Bonds of Servitude Ch. 22 (Patreon)

Apolline stretched awake, the nearby fluttering of wings having stirred her from her restful sleep.

She yawned as she arched her back, her voluptuous figure being hugged by the fine silk sheets. She would give it to Lady Malfoy, she did not subscribe to the usual british tendency of using only ‘rustic’ materials.

The praise was limited, though, as when Apolline opened her eyes, they were once more assaulted by the garish, overly elaborate multi-color pattern on the sheet itself, made much more egregious by the sunlight flooding in through the window.

It really had been quite a shock, when Narcissa had shown her this room, with the leopard print armchair in the corner and the embossed golden cherub lamp on the nightstand turning the room into a bizarre clown show, making Apolline wonder if this was some sort of joke she was just not getting.

She got up from the bed and let the sheets fall off, letting her gorgeous naked body breathe. She walked over to the balcony, sliding the glass door open and walking out to greet the small barn owl perched on the balustrade.

The morning air was chilly, and Apolline found that she enjoyed it, enjoyed the way it bristled her skin and caused her nipples to instantly harden.

She reached out to the owl, petting its face with the back of her index finger as she took the letter that was attached to its leg. Veela were avian creatures, and so they had an affinity for birds, especially fellow birds of prey. 

There were owl treats stashed in the nightstand, but Apolline would not insult her little friend like that. She'd made sure to kill a mouse the night before, which she summoned from the nightstand and handed to the happy little owl.

As the owl swallowed the mouse whole, Apolline noticed a pink haired teenager walking, with a garden gnome of all things, down on the grounds. She was taken aback by the bizarre sight, but pushed it away as she opened Fleur's letter. It was blank, and Apolline had to prick her finger and dot a few droplets of blood onto the parchment for the ink to appear.

Mother,

I apologize for the delay, but circumstances prevented me from composing this letter until the very early morning.

I have successfully joined Slytherin house, and more than that, I have ingratiated myself into Darcia Malfoy's group.

I have been in our king's presence, mother. The experience is indescribable, it overwhelms the senses just to breathe same air as him. It only solidifies my resolve to complete our mission.

There is some sort of conflict between Malfoy and others in this school. They believe that it will escalate. It should be no issue at all, it can only help in furthering our goals.

I must warn you, mother. They have these things called ‘Goo-Gooblers’. I am not sure if they are present only at Hogwarts, but if you were to be offered one, do not accept it. It affects us very strongly and leaves us very weak and vulnerable.

I will keep you informed of my progress. 

Love, Fleur.

Apolline folded the parchment, eyebrow raised as her curiosity had been piqued by the last paragraph.

She had spent some time with Ladies Malfoy, Bones, Greengrass and Parkinson. The cream of the British pureblood crop. It hae been pleasant enough, and in another life, Apolline could have seen herself building a genuine friendship with these women. 

They'd shared drinks, and Apolline had noticed a few of the ladies popping some small pills into their mouths. She thought it strange, but had chosen not to comment on it. 

She went to the en-suite bathroom and took a nice, long shower before getting dressed, having brought an entire wardrobe in her endless bag. After donning something both comfortable and highly fashionable, she made her way down the stairs.

Chateau Black was an interesting place. She could see the similarities to castles she had visited in the north of France. She suspected it must have been built before the hundred year's war, when English noblemen still identified as French.

She walked down the stairs, remembering every detail of Narcissa's tipsy little tour as she'd led her to her room the previous night. 

When she reached the kitchen, she was met with yet another strange sight. A crotchety old man was hunched over, glaring daggers at a baby girl in a high chair, who was staring blankly back at him.

“Child, you are a scion of House Black. This means that you have responsibilities, and part of those responsibilities is to eat the nutritious breakfast your head of house has so generously prepared for you!”

Arcturus straightened up and crossed his arms, expecting the child to closely consider his words and conclude that he was indeed correct.

The baby did no such thing, she pulled her thumb out of her mouth and smashed her stubby fingers on the side of the bowl of oatmeal. Arcturus snarled, snatching the bowl before it could spill over. 

“What an insolent child! Your mother has clearly been lacking in her discipline. Something I will have to correct.”

