Chapter 25 (~12.5k words):
– Harry –
The sun had long since set, leaving nothing but a blanket of darkness shrouding the Forbidden Forest.
Despite being labeled "forbidden," it felt like I spent a lot of time out here anyway.
But for a half-devil like me, it wasn't much of an issue. My supernatural eyesight easily cut through the darkness.
Hermione was next to me. My first peerage member and girlfriend. My bishop was the most calm out of everyone else on my team as she carefully examined our surroundings and was probably thinking up multiple plans.
Unfortunately, the rest of our team didn't share our demonic eyesight to help them see in the dark. I took in their anxious expressions, their darting eyes betraying a clear unease. Understandable, I supposed—most humans had good reason to fear the Forbidden Forest after nightfall.
Fred and George, at least, were putting on brave faces. They stood shoulder to shoulder, grinning at me as if we weren't about to dive headfirst into danger. "Thanks for picking us, Harry!" Fred whispered enthusiastically.
George nodded eagerly. "You won't regret it, mate. Victory shall be ours!"
I returned their grin with a forced smile of my own, silently wondering if they had any grasp of how badly we were screwed this time around. I'd already resigned myself to the likely scenario that we'd lose this task—badly. Over half of Sona's team were devils after all…
I let my eyes drift slowly across the rest of my hastily assembled Rating Game team. Ginny Weasley shifted nervously on her feet. She caught me watching her and gave me a small, determined smirk, as if daring me to doubt her courage.
Next to Ginny stood Jasmine McKinnon. She was fidgeting anxiously, clearly unsettled by the darkness surrounding us. Reaching out, I placed a gentle hand on Jasmine's shoulder, feeling her tense muscles relax beneath my touch. "Don't worry," I murmured soothingly, forcing confidence into my voice. "We'll be fine. And thanks again for volunteering."
Her eyes softened immediately, a blush creeping across her cheeks that even the night couldn't fully hide. "I'm just glad you trusted me enough to pick me, Harry," she whispered back, smiling shyly. "I'll do my best to help you win."
If only the rest of the team inspired the same level of confidence.
My gaze fell upon the cluster of Slytherins I'd reluctantly added to our ranks. Daphne Greengrass stood tall and poised. Her friend Tracey Davis stood at her side.
Spotting my eyes on them, Daphne flashed me a brief, flirtatious smile, while Tracey gave me a warmer, more openly appreciative look. Both women were attractive and capable enough—and I guess we were friends now…
Clinging nervously to Daphne's arm was her younger sister, Astoria Greengrass. She was eighteen—only just old enough to participate—and clearly wanted nothing to do with this mess. Her pretty face was pale, her eyes wide with barely contained fear. How Daphne had convinced Astoria to join us tonight was beyond me, but she did.
Finally, my eyes drifted toward the last two Slytherins I'd added to the team, solely on Daphne's recommendation. Blaise Zabini stood quietly off to the side, looking calm and composed despite being isolated. His dark eyes regarded our surroundings with cautious curiosity, giving away little emotion. Near him stood Millicent Bulstrode.
I knew virtually nothing about either of them. Daphne had assured me they were outcasts within Slytherin—more trustworthy than most of their housemates, apparently—but I still struggled to feel entirely comfortable having unknown factors on my team.
Ginny broke the tense silence, shifting her weight impatiently. "So, Harry," she asked softly, her voice hesitant yet determined. "Do we actually have a plan? Some sort of strategy to win this thing?"
I sighed internally, carefully choosing my next words. Our opponents were too formidable. Sona Sitri—my aunt, despite being close in age to me—was brilliant, cunning, and more experienced leading a large team. And then, her current team was likely to include Rias Gremory's entire peerage, all powerful devils in their own right.
"...We're all going to go out there and do our best…" I said to everyone half-heartedly.
– Hermione –
This Hogwarts version of a Rating Game was simple enough—at least, on paper. Capture the flag with eleven people per team. The captains were, of course, Harry and Sona Sitri, the two Hogwarts Champions. Each team had its own flag placed somewhere within the Forbidden Forest, and victory was achieved either by capturing the enemy's flag or by incapacitating the opposing team's leader.
Simple, Hermione thought with dry humor. Simple enough for everyone except us, anyway.
Hermione hated to admit it, but the only realistic chance their team had of winning was if Harry managed to defeat his aunt, Sona, directly. Sona's team had too much of an advantage: Rias Gremory and her entire powerful devil peerage backing her up. If Harry got pinned down by Rias and Sona together, their team was as good as defeated.
Hermione knew this as well as Harry did. So, when he'd turned to her to come up with a strategy, she'd done the only thing that made sense under the circumstances: create diversions and split the enemy's forces. Divide and conquer—at least, in theory.
She'd quickly organized everyone to create distractions in the darkness of the forest. Small fires, bursts of magical noise, illusions conjured through carefully prepared spells, anything to keep Sona's team occupied and lead them astray.
And so far, to Hermione's satisfaction, her strategy seemed to be working.
She found herself standing alone in a moonlit clearing, breathing quietly in the shadows and scanning the trees cautiously for signs of trouble. She had planned carefully, setting multiple distractions, and now she just needed to hope Harry was taking full advantage of the opportunity she'd given him.
