Chapter 19: Last Days of Summer
The next morning, Harry was slowly woken by the gentle rousing of the others in his mind. He felt Hermione wake first, mentally groaning about the soreness between her legs. He opened his own eyes, expecting to see her climbing from the bed, yet was instead greeted by the sight of two magnificent breasts in his face. The soft pale skin that practically glowed with porcelain perfection was a dead giveaway on whose tits they were.
Fleur whined pitifully in her sleep as he gently rolled her off him and turned to spoon Susan. Harry smiled softly at the sight of the blonde and redhead cuddling closely before turning and finally catching sight of his favourite bushy-haired witch.
'Alright love?' He pulsed in her mind.
She verbally hummed in response and sent back a nudge of reassurance. Hermione slowly stood from the bed, giving him an ample view of her bruised bottom as she stood.
'Suppose we did take it a bit far with the spanking last night…' He thought.
Hermione laughed at that and he blushed when he realized that his mental walls weren't fully up yet. "S'alright love. If it helps I really enjoyed it." She said with a saucy wink over her shoulder. The witch paused to yawn and stretch her arms high above her head. The sunlight streaming in from the window cast a heavenly glow around her form, showing off her picturesque beauty. Hermione sighed and dropped her arms before standing on shaky legs. About this time, Daphne began to stir as well.
"Hng- Wha'timeisit?" The blonde grumbled as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.
Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead gently causing the girl to sigh and smile happily. "Just after seven love. You can go back to sleep if you want."
She shook her head and stood as well. 'No point. I'm awake now but bloody hell my pussy is sore…' She complained in their minds. It was an odd thing they had picked up. After months of having the bond, each of them had devolved into switching between verbal and mental communications without thought, even if they were all in the same room. Harry sometimes even caught himself doing it in the middle of a sentence.
'I had some muscle relief potions made in advance.' Hemione giggled as Daphne fell into her. She leaned down and kissed the blonde chastely on the lips before pulling her up.
'Oh you're so getting lucky for that Granger.' Daphne sighed.
Harry watched them go, the two girls slowly limping towards the bathroom no doubt to drink down a potion or two and take a shower afterwards. He thought about joining them but in the end fell back into bed with a sigh, content to doze for a few minutes longer at least.
It wasn't to be, though, as no sooner did he close his eyes than the door burst open with a singsong voice.
"Ohhhh wakey wakeyyy love birds!" Tonks exclaimed with a smirk.
From beside him both Fleur and Susan groaned at the woman's boisterous entrance. Fleur even went as far as to rip the blanket away from Harry to wrap over her head.
"Eet is far too early for ze 'wakey wakey'!" Fleur's muffled snarl came from under the duvet.
Tonks snickered at the French witch's moan and turned towards him. The smirk on her face widened as she caught sight of the rather obvious morning wood Harry sported between his legs.
"Well it seems like something is awake alright." She drawled with a small pur.
At first Harry blushed and made to cover himself yet stopped midway through. Tonks had seen his cock before after all. Seen it, sucked it, and rode it, to be frank. There wasn't any harm in her staring, and he quite liked the way she eyed him hungrily.
Her eyes twinkled delightfully when he set his hand to his side and sat back leisurely. She bit her lip momentarily as she stared before finally glazing back up to meet his gaze.
"So have a good birthday Wonder Boy?" She asked with a teasing lilt.
Harry snorted and shook his head exasperated. "Did you come here to just tease us about last night Tonks or is there another reason? Not that I'm complaining about seeing your pretty face but shouldn't you be at work."
Tonks plopped down on the bed with a roll of her eyes. "I am at work you prat." She laughed. "Bonesy wanted me to talk to you and little red about the security measures for the school year. Officially, I'm here to discuss schedules, rules and protocols, and other nit-picky things."
"Officially?" He asked with a raised brow.
Tonks smiled lecherously and stood. "Unofficially well…." She suddenly twirled in place. Harry watched as her official auror robes seemed to melt away and be replaced by a thin pair of bright red thongs and black nipple pasties with the words 'Fuck Me' on them. "I think you can guess that one."
Despite his exhaustion from the previous night, Harry felt his cock lurch with excitement at the sight of the auror's toned body. Instinctively his hand went to idly stoke his stiffened length as Tonks slowly showed off every inch of her athletic form, yet he was surprised to find another hand already there. He couldn't help but gasp as the hand began to pump his cock in a dangerously tight grip. Looking down, Harry was met by the lust-filled gaze of Fleur as she stared at him hungrily.
"Do not look at me 'Arry. Look at 'er~" She purred.
Harry groaned as Fleur's pace quickened. Heeding her words, he turned to face Tonks once more, only to see the pink-haired witch now crawling slowly over the bed and coming to rest between his legs with her face inches away from his cock.
"Knew you wouldn't be able to resist." Tonks commented to Fleur. "You're too much of a needy slut to choose beauty sleep over a big cock."
Harry internally winced. Tonks was a no filter type of person, especially when it came to teasing someone else, but Fleur tended to have quite an ego on her. It had gotten better since the tournament but at times it was still easy to bruise, and having your cock in her hand wasn't the best place to be when that happened.
"Oui." Fleur laughed and Harry let out a sigh of relief. "But I find myself far just as eager to taste your chatte non?"