Baby Cass reached out with her chubby hands and grabbed onto her great-great-grandfather's index finger, giggling as she looked up at him with wide, innocent green eyes.

The old man's lip twitched. “That will not work on me, child.”

Cassie shot the man a toothless smile.

Arcturus let out a huff. “Fine, I will make you some pudding. But you will eat your porridge soon after!”

Arcturus reached out and lifted the baby off the high chair, his nose scrunching up as he smelled something rancid.

“Do you think me your own personal house elf? This is the third time you've soiled yourself this morning.” He placed Cass on the table and moved to change her diaper, when he finally caught a glance of the blonde woman in his peripheral vision.

Arcturus stiffened, though he did not jump, and simply straightened himself out as he once more became the rigid old lord.

“You must be Narcissa's guest.” He said.

Apolline smiled politely at the old man. “I must say, I have never seen such an involved grandparent.”

“Yes, well, the future of my house rests on her shoulders.” Arcturus lied.

He was saved any further awkwardness, as at that moment, Narcissa walked down the stairs while Nymphadora and Tom walked in through the door, accompanied by Rita.

“I just feel like you should give me a heads up the next time you're planning a massacre in Knockturn Alley. That bastard Lawrence was first man on the scene and stole the scoop.” 

Nymphadora rolled her eyes. “Rita, have you considered the fact that if you start getting the inside scoops on my business every time, people might start thinking you have a connection?”

Rita arched an eyebrow. “Good point. Still, a bone here and there would be nice.”

Nym shook her head. “Insatiable.”

“You're one to talk.” Narcissa said from across the room.

Nym acknowledged her aunt and waved at Apolline. “Wotcher. You must be the veela lady.”

“Apolline Delacour.”

“Nymmy Potter-Black-Tonks.” Nym said with a grin as she took her daughter from her grandfather's arms, making a face as she sniffed the air. “She pooped her diaper, gramps.”

“I was getting to that.” Arcturus said.

“Potter?” Apolline questioned the girl. 

“Oh, well, its a bit complicated.” Narcissa said.

“Not that complicated.” Tonks said as she placed Cassie down to change her diaper. “That's my stud of a lover's last name, and I'm his in every way that matters and then some.” 

Apolline's eyes widened as she put two and two together. This girl had been sleeping with the king. That had been expected, it had been expected for all of them to be doing so. But if this child was hers…

Apolline looked at baby Cassie with renewed interest while Narcissa coughed. “I hope this doesn't-”

“It does not bother me at all.” Apolline said as she tore her eyes from the child. “Thank you for allowing me to stay with you, Narcissa.”

“Stay as long as you wish, please.” Narcissa said.

Rita cut in. “I don't mean to pry-”

“You do.” 

Rita glared at Arcturus before looking back at Narcissa. “As I was saying… why exactly are you choosing to stay in England? I researched you pretty thoroughly, and you seem to have a pretty busy social calendar back in France.”

Narcissa glared at Rita. “I would appreciate it if you don't obsessively stalk my guests, Rita.” 

“The woman can't help herself. She's trash through and through.” Arcturus said.

Tom snorted, shaking his head fondly at the scene before him.

Apolline eyed the gnome strangely before clearing her throat. “It is quite fine, I do not take offense. You are a journalist, no? It is natural for you to want to dig into things. The truth is, besides my daughter's schooling, there is another reason for my presence in England.”

“Oh?” Narcissa quirked an eyebrow. 

“Well, it is a complicated story, but I have been tasked with searching for a long lost relic of the veela nation. It is nothing more than a fool's errand, but I owe it to my elders to make an attempt.”

“Long lost relic?” Both Nymphadora and Rita perked up.

Apolline nodded. “Yes. Legends say that it was last seen here. It is very doubtful that those ancient rumors are true, and yet here I am.”

“Rumors usually have some truth to them.” Rita said.

“Ancient relic. That sounds pretty valuable.” Tonks said as she rocked Cassie in her arms. “You know, if you're going to be searching for it, you're gonna need some local help, right?” 

“Nymphadora.” Narcissa and Arcturus warned.