A sudden rustle of leaves behind her caused Hermione to spin around sharply, wand raised in defense.
Rias Gremory stepped out of the shadows into the moonlit clearing. Her crimson-red hair shimmered brightly even in the darkness, cascading down past her slender waist. She was smiling—a soft, friendly expression that somehow only heightened Hermione's wariness.
Hermione felt herself swallow involuntarily, a strange, fleeting insecurity passing through her as her eyes briefly dipped downwards. Damn, her breasts really are enormous, Hermione thought self-consciously, immediately annoyed at herself for even noticing such a ridiculous thing during a critical moment.
Rias didn't seem to notice Hermione's internal struggle, or if she did, she was kind enough not to comment. She simply continued smiling gently as she took another careful step forward.
"Hello, Hermione," Rias greeted her softly, her voice warm and pleasant, devoid of any obvious hostility. "It's nice to finally meet you properly. We've never really had a chance to talk, have we?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, gripping her wand a bit tighter in her hand, cautious but polite. "No, we haven't," she agreed slowly. "This probably isn't the best time or place to get acquainted, though."
Rias merely chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I disagree," she said pleasantly. "In fact, I think now is the perfect moment. I'd like to get to know all of my fiancé's girlfriends better, after all." Rias stepped even closer, the friendly expression never leaving her face.
She really was stunningly beautiful, Hermione reluctantly admitted to herself, every bit the elegant, confident devil princess Harry had described.
"Thank you, Hermione," Rias murmured warmly. "I appreciate that, especially coming from you."
Hermione blushed when she realized she'd said that part out loud… Damn, she usually was more focused than this.
Hermione took a careful step back, holding her position warily. She knew she couldn't win if things turned into an open fight. Rias was the strongest member of Sona's team, capable of annihilating entire groups with ease. Harry himself had privately admitted that if forced to fight both Sona and Rias together, he didn't stand a chance.
That's why Hermione had felt so relieved moments before, when one of her magical fires had succeeded in drawing Rias away from Sona and into the forest alone. But now, facing the beautiful devil princess in person, Hermione realized she might have slightly underestimated just how intimidating Rias Gremory truly was.
But the crimson-haired girl didn't seem eager to fight, at least not yet. "Relax," Rias whispered reassuringly, as if sensing Hermione's unease. "I promise I won't attack without provocation. Truly. I really do want to talk with you."
Hermione bit her lip hesitantly, before deciding there was no harm in keeping Rias talking. After all, every second Rias spent here talking to her meant Harry had more time alone with Sona. "Alright," she finally agreed, cautiously lowering her wand slightly, but not completely dropping her guard. "If you genuinely want to talk, then I suppose we can."
Rias beamed delightedly, clasping her slender hands together in front of her large chest. "I'm glad," she said cheerfully. "You know, Hermione, Harry speaks extremely highly of you. He trusts your judgement implicitly."
Hermione smiled slightly at hearing that, her cautiousness relaxing slightly despite herself. "Harry's my best friend and my boyfriend," she said softly, meeting Rias's strikingly blue eyes. "We've been through a lot together."
"Indeed," Rias agreed with a gentle smile. "He told me you were the first girl he invited into his peerage. That means you're exceptionally important to him."
Hermione felt her cheeks flush hotly at that statement, her heart fluttering in her chest. "Well," she admitted quietly, "Harry means the world to me. Joining his peerage… it was a decision I never regretted. Not even once."
Rias nodded slowly, her gaze soft and understanding. "I can see why he values you so highly. You're intelligent, resourceful, loyal—and quite beautiful, if I may say."
Hermione's blush intensified rapidly at Rias's open praise, her heartbeat quickening. Was Rias seriously flirting with her right now, of all times? "Th-thank you," she stammered, momentarily unsure how to respond. "You're quite beautiful yourself. Stunning, really. I can see why Harry is so smitten with you."
Rias laughed softly, clearly pleased. She stepped a bit closer, dropping her voice into a husky whisper. "Tell me honestly, Hermione—do you feel jealous, knowing Harry will marry me?"
Hermione took a deep breath, forcing herself to be honest even though it was difficult. "Maybe a little bit," she admitted quietly. "I mean, we all knew he'd have to get married eventually. Politics, obligations—all that nonsense. But it's still difficult seeing him belong to someone else."
Rias reached out and gently touched Hermione's arm. "Harry will always belong to you too," she reassured softly. "His heart is big enough for us all."
Hermione gulped softly as Rias released her arm, only to gently slide her hand down to rest comfortably against Hermione's lower back. They were standing so close now that Hermione could easily admire the incredible beauty of the crimson-haired devil princess up close.
They were nearly the same height, and Hermione found herself drawn into Rias's captivating blue eyes. Her face was genuinely flawless—soft porcelain skin, full lips curved into a playful smile, and a heart shaped face that made it immediately clear why Harry was so enthralled with her. It made Hermione's heart beat faster, and she felt her cheeks grow warm as an undeniable blush spread across her face.
Rias leaned in slightly closer, her voice dropping into a warm, seductive whisper that sent a pleasant shiver down Hermione's spine. "It's good to see that we're so compatible," she purred gently, her breath ghosting softly over Hermione's skin. "I imagine we'll be sharing Harry's bed quite often in the future."
