Chapter 8 - chapter 8

There is a pretty long lemon in the first half of this chapter. I didn't want to dedicate an entire chapter to only sex, so this is basically two chapters just put together.

Chapter 8 (~14k words… Yeah, it's a long one.)

(R - 18 Start)

– Harry –

I sat on the edge of the bed in the lavish hotel suite Fleur had whisked us off to. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched Fleur and Gabrielle standing mere feet away. 

My eyes drank in every movement as their slender hands slowly caressed each other's voluptuous curves, exploring teasingly and intimately over their form-fitting robes. Fleur pressed herself tightly against Gabrielle from behind, her delicate fingers sliding up Gabrielle's torso, tracing tantalizingly slow circles around her slightly smaller but perfectly firm breasts. Fleur's lips brushed sensually against Gabrielle's exposed neck, eliciting a shuddering gasp of pleasure from the younger witch, who pressed herself further into Fleur's seductive embrace.

Gabrielle wasn't passive in their teasing display, her own hands reached behind her, boldly gripping Fleur's luscious arse through the silk of her robes, fingers sinking enticingly into the soft, supple curves. Gabrielle squeezed possessively, prompting a soft moan from Fleur, a sound so sensual and inviting it shot straight to my rapidly hardening cock.

Then they turned to face each other, but not before giving me two near identical teasing winks.

Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that made my blood boil and my erection painfully strain against my trousers. Fleur's tongue slid sensuously between Gabrielle's parted lips, caressing her sister's tongue intimately. The heated wet sounds of their kiss echoed softly in the quiet room, making it nearly impossible to maintain my rapidly fraying control. 

My fingers clenched tightly in the sheets as I desperately fought the primal urge to rip my clothing off and take them both right then and there.

The sensual show escalated further as Fleur's delicate fingers found the clasps at the front of Gabrielle's robes, slowly, deliberately popping open each button. She deliberately allowed each one to reveal a little more creamy, flawless skin. 

Inch by tempting inch, the robes slid downward, revealing Gabrielle's enticingly shaped collarbones, then the full swell of her beautiful breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra. Fleur smirked knowingly at me over Gabrielle's shoulder, obviously enjoying my torment as her fingers teased the edges of Gabrielle's lingerie, gently grazing her sister's erect nipples through the thin fabric.

Gabrielle gasped breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, hips shifting provocatively against Fleur's pelvis. She retaliated swiftly, attacking the clasps of her sister's robes with eager fingers. Within moments, Fleur's robes were slipping away, pooling gracefully around her feet. 

My breath caught audibly in my throat at the sight before me.

I could barely restrain the raw, animalistic desire coursing violently through my veins, but somehow, I managed to remain seated—just barely. Fleur and Gabrielle stood face to face now, bodies pressed tightly together, their scantily-clad forms grinding sensually against each other. 

They shared another passionate kiss, Gabrielle's smaller hands tangling possessively in Fleur's silky platinum locks as Fleur slid her hand down Gabrielle's smooth, toned belly, fingertips teasingly dancing around the waistband of Gabrielle's matching black panties.

I watched Fleur's slender fingers slip beneath the waistband, eliciting a soft, wanton moan from Gabrielle as her hips bucked eagerly into her sister's touch. Fleur smirked wickedly, clearly delighted at teasing both Gabrielle and myself so thoroughly.

Breaking their kiss, Fleur glanced provocatively in my direction once more, her sapphire eyes sparkling mischievously. Her seductive voice was a velvet caress, dripping with carnal promise.

"Do you see something you like, Harry?" she purred teasingly.

I swallowed thickly, voice husky and barely recognizable as I managed to rasp out my honest, desperate reply.

"You both look fucking incredible. If you keep this up, I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer."

Gabrielle bit her plush lower lip sensually, eyes smoldering with pure desire as she stepped towards me, hips swaying invitingly. "Then don't hold back," she whispered sweetly. "We're yours, Harry."

Without waiting another second, I stood up swiftly from the bed, my eyes locked onto Fleur and Gabrielle. My fingers moved rapidly, practically tearing at the buttons of my shirt as I peeled it off my torso, exposing my muscular swimmer's physique inch by tantalizing inch. I noticed Fleur biting her lower lip sensuously, her gaze roving appreciatively over the lean definition of my chest and abdomen.

Gabrielle's eyes widened. Her breathing hitched audibly, coming in short, uneven gasps, as I reached for my belt. My cock throbbed almost painfully within the tight confines of my trousers, begging desperately to be freed. I wasted no time unfastening my belt and trousers, allowing them to drop carelessly to the floor at my feet, leaving me standing only in my tight boxers, my erection visibly straining the fabric. Grasping the waistband firmly, I slowly slid my boxers down, finally allowing my thick, hard cock to spring proudly free. 

Both sisters gasped softly in appreciation, their eyes immediately drawn downward with unabashed hunger.

"Oh, mon dieu," Fleur purred huskily, her voice dripping sensual approval as she blatantly stared at my rigid length, clearly pleased with the sight. 

Gabrielle visibly trembled, her pink lips parting slightly as she gazed upon my cock for the first time, her expression a perfect blend of excitement, anticipation, and awe.

Fleur ran a comforting hand softly along her sister's bare shoulder, drawing Gabrielle even closer as she directed a sultry smile toward me. "Harry, ma petite sœur has never done this before," Fleur confessed, voice sultry and thick with desire. "Tonight will be Gabrielle's very first time."

My cock jerked and throbbed powerfully at Fleur's words. Gabrielle was a virgin.

Gabrielle bit her lip nervously, but her wide eyes burned with unmistakable desire, excitement radiating clearly from her lovely, trembling body. Fleur soothingly rubbed circles on Gabrielle's back. "Relax, Gabrielle," Fleur cooed softly into her ear, her fingers gently tracing the edges of Gabrielle's bra. 

Gabrielle nodded shyly, emboldened by Fleur's encouragement. Together, the two sisters began slowly peeling away their matching black lingerie.

I watched as Fleur unclasped her bra first, allowing the delicate garment to fall gracefully away. Her large, exquisitely shaped breasts bounced gently into view, tipped by perfect rosy nipples. Gabrielle quickly followed suit, removing her own bra with shaking fingers, exposing her slightly smaller, but equally tantalizing breasts to me. Her soft pink nipples tightened visibly beneath my lustful stare, begging silently to be touched, kissed, and teased.

My eyes moved greedily downward as Fleur slowly hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling them downward sensually, exposing her smooth, completely bare pussy. The pink glistening folds of her sex were already slick and aroused. Gabrielle mirrored her sister, blushing furiously as she shyly tugged her panties down, revealing her own utterly perfect, hairless pussy—pink, untouched, and glistening with arousal.

My cock surged again at the stunning vision before me—the two breathtakingly beautiful sisters standing completely naked, their flawless, sensual bodies displayed openly for me. 

I stepped forward. I wrapped my arms firmly around both Fleur and Gabrielle, feeling their soft, warm skin press enticingly against me. My hands eagerly roamed their incredible bodies, greedily caressing every luscious curve and supple inch they offered me. 

Fleur moaned softly as my palm cupped and kneaded her full, perfect breast, my fingers tugging gently at her already stiff nipple. She pressed herself tighter against me, her slender fingers sliding down my torso until she grasped my throbbing, painfully erect cock. Her soft palm encircled my shaft, slowly stroking up and down with torturous gentleness, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from my lips.

"Your hand is so soft."

Fleur smiled at that and slowly kept stroking.

My attention shifted momentarily to Gabrielle, whose wide blue eyes stared up at me with shy but intense longing. I lowered my mouth to hers, capturing her soft lips in a passionate kiss, my tongue slipping inside to tease hers hungrily. Gabrielle whimpered sweetly against my mouth.

Breaking briefly from her intoxicating lips, I leaned down further, my lips descending to Gabrielle's neck, tasting and sucking at the tender flesh just beneath her jawline. She gasped sharply, pressing her lithe body tighter against me as she tipped her head back submissively, giving me full access. 

Fleur's fingers tightened briefly around my aching cock, clearly approving of my attention to her sister. "Oui, Harry," Fleur purred huskily in my ear, her voice dripping seduction as her free hand guided mine lower to Gabrielle's waiting breasts. "Touch her—tease her nipples. Make her moan for you."

Spurred on by Fleur's heated encouragement, my lips trailed downward until I captured Gabrielle's taut nipple in my mouth, sucking gently yet possessively as my tongue swirled over the hardened peak. Gabrielle moaned louder, hips bucking lightly against my thigh as Fleur continued stroking me slowly, deliberately teasing my cock with every maddeningly sensual movement.

"Oh, Harry," Gabrielle whimpered breathlessly, threading her fingers through my hair, pulling me even closer. "Yes—just like that—please, don't stop!"

Fleur chuckled wickedly, clearly delighted by her sister's reaction. She leaned in, whispering provocatively in my ear once more. "Gabrielle loves when her nipples are teased. She's always been sensitive there. Suck harder, bite just a little—she'll beg for more."

A thrilling question went through my head! How exactly did Fleur know that about Gabrielle?

I increased the pressure of my mouth, tugging gently with my teeth on Gabrielle's swollen pink nipple. Gabrielle's cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing sensually against mine. Fleur rewarded me immediately, speeding up the rhythm of her hand as she massaged and pumped my cock, driving me nearly insane with desire.

Not wanting Fleur to feel neglected, I shifted slightly, releasing Gabrielle's breast from my mouth and turning my head to Fleur. 

