Seductive Magic Ch. 5 (Patreon)

Harry peeked his head in through the door. Grimmauld's place was dark and quiet. Fleur and Nym knew to expect him, but he wouldn't be surprised if the two minxes were just waiting out in his room. The tranquil atmosphere was a good indication that Sirius was out, though, which he was glad for. Not that he didn't love spending time with his dogfather, but he was feeling very eager to try and master the second technique with the two sexy older witches.

He trudge quietly into the sitting room. Grimmauld's Place was home, and Sirius had made sure that every single nook and cranny exclaimed that fact. The walls were lined with photographs from throughout Harry's life, from a five year old Harry blowing out candles on a cake to a ten year old Harry straddling a broom. Harry remembered that day, Sirius had had to hound him for hours, and Harry had gotten on the broom only for as long as it took to snap the picture before hopping off.

It had been a strange childhood, in a sense, with Harry being ever so serious and his guardian acting more like a toddler at times, but upon reflection, Harry had been raised with love, and Sirius had been the best father figure Harry could have hoped for. 

He really needed to do something extra nice for the old dog's birthday this year.

Harry walked into the kitchen, where the portrait of Walburga Black glared hatefully at him from the parlor, though that was all she could do. For years, they had tried and failed to tear the portrait down, to no avail. Then, in one of his earliest strokes of genius, an eight year old Harry had come up with the idea of using magical paint to modify the portrait.

Now, Walburga Black's mouth was eternally gagged, her hands tied with rope and her lip forever sporting a thin, wispy mustache. It was tradition now that every year, Sirius would add one new element to his mother's now farcical portrait.

Harry tiptoed his way towards the stairs, casting a quick silencing charm on his feet. He thought that Sirius wasn't home, but one could never be sure…

“It wasn't your fault, pup.”

Harry jumped. Spinning around in place to face a very smug looking godfather.

“Goddamnit, Sirius!” 

Sirius laughed, “Pro tip, Harry, next time you're planning a secret rendezvous, make sure your partners in crime know how to keep things under wraps. The way those two were moving around all day looking giddy, It wasn't hard for me to put two and two together.”

“Are you going to tell Dumbledore on me, old man?” 

Sirius dramatically clutched his chest with both hands. “Fuck, Harry! That hurt enough for me to actually consider doing it. No, pup, old uncle Padfoot just wants a few minutes of your time before we both go off to have our fun. I have a life too, you know? Pulled some young tail in the muggle world and she's got some friends with a lot of moxie and not enough sense. And their tits are-”

Harry waved his hands frantically. “I don't need to know any of this, Padfoot!”

Sirius grinned before nodding towards the kitchen island. “Let's talk for a moment.”

They moved quietly as they pulled up to the stools. Sirius had taken great joy in destroying the centuries old mahogany dinner table that had once been the centerpiece of his mother's dining room, but Andi had successfully harangued him into replacing it with a deeply rich walnut table that was just as grand. 

That table only ever saw use during big gatherings. Even after Nym.and Fleur had moved in, every mealtime at Grimmauld's took place around the much cozier kitchen island, atop some very muggle metal stools.

“Listen, I know I'm never one to be serious-”

Harry rolled his eyes as Sirius grinned, both silently acknowledging the old joke. 

“But I'm here for you, Harry. I know there's stuff that happened at the graveyard that you haven't talked about. Whenever you feel ready, I'm here to listen. I know it feels like you're carrying the weight of the world on you, but you're not doing this alone. Me, Dumbledore, Andi, those minxes of yours, we're all here for you, Harry.”

Harry remained quiet. He appreciated Sirius' words, but what could he tell him? He couldn't reveal the lengths he was going to, what he'd done and what he was yet to do. He knew Sirius would be understanding, eventually anyways, but he didn't want to put that on his godfather's shoulders. 

“Thank you, Sirius. I appreciate it, I really do. I… I don't think I'm ready to talk about the graveyard, but I know you'll be by my side, I know I'm not alone. I promise, when I'm ready, I'll talk.”

Sirius nodded. He knew that was all he was going to get out of Harry, and he knew not to push. He hopped off the stool and slapped Harry on the back.

“Well, I'm off. Have fun, Harry, don't do anything I wouldn't do.” He winked.

Harry cringed. “You're being weird again.”