Before Hermione could even respond, Rias closed the small gap between them, pressing her soft, inviting lips firmly against Hermione's own. Hermione gasped softly in surprise for a brief moment before fluttering shut as the unexpected kiss deepened.
Rias's lips moved sensually against hers, confident and tender, leaving Hermione breathless and dizzy. Hermione felt Rias slowly trail her fingers up and down her back, gently caressing her, drawing her even closer. The gentle friction sent waves of warmth and desire rippling through Hermione's body. She shivered slightly at the delightful sensation.
As the kiss deepened, Rias pressed her lush body firmly against Hermione's own. Hermione could clearly feel the soft, generous curves of Rias's full, heavy breasts pressing snugly against her own smaller, sensitive chest. The sensual pressure sent a heated pulse straight down her body, and Hermione felt her knees weaken slightly, mind growing increasingly fuzzy with arousal and confusion.
Rias continued kissing Hermione passionately, deepening the intimate embrace even further. Hermione struggled to gather her scattered thoughts. Something wasn't right. Why was it so hard to think clearly? She had been fine just moments before, yet now, in Rias's warm embrace, her mind felt strangely clouded, drifting further away with every passing second.
Wait… Hermione's eyes fluttered open in alarm, realization striking her suddenly even through the foggy haze in her mind. Something was definitely wrong here. She shouldn't be feeling this hazy, this weak and vulnerable, just from a kiss—no matter how alluring Rias Gremory was.
This wasn't natural. This wasn't just attraction or arousal—it felt like magic.
She tried to pull away, to ask Rias what was happening, but her body refused to obey her commands. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. She felt herself falling gently forward, slumping helplessly into Rias's waiting arms.
As Hermione's vision grew darker and consciousness slowly slipped away from her, the last thing she clearly saw was Rias's face smiling softly at her—a strangely gentle yet victorious expression.
Then everything faded to black…
– Rias –
Rias felt a thrill of victorious satisfaction as Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, the brunette going limp and unconscious in her arms. She carefully caught the girl's body, cradling Hermione gently against her chest. Rias's deceptively strong arms easily supported the girl's weight.
Not that she weighed much.
Rias glanced around. Sona had warned her earlier that this forest was far more dangerous than it looked. Apparently, there were giant man-eating spiders prowling around—not to mention centaurs who weren't fond of devils at all.
Rias certainly wasn't about to leave Harry's precious peerage member defenseless and vulnerable here in this terrifying forest.
Honestly, why had the Hogwarts staff even chosen a place like this for a student competition? Perhaps the danger was precisely the point, she mused darkly. Humans and their bizarre notions of entertainment never ceased to amaze her.
Although, could she even talk considering she wanted to be a rating game champion herself in the underworld?
Shaking her head slightly, Rias shifted Hermione's soft, feminine body closer, holding her securely with one arm. Her free hand rose to her ear as she conjured a small communication magic circle. She needed to inform Sona about her victory immediately.
The magic circle shimmered softly next to her ear, the voice of her close friend and fellow devil coming through clearly. "Rias? Is everything alright?"
A triumphant smile spread across Rias's lips as she proudly replied, "Mission accomplished, Sona! I've successfully incapacitated Hermione Granger, the strongest member of Harry's team."
There was a brief pause on the other end. Rias could almost picture Sona raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Already?" Sona's voice sounded mildly surprised. "That was quite fast. Strange, I didn't sense any powerful spells or magical exchanges coming from your location."
A wicked grin curved Rias's lips, feeling slightly mischievous. "Hehe… that's because there was no battle. I simply seduced her instead." She paused, feeling her cheeks warm slightly at admitting it out loud, but she pressed forward boldly. "And while her lips were locked against mine, I cast an extremely potent sleeping charm. Trust me, Sona, it was very effective, and fun."
Complete silence lingered on the other side of the line for several seconds. Rias felt a faint worry creeping into her heart at her friend's unusual lack of response.
Finally, Sona sighed heavily, sounding both exasperated and embarrassed. "Rias… you do realize there are enchanted scrying mirrors watching every champion and their teammates right now, don't you? All the tournament judges, professors, and the students from all three schools were able to clearly witness you passionately kissing Miss Granger."
Rias's heart skipped a panicked beat. "Wh-what!?" she squeaked in horror, gripping Hermione's unconscious form tighter in alarm. Why hadn't Sona warned her about this sooner!? "Sona! You never told me anything about those mirrors!"
"We used those same mirrors in the first task," Sona replied in mild amusement. "I assumed I didn't have to explain them again."
Rias groaned softly, mortified realization washing over her. "My peerage wasn't enrolled at Hogwarts yet for the first task, remember? How was I supposed to know about that!?"
A pause, then Sona's voice returned, slightly sheepish now. "Oh… right. Well, I'm sure it'll be fine… probably."
Rias released a quiet, embarrassed sigh. Of course she had nothing to be ashamed of—Hermione Granger was an attractive young woman, after all, and the kiss itself had certainly been pleasant—but that didn't mean she'd intended to put on a scandalous show for everyone to enjoy!