I captured her lips in a ravenous, demanding kiss, our tongues dancing sensually as I slid one hand down her soft, toned stomach. My fingers soon found the wet between Fleur's thighs, sliding slowly between her slick, swollen folds and eliciting an eager, appreciative moan from her lips. "Yes, Harry—right there," Fleur gasped breathlessly against my mouth, her grip tightening around my cock as her hips rolled forward, encouraging my exploring fingers to penetrate deeper. "Oh—fuck, yes, just like that!"

My cock pulsed and leaked precum heavily, smearing Fleur's fingers as her grip continued driving me closer to the brink. Gabrielle pressed herself tighter against my opposite side, her mouth seeking mine hungrily once again, her warm tongue tangling seductively with mine. 

I alternated heated kisses between the two stunning blonde witches.

Gabrielle boldly reached downward, joining Fleur's hand in massaging my hard cock. Both sisters stroked and teased me in perfect unison, their delicate fingers sliding wetly over my thick length, occasionally teasing my sensitive cockhead with their thumbs, smearing precum around my pulsing tip. My breathing grew ragged, a feral growl escaping my lips as I fought desperately to maintain control.

"I need you both," I rasped out. 

"We need you to 'arry…" Gabrielle purred.

"Before you fuck us," Fleur purred softly, looking up at me through thick, darkened lashes, "you should mark us first, Harry," she suggested.

Fleur grasped Gabrielle's delicate wrist, gently pulling her sister downward, guiding them both onto their knees before me. My breath grew ragged and uneven as I stared down at the sight of the two stunning, platinum-blonde sisters kneeling submissively before my throbbing cock, their soft, lush lips mere inches away from my aching flesh.

I gasped audibly, my fingers instinctively threading through their silky hair, as Fleur leaned forward first, her eyes locked hungrily onto mine. 

Her tongue darted out slowly, deliberately licking up from the very base of my cock all the way to my sensitive, swollen head. Her mouth felt impossibly warm, wet, and perfect, sending sharp jolts of pleasure radiating throughout my body!

Gabrielle followed Fleur's lead, her beautiful blue eyes wide with shy excitement as she tentatively pressed her soft lips against my heavy balls, gently kissing and licking the sensitive skin. Her warm, trembling tongue began tracing circles around my sac, her breath hot against my skin, sending deliciously intense shivers dancing along my spine.

The intoxicating sight of both gorgeous sisters worshiping my cock simultaneously nearly drove me over the edge right then and there. Fleur's mouth moved slowly upward again, this time enveloping my engorged cockhead fully between her plush, pillowy lips. She sucked greedily, swirling her tongue expertly around the sensitive tip, her eyes fixed upwards, filled with sultry promise.

"Mmm, Harry," Fleur moaned softly around my shaft, the vibrations of her voice nearly making my knees buckle. "You taste so good!"

Gabrielle's confidence grew with each passing moment, her gentle kisses becoming increasingly bold and passionate as she sensually sucked and licked at my balls, her soft moans joining her sister's as she savored my taste and scent. The sensation of Gabrielle's eager tongue exploring every sensitive inch of my sac combined with Fleur's incredible mouth sucking greedily at the tip of my cock left me panting harshly, heart pounding violently against my ribs.

"Oh fuck," I groaned loudly, my hips involuntarily bucking slightly forward, pushing more of my thick shaft deeper into Fleur's mouth. Fleur hummed appreciatively, effortlessly taking me deeper, sliding several inches down her tight, welcoming throat. 

Her sapphire eyes watered slightly but never left mine, challenging and seductive, demanding my pleasure.

The sisters moved fluidly, sharing my cock and balls seamlessly between them. Fleur popped her mouth off my cock with an audible, erotic sound, saliva connecting her swollen lips to the throbbing head. Gabrielle immediately moved up to replace her, her soft, inexperienced mouth wrapping shyly around my thick shaft. She moaned softly, trembling with nervous excitement as she began tentatively bobbing her head, mimicking Fleur's movements and quickly gaining confidence!

Fleur's tongue traced lower now, lavishing my balls with slow, wet kisses as she guided Gabrielle with whispered words of filthy encouragement. "That's it, Gabrielle. Take him deeper. Show Harry how much you need his cock!"

Gabrielle's eyes fluttered shut briefly, cheeks flushed a deep, enticing pink, emboldened by Fleur's seductive praise. She eagerly began taking me deeper into her throat, the sensation of her shy, unpracticed lips sliding tightly around my length driving me utterly insane with need.

"Oh Maou, yes! Just like that…" I hissed sharply, gripping Gabrielle's soft hair tighter, guiding her movements gently as she sucked harder, determined to please me.

Fleur returned to my cock as well, licking slowly up and down the shaft as Gabrielle's mouth bobbed rhythmically. The two sisters took turns sucking the tip, their lips occasionally meeting around the head of my cock as they shared passionate, wet kisses with my throbbing length trapped erotically between their hungry mouths. Saliva dripped down my shaft, coating me slickly, heightening the sensations further as their tongues moved skillfully together.

Their heated moans echoed in the quiet room, blending perfectly with my own guttural groans of pleasure. 

Gabrielle pulled back slightly, panting for air, her eyes glazed with lust and newfound excitement. Fleur immediately seized the opportunity, eagerly taking my cock deep again, sliding me down her tight throat with practiced ease. She moaned wantonly around my girth, eyes blazing with pure, primal desire as she worked tirelessly to coax my orgasm.

"Mark us, Harry," Fleur repeated hoarsely, voice thick with arousal and dripping with filthy promise. "Cum all over us!"

Her words unraveled my last threads of control, sending me hurtling rapidly toward the brink. With a harsh cry, I tightened my grip on Fleur's hair, gently pulling her back from my cock at the last moment. Both sisters instinctively tilted their beautiful faces upwards, eyes wide and expectant.

I stroked my slick, throbbing cock furiously, feeling the pressure build to an unbearable crescendo before finally erupting with a grunt! 

Thick ropes of hot cum exploded forcefully from my twitching length, splattering messily across both sisters' gorgeous faces. Fleur and Gabrielle gasped in delight, tongues darting out eagerly to taste me, savoring the hot, sticky cum dripping slowly down their cheeks and lips.

I groaned, chest heaving with exertion as I continued emptying myself fully, marking Fleur and Gabrielle thoroughly, coating their flushed faces, luscious lips, and even their perfect breasts with my cum. 

"Fuck," I rasped breathlessly, staring in awe at the erotic sight before me. The two breathtakingly beautiful sisters utterly drenched, kneeling submissively with proud satisfaction shining in their eyes.

My cock still pulsed insistently, throbbing painfully with need, even after emptying myself all over Fleur and Gabrielle's flushed, cum-splattered faces. Fleur's eyes met mine as she gracefully rose to her feet, tugging Gabrielle gently upward beside her.

"Come, Harry," Fleur purred seductively, eyes glinting mischievously. "I want you inside me! I want to feel you stretch me wide!"

My breathing grew ragged again at her filthy words, and I eagerly followed the two alluring sisters to the expansive, plush bed dominating the suite. My heart pounded fiercely as I watched them lie down side by side atop the silk sheets, their incredible, naked bodies pressing intimately together. 

Fleur reached out, cupping Gabrielle's flushed, cum-covered face tenderly in her delicate hands. Their lips met in an erotic, open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly as they shared my thick, hot cum between their exploring tongues. 

Watching them swap my seed with such hungry enthusiasm sent fire rushing through my veins, my cock stiffening to an almost painful hardness again.

"Holy fuck," I groaned appreciatively.

Fleur broke their kiss momentarily, running her tongue slowly across Gabrielle's cheek, licking away more of my sticky essence. Gabrielle giggled shyly, blushing adorably yet eagerly reciprocating, her small tongue flicking out to lap at the droplets of cum on Fleur's plush lips.

"Mon dieu, you taste divine, Harry," Gabrielle moaned softly, shooting me a shy, sultry look.

"It is quite delicious!" Gabrielle added while running her tongue across her lower lip.

Fleur smirked seductively up at me, reclining back against the silk pillows and deliberately spreading her toned thighs wide apart, shamelessly exposing her glistening, soaked pink pussy to my hungry gaze. "Do you like the show, Harry?" Fleur teased breathlessly, fingers trailing invitingly over her wet folds. "Why don't you come and claim what's yours?"

Her explicit invitation snapped whatever thin thread of restraint I had left. With a primal growl, I climbed onto the bed, settling comfortably between Fleur's invitingly parted thighs. My cock pulsed excitedly at the sight of her slick, dripping cunt, flushed bright pink with arousal, her juices soaking the bed beneath her.

Glancing briefly at Gabrielle, I noticed the younger sister watching wide-eyed with eager curiosity, lying beside Fleur, one delicate hand gently massaging her own untouched pussy in anticipation.

Focusing back on Fleur, I gripped her soft, toned thighs firmly, spreading her even wider, aligning my thick cockhead against her slick entrance. 

Secretly, I felt a brief pang of disappointment, knowing Fleur wasn't a virgin like Gabrielle would be, but as I pressed slowly forward, burying the first inch of my cock into Fleur's impossibly tight, gripping walls, that petty thought evaporated instantly!

"Fuck!" I hissed sharply, eyes widening in shock and amazement as Fleur's supernatural pussy squeezed deliciously around me, massaging every sensitive nerve ending, dragging me deeper into her incredible warmth. It was like nothing I'd ever imagined possible—the tight, silken heat molding perfectly around my cock, seemingly designed specifically to bring me unparalleled pleasure.