Tonks put a hand up. “No profit motive here. I just want to help.” 

‘And get myself an in with the veela’ She thought.

“I would like that.” Apolline said. “If its not too much of a bother.”

“Oh, It won't be a bother at all!”

…

“Mr. Potter!”

Harry's head snapped to the front of the class, where Bellatrix was sending him a cross look, hands on her hips.

“Y-Yes, Be-Professor Black?”

“What exactly has you so distracted that you're unable to pay attention in my class?” Bella asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she looked at the boy expectantly.

Harry swallowed, shooting a side glance at Daphne, who acted completely unfazed, as if she hadn't been jerking him off under the table the entire duration of the class, teasing and edging him the whole way through.

Having no response, Harry just bowed his head. “I’m sorry, professor.”

Bellatrix clicked her tongue. “That'll be detention with me tonight, Mr. Potter.”

Harry frowned. “I can't do detention tonight, professor.”

“Oh? And why is that?” 

“I already have detention tonight with An- with Professor Black.”

Bellatrix frowned, then pouted and huffed as she crossed her arms. “Professor Black? Who does she think she is? Come on then, we need to go have a talk with her.”

“R-Right now?” Harry asked as Daphne quickly moved to tuck him back into his pants, his huge election slick with precum that leaked onto the fabric.

“No time like the present.” Bella said.

“Professor, there's still thirty minutes left

In the class?” Hermione pointed out.

Bellatrix glared at the girl. “Good point. Alright then.” She waved her wand, removing the tarp over the cage full of pixies that they had been studying the previous class.

“I hope you remember what I said about dealing with pixies.” Bella pulled Harry towards the door. Darcia and the others shared worried looks, knowing exactly how Bella's mind worked. “Door's gonna be locked, won't unlock until you've knocked them all out. Good luck.”

Simultaneously, Bellatrix slammed the door shut behind her and the door of the pixie cage sprung open, unleashing a swarm of pests unto a classroom of horrified second years.

When Bella and Harry reached the dungeons, they found Andi at her desk, working on lesson plans. She perked up when she looked up to see Harry, though her mood fell when she saw the look on her sister's face.

“...Yes?”

“Don't play coy with me, Andi. What exactly do you think you're doing giving Harry detentions?”

Andromeda's face flushed as her eyes fell slightly. “Harry was being a naughty boy. Weren't you, Harry?”

“Don't answer that.” Bella said as she stepped into the room. “You can't just abuse your power like that, Andi. Its unbecoming.”

It was now time for Andromeda to narrow her eyes suspiciously. “Bella… did you try to give Harry a detention just now?”

Bellatrix stiffened. “Why would that be any concern of yours?”

“As his head of house, I need to know.”

“Well as his godmother, I don't need to answer that question!”

“You just did, you lunatic!”

“Oh, so now we're incorporating our dear old mother’s favorite words? She had quite a few she liked to use for you. Wasn't your favorite-”

“Professors!” Harry cut them off, and both women looked over to their young lover.

“Why don't you both handle my detention, together? I mean… I need a lot of discipline.”

“Both of us…together?” Bellatrix mouthed.

Harry walked up to the two older women, hands going to their bums and giving them a nice squeeze. “Yeah, both of you.”

Andi and Bella shared a look. Bella began shaking, and Andi had to grab her sister by the shoulders. “Wait until tonight, Bella! We have classes! In fact, aren't you supposed to be teaching right now?”

“I guess I should make sure those pixies hasn't caused too much chaos.”

Andromeda stared at her, “Do I want to ask?”

Bella shrugged before she and Harry left. When they returned to her classroom, she found the door was unlocked, and the scene that greeted her when she pushed it open left a proud smile on her face. 

Darcia was at the center of the room, foot propped over the cage full of pixies as she barked orders, hands gesturing sharply as she directed everyone around.

“Weasley! Brown! Corner those two pixies! Daphne, wait behind them in case they try to slip through them. Finnigan! Shoot at where it's going to be, not where it's at right now! Patil, Hermione, how are the repairs on our net coming along?”

Parvati, Hermione and Pansy were all mending a rudimentary net that seemed to be made out of floss, the little bits of wings caught on it proof of its efficacy.