Sirius chuckled. “You still going to be here tomorrow?”

“I'm here the whole weekend.”

Sirius whistled. “I knew you had some James in you!” He reached out and ruffled his hair. Harry grumbled as he pulled back, and he sent the old dog a baleful look as the man laughed all the way to the fireplace.

Harry watched Sirius disappear in a plume of green flame before he made his way upstairs with no care to mask his presence, figuring the girls had been alerted to his arrival by now.

Harry walked down the narrow hallway. The master bedroom was at the end, and Harry's was to the right. He leaned on the door, turned the knob and pushed it open as softly as he could manage. 

He peered into the room, only to find it dark and empty. Harry strained his eyes, thinking he'd perhaps make out some lumps on the bed, but as he took a step inside, his bed was made flat.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a firm tug at his collar. He was pulled out out of the room, and as he began to resist the grip, he was pushed against the wall by another pair of hands.

“Tut, tut. All that combat training, and you were taken by surprise so easily.” Nym shook her head.

“Perhaps he has gone soft on us.” Fleur purred in that perfectly sinful french accent of hers. She ran her hands down his chest, eliciting a shudder as her baby soft palms grazed him through his shirt. 

Harry could feel his blood rush southward as he took in the view. Fleur was wearing a silky white nightgown that tightly hugged her voluptuous curves. Her generous breasts looked ready to spill out from the material, and the bottom hugged the round shape of her ass before hanging down to her feet. With the exquisite silk gleaming and clinging to her form, she looked like the goddess Aphrodite herself.

Nym, meanwhile, had gone with a striking pink kimono with floral patterns. The flowing garment was untied, loosely draping over her nipples while leaving nothing else to the imagination. Nym's breasts were slightly larger than Fleur's and her ass even plumper. It seemed that Nym had consciously chosen to appear as MILFy as possible, almost resembling her mother. Her pink hair, was in a long bob,  though part of it was tied up in the messiest bun possible. It was more windswept than his, appearing as if she'd just rolled out of bed, and looking all the sexier because of it.

“Cat got your tongue? Don't tell me a few months at Hogwarts has sent you back to square one.” Tonks said.

Harry snapped out of it, blinking away his stupefaction and reaching out to tightly cup both women's asses, causing them to squeal as he pulled them towards himself.

“Actually, I'm here to show you just how much I've learned.”

“Those are fighting words, ‘Arry. But can you back them up?” Fleur asked sultrily. She leaned forward, and Harry shuddered as her wet hot tongue ran up the side of his face before Fleur inserted it into his ear, swirling it about. Harry rubbed and squeezed their asses as he caught Nym smirking at him from his peripheral vision.

“Its two on one, lover boy, and Fleur and I have been practicing too.” She slid her nose across the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply before latching her lips onto his pulse point and sucking.

Harry allowed them to be in control for now. He was propped up against the wall, their hands roaming all over his body as he continued to massage the thick jelly of their bums. Fleur pulled back from his ear and dragged her lips across his face. Harry turned his head to meet her in a fierce kiss. 

Four hands roamed all over his body. In all the delirium, as Fleur slipped her tongue in his mouth and Nym sucked harder on his neck, Harry could tell where Fleur was touching because her touch was feathery soft, while Nym regularly scraped and pinched him with sharp nails, forcing him to gasp into Fleur's kiss. Fleur smirked into the kiss, and she nudged his head to the other side, where she seamlessly passed him over to Nym, who bit down on his lower lip before sucking his tongue into her mouth.

They were a pair of succubi, working in tandem to overwhelm him. They weren't playing fair, either, each grinding their pussies onto his thighs, letting the scent of their arousal build up around them. 

They were undressing him as well, slowly, as their hands slid all over his body and they shifted around him, Harry felt his shirt fall off his back and his pants suddenly pool at his ankles. Then, a pair of hands snaked down under his boxers, wrapping tightly around his rock-hard mast.

Fleur nibbled at his jawline before giggling throatily, “You are not putting up much of a fight.”

Harry broke his kiss of with Nym, lips already red and bruised, “I just wanted to give you girls a fighting chance.”

Harry swiped his middle fingers across their cunts, collecting just enough of their slick dew to be able to slip them in through their backdoors.

Fleur and Nym both gasped as Harry pushed in up to the second knuckle, their canals squeezing tightly around the long digit.