"Oh, fuck yes, Harry!" Fleur gasped loudly beneath me, her elegant back arching off the bed, platinum hair spilling messily across the sheets as I sank deeper and deeper into her perfect cunt. "You're so big—Oui! So thick!—Fill me up, stretch me wide!"

"Your pussy feels fucking amazing, Fleur," I groaned honestly, gripping her hips tighter as I bottomed out fully inside her, savoring the breathtaking sensation of her slick inner muscles rhythmically squeezing and milking my cock. "So fucking tight, this pussy is like fucking magic."

Gabrielle watched avidly beside us, cheeks flushed beautifully with excitement and anticipation as her fingers slowly circled her own glistening folds. "Oui, Harry," Gabrielle murmured softly, eyes wide with awe. "Take Fleur—fuck her hard. Show me how you'll claim me next."

I started moving—slowly at first—deliberately savoring every perfect inch of Fleur's incredible pussy gripping me tightly. She wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist, heels digging insistently into my lower back, urging me deeper, harder.

"Fuck, yes!" Fleur cried desperately, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as I increased my pace, sliding my cock rapidly in and out of her tight, supernatural cunt. "Yes, Harry—fuck me harder, take me like I'm yours!"

"Mine," I growled possessively, thrusting forcefully into her, watching her generous tits bounce enticingly with each powerful movement. "You're both mine—these perfect pussies belong to me now!"

"Oui, Harry—yours!" Gabrielle whispered breathlessly, eagerly caressing her slick folds, her gaze locked intently onto my cock pistoning relentlessly into Fleur.

"Then kiss your sister again," I commanded Gabrielle roughly, dominance surging hotly through my veins. "Show me how much you both love my cum."

Gabrielle obeyed instantly, leaning forward to passionately kiss Fleur, their tongues tangling obscenely, sharing lingering traces of my seed. Watching them make out hungrily beneath me while Fleur's tight pussy squeezed rhythmically around my cock sent me soaring toward orgasm again.

"You're both so fucking sexy," I rasped roughly, thrusts becoming increasingly urgent and frantic. "Fleur—Maou, your pussy is incredible."

"Fuck me harder, Harry," Fleur gasped breathlessly beneath me. Her delicate fingers clawed desperately at my back, nails scraping pleasantly across my skin as she rolled her hips urgently upwards, impaling herself further onto my cock. "Don't hold back! Veela are made for passionate sex. I can take everything you have to give."

I growled possessively, gripping her creamy, slender thighs tightly, forcing her legs open until her knees pressed back almost to her chest.

"You want it harder, Fleur?" I rasped roughly. I drew my hips back slowly, savoring the tight, delicious friction of her soaked, supernatural pussy clinging desperately to every inch of my throbbing shaft. "You want me to fuck this tight, perfect Veela cunt like it deserves?"

"Yes—please," Fleur begged shamelessly, arching her back enticingly, thrusting her incredible breasts upward, rosy nipples swollen and taut with arousal. "Fuck me hard—use me—take me however you want, Harry. I'm yours."

Gabrielle moaned softly beside us, eyes wide and entranced as she watched, her delicate fingers working furiously over her untouched pussy, hips grinding slowly into her hand. The sight of the younger sister pleasuring herself shamelessly while witnessing my cock plunging deeply into Fleur only heightened my lust further.

Gripping Fleur's thighs tighter, I thrust forward savagely, burying my cock fully to the hilt in one powerful stroke!

Fleur's head fell back with a loud, wanton cry, her pussy spasming rhythmically around me, as though determined to squeeze every drop of pleasure from my cock.

"Fuck, Fleur! You're incredible," I groaned, immediately setting a punishing, relentless pace, hammering into her tight, silken depths with long, deep strokes. Her tight cunt made obscene, wet sounds with every brutal thrust, echoing lewdly in the lavish suite. Sweat began to drip from my forehead onto her flushed, beautiful face.

"Yes, just like that, Harry!" Fleur screamed, her voice rising in a passionate crescendo of pure ecstasy. Her thighs quivered violently under my fingers, muscles tensing beautifully as she bucked her hips up to meet my punishing thrusts. "Fuck me—fuck me harder—oh god—yes, yes!"

I winced at her use of the G-word, but that didn't stop my thrusting! 

Gabrielle whimpered audibly, clearly enraptured by her sister's uninhibited passion. Her soft, innocent voice cut through the sounds of our fucking, adding an extra layer of filth to the scene. "Oui, Harry—take her, claim her. Fuck her until she can't even think straight!"

I was more than eager to fulfill her filthy request. Growling darkly, I increased my pace once more, my cock slamming brutally into her sister's soaked cunt over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with our passionate cries. Gabrielle watched intently beside us, her slender fingers working rapidly over her virgin pussy as she trembled on the verge of orgasm herself.

"Oui, Harry—claim my sister," Gabrielle whimpered shyly, voice shaking with desire and awe. "I can't wait for my turn—watching you fuck Fleur so passionately is driving me insane!"

Fleur's eyes fluttered open briefly, locking onto Gabrielle's flushed face as a smirk curled wickedly on her lips. "Do you see, Gabrielle?" she panted breathlessly, voice dripping with sinful pride. "This—this is how a real man fucks his Veela. Oh, fuck—Harry, keep going—don't stop! I'm close!"

"I'm going to fill you with my cum, Fleur," I rasped harshly, feeling the intense pressure rapidly building deep within my balls once again. 

"Yes! Cum inside me—fill me up! Make me yours!" Fleur screamed wantonly, her pussy clenching almost painfully around my cock, urging me to finish inside her, to claim her completely. "Do it! Cum for me, Harry!"

I slammed deeply into Fleur one final time, my cock erupting deep inside her tight, supernatural pussy. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot powerfully into her depths, filling her utterly as her pussy spasmed around me, greedily milking every last drop from my cock.

"Fuck yes, Fleur! Take it all!" I growled possessively, hips bucking erratically as I emptied myself fully inside her. 

Fleur trembled beneath me, her own orgasm ripping powerfully through her flawless body, her muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically around my cock as she screamed my name. "Harry—oh god—yes, Harry!" Fleur sobbed breathlessly, holding onto me tightly, her nails digging pleasantly into my back as her own orgasm continued crashing over her in intense, euphoric waves.

Finally spent, I collapsed forward onto Fleur, breathing harshly against her neck as our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together. "That was the best sex I've ever had…" I groaned.

Fleur kissed my temple tenderly, a soft laugh bubbling sweetly from her lips as she lovingly stroked my hair. "Mon dieu, Harry," Fleur murmured breathlessly, voice filled with tender awe. "You were magnificent. Perfect."

I groaned contentedly, raising myself slightly to gaze deeply into Fleur's radiant eyes, satisfaction swelling warmly in my chest. "No, Fleur," I whispered hoarsely, gently cupping her flushed cheek, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "You are perfection given form."

She blushed beautifully, eyes shining with affection and happiness, before her mischievous gaze shifted playfully toward Gabrielle. Fleur smirked wickedly. "Now, dear sister," she teased sultrily, voice still breathless. "I believe it's your turn to experience the passion of a true man."

She was right about that! Thank the Maou devils like me had supernatural stamina, because I wasn't ready to quit even after cumming twice now!

I slowly withdrew my still-throbbing cock from Fleur's perfect, cum-filled pussy, watching with satisfaction as some of my seed leaked out onto the silk sheets beneath us. She whimpered softly beneath me, her eyes hazy and full of bliss as she watched me shift my attention fully to her eager younger sister.

Gabrielle was staring at me wide-eyed, her flushed cheeks glowing with a combination of shyness, nervousness, and intense, barely restrained desire. She was panting softly, her slender, beautiful body trembling visibly as I crawled toward her, eyes locked intently on her untouched, glistening pussy. 

I felt my devil instincts roar in satisfaction at the knowledge that I was about to claim Gabrielle's precious virginity.

Gabrielle spread her long, shapely legs wider, offering herself fully to me. She shyly met my gaze, biting her lower lip before timidly reaching two delicate fingers down to her pussy. I watched, utterly enthralled, as she slowly spread her slick, pink folds open for me, exposing her tight, virginal entrance.

"Harry," Gabrielle whispered breathlessly. "My virginity…it's yours. Please, take it. Make me yours, just like Fleur."

"Gabrielle…" I settled myself between her spread thighs, positioning my throbbing shaft mere inches from her inviting core. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear you say that."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath me, her breasts bouncing gently with each breath she took. 

Fleur shifted gracefully beside her sister, reaching out lovingly to caress Gabrielle's flushed cheek, offering gentle reassurance. "This will be a beautiful moment, ma petite sœur," Fleur murmured softly, kissing Gabrielle's cheek tenderly. "Relax and enjoy every second."

Gabrielle smiled shyly, her confidence bolstered by Fleur's gentle encouragement. 

I slowly placed one hand possessively upon Gabrielle's smooth, flat stomach, feeling the rapid fluttering of her pulse beneath my palm as I guided my cock closer, pressing the swollen, sensitive head teasingly against her wet, trembling folds.

"Oh god, Harry," Gabrielle whimpered sweetly, squirming slightly beneath me in desperate anticipation. Her wide eyes gazed trustingly into mine, her vulnerability and excitement driving me nearly mad with desire. "Please don't make me wait any longer! I need to feel you inside me."

I smirked wickedly, deliberately teasing the head of my cock up and down her slick entrance, coating myself in her abundant arousal. I savored the way she gasped and trembled beneath me, hips lifting involuntarily, silently begging for more contact. "You're so wet, Gabrielle," I purred deeply, deliberately grinding myself lightly against her sensitive clit, making her cry out softly in surprise and pleasure. "Are you sure you're ready for this? There's no going back once I take you."