“Almost there, Malfoy.” Parvati said.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins had all been organized into little squadrons, and each had the surviving pockets of pixies cornered and begging for mercy. The great majority had already been captured, and they were staring up at the imperious Darcia in fear.

Bellatrix snorted as she waved her wand and the last few stragglers were sent flying towards the cage, tiny bodies getting jammed through the thin bars.

The students groaned in disappointment. “We almost had them. Professor!” Dean whined.

Bellatrix shook her head. “Great work, all of you. That'll earn you ten points each-” There were loud cheers from everyone as both houses suddenly gained a plethora of points. “And no homework for a week. Next time, I'll bring something a bit more robust, and if you can handle that, it'll be another week without homework.”

Bellatrix grinned as the cheers grew louder from everyone except for Hermione. If only they knew she'd never planned on giving them homework anyways.

…

Later that evening Harry was serving a dual potions/defense detention. 

Bella was disciplining her godson by shoving her large chest into his face, not allowing him to breathe as he was smothered by her tits. Bella shook them side to side, and while the boy managed to get a suck in here and there, he was mostly forced to nuzzle into them as his godmother stroked his hair.

Meanwhile, Andi was on her knees, doing her part by taking Harry's cock deep down her throat. Her jaw was sore and face full of slobber, but Andromeda was determined. She'd concocted a special stamina potion for herself and Bella, and the sisters had a single goal in mind for the evening.

They were going to tire their little stud out.

“Alright, Andi, that's enough, I'm ready again.” Bellatrix said.

Andromeda actually took Harry's cock deeper, plunging it down past her gag reflex and managing to swallow most of it. She gurgled, eyes rolling back as her throat muscles massaged Harry's member, before she finally retreated, his long shaft sliding out full of slobber as it popped out of her mouth.

Bellatrix finally pulled her tits back from Harry, red bite marks shining brightly on her skin. Seamlessly, a loopy Andromeda was on her feet and shoving her own tits onto Harry's face while Bella turned around, lifting her ass up with her hands as she scooted back onto Harry's crotch.

“I don't like to lose, Harry. I'm going to prove to you I can win.” Bella said.

This was their plan of attack. Keep Harry stimulated, don't give him a breather for even a single moment, keep throwing pussy at him until the boy was finally spent.

It wasn't working out too well. Even with the stamina potion, Bellatrix winced as she dropped her pussy down onto Harry's towering cock. She and Andi had already taken two loads in their pussies each, along with her having swallowed one, and they hadn't been able to make a dent in her godson. Harry's cock was as rock hard as ever, and she was already very sore.

But Bellatrix Black wasn't a quitter, and she was the sorest of losers. She grit her teeth through the rawness as she bounced on her godson's cock, voluminous ass clapping loudly each time.

“Ready to give up, Harry?” Andi whispered as she smothered her young lover, who's loving kisses and nibbles made tingles run down her spine.

Harry looked up at her with innocent green eyes. Curious, Andi let him breathe.

Harry grunted as Bella sat down on him and began to grind herself into him, circling his cock around in her pussy.

“Are we competing for something?” He asked.

Bella snorted. Shooting her head back to look at her godson. “Of course we are, this is detention, Harry, and Andi and I are going to squeeze you dry.”

Harry's cock twitched inside of her and Bella blanched, needing to catch her breath for a moment.

“Do you want me to fight back?” Harry asked curiously.

Andi and Bella glanced at each other. Andromeda was a bit more hesitant, but Bellatrix looked defiant. “Do your worst, Harry.”

“Ok.”

Bellatrix topped over as Harry stood up from the desk. She fell to her hands and knees as Harry slammed his hips forward, giving her a thrust that she swore sent her uterus bouncing.

“Andi! Help!” She yelled as Harry began fucking her onto the floor.

Andromeda was in no condition to help. Harry had plunged a finger into her cunt as he sucked on her tits, and this time, his sucks weren't soft nibbles that sent thrills up her spine. No, Andi found herself cumming just from that light stimulation, and as she felt her legs go wobbly, Harry made sure she propped herself up on the desk to keep her stable. He would not let her get off that easy.