Tonks giggled and reached out to take Harry's cock from her grasp. "Then what are you waiting for Delacour?" She wiggled her hips enticingly. "My pussy isn't going to lick itself!"
Fleur pushed the blanket off her, causing Susan to groan sleepily and curl up into a dozing cocoon. Harry's eyes weren't on his sleeping girlfriend though as he tracked Fleur's devilishly sexy curves bounce with every move. Tonks too watched the Veela crawl sexily over the bed until the French flower was positioned right behind her.
Tonks bit her lip in arousal as Fleur leaned down to grip her toned asscheeks in a tight grip. The auror leaned down to nuzzle Harry's cock with a soft mewl as Fleur rubbed a finger over her clothed slit.
"T-tease." She gasped.
"You are one to talk. Are you simply going to 'old 'is cock or be a good girl and suck eet?" Fleur bit back with a smirk before thumbing the girl's cunt once more.
Tonks groaned and descended upon his shaft. There was no hesitation before she completely swallowed him down. His tip hit the back of her throat almost instantly and the metamorph wasted no time in bobbing her head wildly up and down his thick shaft.
"Zat's eet~" Fleur purred. "'Ow does zat feel 'Arry?"
"Fucking incredible!" He gasped as he threaded his fingers through the metamorph's now blazing purple hair.
Fleur giggled and began to slowly peel Tonks' thong down her legs. "Bien, she deserves a reward zen no?" Fleur finished pulling the lacey material down and once more gripped Tonks' shapely ass. Leaning forward Fleur hovered her face inches from the purple-haired witch's bare cunt and breathed in deeply. "Oui~ She 'as a fantastic scent. I shall enjoy zis very much." The Veela purred.
Without warning, Fleur buried her face deep into Tonks' wet snatch causing the metamorph to release a muffled scream of delight around his cock. The action sent an interesting sensation down his length and Harry wanted to feel it again.
"Don't hold back Fleur. Tonks is a big girl, after all, I'm sure she can take it." He smirked. Tonks glared playfully up at him with her kaleidoscope eyes as she dutifully sucked him. Fleur, for her part, pulled back and smiled.
"Do not worry mon amor~" Fleur purred. "I 'ave no intention of doing zat."
The blonde leaned forward once more. Yet instead of lowering herself to down to lap at Tonks' wet quim, Fleur flicked her tongue up higher and rimmed the outside of the metamorph's puckered asshole. Tonks moaned heatedly around his cock and took him deeper into her throat. Her abilities came in handy once again, allowing her to swallow his cock effortlessly down her gullet with barely a sound.
Harry groaned as her throat vibrated with the sounds of her pleasure. Each time Fleur drove another moan from her lips her throat would constrict delightfully around his cock. Gripping her hair tightly, Harry deliberately pulled her head up his shaft. Tonks hummed in delight at the hair pulled and slurped on his length loudly. Only when her mouth reached the tip did he change direction and slam her roughly back down, spearing her throat once more on his thick cock with a loud 'GLURK!'
There was no time for her to recover as he set a harried pace. He added his other hand to the mix, gripping either side of her head and slamming his cock down her throat with brutal strength. Tonks clawed at his thighs, not in panic but in arousal. Her hands fought to pull him even deeper. It was an impossible goal but one he tried to help her achieve by thrusting his hips upwards. His balls slammed against her chin repeatedly with a loud 'SMACK SMACK SMACK'! With every thrust, Tonks' hair would suddenly shift in colour, from red to yellow, to pink, blue, and even a rainbow of hues.
From behind the metamorph, Fleur was frantically exploring her depths. The blonde witch moaned against the older girl's wet folds as she sucked harshly on Tonk's swollen clit and whirled her tongue deep within the auror's cunt. From above her mouth, Fleur drove two digits wildly in and out of Tonks' puckered hole. There was no hesitancy in her movements, nor fear that she would hurt the buxom witch. Fleur fully explored the other girl's holes with gusto, going as rough or as gentle as she liked, oftentimes switching between the two in mere moments.
It wasn't long before the vicious attacks on her cunt and asshole sent Tonks careening over the edge. She came with a silent cry as she buried his cock as deep as she could down her throat and trembled with orgasmic intensity. Fleur moaned and lapped at the girl's gushing juices at an overly lewd volume. The Veela giggled as a sudden second wind of the metamorph's climax forced a small squirt of girl cum to paint her chin unexpectantly. She leaned forward and flicked Tonks' clit with her tongue once more as the now pink-again-haired witch came down from her orgasmic high.
Tonks pulled off his cock with a gasp and batted the Veela's face away from her cunt. She groaned pitifully as Fleur didn't listen and continued to abuse her oversensitive clit. Falling forward, Tonks nuzzled his cock and moaned pitifully. Fleur continued to tease the older witch for only a few more moments before sitting up with a bright smile.
"Apologies ma cherie- You simply taste wonderful!"
Tonks groaned in response and pushed herself up slowly. "Yeah well- let's see how smug you are after your cunt is that sensitive." She grumbled.
Fleur smirked. "I look forward to eet." The French witch peered past Tonks and her gaze locked on to Harry's still-hard cock. "Quel dommage- We cannot leave 'Arry so unsatisfied now, can we?" She reached forward and slapped Tonk's bum before giving her a small push forward. "Go on Nymphadora- I wish to see you ride 'im!"