"Yes, Harry—please!" Gabrielle moaned desperately, her delicate fingers clutching the silk sheets beside her. "I trust you—I want this—I want you."

Fleur leaned in again. "She's ready for you, Harry. Show my sweet sister what it truly means to be taken by a powerful man."

I took a deep breath as I pressed forward slowly, the head of my cock beginning to penetrate Gabrielle's impossibly tight entrance. She gasped loudly, her entire body tensing briefly beneath me, eyes widening in shock at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Oh—Harry—it feels so…big," Gabrielle whimpered nervously.

"I'll go slow," I assured her gently, leaning down to capture her soft lips in a tender, passionate kiss, coaxing her to relax further beneath me. My tongue explored her mouth lovingly, feeling her gradually melt into me, her thighs relaxing and allowing me to push deeper inside.

"Oui, Gabrielle," Fleur encouraged softly, stroking her sister's platinum hair affectionately. "Relax and breathe—you'll feel incredible soon enough."

I carefully pressed forward again, feeling Gabrielle's untouched pussy stretch slowly, exquisitely around my thick cock. She was impossibly tight—almost painfully so—her walls squeezing me desperately, resisting my entry at first before gradually yielding to my insistent pressure. 

Gabrielle whimpered softly into our kiss, her nails gently digging into my shoulders as I slowly worked inch after inch into her virgin core.

"Almost there," I murmured tenderly against her lips, feeling the undeniable resistance of her hymen pressing snugly against my cockhead. 

Gabrielle's breath caught sharply, eyes widening slightly as realization dawned upon her. "I'm ready, Harry," she breathed softly, determination glittering fiercely in her beautiful eyes. My cock surged powerfully at her words, and with a single, firm thrust, I breached the final barrier, claiming Gabrielle's innocence completely. She gasped sharply beneath me, her body trembling beautifully, a small cry of mingled pain and pleasure escaping her lips. "Oh—oh god—Harry!" Gabrielle whimpered breathlessly, clutching me tightly as I held myself still, allowing her a moment to adjust to the new sensation. 

Fleur immediately began peppering her sister's face and shoulders with soothing kisses, whispering words of gentle comfort.

"You're doing wonderfully, Gabrielle," Fleur murmured sweetly, eyes full of pride and love as she caressed her sister's flushed cheek. "Soon you'll feel nothing but pleasure."

Gabrielle nodded shakily, meeting my gaze once more with determination. "Move, Harry—please. Show me the pleasure Fleur speaks of! I want it so badly."

I groaned deeply at her innocent plea, pulling back slowly before thrusting carefully forward again, repeating the motion gradually, allowing her tight, velvety walls to accommodate my size fully. Gabrielle's initial discomfort quickly began fading into raw pleasure, her soft cries of pain turning swiftly into gasps and moans of pure bliss.

"Harry—oh god—it feels so good!" Gabrielle gasped, hips instinctively beginning to rise and fall beneath me, eagerly matching my steady rhythm. "I never imagined it would feel like this—please don't stop!"

"I won't stop, Gabrielle," I growled possessively, increasing my pace as her pussy relaxed fully around me, allowing my cock to slide smoothly, deeply inside her exquisite heat. "Your perfect little pussy belongs to me now—I'm going to fuck you until you can barely breathe."

"Yes—oui, Harry—fuck me!" Gabrielle cried passionately, her slender arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me down for another desperate, heated kiss. Her hips bucked insistently beneath me, taking my cock even deeper with each thrust.

Fleur watched with a satisfied, approving smile, her fingers lightly circling her still-dripping pussy as she whispered filthy encouragement to both of us.

I slowed my pace slightly as I thrust into Gabrielle's impossibly tight pussy, determined to be more gentle and careful than I had been with Fleur. Gabrielle's tight channel squeezed and pulsed around my cock in a grip that was nearly painful, yet felt incredibly good. It was tighter than anything I'd felt before—even tighter than Fleur's—which I previously thought impossible.

Her pussy was so incredibly snug around me that every slow, shallow thrust required effort to restrain myself from ravishing her too harshly. 

"Oui, Harry," she gasped sweetly, fingers weaving tighter into my hair as I lowered my head to gently suckle at one of her beautiful breasts. They weren't quite as large as Fleur's, but still exquisitely shaped, firm and supple, and tipped with perfect rosy nipples that tightened instantly beneath my mouth. "That feels… so good." I alternated soft kisses with gentle nips, swirling my tongue around her hardened peaks and sucking gently until Gabrielle's hips bucked upward with need. "Harry, please… more," she begged breathlessly, her hips lifting to meet each gentle stroke.

Fleur smiled approvingly beside us, still lazily touching herself as she observed the tender yet passionate way I took her sister. "See, Gabrielle? Didn't I promise he'd take good care of you?" Fleur purred, her sultry voice thick with desire. She reached out, brushing stray strands of blonde hair from Gabrielle's flushed face lovingly. "You look so beautiful beneath him, ma petite sœur. Tell Harry exactly how it feels."

Gabrielle gazed at me with hazy, lust-filled eyes, her lips parted as soft, eager moans slipped forth. "It's… it's incredible," she confessed shyly, her cheeks coloring deeper even as she rocked herself onto my shaft, driving me deeper inside her snug warmth. "I never imagined it would be so… full… so deep."

"You're perfect, Gabrielle," I murmured, trailing my mouth lower, leaving a blazing trail of kisses down the smooth expanse of her stomach. 

Her thighs parted wider around my hips. I thrust in and out with slow, deliberate care. I shifted my angle slightly, deliberately grinding my pelvis against Gabrielle's sensitive clit each time I bottomed out fully inside her. Her eyes widened instantly, a startled cry of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Oh! Harry! Right there—please do that again!" she pleaded desperately, her hips now eagerly rising to meet every thrust.

"You like that, Gabrielle?" I teased gently, repeating the motion, rolling my hips against her aching bundle of nerves as I sank deeply inside her perfect, clenching pussy. "Do you like feeling my cock stretch you wide?"

"Yes! I love it!" Gabrielle whimpered shamelessly, her innocence fading into pure, carnal need. Her eyes locked onto mine fiercely, demanding more. "Please don't be gentle anymore! I want to feel everything."

I groaned deeply at her explicit request, beginning to move a bit faster, a bit harder, unable to fully hold back any longer. Her pussy was still impossibly tight but now slick with arousal, pulling me deeper, demanding that I fill her again and again. "You asked for it," I growled playfully, gripping her hips firmly and thrusting deeply. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Gabrielle—you're mine now."

"Yes, Harry—ruin me," Gabrielle sobbed passionately, clutching tightly at me as I fucked her with increasing fervor. "I'm yours—only yours—forever."

The raw emotion and desperation in her voice pushed me closer to the edge, and I leaned down again, capturing her lips in a fierce, heated kiss, our tongues dancing wildly as I fucked her harder into the mattress. Her cries grew louder, hips matching mine thrust-for-thrust, driving herself onto my cock as if desperate to take me even deeper.

I reached between us, rubbing her clit in rapid circles as my cock hammered into her, determined to send her over the edge before my own climax overwhelmed me. "Cum for me, Gabrielle," I commanded roughly, biting gently at her lower lip. "Show me how good my cock makes you feel."

Pleasure surged fiercely through my body, rapidly building in intensity, coiling tight and hot at the base of my spine. My hips pistoned powerfully into Gabrielle's impossibly tight pussy, every deep, rough stroke sending jolts of raw ecstasy radiating outward through every nerve ending. My cock felt painfully swollen, throbbing uncontrollably as her tight walls milked me with every thrust. 

Gabrielle gasped desperately beneath me, her delicate fingers clawing insistently at my back, nails digging sharply into my skin as her hips bucked eagerly upward to meet my increasingly savage pace. "Don't stop—please don't stop—I'm almost there!" she cried out.

Suddenly Fleur leaned in beside us, her naked body pressing warmly against my side. Her delicate fingers cupped Gabrielle's bouncing breasts possessively, and she lowered her mouth hungrily, her tongue flicking teasingly across Gabrielle's sensitive nipples. Gabrielle's moans spiked sharply, her eyes fluttering closed, a look of sheer ecstasy spreading across her flushed, sweat-slicked face.

"Let me help," Fleur purred wickedly before she trailed one hand sensually downward, effortlessly replacing my fingers between Gabrielle's quivering thighs. She began rubbing rapid, tight circles around Gabrielle's swollen, aching clit, instantly driving her younger sister wild with renewed intensity.

"Oh fuck, Fleur!" Gabrielle cried sharply, her body jerking beautifully beneath me, her inner walls convulsing rhythmically around my thick cock. Her eyes flew open, glazed with lust and surprise, locking helplessly onto mine as she gasped desperately. "Harry—she's touching me—Fleur's rubbing my clit—it feels so good!"

I growled approvingly, focusing entirely on fucking her now, trusting Fleur's talented fingers to increase Gabrielle's pleasure perfectly. My thrusts became deeper and harder. Her flesh rippled each time our bodies met.

"That's it, Gabrielle," Fleur cooed sultrily against her sister's breast, her fingertips working expertly over Gabrielle's throbbing clit, teasing and circling relentlessly. "Feel Harry's cock stretch you, filling you deep while I rub your tight little clit. You're going to cum so hard for us."

Gabrielle trembled violently beneath me, her muscles tightening and spasming as Fleur's filthy words drove her swiftly to the edge. Her hips rising urgently, desperately grinding herself onto my cock and Fleur's relentless touch. "Harry! Fleur! Mon dieu! I'm cumming!" Gabrielle shrieked breathlessly, her voice breaking into desperate sobs of ecstasy as her orgasm suddenly exploded through her, her body arching beautifully off the bed.