“You're gonna have to do better than that, Harry.” Nym said as she and Fleur began to stroke his shaft in synchronized movement, with Nym jerking him off near the base while Fleur jerked and twisted her palm around his head, the bottom of her palm pushing against his sensitive crown.

It was an expert double handjob that would have had Harry's legs shaking before, but now, he was able to withstand it even as Nym's other hand drifted down to cup and lightly squeeze his balls.

Harry smirked as the girls resumed kissing either side of his face, likely thinking he was putty in their hands. 

He let his magic flow, allowing his finget to rapidly vibrate inside their bums.

“FUCK!”

“MERDE!”

They yelped, hands squeezing his cock hard, though thankfully Nym still had enough presence of mind not to do the same to his balls. The girls stumbled, knees wobbling as Harry's fingers drove them to a sudden, unexpected orgasm.

Harry felt the splash of girlcum on his thighs as he cut off the magic.

“What the fuck was that?” Nym asked, letting go of his cock as her hands went to rub her bum. Fleur did the same, and Harry took the opportunity to fully kick off his trousers and boxers.

“I'll explain later. You always told me you were more of a hands on learner, right?”

Nym sputtered, turning to look at Fleur, who was still massaging her asscheeks. “We've created a monster.”

Harry grabbed both girls by the arm and pulled them into the bedroom. He tossed Tonks onto the bed and pulled Fleur close to him, running his hands down her sides.

“This gown feels really nice.” He said.

“It'll feel even better when you take it off, mon amour.” 

Harry licked his lips as Fleur hiked her gown up and he grabbed the hem, both of them pulling it up and over her body.

He wasn't sure who tossed the silky material off into the distance, he was far too hypnotized by the way Fleur's large tits bounced. She'd been his first lover, and yet seeing her perfect porcelain body in all its glory still left him as awestruck as the first time.

“You like what you see, ‘Arry?” She wiggled her hips, her thighs jiggling and her ass shaking, the little glimpses he caught of it from the front driving him mad. “And I'm all natural, too, no need for any silly enhancements.”

“I'm as natural as you.” Tonks crawled up the bed, kimono still hanging loosely on her body, “Don't be mad just cause my magic is better than yours.” 

Fleur scoffed. “Hardly.” 

Always one to take charge, Tonks grabbed onto his bum and pulled him forward. She held her mouth open and greedily took his cock into her waiting mouth. Her wild pink hair draped over her face as she bobbed her head on his cock. Fleur tisked, “Always so inelegant.” She fell to her knees and slid her tongue along the side of his shaft before going down to his balls, sucking one into her mouth.

Harry ran his hands though their hair as conversation shifted from verbal to visual, with them shooting him sultry, sexy looks as they worshipped his cock. Tonks’ blowjob was sloppy and wet, with loud glurks every time his cock hit the back of her throat. Fleur popped one of his balls from out of her mouth and squeezed her tits together, pressing her rock-hard nipples onto him as she rubbed her breasts on his shaft.

Nym finally stopped what she was doing, pulling back from his cock, a line of drool connecting her mouth to his tip breaking off and falling onto her tits. “I can do that better, blondie.” She shrugged the kimono back until her bountiful breasts were fully exposed.

Harry turned and sat on the bed to facilitate their efforts as both witches set themselves on either side of him.

“You can imitate, but you cannot replicate.” Fleur said as she wrapped her breasts around his shaft. Tonks did the same on the other side with her heftier tits, and Harry's cock was fully encased in fluffy pillows of heavenly flesh.

“Tell her, Harry, mine feel way softer.” Nym said as she squeezed her tits and rubbed them up and down his shaft. The two women sent each other burning looks, but the lack of real heat in their exchange was evident in the way they rubbed their nipples against each other, and they only continued to mash their tits closer and closer together with Harry's cock trapped in the middle.

Harry's cock twitched as its breast prison jerked it up and down, causing a constant stream of pre-cum to leak from his tip and down onto them. Then the tandem tit-job settled. Nym and Fleur shared a smoldering look before looking down at the head of Harry's cock, still leaking transparent liquid, only the very tip exposed while the rest was completely engulfed by breast meat.

Fleur leant forward first and gave his head a lick. Then Nym followed right after. Soon, both women were working in unison, slurping at his cockhead together.