Tonks went without a fight, settling herself over Harry's waist before reaching down and giving his cock a few small test strokes.
"Merlin I've missed this." She whispered more to herself than to Harry.
As his tip breached her entrance and she slowly speared herself upon him, Harry groaned out in agreement. "And I've missed that- fuck!" He exclaimed when Tonks suddenly shifted forward and slammed his cock completely inside her cunt.
He caught her in his arms as the girl grunted as well and she looked behind her in confusion.
"Fleur what the fu- Oh! Oh~" She purred.
Fleur knelt behind her between Harry's legs. Around her waist was one of the girls' magical strap-ons with the shaft nestled delicately between Tonks' voluptuous asscheeks. There was no mystery as to what the mischievous Veela had planned.
Tonks giggled and wiggled her ass alluringly, causing her inner walls to twist and tighten around his sheathed cock wondrously.
Harry could tell the moment Fleur pierced the metamorph's tight ass. He didn't even need to pay attention to the way Tonks pitched forward and wrapped her arms tight around his neck or hear the way she sobbed with pleasure and begged the Veela to keep going. No, Harry knew by the way her pussy became even more unbelievably tight and her walls clamped down on him like a vice. The metamorph shuddered above him from her sudden climax while Fleur waited patiently for her to get used to the feeling.
After a few moments, Tonks whimpered and began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first, before moaning out in rich pleasure. Harry and Fleur both moaned in unison as well. Tonks' holes were velvety and wet, and Harry nearly came undone from the feeling right then and there. Thankfully, after months of fucking his three beautiful girlfriends and the occasional guest, he had more than enough mental fortitude to hold himself back and enjoy the ride.
Fleur changed the pace first. She slapped the pink-haired auror's ass hard before gripping her waist and pitching forward. Tonks screamed as her backdoor was brutally taken by the French woman.
Harry, not wanting to be left out, set his feet into the mattress and began to thrust upwards with heavy force. He felt Tonks tense above him as he joined in on forcefully fucking her holes. There were no sounds coming from her as she came hard. The only noises in the room were those of Fleur and Harry's hips slapping against hers as she climaxed. Tonks couldn't do anything more but bury her head into Harry's neck and let her orgasm rip through her body.
"O-Oh fffuuuck!" She whimpered in his ear. "S-so full- so so f-full! Please- Please- Please-" The metamorph begged, trailing off as she let out a quiet squeak of pleasure.
Above her, Fleur's hips were moving even faster as the blonde witch panted in pleasure. The magical toy was doing it's job phenomenally, sending all the sensations it felt alond it's shaft directly into it's wearer's clit. Where Tonks moans were near silent, Fleur's were loud and pronounced. She cursed in french while expelling the sluttiest noises Harry had ever heard.
At this point he doubted Fleur was still thrusting out of teasing amusement, but a desperate need to cum instead. She was insatiable as her Veela breeding intended. Even last night she had been the mozt zealous of their group as they fucked, licked, and pounded the night away. It was she who was the last to fall as well. After Susan got her fill of cum like she wanted, the French witch had started another round of kinky sex between them all. She had finally passed out with the others after Harry's came a final time deep inside her cunt while she rode him. They fell asleep with the blonde witch still atop him and his cock nestled inside her pussy. It was why when he woke this morning, her glorious tit's were pressed against his face, and Harry couldn't say that he minded.
Now, that witch was returning. After a good nights rest and a new partner to join the fun, Fleur was letting her instinct run wild as she frantically buggered the pink-haired witch. Harry couldn't help but moan when he felt Tonks pussy, sloppy and wet from her numerous orgasms, once more tighten around him.
"F-fuck! Fleur I'm not- Hng!- gonna last much longer!" He grunted.
Fleur hissed in approval. "Oui! OUI! OUI! Cum wiz me! Fill 'er pussy wiz your seed mon amor!"
Harry groaned and slammed himself fully inside of Tonks' slippery wet snatch. He erupted inside her just as he heard Fleur let out a trembling wail and stilled above them. Between them, Tonks sobbed with pleasure as her pussy was filled with torrent of cum while the toy in her ass was shoved as deep as it could possibly go.
After the last drops of cum painted the metamorph's insides, the pair slowly pulled out of her abused holes with shuddering breaths. Fleur collapsed in a heap between them and a whimpering Susan. The redhead still somehow asleep despite suddenly climaxing through their bind. The French witch sighed and cuddled up to them while Harry ran soft caresses down Tonk's back.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened to reveal two very wet and red-faced witches. They were wrapped in towels, yet by their panting breaths, Harry could tell Hermione and Daphne had been having just as much fun as he had been. By the horny looks on their faces as they took in the sight of Fleur and Tonks nude and wrapped around him, one's cunt slick with her own juices and the other's with his cum, it was obvious the fun wasn't over just yet.
Maybe he would need one of Hermione's muscle relief potions after all…
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The walls around him used to make him feel safe. He had spent much of his younger years here after all.
Now those same walls felt like a prison cell, much like the ones that held his mother in the dungeons below. He tried not to think about her and what horrors had most likely befallen her as the dark lord's captive. One thing he was certain of, though, was that she would probably be better off dead.
Draco tried in vain to calm his shuddering breath. As he stalked through the halls to his fath- to his master's study- he couldn't help but let the terror fill him with each step.