Her tight, inexperienced pussy clenched around my shaft, squeezing me in rhythmic pulses, milking me tightly. I hissed sharply, feeling my own climax roar up fiercely, overwhelming all my senses. "Yes, Gabrielle—cum on my cock!" I shouted possessively, slamming brutally into her spasming depths. "Take every drop of my cum inside this perfect little pussy!"

I erupted violently deep inside her, thick ropes of hot cum pumping powerfully into Gabrielle's convulsing core, flooding her virgin pussy utterly. She gasped and shuddered beneath me, clutching desperately at my body, sobbing my name again and again as she experienced wave after wave of blissful climax.

"Yes! Yes, Harry! Fill me up!" Gabrielle cried passionately, trembling beneath my body, eyes wide and awestruck. 

Fleur purred approvingly, still teasing Gabrielle's clit gently, guiding her younger sister through the final throes of orgasm. "Good girl, Gabrielle. Such a beautiful climax. Do you feel it? Do you feel Harry claiming you completely?"

"Oui, Fleur," Gabrielle whimpered breathlessly.

I collapsed atop Gabrielle, utterly spent for the next few minutes. My cock remained buried deeply inside her flooded, still-quivering pussy, relishing the sensation of our combined juices leaking slowly around my shaft. "You were incredible, Gabrielle," I murmured tenderly against her flushed skin, pressing soft kisses gently along her collarbone and throat. 

Gabrielle sighed softly beneath me, a radiant smile blossoming beautifully across her flushed face. She wrapped her slender arms tightly around me, pulling me closer and peppering soft, affectionate kisses along my shoulder and neck. "Merci, Harry," Gabrielle whispered lovingly, her blue eyes glittering brightly with happiness and contentment. "You made my first time more perfect than I ever imagined possible."

Fleur smiled warmly beside us, leaning over to gently kiss Gabrielle's cheek before smiling at me. "And yet, mon amour," Fleur purred teasingly, "the night is still young, and I'm sure the three of us can find even more ways to enjoy each other… non?"

(R - 18 End)

Chapter 8.5:

– Harry –

…After an entire night of incredibly passionate, sweaty sex, I found myself comfortably cuddled up beneath the soft, luxurious sheets with Fleur and Gabrielle. Warm morning sunlight was gently peeking through the curtains, lighting up their beautiful platinum-blonde hair and flawless skin. Our bodies were tangled together, their soft curves pressed lovingly against me, and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Gabrielle lay on my right side, her head resting sweetly on my chest. Her fingers lazily traced slow, comforting circles on my stomach. Fleur was pressed up against my left side, holding onto me as if I might disappear if she loosened her grip. Her fingertips moved gently across my chest, slowly stroking me and clearly telling me she didn't want me getting out of bed anytime soon.

Gabrielle looked up at me with big, playful eyes. "Harry," she said softly, giving me an adorable pout, "you're not thinking of leaving us already, are you? I'm not ready to let you go yet."

Fleur giggled quietly, leaning closer and kissing my shoulder. "Oui, Harry. We're keeping you here with us a while longer."

I chuckled softly and wrapped my arms around them tighter, enjoying the closeness. "Believe me, ladies, I wasn't planning on going anywhere."

We enjoyed a peaceful moment, quietly savoring each other's warmth. Eventually Fleur looked up at me with curious, gentle eyes. "Harry," she began carefully, "Last night you showed us your wings and your amazing magic…but you didn't tell us before that you're not completely human. Why?"

Gabrielle nodded quickly, looking up at me with understanding eyes. "Yes, Harry. You can trust us with anything. We want to know everything about you."

I took a slow breath, feeling a little nervous, but their loving, encouraging looks helped me relax. "Honestly, I only learned about all this myself recently. Actually, it was the very same day I met the two of you."

Their eyes widened in surprise, encouraging me to continue.

"I actually have two mothers," I explained gently. "My human mother, Lily Potter, died protecting me when I was still just a baby. My other mother, Serafall, is a powerful devil. For most of my life, I had no idea I was half-devil. I didn't even know magic existed until recently."

Fleur and Gabrielle both softened their expressions, their hands squeezing me gently to show their support.

I sighed quietly and continued, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Part of me worried about how you'd feel about it, knowing I wasn't fully human. I was scared you might think differently about me."

Gabrielle immediately shook her head, her expression sweet and caring. "Harry, you didn't need to be nervous about that! We would never turn away from you just because you're different."

"That's right," Fleur agreed, gently touching my face with a loving smile. "Besides, Harry, we're not exactly human either."

I looked at them in surprise. Fleur smiled and leaned closer. "Gabrielle and I aren't quarter-Veela like everyone believes. Actually, we're fully Veela—just like our mother."

"Fully Veela? But…how?"

Gabrielle giggled softly, looking a little shy. "Veela are actually an all-female race, Harry. There aren't any male Veela at all. I imagine we're a bit like Succubi in that regard… If they are even real," she added with a shrug.

I knew for a fact they are real, but let them continue.

Fleur nodded seriously. "We've always pretended to be only part-Veela because it's safer and easier. Wizards don't usually accept full non-human beings in their midst, so we keep our true nature hidden. The Veela community has no idea how long we can keep the ruse going, but its worked for the past hundred years at the very least. Even our own Papa thinks we are only a quarter Veela…" she seemed a bit sad to admit that.

Gabrielle added her mother Apolline loves their father but he only married her because he thought she was half-veela and not full.

I didn't really think a relationship built on lies like that was a good idea, but I'm glad it happened because otherwise these two amazing french sisters wouldn't exist, cuddling up naked in this hotel bed with me.

I also felt warmth and understanding spread through my heart. I'd been worried they'd judge me, when in reality they'd dealt with the same kind of worries their whole lives. It made me feel even closer to them. Smiling warmly, I hugged them both tighter. "You're both amazing and beautiful, and nothing could ever change how much I care about you."

Fleur smiled brightly, looking relieved as she leaned forward and kissed me deeply. Her soft lips moved lovingly against mine, her tongue brushing mine gently before she finally pulled back.

Gabrielle immediately followed, leaning up and kissing me sweetly. Her gentle kiss felt full of love and warmth. She slowly pulled away, looking at me with shining eyes and a happy smile. "We've found the perfect man," Gabrielle sighed happily, resting her head back on my chest.

"Yes, and we're not letting him go," Fleur said softly, kissing my neck gently.

I felt warmth spreading through my body again, my cock twitching beneath the soft covers as the beautiful girls pressed even closer against me. Fleur's smooth thigh gently rubbed against my leg, and Gabrielle sighed happily, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles lower and lower down my stomach.

I groaned softly, unable to hide my excitement as their wandering hands finally found my rapidly hardening shaft beneath the sheets.

"Oh? It seems our Harry is already eager for more," Fleur purred playfully, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she gently stroked her fingertips along my cock, teasing me.

Gabrielle giggled sweetly, her smaller, delicate hand slowly wrapping around me and squeezing lightly, sending waves of pleasure racing through my body. "Well, can you blame him? Last night was simply amazing—of course he'd want more…"

Just as Fleur moved lower, clearly intent on sliding beneath the sheets to continue our intimate morning, a sudden bright glow lit up the room, making us all jump.

"What the—?" Fleur gasped, pulling back slightly in surprise.

In the middle of the floor at the foot of our bed, a shimmering blue circle appeared. Before we could react further, Lyra suddenly popped into existence right there, dressed in her usual provocative maid uniform that barely contained her stunning curves. Her deep sapphire eyes swept hungrily over my naked body, lingering shamelessly on my obvious arousal beneath the sheets, before narrowing in annoyance at the two equally nude Veela sisters pressed intimately against me.

Lyra crossed her arms beneath her generous breasts, pushing them up enticingly as she pouted dramatically at me. "Young Master, I'm so very jealous right now," she whined petulantly. "You left Lyna and me behind last night while you ran off to enjoy these two!"

Gabrielle blushed brightly at being caught in such a compromising situation but didn't let go of me, instead holding my cock protectively in her grip, her cheeks red as she shot Lyra an embarrassed yet defiant look. Fleur openly glared at Lyra, clearly unhappy about the interruption, even as her hand stayed possessively wrapped around my shaft.

I sighed, a little disappointed we'd been interrupted when things were just getting good again. But my attention quickly shifted as I noticed something rather odd: Lyra was clutching a strange-looking little creature by its skinny neck, holding it casually as if it were a misbehaving kitten.

"Lyra, why are you strangling a house elf?" I asked curiously, frowning slightly as the small creature struggled weakly in her grip.

Lyra blinked in confusion, glancing down as if she'd completely forgotten she was holding the elf. "Oh, right!" She shrugged lightly and simply dropped the poor creature onto the carpet. "This annoying thing was snooping around the hotel, trying to steal your mail, Master Harry. I caught him, of course."

The elf coughed and rubbed its neck, glancing up at me with large, watery eyes. He wore a ragged pillowcase for clothing, his long ears drooping pathetically. "T-that's not true, great Harry Potter sir!" he squeaked desperately, his voice high-pitched and shaking. "Dobby would never steal from Harry Potter! Dobby only wants to help, sir!"

I raised an eyebrow, utterly confused at whatever was going on. "Wait, who exactly are you? What do you mean, you're trying to help?"

"Dobby is Dobby, sir! Dobby is a house elf, and he is here to warn the great Harry Potter! Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts this year, sir! Terrible, dangerous things await him there!" The elf looked terrified as he stared at me pleadingly.