Harry hadn't planned on cumming. But the best laid plans of mice and men were very easily upset by things beyond their control. Fleur and Nym locked lips around his crown and began to snog each other, his cockhead in the middle of their swirling tongues.

Harry tried, he really did, but the sight of the two succubi snogging and the sensation of their tongues dancing on his head and their tits warming his shaft was too much. He erupted, a geyser of cum shooting off and spraying their mouths and faces as the girl's kiss became sloppier and sloppier.

When all was said and done, Fleur and Nym each had streaks of cum running down their faces, with one rope dangling precariously on Nym's bangs. The girls did not let up, snowballing the cum as they continued to kiss and suck on his head.

Harry shuddered, willing the sensitivity to go away until the girls finally pulled back, each giving his head a final big smooch beforehand.

“I guess we won.” Tonks said as she pulled back from Harry's crotch. 

“Oui, we should celebrate.” Fleur said.

Both girls stood up from the bed. Harry scooted back and propped himself up on the pillow. Fleur and Nym had their hands on each other's hips. They began to sway sexily from side to side, dancing to music no one could hear yet all of them could feel as they began to lick Harry's cum off of each other. They gave him quite a show, grinding their sexes together and rubbing their tits as they licked and kissed. Throughout it all, Nym's kimono was hanging on for dear life but remained on, and Harry found it made the scene all the sexier.

His cock was rock hard again, and he remembered that he'd come here for a reason, a reason that wasn't just a weekend full of debauchery with two gorgeous older witches. 

Harry stood up and walked over to them while they were still snogging. He grabbed Fleur and walked her back against the wall. He lifted up her right leg, bending it against his chest as he spread her lips open. He rubbed his cock against her slit as Fleur watched on hungrily.

“He picked me first.” 

Nym pushed up against Harry's back, her breasts mushing up onto him and her hot sex wetting his bum. “Appetizer goes before the main course, doesn't it?”

Harry stopped Fleur from responding by pushing into her pussy, his cock spreading her inner walls with its thick girth as the veela mewled sexily, pressing her nose onto the crook of his neck.

Harry firmly gripped Fleur's hips, helping her keep balance on one foot as he started fucking her, flesh slapping flesh as he slammed home. Harry's cock pounded her silky veela pussy, which gushed and squeezed around him in a way that no normal pussy could. When Fleur's cunt squeezed, it was like it twisted as well, drooling walls doing their best to extract their payload from his balls.

Behind him, Nym wantonly ground herself against him, keeping herself hot and bothered as she waited her turn. Harry kept on rutting into Fleur, letting her pleasure build up with each thrust his man-meat. Then, he cleared his mind and connected to his magic, he recalled the vibration, the frequency that had worked so well with his fingers. He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his crotch, visualizing a shockwave of electricity flowing from his core down onto his cock.

For a moment, he thought he'd failed, but then, he felt it.

“Fuck!” He snapped as his cock began to vibrate at high frequency. It took him off guard with how strong it was and how it made him feel. His teeth actually rattled a bit, and If he hadn't cum recently, he would have blown his wad at that moment. But he was able to control himself and focus the vibration.

Fleur's screams were getting muffled against his neck, the usually composed veela, who even in the throes of passion moved like a confident enchantress, was thrashing jerkily about. Harry could feel her walls collapsing around his cock, her nerve endings going haywire as they could not comprehend the sensation they were being subjected to. Fleur threw her head back with a snap.

Her hands gripped his shoulder hard, and then Harry felt a jolt of pain as hands turned to claws.

Fleur had transformed. Partially. Feathers sprouted around her arm and her facial features become sharper, more avian. Harry felt a growing heat that he knew wasn't just from their passionate embrace, but he didn't stop, thrusting forward a bit to push his vibrating cock up against Fleur's cervix.

She screamed even louder now, gibberish sprouting from her throat as her arms fully turned to wings and her mouth became a beak. Harry felt the leg he'd been propping up turn thin and scaly.

Fleur's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she exploded like a gusher, flooding his cock with levels of girl-cum that Harry had not thought possible.

Finally, he ceased the vibration. He tried as gently as he could to pull out of Fleur, but the veela ended up stumbling and falling to the floor anyway, curling up into a ball.