The walls around him were supposed to bring comfort, now the shadows they cast only brought fear.
The door to the study creaked open as he approached, as if expecting him. Perhaps the doors weren't, but the individual inside certainly once.
He entered without a word, keeping his gaze low as he approached the man in his father's chair. Draco knelt without a word and kept his body impossibly still. How long he waited? He didn't know. Hours it felt like, but perhaps only seconds. Seconds before this… think certainly felt like an eternity.
"Rise." Came his master's wheezing order and Draco did so.
The thing in his father's chair smiled. Smiled with his father's face yet it was so obviously not. Lucius Malfoy was a handsome man, and this thing that wore his skin was a horror to look at. Skin tinted green and sickly with black veins sprawling throughout. His teeth, which were once white and perfect, were now rotten and cracked. The only thing that remained of his father's blonde hair was clumps of grimy yellow strands atop a blistered head. It was a horrible sight, yet the eyes were by far the worst.
Draco knew his father was a cold man, cold and perhaps even evil. But not to him. When Lucius would look at him it was with a stone gaze that he reserved for everyone but there was at least an undertone of softness for his son.
Now, only red orbs filled with thinly veiled contempt and disgust stared back at him. Eyes that said he was nothing more to the man than a tool to be used and supposed of when necessary.
Draco hated those eyes.
"Tell me Draco-" The Dark Lord hissed. "-will you fail me like so many of your family has before you?"
"N-no my lord." He replied quickly, knowing the Dark Lord hated hesitation.
"So certain." Voldemort mused. "And yet your father is dead and your mother is nothing more than a rat in the dungeons now. You understand Draco- that to me the Malfoy name is one of traitors."
"I w-would never betray you my lord. Mother and father were fools to defy you."
He flinched as a sound akin to that of creaking metal filled the room. Draco shuddered when he realized what the sound was- the Dark Lord was laughing.
"Indeed they were. I believe your words to be true young one but-" His master's eyes narrowed. "-your family's crimes must be paid for."
"My lord?" He asked with a gulp.
The Dark Lord stood. A feat in and of itself as the muscles in his legs were nearly rotted away. Draco dared not watch as the Dark Lord used a cane to limp towards his father's desk.
"You will continue with the mission given to you and your new brothers while at Hogwarts but I have another task for you as well." Voldemort wheezed.
He watched as the Dark Lord pulled out a piece of parchment from somewhere on the desk and banished it towards him. Draco caught the flying paper quickly despite his shaky hands.
"That-" Voldemort coughed. "-is what you seek. Find it and deliver it to me. Only then will the sins of your family be forgiven Draco."
Draco nodded and glanced down at the parchment, frowning slightly at the image of the small, jewel-encrusted circlet.
"A crown my lord?"
The Dark Lord laughed. "A diadem. One lost to mankind until I found it once more years ago." His master suddenly doubled over and coughed. "You will return it to me Draco, or else I will rip your mother to shreds piece by piece while you watch. Do not fail me."
Draco bowed quickly and left the room as fast as he could. The Dark Lord heeded him no mind, instead hoarsely yelling for Snape to bring him more 'milk'.
When he reached his room, Draco slammed and locked the door behind him, fighting to catch his breath. Once his heart settled, he looked once more at the drawing of the diadem in fear.
He didn't know why the Dark Lord wanted a piece of jewellery so bad, but one thing was for sure.
His mother's life depended on it.
Chapter 20: Railway Conversations
The Hogwarts Express shone bright and crimson in the early morning light. Students and parents alike milled around the platform, saying their last-minute goodbyes to one another before the train departed. It was a sight familiar to Harry, though the contingent of aurors skulking around the edges of the platform was not.
He wasn't the only one who noticed the maroon-robed individuals throughout the platform. All around, parents cast wary gazes towards the aurors. There was no hiding why they were there. Everyone knew well enough the threat that loomed in the shadows. Voldemort's return was like a sword poised over everyone's neck, threatening to fall. Those who remembered the last war knew the aurors were more of a deterrent than any real protection, though perhaps that sentiment was enough for some.
"I suppose Amy's taking her new job seriously then," Sirius muttered.
Harry had to agree. Amelia winning the office of Minister was perhaps the best outcome. According to Dumbledore, it had been a close race between her and Scrimgeour, the latter having made many friends over the years as Head Auror. Luckily, not as many as Amelia, especially not the Boy Who Lived himself.
"Well then, she's already leagues better than Fudge. That fool never took anything seriously." Daphne snorted from his side. "There are my parents, I'll see you three on the train!"
They waved goodbye to the blonde and watched as she ran over to greet a trio of individuals. Harry nodded to the tall man who stood arm in arm with Daphne's mother. He nodded back in turn with an impassive expression.
Cyrus Greengrass hadn't exactly approved of their relationship with Daphne at first, but after some time, he at least seemed to have come to a mild acceptance. It helped that if Harry and Daphne did marry, their children would carry the Greengrass name instead of Potter. Continuing the family line was of utmost importance to stuffy pureblood lords after all.
Hermione and Susan both waved to the small brunette holding the Greengrass matron's hand. She waved back with a mischievous smile and turned to whisper something to Daphne. Whatever she said made the blonde laugh loudly across the platform before playfully swatting the younger girl's arm.