"Oh no," Rias muttered suddenly, her mind quickly jumping to another horrifying thought. "Akeno doesn't know about those mirrors either!" Cold dread pooled uncomfortably in her stomach at imagining exactly what kind of perverted, shameless display her sadistic Queen was likely putting on at this very moment!
"Sona," Rias said urgently, gripping the communication circle tighter, "we need to find Akeno immediately. Merlin only knows what she'll do once she finds an unsuspecting opponent. At this rate, the entire school might see far more of Akeno Himejima than they ever bargained for."
Sona made a sound like a strangled groan. "Fuck… You're right…"
Rias nodded firmly, carefully cradling Hermione's unconscious body closer against her chest. She couldn't leave the Gryffindor girl here defenseless. But first things first—she absolutely had to stop Akeno before Hogwarts had its first-ever live adult broadcast!
– Akeno –
Akeno couldn't help but smile with pure amusement as she gazed down at the two ginger-haired twin boys. Fred and George had tried and failed to ambush her in the dark woods.
Trying to double team a beautiful sinful girl like her—how naughty! They needed to be punished.
The twins were bound tightly together with intricate shibari knots.
"Oh, Fred," George murmured with a twinkle in his eyes despite his compromising position. "I must say, this is quite a new experience for us, isn't it?"
"You're quite right, George. Dare I admit I rather like it? I think our dear girlfriend Angelina would be rather jealous if she could see us now." Fred chuckled warmly, wriggling slightly against the restraints, testing their strength. Akeno was quite proud of her knot tying skills, there was no escape unless she wanted them getting out.
"Or perhaps," George suggested, glancing appreciatively at Akeno, "this will give our Angelina some rather interesting ideas."
Akeno allowed a soft, sensual giggle to escape her lips. In her right hand, Akeno held a polished black leather riding crop, its flexible tip tapping lightly against her palm.
"Ufufufu," she purred. "You've both been quite naughty, haven't you? I'm afraid punishment is absolutely necessary. Now," Akeno continued. "You're going to reveal exactly where your team's flag is hidden. But I warn you…" She bent down slowly. "Don't go confessing too quickly. I'd hate for our fun to end prematurely…"
– Harry –
Damn, I could immediately sense at the back of my mind that something had happened to Hermione. It wasn't pain, exactly, but more like the quiet feeling of someone drifting off into sleep. It was a connection between peerage members.
As the King, I felt it the most.
Hermione wouldn't have just decided to take a nap in the middle of the bloody Forbidden Forest.
I shouldn't have let her try to distract Rias Gremory on her own. I knew it had been risky from the start, but what other choice had we had? Hermione was smart, capable, and far stronger now that she was my Bishop, but Rias—damn, Rias was on another level entirely. I just hoped Hermione hadn't been hurt.
But, I didn't think Rias would do that, knowing how much I cared about the girls in my life.
But I couldn't turn back now to go and check. Hermione had done exactly what we'd planned—drawing Rias away and giving me the perfect opening. I'd managed to slip unnoticed deeper into Sona's forest territory, quietly moving through the trees toward their flag.
To my surprise, when the flag finally came into view, it wasn't guarded by Sona or even one of Rias's peerage members. Instead, standing in the middle of the moonlit clearing was Luna Lovegood, flanked by three other regular human Ravenclaw students Sona had picked for her team.
I frowned. Where was Sona? I'd fully expected her to be guarding the flag herself, not leaving it with a bunch of students she barely knew. And Luna.
Something must have distracted her.
I guess that worked out well for me then.
Luna suddenly tilted her head toward my hiding spot. Her wide eyes stared directly into the darkness, meeting mine perfectly even though there was no way she should have seen me. "Hello there, Harry Sitri!" Luna called out cheerfully, her voice was soft, friendly, and as dreamily detached as ever.
The other three Ravenclaws around her jumped in shock, whirling around and pointing their wands frantically, casting beams of pale wandlight in all directions.
"Where is he, Luna?" one boy demanded, voice trembling slightly. "Did you actually see him?"
Luna hummed thoughtfully, tapping her finger gently against her chin. "Oh no, not at all," she answered. "But Harry is definitely here, hiding somewhere nearby. He's rather good at sneaking, you know. And he's watching us quite intently…"
Of course Luna would be the one to blow my cover. I was fairly sure she could straight up see the future. An incredible gift, and a dangerously valuable one. It would honestly be a good thing for her to join mine or Sona's peerage sooner rather than later for protection if nothing else.
I stepped out from behind the tree trunks and moved into the clearing, deciding there was no point in hiding any longer.
All four students tensed as I emerged, raising their wands in shaky grips. The same Ravenclaw boy who'd spoken earlier stepped forward bravely, though I noticed his wand tip shaking slightly as he spoke. "Sona Sitri trusted us to guard her flag, and we won't let her down!" he declared firmly. "Professor Flitwick promised us extra credit if our team wins!"
I sweatdropped. Of course that's how you motivate Ravenclaws.
I wondered how the rest of my team was doing so far? Hopefully they could distract Rias' peerage along with Sona and Tsubaki for a few more minutes.
– Daphne –
'WHY IS THIS SHORT GIRL SO SCARY!?' Daphne Greengrass thought frantically, her heart pounding wildly as she ran desperately through the moonlit darkness of the Forbidden Forest.