They were in trouble.

…

“I can't wait to see the look on that cunt's face when she finds out.” Montague said.

“We don't even know if Malfoy's really behind it all.” Another boy said. “She's just a fucking brat.”

“She's a rich fucking brat, dumbass. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if the Boss Lady left her in charge. Well, the Boss Lady is about to realize she made a mistake.” Flint said. His throat was a faint shade of purple, the healing salves applied to it not fully able to remove the burn mark Fleur had left.

“Do you really think she'll deal with us?”

“She'll have no choice. We're going to make life a living hell for those little bitches and that fucking slave Potter.” Warrington said.

“And that fucking cunt veela.” Flint seethed.

“My grandad got burnt by a veela once too, Marcus. He had a bit more fun with it, though.” Pucey said cheekily.

“Fuck off!” Flint shoved Pucey up against the wall. The other boy sent back a retaliatory jynx that clipped Flint on the shoulder, a mass of angry boils burbling up under his skin.

“Will you two idiots drop it already!” Montague snapped at them. “Now come on, we're almost there, keep it quiet.”

Flint and Pucey sneered at each other as the boys ambled down the dimly lit dungeons. Flint squeezed his shoulder to try and pop the boils, succeeding only in causing himself immense pain.

“Here it is.” Warrington said. “Just like those Weasley idiots said.”

The boys had struck gold when they'd managed to eavesdrop on the Weasley twins, who were known runners for the Boss Lady. The twins had been strolling dangerously close to Slytherin territory, and using some eavesdropping charms, Warrington had been able to ascertain their intentions.

They were to pick up a shipment of assorted goods; mostly butterbeer, firewhisky and prank objects to be resold. It was apparently a large one, meant to last an entire month, and the supplies would be stacked up in a secret passage behind a unicorn statue.

Warrington had even had the good fortune of witnessing them open it, as one twin had demonstrated to the other how it worked.

“Dissendium.” He whispered as he tapped the horn.

“We're gonna sell this shit off at double the price.” Flint rubbed his hands together, his boils completely forgotten. “And we'll leave those bitches high and dry.”

The statue slid aside, revealing a narrow passageway. The boys had to turn sideways to slip in, but they only needed to shuffle several feet before it widened considerably.

There, at the very front of this cavernous pathway, were dozens and dozens of crates, stacked high up into the ceiling.

The boys laughed gleefully as they pictured how much gold they could make from just this little batch. “I'm buying a fucking Nimbus off of this, I swear.”

“Come on, you lugs, let's get started, I know a place where we can stash these.”

Warrington said.

Pucey and another boy stepped up and made to pull at the crates, idiotically trying to pull from the bottom of the precarious stack.

“Are you two fucking dense?! We have magic!” Montague yelled as he pulled out his wand. “Wingardium leviosa.” 

A stack of crates levitated off the ground, wobbling a bit before Montague managed to balance it and keep it straight. The other boys followed his lead, and soon they had the entire stash of crates floating in the air.

“Lets go.” 

Backing their way out of the cavern was a bit of work, as they didn't quite have the finesse to manipulate the crates into a single, narrow file to fit through the entrance.

Warrington was leading the way, backing up with a neat line of crates close behind as he slipped out onto the hallway.

Just as he was lowering the crates onto the ground, he heard screaming and cursing from inside. With a sigh, he prepared himself to deal with whatever idiocy his house mates had gotten themselves into. He canceled his levitation charm and let his stack of crates settle gently onto the ground.

The moment the wood hit the ground, the crates at the bottom exploded, starting a chain reaction that took out the entire stack.

“Aaaargh!” Warrington covered his eyes as he was peppered by splinters, which was nothing compared to the tidal wave of nasty brown sludge that lifted him off his feet and threw him against a wall.

A toxic, putrid stench filled his nostrils as he tried to stumble to his feet only to slip and fall, his entire body covered in nastiness.

“What the hell have you nasty little brats done!?” Flich screamed.

Montague opened his eyes to see the caretaker pinching his nose shut, backing away as metric tons of dragon dung spilled out from beside the unicorn statue. The other boys had spilled out as well, piled up on each other as they were completely covered in shit.