I stared down at the strange little elf named Dobby, feeling utterly confused and more than a bit irritated at the unexpected interruption. Fleur and Gabrielle, though clearly annoyed at the disruption as well, kept their soft hands possessively wrapped around my still-hard cock beneath the sheets. 

It was an odd situation, to say the least.

"Hold on," I said carefully, narrowing my eyes at the trembling elf on the floor. "Why are you even talking about Hogwarts? I haven't publicly announced that I'm going to attend yet. How did you know?"

Dobby nervously shuffled his oversized feet, his enormous eyes watery and apologetic as he looked up at me. "B-because of the Daily Prophet, great Harry Potter sir! It came out this morning with an article about Harry Potter finally attending Hogwarts! Dobby read it and knew he must warn you!"

I frowned deeply. Someone must have leaked that information. I hadn't exactly hidden my plans but it wasn't supposed to be common knowledge just yet.

Lyra stepped forward aggressively, her deep blue eyes blazing with suspicion. "If you know something dangerous, little elf, you'd better tell Master Harry right this instant," she demanded harshly, sparks of vivid blue magic crackling menacingly around her fingertips.

Dobby whimpered pitifully, shaking his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. "No, Dobby cannot! Dobby is forbidden! Dobby's master said Dobby must not tell, not anyone!"

Lyra's eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice turning colder. "I don't really care what your master said—"

"Wait!" Gabrielle interrupted suddenly, her voice gentle but firm. She shot Lyra a chastising look before explaining kindly, "House elves are magically bound to obey their masters. It's not Dobby's fault—he physically can't disobey direct orders. Clearly, whoever owns him is the one plotting against Harry."

Fleur scowled unhappily, her fingers tightening around my cock protectively as she leaned closer to me. "This isn't good news, Harry. Remember, Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. It could be dangerous if someone is plotting something against you."

I sighed, knowing Fleur was right but still annoyed at the lack of useful information. Turning back to the trembling elf, I tried a different approach. "Okay Dobby, maybe you can't tell us exactly what's going to happen—but can you at least tell us who your master is?"

Dobby's eyes grew even wider in panic, and before I could react he started violently banging his head against the nearby bedside table.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Mustn't betray Master's secrets!"

"Hey! Stop that!" I shouted quickly, alarmed. Fleur and Gabrielle gasped in surprise, their grips on me momentarily loosening as they stared at the elf's bizarre self-punishment.

Lyra rolled her eyes, clearly fed up with this nonsense, and with a flick of her hand magically restrained Dobby from hurting himself further. The little elf whimpered softly, still trying uselessly to struggle.

I felt genuine pity for the poor creature. He clearly wasn't completely right in the head, but his warning did seem sincere, if vague. "Listen, Dobby. I appreciate that you tried to warn me. But seriously—why did you try to steal my mail earlier? Did you really think that would stop me from going to Hogwarts?"

Dobby sniffled sadly, looking miserable. "Dobby thought… Dobby hoped… If Harry Potter believed his friends had forgotten him, Harry Potter might decide not to go to school there…"

I shook my head slightly, feeling even sorrier for the confused little elf. He meant well, even if he was terribly misguided. "Look, Dobby," I said softly, giving him a gentle smile, "thanks for trying to help. Even though you can't tell me exactly what's going on, I still appreciate the warning."

Dobby's giant eyes filled with wonder and disbelief, his mouth hanging open comically. "Great Harry Potter… thanks Dobby? N-no wizard has ever thanked Dobby before!"

I shrugged awkwardly, unsure how to respond to his awe. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything."

The elf's whole body seemed to vibrate with emotion as he clenched his tiny fists determinedly. "The great Harry Potter is truly kind and magnificent! Dobby will protect Harry Potter no matter what!" he declared with passionate conviction.

Before anyone could say another word, Dobby vanished suddenly with a loud crack, teleporting away before Lyra could react to stop him. Lyra stared blankly at the now-empty spot, her mouth open slightly in surprise before she huffed irritably, clearly annoyed at being outsmarted by a house elf. "Dammit," she muttered in frustration, turning her attention back to me. "Little bugger got away." She gave me a sulky pout before reluctantly flicking her wrist. A folded letter suddenly flew across the room, landing neatly on the sheets in front of me. "Here, Master Harry. The mail that strange elf was trying to intercept," Lyra said, trying to regain her composure. "It's from Miss Hermione."

I glanced at the letter curiously before suddenly remembering the very pleasant distractions lying pressed warmly against me. Fleur and Gabrielle were still cuddled up close on either side, their hands lightly grasping my shaft beneath the sheets, causing my cock to twitch again eagerly.

"You should probably read your letter," Fleur murmured softly into my ear, though her seductive voice suggested reading the letter was the last thing she truly cared about.

Gabrielle giggled sweetly, giving my cock a gentle squeeze that sent pleasure racing up my spine. "Oui, but perhaps we can continue taking care of Harry while he reads it? He seems rather excited again…"

Lyra scowled jealously, crossing her arms beneath her impressive breasts, though I noticed her gaze lingering hungrily on my aroused form. "Lucky witches…" she muttered enviously.

I chuckled, opening the letter with one hand while thoroughly enjoying the soft caresses from Fleur and Gabrielle beneath the sheets. 

After all, there was no reason I couldn't multitask…

…

Hermione's letter was exactly as expected—long, detailed, and brimming with her unmistakable concern. As I scanned the neat, tidy handwriting, I couldn't help smiling softly at her obvious worry. 

She wrote that she'd managed to escape safely after the chaos following the World Cup, joining up with some of her school friends before eventually meeting back with the Weasley family. They'd all apparated away safely and she was currently back home. Hermione urged me to send word immediately, letting her know that I was alright. I couldn't help but feel warmth at her genuine worry, deciding that perhaps visiting her in person later would be better than a simple letter.

After spending a few more blissful, lazy hours in bed with Fleur and Gabrielle–where I told Lyra to leave when she wanted to stick around and watch—I reluctantly got dressed and ready to go. Before I left, both sisters wrapped their arms around me warmly, pressing soft, lingering kisses to each of my cheeks.

"Take care of yourself, Harry," Fleur murmured sweetly, stroking my face gently. "We'll miss you terribly until school starts."

Gabrielle hugged me tightly, her body pressing intimately against mine as she sighed softly against my neck. "Write to us often, oui? I'll be counting the days until I can be by your side again."

I smiled warmly at them both, savoring their affectionate embraces. "Don't worry, I'll write whenever I can. And I'll see you both at Hogwarts soon."

Gabrielle's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced shyly up at me, biting her lip softly. "Actually, Harry… I've been thinking about permanently transferring to Hogwarts after this year. That way, I could always be close to you."

Her shy confession sent a delighted thrill through me. Fleur chuckled softly, clearly approving of her sister's idea. I cupped Gabrielle's lovely face in my hands, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'd like that very much."

…I found myself wandering through Diagon Alley a little while later, deciding not to return to the Underworld immediately. Instead, I pulled on a simple black hat and a pair of sunglasses to conceal my identity. 

The last thing I needed was another celebration—riot—of wizards practically worshipping the ground I walked on.

The alley was lively as ever, filled with wizards and witches eagerly going about their business. The cobblestone street was lined with brightly decorated shop windows displaying strange and wonderful magical items. Delicious smells drifted through the air from various restaurants, making my stomach rumble slightly, even though I'd had a nice breakfast at the hotel earlier.

With Hermione's letter in mind, I thought it might be nice to bring her a small gift when I visited. I wandered leisurely from shop to shop, searching for anything that caught my eye. Flourish and Blotts was packed with eager students grabbing their textbooks last minute, so I quickly passed it by—I'd already picked up all my required reading materials.

However, I realized with a slight frown that I'd yet to acquire any potions supplies or equipment for Herbology and Astronomy. Deciding it best to get that out of the way first, I stepped into the apothecary, the strong scent of herbs and potions ingredients immediately filling my nostrils. The shelves were stacked high with jars containing everything from manticore eyes to unicorn horns. 

Things I would have only considered fantasy not long ago.

I quickly gathered up the basics listed in my acceptance letter, along with a few extras Hermione had recommended for advanced potion-making since I had a lot of extra learning to catch up on. The elderly shopkeeper gave me a curious look over his spectacles, clearly wondering who I was beneath my disguise. Thankfully, he didn't pry, and soon enough, I was back out on the crowded street again. All my supplies tucked in a pocket space spell that Sona had taught me.

Next was Astronomy supplies. I entered a small, cozy shop labeled "Starry Night Supplies" that was noticeably less crowded than most places. Inside, shelves were lined with gleaming brass telescopes, star charts, and glittering astrolabes. The ceiling above mimicked the night sky, shimmering softly with magical stars and constellations slowly shifting positions. It was mesmerizing.

A kind young witch with curly brown hair greeted me warmly. "Welcome! Shopping for Hogwarts, are you?" She smiled cheerfully, not recognizing me beneath the hat and sunglasses.

I nodded, smiling back politely. "Yes, I'm looking for a telescope suitable for my classes."

She eagerly led me to several different options, enthusiastically explaining the differences between models. Eventually, I chose a sleek brass telescope engraved with tiny constellations. 

Satisfied, I left the shop feeling pleased at how easy this shopping trip was going, enjoying the friendly anonymity my disguise provided.

I stopped suddenly, my ears catching an angry female voice ringing out clearly from a narrow, shadowed alley branching off Diagon Alley.

"FUCK OFF, MALFOY! I'M NOT INTERESTED!"