Tracy and Astoria dashed beside her, all three girls stumbling and scrambling to evade their relentless pursuer. Daphne wasn't accustomed to running or physical exertion—especially right after she'd eaten a sizable dinner in the Great Hall. The stitch forming sharply in her side only heightened her miserable mood.
Daphne glanced quickly over her shoulder, blonde hair whipping across her flushed face. Her eyes widened in horror.
Koneko Toujou—the tiny, deceptively adorable transfer student—charged after them.
For a girl so petite and delicate-looking, Koneko moved with impossible, unnatural speed. She bounded effortlessly forward, leaping over tree roots and shrubs as though weightless.
Daphne shivered, recalling how she'd watched, wide-eyed and terrified, as the seemingly frail girl had punched a fully grown tree cleanly in half with nothing but her small, slender fist moments ago.
What kind of crazy family magic was that!?
"Sweet fucking Morgana—how is she this strong!?" Daphne gasped breathlessly, her lungs burning fiercely with every frantic breath.
Tracy Davis laughed shakily beside her. Tracy was annoyingly athletic and fit, she'd always had far more stamina than Daphne. But even Tracy seemed uneasy now. "Bloody hell, Daphne! All the transfer students this year are absolute monsters. Where on earth does Hogwarts even find these freakishly strong and powerful transfer students?"
Daphne had been elated when Harry Sitri had asked her—and by extension Tracy to join his team for tonight's "Rating Game." And to make him more indebted to her, she even dragged her younger sister into it as well!
After all, Daphne desperately wanted to become closer to Harry. He was incredibly handsome, absurdly wealthy, and held influential connections stretching who knows how far across the world! Daphne needed those resources. Her family—the proud and ancient Greengrass line—had been suffering silently for decades beneath a powerful blood curse. Without help, without money and powerful connections, she and Astoria would both eventually succumb to its terrible, life-draining effects!
But right now, Daphne wasn't thinking about the Greengrass curse, or even her growing affection for Harry. No—she was far more concerned with not being pulverized into a fine powder by a tiny, deceptively adorable white-haired girl with inhuman strength!
Astoria Greengrass stumbled slightly beside Daphne, panting heavily. Daphne cast a worried glance toward her younger sister. Poor Astoria was only eighteen—just barely old enough to participate tonight—and the younger blonde had clearly not expected to be chased through the forest tonight!
Tracy turned to Astoria with pleading eyes. "Astoria, darling—listen! You and Koneko are both third years, aren't you? You even share most of your classes together. Maybe you could distract her or something—just for a moment—so Daphne and I can catch our breath?"
Astoria gasped indignantly, her face was also flushed and sweaty beneath strands of damp, tangled blonde hair. "Th-that doesn't make us friends, Tracy!" she whined breathlessly. "I've barely even spoken to Koneko before tonight, even though I'd really like to. Everyone in our year is completely terrified of her—and now we all know exactly why!"
A sudden, bone-shaking crunch interrupted their frantic conversation, followed by a loud, ear-splitting cracking sound as another enormous tree was torn violently from the earth.
All three girls whipped their heads around in horror—just in time to see an entire tree stump sailing straight toward their heads at alarming speed.
"Kyaaaa!" Astoria shrieked shrilly, ducking quickly. Daphne and Tracy also dove instinctively to the ground, feeling the rush of air as the heavy wooden projectile narrowly missed crushing them, crashing violently into a cluster of bushes beyond.
"Less talking, more fighting!" Koneko's soft, deceptively calm voice called casually from behind them. Daphne could've sworn she heard amusement lingering beneath the tiny devil's seemingly emotionless words.
Daphne's eyes widened incredulously as Koneko emerged from the shadows. "You—you're insane!" Daphne gasped breathlessly, her chest heaving as panic surged anew. "How can someone as cute as you be this absolutely terrifying!?" Daphne threw a frantic glance over her shoulder as she continued running, desperation clear in her voice. "Harry owes us a date for this ridiculous nonsense! A proper, expensive, romantic date—one that completely makes up for this absolute nightmare of an evening!"
– Ginny –
Ginny moved swiftly through the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, her wand gripped tightly in hand as her brown eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of movement. She loved a good competition—especially one that she intended to win—and tonight's Rating Game was the perfect opportunity to finally impress Harry and take things to the next level between them.
Her mind wandered briefly to Harry—his confident smirk, that magnetic charm of his, the effortless way he seemed to have girls lining up for his attention. Ginny had been crushing on and flirting with Harry Sitri for far too long now, and tonight she was determined to make sure he finally saw her as something more!
If she could score some solid victories here, then she was sure Harry would be happy to—
Ginny shook herself from her vivid daydreams and cast a quick, annoyed glance toward Jasmine McKinnon, who was walking cautiously alongside her with eyes wide and anxious behind her round glasses. Jasmine had a cute, heart-shaped face with a small button nose and delicate lips—the sort of innocent, sweet appearance that made guys weak in the knees. Her wild, messy brown hair framed her face, making her look even more endearing. Jasmine was exactly the type of delicate, adorable girl boys fell over themselves to protect and cherish—and Harry clearly felt at least some affection for her, which made Ginny clench her teeth irritably.