Filch snarled before turning away, leaving the Slytherin boys literally wallowing in the muck.

…

“I've talked to the other girls in Slytherin. You'll have their full support.” Gemma said. “Though, most of them aren't exactly equipped to go up against the likes of Flint.”

Darcia waved it off. “Don't worry about Flint and those other idiots. They're inconsequential.”

Gemma raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I like the confidence, Malfoy. Anyways, when can I get it?”

Darcia rolled her eyes. “Come by the dorms tonight, you'll get more than you can handle.”

The older blonde smiled smugly, “We'll see about that.” 

The girls had commandeered their own little corner of the common room. Flint's group were nowhere to be seen, which was by design, and as people passed, they spared the second and first years sidelong glances.

They may not like it, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that the younger year Slytherin girls were taking over the house, and perhaps even the entire school.

“Well, I guess you're the one that's taking over for your cousin.” Pansy joked. From their group, Harry was missing due to his detention, and Daphne had dragged Fleur along for a meeting with Penny.

Darcia frowned as Ginny tried to tug her away from leaning on Hermione. “I didn't mean to usurp you, Pansy.”

Pansy snorted, shaking her head in good humor. “Don't worry about it, Darcy. That Malfoy blood makes you born to lead, I guess. I'm happy running the day to day with Penny and leaving all the cloak and dagger stuff to you.”

“This is a team effort.” Susan reminded them. “Hell, Astoria was the one who thought up the dragon dung idea.”

Astoria preened. “And Ginny got her brothers to play along.”

“Isn't this fun?” Luna said in a dreamy tone. She was sitting on the floor in front of Tracey, who was braiding her hair. 

“It's only going to get better from here on out.”

…

“...I think we should really invest in fanged frisbees this year. They're bound for a comeback.”

“I'll let her know about it, Daphne.” Penny said, only half paying attention to what the blonde was saying. “I'm sorry, I've had to hit this school year running, all the professors loaded up on the work like we were a month into term.”

“I thought you dropped a few classes?”

Penny shrugged. “Still, the leap from fifth to sixth year is crazy. I don't know how mistress did it all while running an empire. It really makes me admire her even more.”

Daphne glanced at Fleur, who had been completely silent the entire time besides greetings, before looking back at Penny. “How's Tonks?”

“She's doing good. Still adjusting to the bigger pond, I guess, but she's having a lot of fun with it.” Penny smiled faintly. “I don't think it'll take her long to take out the competition.”

Daphne nodded. “You know, Penny, you look a bit stressed out already. You should swing by.” 

Penny sighed, arching her back as it let out several cracks. 

“Yeah, you have a point. Though you guys can come over as well. This is our headquarters, after all.” Penny gestured to the room where they'd spent so much time the previous year.

“Yeah, sorry. We've been having to deal with Slytherin stuff.”

Penny chuckled. “Its fine, its only the first day after all. I heard about your plans for Warrington and those other idiots, they'll be light work. I'll have a bit more time this weekend, we should all meet up here.” She then turned to look at Fleur. “How about you… how has your first day at Hogwarts been?”

“Hogwarts is… interesting. Classes are more or less the same, at least so far.”

“Really? I know Beauxbatons has an incredible arithmancy program, and you guys are the only school in Europe that actually teaches magical portraiture!”

For the first time, Fleur seemed to come alive as her back straightened just a little bit more. “Oui, I was planning on taking it for my sixth year. It is taught by the premier portraiture artist in France.”

Penny perked up as well, and both witches began a lively conversation on the ins and outs of enchanted paint and other artistry.

Throughout it all, Daphne watched Fleur closely, and when both girls left for the dungeons, the young blonde found herself in a reflective mood.

In all this time, she had one ultimate truth: she loved Harry Potter with all her heart and soul. She knew the others loved him too, and she was more than ok with that fact. She had not once felt jealous of the other girls. Heck, Nymphadora had carried Harry's first born child, and Daphne had not felt an ounce of discomfort. 

But with Fleur, it was different. She really didn't want it to be different. But there was something about the girl that just… irked her. Daphne was ashamed, but no matter how much she tried to castigate herself for her distrust of the other blonde, she couldn't help that little feeling in her gut.