They left the Greengrasses to their goodbyes and travelled further down the platform. On the way, they passed a plethora of familiar faces. Harry and Hermione stopped briefly to speak with the Weasleys, and on Harry's part, received a rather bone-crushing hug from Mrs. Weasley.
He spoke briefly with Ron, the red-haired boy rambling excitedly about his relationship with Lavender Brown while his mother tried desperately to herd her clutch onto the train. Eventually, the final all-aboard whistle sounded, signalling their impending departure.
"We'd better get going, you'll be alright?" Harry asked, turning towards Sirius.
Sirius, in turn, scoffed and mussed his hair. "Don't worry, pup, I'm a big boy! I can look after myself."
Harry gave him a disbelieving look prompting Sirius to roll his eyes good-naturedly. He pulled his godson into a tight hug before pulling back and peering at him reassuringly.
"I'll be fine, promise? I'm a free man after all, plus I've got Moony hanging around to make sure I don't get into too much trouble. You- on the other hand- focus on staying safe and keeping your girlfriends happy, alright?" Sirius paused to take a breath. "Look, with everything going on right now, I know you'll want to do anything you can to help, but the best way for you to do that is to stay safe. Listen to Tonk,s alright? If she says run, you run, if she says hide, you hide, and in the event she's not around to help, then you get the hell out of there and find the nearest apparition point, got it?"
"Sirius-"
"No, Harry, on this I won't tolerate any argument. I don't give a damn about Dumbledore's plans or some stupid bloody sense of nobility you've got in that head of yours. You're far too important to me and a whole lot of other people to risk your life so blatantly. I hope it won't come to it, pup, I really do, but if all hell breaks loose again this year, then you focus on keeping yourself and those girls of yours safe first."
Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. Sirius smiled and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"Good, now have fun. Cause some mayhem. And by Merlin, take those girls on a proper date!"
With that, Sirius pushed him towards the train and said his goodbyes to Susan and Hermione before stepping away to the apparition point.
"Am I the only one who finds it a bit weird when he acts so… well… serious?" Susan muttered as they watched him depart.
Hermione hummed in agreement before pulling the redhead towards the Express. Harry followed diligently, and it wasn't long before they found an acceptable compartment towards the back.
Harry sent Daphne a mental ping to let her know where they were before helping the other girls settle into the compartment. With a dull ' CHA-THUNK!', the train suddenly lurched forward, and the platform outside began to fade into the distance.
Daphne joined them a moment later, the blonde calling out a quick farewell to the younger brunette they saw her with on the platform.
"Is Astoria alright?" Susan asked as the blonde settled into her seat.
Daphne huffed out a laugh. "The little menace wanted to know how I trained you all so well. She's under the impression that I have you all, as the muggles say, whipped."
Harry and Susan snorted while Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't suppose you corrected that assumption?"
"Why?" Daphne smirked. "I think I do, in fact, have the three of you very much wrapped around my finger." She nudged Harry with her foot. "You especially Potter."
"What?!" Harry sputtered. "I am not wrapped around your finger!"
Daphne smirked and leaned forward. Her ample cleavage threatened to spill free from her poorly buttoned blouse. Harry's eyes immediately locked onto the vast valley of flesh, and all further arguments died on his lips.
Daphne clicked her tongue with a grin and sat back up. "See? Flash my tits at you and you shut right up. Whipped."
Harry grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms. Looking out the window, he watched as the London skyline began to slowly give way to the rolling hills of the British countryside.
"On more serious topics, did any of you notice the way some of the Slytherins were acting with the aurors around?" Susan asked.
Harry had. A few of the older Slytherin boys had been intentionally keeping their heads down. To be fair, they weren't the only students acting more than a bit wary around the magical police. Teenagers and young adults tended to be suspicious of any type of law enforcement, though the handful of Slytherins Harry saw were trying a bit too hard to remain inconspicuous. To make matters worse, Malfoy had been one of them.
The blonde ponce was usually trying his hardest to be seen, whether to flash his wealth or in simple smug superiority. Yet on the platform, he had been quiet, reserved. The Malfoy scion was keeping his head down around the aurors, and that fact alone made Harry's suspicion rise.
"I don't like how they were acting." He said. "Like they all had something to hide. It's not the best look, especially now with Tom on the loose."
Hermione nodded. "They were all children of notable Death Eater families, too. Nott, Pucey, Yaxley, and even Malfoy." She took a breath. "On paper, it makes sense. Many of them had family members or other associates arrested during the raids a few months ago. It wouldn't be unusual for them to be more than a bit wary around aurors after something like that but…" She trailed off.
"But it's never that simple." Susan sighed. "I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on them, you especially, Daph." She said, looking pointedly at the blonde. "You're the closest to them out of all of us. I wouldn't be surprised if they tried something."
"Let them." The blonde bit out while she rubbed her wand almost lovingly. "I'd so love a chance to knock those gits down a peg or two."
"I love the enthusiasm, but it'd be best not to underestimate them," Susan replied.
"Let's just start with placing a few wards around your bed, Astoria's too, for that matter."
Daphne nodded. "I've been doing that for years, but yeah, I'll show 'Stori the spells I use."
"What about Tonks? Should we let her know so she can spread the word to her team?" Harry asked.
"Probably best." Daphne shrugged. "I doubt she'd appreciate us hiding any suspicions from her. Giving her and the other aurors a heads-up would definitely help if those prats make a wrong move."