As if Jasmine herself wasn't enough of a problem, she also had those two slutty best friends, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Ginny had noticed the trio making frequent eyes at Harry—always giggling together as if sharing some secret joke. It drove her crazy how blatantly interested they all seemed in him.
Ginny tightened her grip on her wand, determination and jealousy flaring hotly in her chest. There was absolutely no way she was going to let Jasmine or her two clingy friends get anywhere near Harry before she had him first.
Suddenly, Ginny spun around to face Jasmine, startling the girl slightly.
"Listen carefully, Jasmine," Ginny declared firmly, her voice filled with confidence and determination. "Tonight, I'm going to single-handedly take down Sona Sitri's entire team—and when I do, I'll be the one jumping into Harry's bed first, got it?"
Jasmine sputtered in shock and embarrassment at Ginny's bold declaration, her cheeks instantly flooding crimson as she stammered helplessly. "W-what!?" she squeaked, fumbling awkwardly to adjust her glasses. "Ginny—what are you even talking about!?"
Ginny smirked wickedly, taking satisfaction from Jasmine's cute, flustered reaction. She leaned in slightly closer, her voice dropping to a more intimate, suggestive tone. "Oh, please," Ginny teased mockingly, arching an eyebrow at the blushing brunette. "Don't act so innocent, four-eyes. I've seen the way you look at him, the way you and your friends drool whenever he's around."
Jasmine's blush deepened even further, the tips of her ears turning pink as she shifted nervously on her feet. "Ginny, I—I don't—"
Ginny cut her off sharply, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Save your denials, Jasmine," she purred playfully. "It's clear as day you want him too. But I'm not about to lose this competition—not on the field, and certainly not in the bedroom." Ginny tilted her chin upward, defiant and proud. "I've already decided. I'm getting my cherry popped this year, and Harry Sitri will be the one doing it with me first since I met him before you three did! And there's no way I'm letting you or those two sluts Lavender and Parvati take that from me."
Jasmine bit her lower lip nervously, her eyes wide and flustered as she tried and failed to formulate a response. Ginny smiled smugly, thoroughly enjoying how easily she'd thrown the other girl off balance. Jasmine might be sweet, shy, and adorable—but Ginny wasn't about to let that stop her from getting exactly what she wanted.
"Awawawah! That's so bold!"
Ginny whipped around sharply at the unexpected, high-pitched squeal. Beside her, Jasmine let out a startled gasp, her round glasses slipping slightly down her nose as both witches raised their wands quickly, bathing their surroundings in bright magical torchlight.
At first Ginny saw nothing but trees and shifting shadows, but then a pair of wide, gleaming ruby-red eyes emerged from the darkness, blinking curiously at them from behind a cluster of leaves.
Stepping carefully into their wandlight was Gasper Vladi, the adorable transfer student who'd joined Hogwarts this year alongside Rias Gremory's other stunningly beautiful friends.
Ginny narrowed her eyes slightly, studying the boy standing shyly before them.
Gasper was dressed in a full set of girls' Hogwarts robes—complete with a short, pleated black skirt that ended several inches above his delicate knees, revealing slender legs covered in sheer black stockings..
Despite Gasper being a boy—somehow?—his soft, round face framed by delicate locks of silky platinum-blond hair gave him an unquestionably feminine, almost doll-like beauty. Big crimson eyes blinked innocently from beneath thick, delicate lashes, and his pretty mouth was pursed into an adorably nervous pout.
Ginny fought the urge to roll her eyes. Half the boys in her year had practically fallen over themselves trying to ask Gasper out when he'd first arrived earlier this week—completely smitten by his sweet, feminine charm.
The hilariously awkward moment when they discovered he was actually a boy was one of Ginny's fondest memories of the term so far.
But shockingly, even after the truth had spread, there were still numerous boys openly pursuing him! Well, not actually that shocking since same sex relationships aren't really frowned on in the magical world, unlike the muggle world.
Jasmine quickly recovered from her surprise, stepping forward bravely and pointing her wand firmly toward Gasper. "Sorry, Gasper," Jasmine declared, her voice steady despite the slight tremble betraying her nerves. "Harry is counting on us tonight. We have to win!"
Ginny's wand aimed directly at the pretty boy standing before them. "That's right!" she proclaimed with fierce confidence. "You're going down, Gasper!"
Gasper, however, seemed utterly unafraid despite the two powerful witches facing him down. Instead, the slender boy merely tilted his head apologetically, his ruby eyes widening sweetly as he clasped his delicate hands together in front of his chest. "I—I'm really sorry about this, Ginny… Jasmine…" he whispered softly, his sweet voice filled with genuine remorse.
Before Ginny could even process the sincerity in Gasper's apology, his wide ruby-red eyes glowed softly, shimmering with an unnatural crimson light.
She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly found she could no longer move.
– Blaise –
"I'm pretty sure we were supposed to be fighting or something," Blaise said to Kiba. The two of them were just walking through the woods holding hands. "My mother will probably be disappointed, wanting me to get closer to the famous "Boy-Who-Lived," Blaise added.
"Do you want to fight me?" kiba asked, giving Blaise a smirk.
"No, I'm good," Blaise said to his maybe boyfried…?