Nym gasped from behind him. Fleur was curled up in a growing pool of juices which ran a strange, violet colour. Harry inhaled, and he was buffeted by a smell he couldn't place but that made his cock achingly hard, almost to the point of it being painful. 

Not only that, but as Fleur took gaping breaths and her body rocked, still wracked by an overwhelming orgasm, Harry could see something peeking out between her legs.

It was slight, but her pussy had actually prolapsed, raw, red, and throbbing, Harry had pulled her vagina out of place and the entrance to Fleur's womb was now squeezed between her thighs.

“What the hell just happened?” Nym said in equal parts, shock, awe and fear.

Harry himself was a bit shaken up, not having expected any of what had just happened, but he had a job to finish, he turned around to face her, hands sinking into her large tits, groping and twisting at the nipples as he pushed Nym back onto the bed. “We can figure that out later, Nym. First, I think I have something you need.”

Nym fell onto the bed with a huff and raised her head. “I'm not even sure if I want it anymore.” She half-joke, though she still dutifully hiked her legs up on Harry's shoulders as he knelt in front of her.

Nym had made her belly soft and her pussy lips fat. Harry slapped his cock against her clit a few times and the pink-haired vixen bit her lip. The cum on her hair had dried, her body glistening with sweat and fluids. The kimono was splayed out behind her, its pink floral pattern making her look like an incredible piece of art.

“You can back out if you want.” Harry taunted.

Nym's face scrunched up in defiance. “Please, I'm made of tougher stuff than frenchie is. Do your worst.”

Harry nudged his cock against her lips, letting the head slowly spread the petals of her flower, forcing it to bloom, before pushing it in with a mighty thrust.

“Fuck!” Nym moaned as Harry dived face first onto her chest and buried his face into her pillowy breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head as Harry drilled his cock into her.

Nym pressed a kiss onto the top of his head as Harry jack-hammered her pussy, choosing force over finesse as Tonks used her powers to squeeze around his shaft, tightening up and maximizing both his and her pleasure. 

Every thrust made her brain rattle, each battering ram strike at the bottom of her pussy left her reeling deliciously, and each sloppy suck and bite on her breasts from Harry was the perfect accent to that main course.

But Nym could handle it. She could ride out the waves of pleasure and match them. She continued to adjust her pussy, widening her cervix so that when Harry next thrust into her, his cockhead slipped right into her womb.

Harry's moans tickled her tits. Nym giggled, she closed her womb and cunt tight now, very tight, tight enough that Harry was unable to pull back at all. Nym's laughter continued as her breasts expanded and she held Harry's head tight.

Harry jerked his hips back, but they wouldn't budge. Nym's pussy and womb had him completely trapped. Nym began to massage his cock with her pussy, wrenching and twisting her womb around his head like a bolt on a screw. She had never done anything like this before, but ever since she'd started this crazy relationship with Harry and Fleur, she'd been inspired to experiment, and she'd been wanting to spring this one on Harry for a while now.

She purred as Harry stopped struggling. She would continue her massage until Harry came directly into her womb, and then she'd be able to smile smugly at Fleur for the rest of the night.

It wasn't their fault, she was older, more mature, craftier. They'd have to wake up pretty early put one over Nymmy To-

The vibrations came out of nowhere, and Tonks had no time to prepare. One moment, she was in control, the next, her very womb was being obliterated from the inside out. It was like she'd been plunged into a dream world, she instantly lost all sensation on her limbs, lost all control of her morphing as the eruption in her core grew exponentially.

She had cum before she'd even had time to register it, and now she was going even further, she was ascending into a higher plane as the cock inside of her vibrated in a divine frequency, a frequency that Nym swore she could hear, or perhaps that was just the ringing in her ear growing louder and louder.

“Hah!” Harry grunted in triumph as Tonks came undone under him. He pulled back, her arms no longer able to hold him down, and leaned back while pushing his hips inward. Tonks’ entire body was shaking, and Harry could see that same, purplish fluid seeping out between their joined sexes.

Something to look further into.

But right now, he focused, he focused on ceasing the vibration, because what he hadn't been expecting was the sheer force of will required in using it.

He managed to stop it, and the moment he did, he blew his load. His head was still lodged inside of Nym's womb, and so he spurted shot after shot of his gunky cum right there in her baby factory. 