I hesitated for a moment, looking towards the source of the shout. It would've been simple to just keep walking, mind my own business, and ignore whatever mess someone else had gotten themselves into. But the raw frustration in the girl's voice resonated with me, tugging at something deep inside.

Besides, I'd never been good at turning a blind eye to bullies or arrogant pricks harassing women. With a small sigh, I adjusted my hat and sunglasses, then strode purposely towards the alley, prepared to intervene if necessary.

The narrow path quickly led me around a corner, revealing the source of the commotion. 

Three young women were cornered against the rough brick wall, confronted by three sneering young men—one clearly the leader, with slick blond hair and an expensive, custom-tailored set of robes. Two larger, brutish-looking thugs stood just behind him, obviously acting as muscle. All of them appeared around my own age, somewhere around nineteen or twenty.

The blond prat was currently focused entirely on the girl standing defiantly in the middle—a cute brunette with wildly messy brown hair that framed a rather lovely face. Her sky-blue eyes glared daggers at the arrogant young man through her round glasses. Even beneath her loose sweater and jeans, it was clear she had an enticingly curvy figure, soft in all the right places. 

It was obvious why she was the one getting harassed, not that her friends weren't cute either. Just not on this girl's level.

At least her two friends stood protectively at her sides, fists clenched and anger radiating off them.

"Come on, McKinnon," the blond snob drawled smugly, taking a step closer to the brunette as his eyes leered appreciatively at her curves. "We're both purebloods from powerful, ancient families. Stop wasting your time with these pathetic mudblood-loving whores and accept my offer. After all, you wouldn't want to end up like your dear old grandparents, would you?" The threat in his voice was clear.

His two oafish cronies snickered stupidly behind him, their beady eyes roaming shamelessly over the girls' bodies. 

The cute brunette—McKinnon, apparently—lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to be intimidated. "Fuck off, Malfoy! I'd rather hex my own tits off than spend even five seconds alone with Death Eater spawn like you. For all I know, it was probably your evil father that murdered my grandparents!"

Malfoy laughed coldly, clearly unbothered by her outburst. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But let's face reality—they chose the losing side. And the way things are going to change at Hogwarts this year, you'll want to ensure you're on the right side, sweet little Jasmine. I might not be so generous later with my next offer…"

I'd heard enough.

"Funny," I drawled loudly, stepping smoothly into view and interrupting Malfoy's pathetic attempt at intimidation. "From where I'm standing, the only one on the wrong side here is you, blondie."

All six heads snapped around instantly, eyes widening as they registered my sudden appearance. Malfoy scowled arrogantly, clearly irritated by the interruption. His eyes narrowed disdainfully at me, running judgmentally over my simple disguise, clearly dismissing me as someone unimportant. "And just who the hell are you supposed to be?" he sneered contemptuously. "Can't you see we're busy here? Fuck off, filthy mudlood!"

…

"Why don't you make me fuck off, weasel face?" I shot back, chuckling lightly at his furious expression.

Malfoy's pale face twisted into an ugly sneer, and his eyes flashed dangerously. Beside him, the two hulking goons cracked their knuckles, attempting—and failing—to look intimidating. Their sheer size was laughable compared to the devils I'd trained with back home when I wasn't practicing with Sona. 

These guys were just big, dumb humans.

"You insolent little prick!" Malfoy hissed venomously, whipping out his wand. "Do you even know who my father is, mudblood? I'll have him destroy you for daring to insult a true pureblood heir like myself!"

I laughed openly at his pathetic threat, tilting my hat mockingly. "And how exactly are you gonna do that when you don't even know who I am?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks flushed an ugly red. "Then I'll fucking find out after I teach you your place!" He snapped his wand forward furiously, shouting out an incantation, "Furnunculus!"

A streak of bright red magic hurtled towards me, sizzling through the air.

I pulled out my fake wand, casually flicking it upwards just as the spell nearly reached me. Using my imagination powers, I reflected the spell, redirecting it at the giant oaf standing to Malfoy's right.

The big guy didn't even have time to blink. The spell hit him squarely in the chest, instantly dropping him to the ground as he howled in agony. Disgusting boils erupted violently all over his body, bubbling up rapidly and oozing unpleasantly.

I let out a low whistle, genuinely impressed. 

Damn, wizard magic could be disturbingly creative. 

My mother Serafall usually just froze people solid when she got angry, and Sona and I preferred blasting enemies with razor-sharp torrents of pressurized water. 

But festering and popping painful boils? Wizards definitely had some nasty imaginations… I could honestly respect that.

"Crabbe!" Malfoy shouted in shock, staring in horror at his friend writhing painfully on the ground. Rage took over his features again as he jabbed his wand violently towards me. "Goyle, get him! You'll pay dearly for that, you bastard!" he shouted at me, gripping his wand but not using magic again.

Goyle charged at me with all the finesse of a rampaging troll. His huge arms opened wide, clearly attempting to tackle me into submission. 

I almost laughed aloud at the absurdity of it.

Rather than waste magic on this guy, I decided to show off a little of my devil-enhanced strength. With a bored expression, I raised one hand calmly, effortlessly stopping his charge dead in its tracks by catching his shoulder. He gaped at me in confusion, sweat dripping down his round face as he pushed uselessly against my unyielding grip.

"What kind of wizard tries to tackle someone…?" I sighed mockingly.

Before he could respond, I tightened my grip and easily flipped his heavy frame upward, his massive body spinning briefly in midair before slamming brutally onto the ground with a loud crash. The impact sent dust flying around us, and he groaned loudly before falling limp, clearly knocked out cold.

The alley fell silent for a brief moment as everyone gaped at me in shocked disbelief. The three girls pressed against the wall stared, open-mouthed, eyes wide with awe.

"Holy shit," whispered the girl standing to McKinnon's left, she had pretty dark skin, obviously of Indian descent. "This guy's a total badass!"

"Dibs," immediately whispered the other friend, a brunette with a playful smirk.

"You can't just call dibs every time, Lavender, you absolute slut!" snapped the first girl with a mock-annoyed glare.

Lavender tossed her shiny dark hair back, giving Parvati a teasing wink. "I absolutely can, Parvarti! And I just did! He's gonna be mine! That's what dibs means…"

Jasmine McKinnon groaned softly between them, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Will you two knock it off already?" she hissed. "Malfoy looks seriously pissed now!"

She was right. Malfoy looked ready to explode. His face was nearly purple with rage, and his wand hand trembled uncontrollably as he aimed it directly at my chest. I could sense desperation rolling off him in waves. "You… you'll regret this humiliation, mudblood!" he spat furiously, voice shaking with rage. "You don't even know the depths of trouble you're in now! Crucio!"

I narrowed my eyes, watching carefully as Malfoy's wand flashed with that same sickly yellow curse I'd seen last night. It was one of those unforgivable spells—the same one the Death Eaters had tried and failed to ambush me and the girls with last night. 

I was caught off guard then, forced to dodge. But this time, I was ready.

"Get out of the way!" Jasmine shouted desperately, her eyes wide with fear. "That spell can't be blocked!"

"Move!" Lavender screamed urgently beside her, panic clear in her voice.

But I ignored their warnings, standing my ground. A part of me wanted to see if my imagination-based demonic magic was powerful enough to stop even something like this. 

Time to find out. And yes I knew this was stupid and mom and Sona would both scold me if they found out. Which they would because I'm sure Lyra or Lyna—or both—were definitely stalking me and watching all this right now.

With absolute focus, I raised my fake wand, funneling all my concentration and willpower into the tip. The unforgivable spell raced towards me, crackling with violent energy as if desperate to cause pain.

To everyone's shock the curse suddenly froze just inches from the tip of my wand. It hovered there, trembling with dark magic, completely trapped by my sheer force of will. I grit my teeth, feeling sweat trickle down my forehead from the sheer mental effort of channeling my imagination powers into stopping such a dark spell. My muscles tensed, every nerve on edge, but I held steady, refusing to budge.

I could understand why wizards and witches couldn't block this spell. It was taking A LOT of power even for a Mid Class devil like me.

Malfoy's jaw dropped open, eyes bulging with disbelief. "What… how is that possible?" he stammered weakly, all arrogance draining from his face.

Jasmine and her friends gasped sharply, eyes wide in stunned amazement. I knew I had to act quickly before my control wavered. I could already feel the strain starting to get to me.

"Here," I growled darkly, my voice cold as mum's ice magic. "I think this belongs to you!" With a powerful mental shove, I hurled the cruciatus curse straight back at Malfoy. It happened so fast, he didn't even have a chance to move out of the way. 

The spell slammed into him full force, enveloping him in that same awful, sickly yellow glow.

Malfoy instantly collapsed, screaming in absolute agony as his body writhed uncontrollably on the dirty alley floor. The scream was blood-curdling, raw, and filled with the worst pain imaginable. It echoed off the walls, chilling even me. 

The girls shrank back slightly, pressing closer to each other as they watched Malfoy thrash violently on the ground.

Thankfully, since I hadn't cast the spell directly myself, the torture didn't last long—only a few horrifying seconds.

But apparently, even a couple of seconds was more than enough. Malfoy's screams abruptly cut off as his body went limp, twitching slightly. I grimaced slightly, noticing with mild disgust that he'd pissed himself, the stain rapidly spreading across the expensive looking fabric of his robes.

Silence filled the alley for a tense moment as everyone stared in stunned disbelief. I let out a slow breath. I had to admit, even I wasn't completely sure I'd been able to pull that off, but I'd done it.

"Holy shit," Jasmine breathed softly, breaking the stunned silence. Her bright blue eyes stared at me, both fearful and amazed. "You… you just did the impossible… you stopped an Unforgivable Curse."