Susan sighed and slumped against Harry's shoulder with her pillowy breasts pushed against his arm. His mind immediately conjured up memories of those same breasts bouncing wildly while she rode him the night before.
'Down boy.' The redhead giggled into his mind. "Can't we just have a quiet year after everything that happened last term?"
Harry huffed out a laugh and patted the girl's leg. "Now you know how I've felt since first-year love. Safe to assume this year will be just as dangerous as the last. Fred and George even started a betting pool for when the new Defence professor will try and kill me."
Susan groaned again and buried her head further into his shoulder. Hermione reached over to give their girlfriend's thigh a quick squeeze. "If it helps, you do get used to it." The bookworm supplied.
"Do we even know who the new Defence professor is? Last I heard, Fudge was trying to push to have some lackey take up the position this year." Daphne commented.
Harry shrugged, as did Hermione. They had heard the same from Dumbledore, but thankfully, it seemed that effort was halted when everything went down with Fudge trying to silently execute Crouch Jr. Since then, they'd heard no mention of their new DADA teacher. Whoever it was, Harry certainly didn't trust him. Call it a precaution if you will, but like he told Susan, Defence professors didn't exactly have the best track record with him.
Regardless, he at least hoped whoever it was would be at least somewhat confident. He wasn't a particularly studious person, but he still wanted to at least do decent on his OWLs.
Any further conversation was cut off as a knock sounded on their compartment door. Hermione stood to open it, her wand already at the ready, as was Harry's. Thankfully, it wasn't Malfoy or any of his cronies as Harry had thought. Instead, a familiar girl with pixie-cut brown hair stood on the opposite side.
"There you all are! Blimey, I must've checked every compartment on this half of the train! Could've given me a heads up, Daph!"
Daphne smirked at the witch. "I would've thought you'd taken the hint and bugger off Tracey. We can't have an orgy if you're here after all." She laughed.
The pixie-haired girl snorted and shouldered past Hermione. "Says who?" She asked while plopping down next to the blonde. "You don't see me stopping you all now, do you? I might even be tempted to join if you ask nicely." She sent a wink over in Harry's direction with that before turning to the other two girls.
"Bones- Granger- how's this evil bitch been treating you? Blink three times if she has you under the imperious."
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down next to the brunette. "It's nice to see you too Tracey."
Susan gave the girl a similar greeting as she sat up from Harry's shoulder. They each devolved into a round of small talk about everyone's summers. For the most part, it was Tracey who spoke, as the four of them had more often than not been in each other's company over the summer break.
Harry, for his part, listened on and off while observing the new girl of interest. Tracey Davis was someone he could never quite get a handle on. As Daphne's childhood best friend, they had seen a lot of each other last year. Harry would even dare to say that the pixie-haired girl had become a somewhat close friend during that time. Yet still, he never could get a good grasp on her personality.
For the most part, she was just as bubbly and crass as Tonks. She was never afraid to flirt with Harry or the other girls egregiously, even going so far as to send pictures of her in skimpy lingerie for his birthday. It'd be easy to assume Daphne would get annoyed at her best friend's lewd attitude towards her partners, yet the blonde seemed to not only be fine with it but actively encouraged her friend on more than one occasion.
That being said, Tracey seemed to shift where her boundaries lay. One day she was flirty and suggestive with everyone in their group, and the next she was cool and reserved. She was never unfriendly to him or the others, more so a bit distanced, only to come back the next day with more energy and a penchant for crass jokes. Needless to say, the brunette kept him on his toes.
"...And then I told him 'If you think I'm letting you anywhere near my knickers then you're as thick as a Hippogriff tamer covered in Flobberworms!"
"What did he say to that?" Susan asked with a laugh.
Tracey snorted. "Stupid git actually thought that was a compliment. I swear if Crabbe were any dumber, he'd probably forget how to breathe! Luckily, a quick stinging hex to his nadders drove the point home."
"Impressive, must've been hard to hit such a small target." Daphne mused with a smirk.
Tracey and Susan laughed in response while Hermione furrowed her brow. "Wait what do you mean-"
Daphne interrupted her girlfriend by mentally explaining through their connection. Hermione face immediately screwed up in disgust, which only served to make the other three girls laugh harder.
"Oh shoot!" Susan suddenly exclaimed as she glanced out the window. "Hermione, we promised Hannah to help her finish Snape's summer assignment! If we don't leave no,w we won't have enough time to change before we reach Hogsmeade!"
Hermione was instantly on her feet. "Oh dear! I forgot about that! So sorry loves, we need to dash!" She leaned down to place a quick peck on both Daphne's and Harry's cheeks.
"Awe no love for me?" Tracey faux-whined. Hermione merely rolled her eyes and pecked the pixie-haired girl on the cheek as well. Tracey apparently hadn't expected this move as her face instantly flushed red, surprising for a girl with her attitude.
Susan and Hermione left quickly after that, the latter muttering about giving a certain Hufflepuff a good talking to about finishing assignments on time while they left.
The remaining three sat in silence for a few moments, letting the sudden exit of the two girls settle.
"So Trace-" Daphne began after a beat. "Any other guys try to get into your knickers this summer besides Crabbe? Or better yet, were any successful?"
