the trophy cup alongside the Delacour women… well, Daphne and Susan leap at the chance of course, and once THEY’RE doing it, Hermione can’t very well say no, can she?

It’s not like she’s eager or anything, it’s not like she’s blushing as Harry looks at her with an unreadable expression on his face, his cum pouring down her throat as she gulps and gulps and gulps. In the end, Hermione is bright red by the time they’re all done and the Veela Games are ‘finished’.

It wasn’t what Hermione was expecting… but it wasn’t altogether unenjoyable either. She’d be happy to go again with Harry next year. Anything for the Minister of Magic…