Lavender stood frozen in shock for several seconds, eyes round with awe, before she finally spoke in a breathless whisper. "Oh…my…god. I am officially calling double dibs now!" Her cheeks flushed deeply. "That was literally the sexiest, most incredible thing I've ever witnessed. My panties are completely soaked!"

Parvati gave Lavender a scandalized glare, elbowing her sharply. "Lavender! Seriously? That's what you're going with in this situation!"

Lavender merely grinned shamelessly, shrugging as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Hey, can you blame me? Did you see how badass and hot that was?"

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at their playful bickering, shaking my head slightly as I walked slowly toward the three of them. I tucked away my fake wand, making it clear I wasn't any threat. 

The girls relaxed visibly as I approached, looking up at me with wide, appreciative eyes.

Stopping right in front of Jasmine, I offered a gentle smile. "Are you ladies alright?" I asked quietly, genuinely concerned. "Sorry you had to see something like that—I hope I didn't scare you."

Jasmine immediately shook her head, stepping closer. Her lovely cheeks were bright pink, eyes locked onto mine with clear gratitude and attraction. "No, not at all," she said quickly. "That was... absolutely incredible. But—who are you, really? I've never seen anyone do anything like that before," she asked gently.

I figured there wasn't any harm in revealing myself—especially after what they'd just witnessed. Smiling gently, I slowly reached up and slipped off my sunglasses, letting them clearly see my handsome face.

All three girls gasped loudly in shock, their eyes widening dramatically as recognition instantly flashed across their faces.

"Holy shit," Lavender breathed, looking absolutely stunned. "You're—you're Harry Potter!"

"Impossible!" Parvati squeaked, covering her mouth in surprise. Her gaze darted frantically over my features, clearly searching for evidence to confirm what she was seeing.

But Jasmine McKinnon looked utterly speechless. Her eyes went impossibly wide behind her cute round glasses, lips parting even more in disbelief. "Is... is it really you?" she whispered softly, stepping closer without even seeming to realize it. "Are you really Harry Potter?"

"...Something like that," I replied vaguely. "I just couldn't stand by and watch a cute girl and her friends being harassed." Realizing it was probably best I didn't linger too much longer, I smiled warmly at the trio. "It was really lovely meeting you three, but you should probably avoid creepy dark alleys from now on. Unfortunately, I won't always be around to rescue you from assholes like Malfoy."

Then, without thinking much about it, I reached out and gently took Jasmine's small, soft hand in mine. Her eyes widened adorably as I brought it up to my lips and placed a slow, tender kiss on the back of her delicate skin. Her warm hand trembled slightly in mine, her breathing hitching softly.

As I lifted my gaze again, Jasmine stared at me in stunned silence, her face now an even brighter shade of crimson. "Y—You just—" she seemed too embarrassed to say anything.

With one last gentle squeeze of Jasmine's warm hand, I slowly released her. "Take care, Jasmine," I said softly, savoring the cute little gasp that escaped her lips.

Then I smoothly slipped my sunglasses back on, adjusted my hat, and casually turned to walk away—stepping over the three unconscious guys—leaving the three lovely girls staring after me in astonished silence.

I still needed to get a gift for Hermione. This would probably be the last time I would meet up with Hermione before we were off to Hogwarts.

– Jasmine McKinnon-Potter –

A bit later…

Jasmine sat quietly on one of the worn wooden benches in the peaceful muggle park, her fingers nervously twisting together as her heart continued to pound wildly in her chest. Her two closest friends, Lavender and Parvati, sat beside her, both girls still buzzing excitedly from the incredible events earlier in the alleyway.

Lavender giggled loudly, leaning back casually and flashing a teasing grin at Jasmine. "Oh my god, Jazz, I still can't believe your secret half-brother just swooped in out of nowhere, totally kicked Malfoy's pompous ass, and then kissed your hand like some dashing prince from a romance novel!"

Parvati covered her mouth, giggling as she joined Lavender's teasing. "Seriously! Talk about a plot twist! You must've felt like you were living in a fairytale!"

Jasmine blushed furiously, her cheeks burning bright red as she desperately tried to ignore the lingering warmth that still tingled pleasantly across the back of her hand. She shot Lavender an embarrassed glare. "Stop it! It's not funny! And Harry clearly has no idea who I really am! If he knew, he never would've... k-kissed my hand like that," she stammered shyly, her cheeks growing even hotter as she remembered the way Harry's soft, warm lips had gently brushed against her skin.

Lavender rolled her eyes playfully, smirking mischievously at Jasmine's embarrassment. "Oh please! He seemed pretty into you, Jazz. Secret brother or not, he was obviously checking you out. Besides," she added with a dramatic sigh, "I called dibs already, remember? So no stealing him from me!"

Parvati nudged Lavender sharply, grinning at Jasmine. "Don't mind her, Jazz. Lav's just jealous because Harry clearly only had eyes for you back there."

Lavender gasped dramatically, clutching her chest in mock-offense. "How dare you, Parv! I claimed dibs fair and square!"

Jasmine groaned softly, hiding her bright red face in her hands. Her friends were impossible, but she adored them anyway. "Can you two please stop teasing me? This is already awkward enough as it is."

But as embarrassed as Jasmine felt, she couldn't deny the fluttering feeling deep in her belly whenever she thought about Harry. 

She bit her lip shyly, her pulse quickening again as she secretly admitted to herself just how incredibly attractive he was—those mesmerizing eyes, strong jawline, and muscular build beneath his simple disguise. Lavender might be shamelessly honest about it, but Jasmine would never openly confess how damp her panties had gotten watching Harry's incredible display of power and dominance against Malfoy and his goons Crabbe and Goyle.

He'd been her hero today, rescuing her like something out of a fairytale—an impossibly sexy hero, at that.

But the reality of her complicated connection with Harry quickly sobered Jasmine's dreamy thoughts. 

Her mother, Marlene McKinnon, had once been best friends with Lily Potter, Harry's human mother, back during their Hogwarts years. A night of drunken mistakes and poor choices had led James Potter—Lily's husband—to have a brief affair with Marlene, resulting in Jasmine's unexpected birth.

That painful betrayal had utterly destroyed Lily and Marlene's friendship, though ironically, it ended up saving Jasmine and her mother's lives. Marlene had fled to a remote, hidden location with baby Jasmine during the First Wizarding War. 

Jasmine knew she'd probably owe her entire life to that difficult decision, as shortly after, the McKinnon family estate had been brutally attacked and destroyed by Death Eaters, killing Jasmine's grandparents in the process.

Growing up, Jasmine had always believed she and her mother were the last surviving members of their broken family, especially since everyone thought Harry Potter—the famed Boy-Who-Lived—had died defeating Voldemort as a baby. Her entire world flipped upside down mere weeks ago when the shocking news had spread across the wizarding world like wildfire, revealing that Harry Potter was actually alive!

And now she'd finally met him in the most unexpected way possible, with Harry swooping in heroically and rescuing her from Malfoy's harassment. Jasmine knew she'd have to tell Harry the truth about their complicated relationship eventually, but right now, the very thought made her cheeks flame even hotter!

Lavender leaned forward eagerly, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So what are you gonna do now, Jazz? I mean, Hogwarts starts soon, and Harry's gonna be there too according to the Daily Prophet!"

Parvati nodded encouragingly. "Yeah, you should probably tell him sooner rather than later, right…?"

Jasmine groaned softly, dropping her face into her hands again as her stomach churned anxiously. "I know, I know," she muttered miserably. "I'll obviously have to have a talk with Harry at Hogwarts… and make sure he understands the appropriate way he should behave around me—his sister. He can't just go around doing things like kissing my hand!"

Lavender smirked wickedly, elbowing Jasmine playfully in the ribs. "Oh please, Jazz. Don't even pretend you didn't love every single second of it."

"Stop it!" Jasmine hissed, trying unsuccessfully to hide her flustered smile. "I'm serious! He's my half-brother—it's just not right!"

Parvati giggled knowingly, leaning closer. "Right or not, you're definitely attracted to him, Jazz. Admit it!"

"I am not!" Jasmine protested, blushing furiously again.

Lavender scoffed dramatically. "Liar! I saw how you looked at him. And considering how wet my panties got watching him kick Malfoy's ass, I guarantee yours were even worse!"

"Ugh!" Jasmine buried her burning face in her palms, trying not to smile despite herself. "You two are the absolute worst!"

Her friends merely laughed louder, enjoying her embarrassment far too much.

As their laughter subsided, Jasmine let out a soft sigh, finally admitting the truth quietly. "Fine, maybe I thought he was attractive. Okay, really attractive. But nothing can ever happen between us—he's my half-brother! Besides, I'm sure Harry has more than enough girls throwing themselves at him already."

Lavender giggled again, tossing her hair back confidently. "Well, he'll soon find out that none of them are nearly as interesting as us! Especially me, of course!"

Parvati rolled her eyes playfully. "Seriously, Lav, you're absolutely shameless."

"Thank you!" Lavender replied cheerfully, clearly proud of herself.

Jasmine smiled softly, shaking her head fondly at her best friends' antics.

…

…Unknown to the three witches, an emaciated black dog was hiding nearby in a bush, listening in on the entire conversation. Sirius Black's tail was wagging, happy that his secret god daughter was doing well after all these years, but at the same time, his paws were covering his doggy ears as he tried to not listen in to the three girls all gossiping about how sexy Harry Potter was…

At least now that he was sure "both of James' kids" were doing alright, he could focus entirely on tracking down the rat!

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