And so here she was, securing some time with the french girl to try and get over her discomfort. It wasn't really working, not fully, and she thought she knew why.

When she saw the girl talking to Penny just there, it was like she was seeing her for the very first time, like everything before it had just been a performance.

“Hey, Fleur, can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm? I do not mind, go ahead.”

“Why did you come here?”

Daphne's bluntness seemed to throw the older girl off, stopping her in her tracks.

“I… I mean, its just… the way you talked about Beauxbatons, it sounds like you were really happy there.”

Fleur took a moment, pursing her lips before responding. “Beauxbatons had its advantages, and I was there for many years, I certainly have fond memories of it. But Hogwarts holds much promise, and I am quite excited to attend.”

“Oh.” Daphne felt like an idiot. Fleur sounded genuine, and she now felt like an absolute jerk for questioning her motivations. “I'm sorry, Fleur. I didn't mean anything by it.”

Fleur shook her head and smiled. “There was no offense taken, Daphne.”

Daphne smiled back, now even more eager to make up for her distrust of Fleur.

The duo made their way through the dungeons. Already aware of what Darcia had orchestrated for the boys, they made sure to avoid that corner of the dungeons, though Daphne smiled when she heard what sounded like McGonagall verbally dressing several people down as a faint stench came from the same direction.

They walked through an empty common room, it being close to curfew, and down into the second year dorm.

Daphne entered first, and what she saw made her face light up with glee.

“Harry, I thought you had detention with Bella and Andi?”

Harry was kneeling on one of the beds. He was facing them, but Daphne could only see his face, the rest of him being obscured by the older girl he was plowing from behind and her pendulous breasts.

Gemma Farley was panting, glassy eyed and open mouthed as she lay her head down on the mattress, mushing her surprisingly large tits against the bed while Harry battered her pussy into oblivion.

Around them, all across the room, lay the fallen bodies of the other girls.

Darcia was passed out, an equally comatose Susan half-lying on top of her while a barely-conscious Ginny valiantly fighting to remain awake while she lapped up the cum from her mistress’ pussy. 

On another bed, Astoria and Luna were sandwiched in between Pansy and Tracey, all four girls were curled up into a ball, all four of their pussies drooling streaks of white seed onto the mattress.

Harry waved at Daphne as he continued to grind Gemma into the bed with casual brutality. “Andi said she couldn't feel her body any longer and Bella had a seizure so I left them to sleep. I came back here and, well, the girls wanted to have fun.”

He punctuated his point with another thrust into Gemma, who collapsed fully onto the bed as he pumped her pussy full of his seed.

Daphne was already tossing her clothes every which way. She wanted nothing more than to hop on top of Harry's newly freed cock, which had plopped out of Gemma's drooling pussy deliciously caked in slime and still perfectly hard.

But she remembered her guilt over being suspicious of Fleur, and she knew she needed to offer the girl first dibs.

“Fleur-” she turned to look at the girl, but her eyes had to drop much lower than she'd expected.

Fleur was on the floor, lying on her back, her skirt hiked up as her hands over her pussy, her legs spread wide.

At first, Daphne thought she was masturbating, but closer inspection revealed something much more bizarre.

Fleur was actually trying to stopper herself. She had not even taken her knickers off, and they were so thoroughly drenched through that they were pasted onto her cunt like a swimsuit after a plunge in the pool. Even with both hands over her cunt, Fleur was unable to stem the absolute cascade of fluids that escaped her pussy at a volume so ridiculous that only magic could possibly sustain it. Her juices were flowing so freely that they had already drenched her knee-high socks down to the foot and were beginning to pool at the bottom of her shoes.

“Woah.” Daphne noted how her shirt was also soaked through, large concentric circles radiating out from the tips of her nipples.

“Is she ok?” Harry had left Gemma to doze off on the bed as he walked over towards them. The closer he got, the stronger Fleur's reaction seemed to be.

“I think she's extra sensitive to you. I guess its a veela thing.” Daphne said. She reached out and placed a hard kiss on Harry's lips while she stroked his dirty cock.