Suddenly, his legs felt heavy. Using the technique in quick succession took a lot out of him, and he knew for a fact he wouldn't be able to go again for the rest of the night.

Thankfully, Fleur and Nym looked to be out of commission for a good while too. He still had two more days, two days in which he could continue practicing and building up his stamina.

As he rolled over to the side, he dragged Nym with him. The passed out metamorphmagus, her stubborn kimono still clinging onto her form, was still trappin his cock inside of her womb. 

Harry tried to move, but it was a tight squeeze and he felt weak. He glanced over at Fleur, who was soundly sleeping on the floor, and knew there wasn't much he could do to get her onto the bed.

He decided to just let himself relax. He wasn't sleepy, surprisingly, but he was physically exhausted. With every breath he took, his core burned as if he'd finished an intense ab-workout.

For now, he had a thick pink-haired witch effectively knotted up with him. He would wait for them to recover, as he was sure they had many questions, though Harry had quite a few of his own now.

…

“My apologies.” Professor Umbridge sniffed, rubbing at her eyes. “It brings a tear to my eye, seeing Hogwarts’ greatest and brightest answer my call.”

She was such a fascinating woman. Daphne wondered whether she let up the act in private, or if she'd internalized it to the point where this character, this delusional toad of a woman, had become indistinguishable from whatever Dolores Umbridge had once been.

It didn't matter. She was useful, and best of all, she thought she was using them to further her goals, which would make her all the more malleable.

Gathered within the harsh confines of her blaringly pink office were about a dozen of the so-called ‘best’ and ‘brightest’. Outside of herself and Pansy, there was Draco, Flint, Montague, Warrington, Crabbe and Goyle. 

Shockingly, it wasn't all just Slytherins. There were a few Ravenclaws and even a pair of Hufflepuffs. It seemed that the ministry propaganda painting Potter and Dumbledore as lunatics wasn't as ineffective as she had thought. 

“Now then, I've been granted special powers to oversee the school. Among us, there are those who spread lies. Terrible, insipid lies, lies that threaten the stability of our civilized order. I will not name any names, but I'm certain you know who I'm referring to.”

Smirks and chuckles were shared all around. Daphne remained unmoved, arms crossed, she wanted to get to the good part already.

“With this new power granted to me, I have chose to deputize you, our most distinguished students, to help keep order against those who wish to sow chaos. You will be a part of my Inquisitorial Squad. You will have the power to freely grant and deduct house points, you will supersede the prefects, and you can dispense detentions at your leisure. You also have full discretion to search and seize any contraband. Violations of privacy-” her eyes lit up with glee, “Are not a thing that exist in this context. Do what you must to ensure order is retained.”

She had just given a room full of psychopaths carte blanche to terrorize their peers. Warrington and Flint looked particularly chuffed, punching each other on the arm as they laughed darkly, already plotting on how they would abuse their power.

Daphne kicked Draco on the back of the knee. The boy yelped as he stumbled forward, reaching back to massage the injured area.

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy?” 

Draco stiffened as he recovered, looking back up at the High Inquisitor.

“Madam, I wish to lead the charge against Potter. I know how he thinks, how he operates, and I've already heard several rumours that I wish to investigate.”

“Rumours, Mr. Malfoy? What kind of rumours?”

Draco was sweating. “I cannot yet say, madam, I want to wait until I bring you something concrete.”

Umbridge looked miffed, but she contemplated Draco for a moment. “Something I can hang him with?”

He nodded. “Yes ma'am.”

She smiled. “Very well, Mr. Malfoy, I will give you a few days, but you better not disappoint me.”

Draco shook his head. “Of course not, ma'am.”

Umbridge clapped her hands. “I believe that will be it for now.” She waved her wand, and black badges flew from a box on her desk, pinning themselves onto each of their robes. 

“You all have my confidence, now go! Go and restore order!”

…

“Ah! Fuck!” Harry hissed softly as he settled down gingerly on a kitchen stool. Below him was a conjured ice pack, which he gently settled his nutsack on.

It was hours later, around two in the morning, and the three battered lovers were licking their wounds.

Harry's balls ached, and he didn't even want to touch his cock. Nym refused to sit, and she was glaring daggers at him while Fleur busied herself in the kitchen.

“What?” Harry asked. Hadn't the book said this would make women more submissive?