– Harry –
Luna chose not to fight, though honestly, I wondered if that sweet, strange girl even knew how to fight at all? She'd simply stood there with a gentle, dreamy smile as I effortlessly incapacitated her three Ravenclaw teammates, one after another, with well-placed stunning spells.
As the final student collapsed unconscious onto the forest floor, Luna only tilted her head curiously at me, wide silvery-blue eyes blinking slowly. "Well done, Harry," she'd complimented me softly, her voice as gentle and calm as ever. "You certainly are good at this game."
I flashed her a quick, amused smile. "Thanks, Luna. And thank you especially for not fighting back. I appreciate the easy victory."
Her delicate lips curled upward into a sweet, enigmatic smile of her own. "Oh, I wasn't supposed to fight you, Harry. My job was simply to watch the flag. And I did. I watched it quite closely!"
She nodded towards the brightly colored piece of fabric that fluttered gently in the evening breeze—Sona's flag, secured neatly to a wooden pole.
I snatched it.
With a friendly farewell wave to Luna, I sprinted swiftly through the darkened forest. If I was quick enough—if I could reach my team's territory before anyone noticed—I might actually pull off an upset victory against all odds!
But of course, without warning, I skidded abruptly to a halt as a wall of cold ice suddenly sprang up directly in my path, nearly causing me to crash into it headfirst.
"Damn it," I cursed silently, immediately knowing I'd jinxed myself.
Sure enough, a short distance away was Sona herself, pointing her fake wooden wand directly at me. Her other hand adjusted the thin glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of her nose, her pink eyes sparkling with undisguised amusement at my predicament. "You didn't really think I'd allow you to just sneak away with our flag so easily, did you, Harry?" she asked smoothly. A confident, satisfied look crossed her beautiful face—a look that made it abundantly clear she had every intention of winning both this task and the little wager we'd made earlier.
Immediately, I knew I'd walked straight into a trap.
Sona was good—very good, in fact—but lately during our sparring sessions, I'd been making her work much harder to claim victory. The only reason she'd seem so openly confident now was if she wasn't alone.
My instincts flared sharply, warning me of impending danger. I reacted instantly, ducking low just as a blazing fireball suddenly went over my head!
Spinning rapidly around, I spotted Rias Gremory stepping towards us holding her own fake wand. "Well," Rias purred softly with her blue eyes shining mischievously as she pointed the tip of her wand toward me, "it seems we've caught ourselves a handsome little flag thief!"
Damn—this was exactly the scenario I'd hoped desperately to avoid. Facing Sona or Rias alone would have been difficult enough. But fighting both of these incredibly beautiful, brilliant, and powerful devils simultaneously?
Now I was officially screwed.
Sona's eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the flag still clutched tightly in my left hand. "Hmph," she huffed with adorable indignation, placing a delicate hand on her slender hip. "Attempting to steal the victory without even engaging me directly, Harry? That wasn't exactly sporting of you."
I gave her a helpless shrug and an apologetic smile. "I was fully expecting us to battle eventually, Sona, but when I saw you weren't guarding your flag… well, I figured it would be rude of me to leave without taking it."
A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she hastily adjusted her glasses again, a rare flash of embarrassment crossing her lovely face. "Yes, well—I had an emergency that needed my attention. Rias and I were forced to intervene before Akeno could cause a scandal in front of the entire school audience watching through those cursed mirrors."
"What exactly did Akeno do?" I asked curiously.
"That isn't important!" Rias interrupted immediately, her own face reddening noticeably beneath her long crimson locks. "And no matter what those friends of yours—Fred and George—might tell you later, just know they're absolute liars. Akeno was perfectly behaved!" Her voice shook slightly with embarrassment, clearly lying through her teeth.
"Uh-huh," I responded dryly, struggling to suppress an amused smirk. "Whatever you say, Rias."
Both girls were now focused fully upon me.
"Now then," Sona declared firmly, her playful tone shifting into one of serious determination, "let's finish this little competition. I believe we've already disposed of most of your teammates—though none quite as pleasurably as Miss Granger. At least, that's what Rias will tell you…"
At that, Rias's cheeks flushed even brighter red. "I had my reasons!" she protested defensively, looking flustered. "I merely used the most efficient method available to incapacitate Hermione quickly!"
Sona rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Yes, by passionately kissing her unconscious on a live magical broadcast."
I blinked slowly, taking a moment to fully process that particular revelation. So that's why I'd felt Hermione's presence slip away so strangely earlier! She hadn't been hurt—she'd been seduced by my fiancée…?
Damn, that was hot. I wish I could have been there for that. So far, Hermione has been very hesitant about joining Lyra and Lyna with me in bed for more than just sleep.
But now wasn't the time for amusing distractions. My adversaries were waiting expectantly, clearly anticipating my imminent defeat.
"Alright," I told the two of them. "If we're really doing this, let's do it properly. Though fair warning, ladies—even outnumbered, I won't go down easily."
Rias giggled softly with her blue eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, Harry—we wouldn't have it any other way."
I quickly drew my own fake wand, gripping it tightly as I spun around to face Rias. Without hesitation, I conjured a powerful jet of water, aiming it directly toward the crimson-haired beauty in hopes of catching her off-guard.