When they broke the kiss, Harry seemed concerned. “Maybe I should get away from her then?” He looked down at Fleur, who's face had turned purple as she shuddered on the floor, eyes fluttering rapidly as she stared up at him. 

Daphne knelt down, mouth closing in on Fleur's ear. “Fleur, would you like for Harry to fuck you?”

Fleur opened her mouth, but only an incoherent gargling came out, little spit bubbles burbling up from her throat as she arched her back.

She was slapping her pussy now, trying to put out a fire that was only blazing harder as each strike let out a loud squelch.

“I think that's a yes, Harry.” Daphne said as she bit down on Fleur's earlobe. She dragged her hand down, fussing with the buttons of the girl's shirt until her tits were let loose.

Streaks of milk sprayed up like a fountain. Harry looked down in awe. As Daphne scooted down and worked on pulling Fleur's soaked knickers off of her, Harry fell to his knees over Fleur's breasts.

Fleur's eyes fluttered rapidly as Harry's cock nudged her side and the boy's head hovered over her breasts. She gurgled louder, desperately wanting to yell something out but completely incapacitated.

Harry wrapped his lips around her nipple. He didn't even need to apply suction, her milk gushed down his throat in a geyser-like eruption.

Harry drank down the strange substance, and the more he drank, the more invigorated he felt. It was like Fleur's milk supercharged him, almost to the point where his muscles wanted to tear out of his skin, his cock was almost painfully hard and even his magic wanted to explode outward.

Harry pulled back from Fleur's breasts. Daphne had just managed to get her knickers down to her ankles when Harry moved faster than any human should, settling between her thighs. He hiked her legs up, propping them up on his left shoulder as he pressed his cock against her pussy.

Fleur let out a silent scream as Harry pushed into her. Daphne gasped as, the moment Harry penetrated her, Fleur's skin lit on fire.

It was literally in flames. Her entire body became engulfed in strange blue-white flames that did not seem to bother Harry one bit as he slammed his cock home inside of her pussy.

“What's going on?!” Daphne squealed as Fleur screamed, a bird-like squawk ripping from her throat as the flames that surrounded her skin blazed on.

Daphne reached out and touched her. It was hot. Intensely hot. But it didn't burn her.

Fleur hips jerked wildly, preventing Harry from moving as just the act of his penetration made her orgasm violently. 

Harry pulled out of her, and Daphne gasped as she saw those very same flames on his cock. 

“Harry?” She squeaked as Harry tackled her. Before she knew it, her knickers were ripped from her bottom and Harry was pushing his cock into her own pussy.

It was a completely overwhelming experience. Daphne's mind went blank from the moment Harry entered her. She was transported to another realm. Everything sped up and slowed down at the same time as she was bombarded with information and sensations that she could not understand.

Then, as suddenly as it had happened, she came back to. She had her arms wrapped around Harry as he rutted into her. She felt strange, different, but she was too distracted by the pleasure her love was giving her to really explore it in depth.

Daphne pulled Harry down for a kiss, their tongues dancing until the boy triggered something inside of her and she came undone.

She sighed in contentment as Harry pulled out of her. He was still raging hard, and next to her, Fleur was nothing more than a fuckdoll to him. Fleur's head was turned sideways, and both blondes maintained eye contact as Harry eased himself into the veela once more.

Daphne saw it all in her eyes. She knew that Fleur once again came violently from the first instant if Harry's cock splitting her lips. Her pussy gushed, a new shower of juices splattering into Harry's crotch before he stoppered her completely.

Daphne felt a strange new sense of camaraderie with her. She reached out and grabbed onto Fleur's hand, and the veela squeezed back as she was ravaged by the raven-haired boy.

They went on like that for what felt like an eternity to her. Harry would manage a pump and a half into Fleur before he'd need to pull out and fuck Daphne, who gladly took the brunt of his abuse. Harry alternated between the two blondes, who ended up hugged up close together until finally, Harry pulled out of Daphne and hosed both their pussies down with a final blast of cum.

As Daphne faded away to sleep and Harry began the work of lifting the girls up and carrying them onto a bed, they both missed the way Daphne's hair glimmered with just a little bit more gold than before.