Nym was practically bent over on the counter, waving her hand at her crotch as she fanned as much fresh air as she could manage onto it. “My pussy still feels like its been clubbed by a troll and its been two hours, I think I have a right to be upset.”

Harry smiled sheepishly, though he still felt the need to test out the supposed ‘effects’ the technique had. Out of impulse, he reared back and, before Nym had time to react, gave her a loud, powerful slap on the ass.

She yelped as she straightened up, glaring daggers at him once more, but when Harry put his arms around her shoulders, she rested her head on his neck.

“Prat.” She nudged her nose on his skin.

Fleur returned from the pantry with a plate carrying several croissants. Harry raised an eyebrow and the veela smiled.

“I have helped them see the light of my superior cuisine.” She set the plate down on the table. Some of the croissants were stuffed with chocolate, while others were dripping a vanilla cream.

Fleur picked one of them up. “This is how you left us, no?” She giggled as she bit into it, a smudge of white cream splashing on the corner of her mouth.

She made to sit, but the moment her bottom touched the stool she hopped up, red-faced.  

Harry and Nym reached out and grabbed some croissants, stuffing their faces as Fleur rounded the corner and idled up on Harry's other side, cuddling up to him.

“So.” Nym said as she brushed some flakes of pastry from her mouth. “Where the hell did all that come from?”

Harry swallowed. He had kept secrets from Sirius. But he didn't think he could do the same to them.

“It was… sort of the reason I came here.”

Fleur pouted. “And here we thought you were desperate to see us. You wound me, mon amour.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he adjusted the ice pack on his crotch. “It was pleasure as much as it was business, believe me. Anyways… I err… well maybe we want to be more comfortable for this.”

They finished their late night snack and moved on to the sitting room, where they all lay themselves down gingerly onto the plush sofas, and Harry launched into his explanation.

The details about the graveyard, the book, what he'd done to the DA contract, everything.

When he was finished, he sat tensely, awaiting the girl's response, dreading their judgment.

Nym and Fleur definitely looked serious, almost disturbed.

“This is some freaky shit you've uncovered, Harry. Sex magic… the dark lady uses sex magic.” Nym said. “It's almost like being a muggleborn and finding out about magic for the first time.”

“I will talk to my mother, but veela have no indices of this type of thing. We have our allure and our beauty, that is it.”

“I still think you guys are connected to it, somehow. If that man from Constantinople was able to erase an entire branch of magic from existence, the origin of the veela race might be included in that.”

“What about the purple cum?” Nym asked. “What was that all about?”

Harry shook his head. When it had happened to Fleur, he'd assumed it was a veela thing, but it had happened to Nym as well. “No clue. Like I said, the book only reveals things to me piecemeal, when I go back to Hogwarts, it'll probably only feed me another small paragraph.”

“But she has a lot of that knowledge as well.” Nym said, her voice contemplative.

Harry frowned. “Tonks. Don't get any crazy ideas.”

She waved him off. “I'm not saying I'll infiltrate them, you dolt, I'm just saying, both of mum's sisters joined her, maybe she has some information, as unlikely as it is.”

“It is worth an attempt.” Fleur said. “For now, we need to rest. Tomorrow, we will keep training that technique of yours so that it doesn't tire you so.”

Harry quirked an eyebrow. “You're going to be very sore by the end of the weekend.”

Both women smiled. “Then you will have to spend much time pampering us as well to make up for it.” Fleur said.

Harry laughed, though it was stopped short as he looked at them once more. “And the contract? What I did with the Defense Association…”

Both of them instantly reached out, placing their hands on his arms and soothing him. “This is war, Harry. I quit the auror department, not just because your godfather paid me, but because-”

“Harry's dick is so magnificent.” Fleur purred.

“Because I saw enough to know that our Ministry is not built to handle this. This war, this conflict, it needs to be taken care of by any means necessary. You're not enslaving them, just making sure they're loyal.”

“Almost as loyal as us.” Fleur kissed his jawline.

“Guilt will just weight you down. We're yours, Harry, and whatever needs to be done to make sure we come out of this alive, we'll do it.”

Harry let out a breath, a weight lifting from his chest as he sat back on the sofa.

Tonks smiled. “Now come on, let's go to bed, I don't want that old dog stumbling around all drunk and waking us up.”