Tracey snorted and waved her friend off. "Yeah right. There are very few I'd consider good enough to take me for a tumble between the sheets." Harry didn't miss the way her eyes flicked over to him for the briefest of moments. "Though if you're offering Daph, I wouldn't say no. You know I have a thing for blondes after all."
"So you've told me… multiple times," Daphne said pointedly. "I seem to also recall you telling me about your inclination towards green eyes as well. Or is that only when they're attached to my boyfriend?"
"Eh- he's too pretty for me." Tracey dismissed. "Sides, I don't think he'd be able to handle TWO Slytherin babes."
"I think he might surprise you. He kept us and a Veela satisfied all summer long. Poor Fleur Delacour might be ruined for other men after the amount of times Harry fucked her into a screaming mess."
'Where are you going with this love?' Harry probed in her mind.
Daphne, however, gently batted him away. 'Just some light teasing… for now.'
Harry internally shivered at the purr in her voice and tried to ignore the growing arousal coursing through him.
"Oh? Now that's interesting!" Tracey smirked as she turned towards Harry. "You managed to tame the French flower! Colour me impressed Potter! However, I still wonder if your skill really does live up to the stories or if you're just another bloke with a big cock and no clue how to use it…"
"I assure you, I know what I'm doing Davis." He said with a roll of his eyes. "You really think Daphne would waste her time on some two-pump chump?"
"Hmm, perhaps not. Although maybe she's just sticking around 'cause of Granger and Bones."
Harry felt his annoyance flare a bit at the brunette's comment. It wasn't that he wasn't used to Tracey's small barbs every now and again. He was more so annoyed that a small part of him wondered if she was correct.
That small part was quickly silenced as Daphne mentally nudged him with soothing reassurance. He slowly felt his irritation ebb away as her presence enveloped him with a thick layer of love as if she were telling him 'I'm not going anywhere you dolt.' Harry flashed her a small smile, one that the blonde returned before she once more addressed her best friend.
"C'mon Trace, don't be a bitch. You know our relationship isn't like that, and frankly, Harry doesn't have to prove anything to you." Daphne said with exasperation.
"Awe, you know I'm just teasing Daph! 'Sides- I don't see you offering up a demonstration to back those raunchy stories of yours. You say he's a fantastic shag, I say put your galleons where your mouth is babes." Tracey drawled with a challenging look.
Harry mentally winced at the brunette's words. There was nothing that fired Daphne up more than a challenge. As her best friend, that was certainly a fact that Tracey knew well.
"Harry?" Daphne called without looking away from her best friend's smirking face.
"Yes, love?"
"Lock the door."
Harry did so with a wave of his hand, the compartment door locking with a soft 'click'. No sooner had it happened than Daphne suddenly launched herself across the cabin and between his legs.
"You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show." Daphne half-growled, half-purred as she yanked his belt loose.
From behind her, Tracey giggled triumphantly and watched with rapt attention as her best friend pulled down his trousers with force. "Merlin Daph! Slow down, his cock isn't going anywhe-"
Her words were cut off as Daphne finally yanked his pants down, with his boxers following right along, causing his cock to spring out for all to see. Tracey sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his rigid length, her eyes roaming up and down the lengthy pole in awe.
Daphne threw a smirk back at her best friend while she grabbed Harry by his base and began to leisurely stroke his cock. "Would you slow down if you had this beautiful beast in front of you?"
"G-good point." Tracey swallowed.
Daphne smirked once more before turning back to the thick cock in her hands. She leaned forward, giving the tip a few tentative licks. Harry groaned audibly as she whirled her tongue around his sensitive glans. Daphne took a breath in through her nose, and without warning, plunged her mouth down upon his cock in one fell swoop.
Her mouth was hot and wet around him. Harry had to fight the urge to thrust his hips upwards and force his cock even deeper into the blonde's gullet. Thankfully, Daphne knew him well, and within seconds she was rapidly bobbing her head back and forth along his length. Her tongue lashed against the underside of his shaft, sending shocks of pleasure up the base of his cock with every lick. It was enough to have Harry hissing loudly in pleasure to match Daphne's loud, wet slurps.
So lost was he in the pleasure of his girlfriend's mouth around his cock, Harry didn't notice as Tracey suddenly moved from her seat and settled on her knees right next to Daphne. The short-haired witch watched with rapt attention as if she were almost studying the way her best friend was throating his cock.
"Damn Daph-" Tracey breathed. "Were you always this good at sucking cock?"
Daphne hummed and pulled off his cock with an audible 'pop!'. "I don't know, Harry is my first and only. What do you think love?" She asked, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Am I a natural at sucking your cock?" She brought the tip of his member to her lips and popped the head into her mouth, sucking harshly on his sensitive glans.
"Definitely!" Harry gasped. "Merlin, you're fantastic!"
Daphne smirked around his shaft and took him deeper into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat, forcing a wet gag from her lips, yet she didn't pull back. She held herself, holding him deep in her trembling throat as she rocked her head back and forth. Harry groaned deeply and breathily. The pleasure pulsing through his cock was driving him crazy.
"How do you take it so deep without choking?" Tracey asked in slight awe.
Daphne pulled off his cock with a long drawn-out suck. Harry groaned in disappointment as the feeling of her hot mouth abandoned his length.
"You just have to relax your throat really. Takes a few tries, but the key is not to panic." She paused for a moment and bit her lip in silent thought. Seeming to make up her mind, Daphne looked to her friend and raised a brow. "Wanna give it a try?"
"I- well- Are you sure?" Tracey stammered. The brunette looked to her friend, worry evident on her face, yet Daphne only smiled reassuringly and nodded.
Tracey looked up at him, seeking the same permission. With a mental nudge from Daphne, Harry nodded. That seemed to be all the brunette needed, as she slowly leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of his cock. She took him slowly, bobbing her head back and forth, only taking in the first few inches in the beginning. Harry's moans of pleasure spurred her on, and soon enough she was sinking even further down his cock.
When she reached the halfway point down his length, the brunette came to a sudden stop. Her body lurched as the spongey tip of his cock poked the back of her throat. Tracey steeled herself, taking a breath pushed herself further allowing his cock head to slip into her tight gullet. The sensation was too much for the brunette however, and with a shuddering wet gag, she flung herself off his cock, coughing to the side to alleviate the pain in her throat.
"Merlin!" She breathed. "That was too much!"
Daphne giggled at her friend's exclamation. "Like I said- takes a couple of tries." She emphasized her point by leaning forward and completely swallowing Harry's cock down to the hilt. Her throat bulged from the sheer thickness of his length, yet the blonde showed no discomfort on her face. Finally, after a few heated seconds, she pulled back with a gasp and a demure smile on her face. "See? Just takes practice."
Tracey grumbled a few curses under her breath and took his cock back from her friend with a glare. She engulfed him in her mouth once more, this time only taking him about halfway while using her hand to pump the other half in time with her mouth.
Her sloppy wet sucks filled the cabin. The girl made a show of moaning around his length while pointedly eyeing the blonde next to her. Daphne merely stared back with a lazy smirk and a raised brow as if to say 'That's it?'
Harry heard the pixie-haired girl growl around his cock before pulling back till just his tip remained trapped between her lips. The brunette brought her other hand up and gripped his length tightly on top of the other. As one, she began to bob her head wildly, thrashing her tongue against his sensitive cock head while using both her hands to jerk him off at a rapid pace.
Harry gasped in pleasure and nearly began to buck his hips in time with her strokes. The Slytherin girl wasn't as good as Daphne to be sure, but dear god did it still feel fantastic. Her wet mouth wrapped around his cock head was like a tight vacuum of pleasure that only increased by the almost desperate pace of her hands.
"Oh stop trying to show off Trace, and budge over!" Daphne finally grumbled as she pushed her best friend to the side.
The blonde descended lower, past her friend, and latched immediately onto Harry's bloated sack. Daphne immediately popped one of his swollen balls into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue before deftly switching to the other side. Harry was surprised when Tracey pulled off his cock suddenly and sank lower to join her friend lapping at his balls. The two girls matched each other's tempo, lewdly sucking and moaning as they slowly worked their mouths from his sack and up his cock.
They met each other at the tip, the lips wrapped around both sides of cock joining together in a perverse half-kiss half-blowjob. Harry moaned as their twin tongues writhed against his sensitive glans before Daphne suddenly moved to take him fully into her mouth.
Tracey wasn't deterred by the blonde's actions. Instead, she sank lower once more and began to lather his shaft with sloppy licks of her tongue. Her hands moved as well, not to grasp his shaft like before, but instead to reach out and grip Daphne's bountiful breasts through her shirt.
His girlfriend moaned heatedly around his cock, taking him even deeper while she reached forward and pushed the brunette's legs apart. Her hand travelled up her friend's skirt in a hasty desperation, seeking out the hot core she knew was there. The blonde found it without issue of course. Tracey's pussy was already wet for her and practically wept at her touch. Daphne sucked greedily on her boyfriend's cock and pushed her fingers inside the drenched pussy lips before her.
Tracey gasped at the intrusion, her mouth halting its ministrations around Harry's shaft only briefly before the girl moaned in delight and renewed her oral ministrations with gusto.
It wasn't long before the girl's muffled moans reached a similar volume to Harry's. Daphne's fingers were a menace to the brunette's cunt, constantly raking in and out of her hot tunnel while the blonde's thumb massaged her clit. By the time Harry's cock began to pulse against her tongue, Tracey's orgasm was nearly upon her.
Harry's loud groan signalled his climax. Two girls worshipping his cock with their mouths proved too much for him and with a shuddering grunt he released himself into Daphne's awaiting mouth. The girl swallowed the first few roped his cum eagerly. Afterwards, she pulled back and allowed her friend to take her place. Tracey, whose face was screwed up in terrible pleasure while her best friend toyed with her cunt, nearly slammed her mouth completely down to the base of his cock. Only the limits of her throat stopped it from happening,
Tracey squeaked as the first droplets of cum hit her tongue, not in disgust but in delight as her own climax suddenly ripped through her at the taste. Her pussy clenched hard around Daphne's fingers. The brunette rolled her hips against her friend's hand as her orgasm raged within. With each clench of her pussy, Tracey also sucked hard on Harry's cock, milking every last drop of seed she could from his balls.
Their orgasms had only just started to abate when the compartment door suddenly swung open.
"We're back!" Susan called. "Why was the door- Oh!"
Hermione stepped around the stunned redhead quickly and slammed the door shut once more. She looked at the three of them with a look of amusement.
"So what did we miss?" Hermione asked innocently.
Tracey was the only one to respond with a muffled whimper.