Rias let out an adorable yelp, her vivid blue eyes widening in surprise as she hastily flicked her wand upward in defense. Just before my spell reached her, she managed to summon a roaring wall of crimson flames, evaporating the torrent of water instantly into a dense, billowing cloud of hot steam that engulfed the entire clearing.
"Damn it, Rias!" I heard Sona snap irritably from somewhere within the hot fog. "Blocking water with fire? Really?"
"I panicked, alright?" Rias protested defensively, sounding uncharacteristically flustered. "You try getting blasted unexpectedly by Harry's strong, very thick stream of water without reacting!"
Even amidst this heated battle, I felt my lips twitch slightly into a smirk at her choice of words, especially given the circumstances. Really, Rias? Thick and strong? If she was deliberately trying to distract me with suggestive innuendo, she was doing an annoyingly good job of it.
I shook my head, refocusing my attention. Now was not the time for that sort of distraction. I moved carefully and quietly, attempting to use the thick steam cover as a screen to slip away unnoticed.
I had barely begun moving when Sona's calm, clear voice echoed confidently through the fog. "You do realize that steam is still primarily water, don't you, Harry?" Her soft voice was tinged with subtle amusement. "I can sense your movements through it as easily as I can see you."
Darn my beautiful yet infuriating aunt and her annoyingly honed combat senses. She always was several steps ahead of me, a trait that made sparring with her as frustrating as it was enticing.
There was a moment of tense silence—and then the ground directly beneath my feet crackled ominously.
Acting purely on instinct, I leapt quickly upward, just in time to avoid the sudden icy wave of magic that rushed across the earth, freezing dirt, grass, and leaves solid in an instant. Without access to my devil wings—thanks to the countless human spectators gawking at us through the tournament's enchanted scrying mirrors—I couldn't fly. I landed roughly on the slick, icy surface, with boots slipping dangerously as I struggled to regain my footing.
"Son of a—!" I hissed in embarrassment, scrambling awkwardly to stay upright.
I raised my wand in front of myself. Sona was good with AOE attacks, that meant me not being able to see put me at a bigger disadvantage than her. Drawing upon imagination-based casting for non-water magic required more from my demonic reserves—but I had no choice. A fierce gust of wind erupted from the wand tip, roaring loudly and instantly clearing away the lingering steam.
The two devil princesses stood clearly revealed before me once again. Sona's black hair was slightly damp from the steam, with strands clinging attractively to her flushed face and neck. Her chest rose and fell noticeably beneath her tight Hogwarts robes, betraying the slight exertion she was feeling as well. Beside her, Rias looked similarly enticing.
Why did my opponents have to look so distractingly seductive even in the midst of combat?
Rias flashed me another sultry, amused smile, clearly sensing exactly where my gaze had lingered. Yet she didn't hesitate to continue her fiery assault, launching blazing spheres of red-hot flame toward me one after another, each spell roaring toward me with deadly accuracy.
I twisted my body sharply, narrowly dodging a fireball that seared past my left shoulder. The intense heat radiated harshly against my cheek, reminding me just how close that had been.
"Stay focused, Harry," Rias teased warmly, licking her lips with sensual amusement. "I'd hate to leave burn marks on your handsome body."
"You could always stop throwing fire at me," I retorted dryly, ducking beneath another volley.
"And miss the fun? Never," she chuckled softly, blue eyes gleaming playfully.
"It seems my nephew doesn't want to give up yet. Let's correct that." Sona raised her wand, flicking her wrist in a smooth, fluid motion. From its tip emerged a long, shimmering whip of conjured water.
Rias gasped theatrically beside her, stifling a giggle behind her hand. "Oh my, Sona—using a whip?" she purred playfully. "Are you channeling your inner Akeno now?"
Sona shot Rias a sharp, irritated glare over the rims of her thin glasses. "Don't be ridiculous," she snapped indignantly, her voice edged with adorable embarrassment. "I have absolutely nothing in common with your perverted Queen!"
"Sure, Sona," Rias teased mercilessly, her tone dripping with sweet innocence. "I'm certain you're only whipping Harry for purely tactical reasons… not because you secretly enjoy the idea of punishing him."
Despite myself, I had to grin at their banter, even if the playful teasing was at my expense.
My amusement was short-lived, though, as Sona quickly snapped her wrist, sending the water whip cracking through the air toward me. I ducked swiftly beneath it, hearing the sharp whistle as it sliced dangerously close to my ear.
"Come now, Harry," Sona chided teasingly, a faint smirk still lingering on her flushed lips. "Don't make this harder on yourself."
"Funny," I retorted dryly, dodging another swift strike. "I was just about to tell you the same thing."
My mind raced desperately for a strategy—any strategy—that would allow me to gain the upper hand against these two powerful, alluring devils. It frustrated me immensely that so many students and professors were watching this match live through those cursed scrying mirrors. With so many prying human eyes, I couldn't risk using my Sacred Gear abilities—particularly the powerful Veela fire.
Without those powers, facing both Sona and Rias simultaneously felt like a losing battle from the start. But I refused to surrender so easily.
I wasn't going to lose that bet I had going with her!
I had a crazy plan—probably reckless, certainly draining—but at this point, it was my only shot at turning the tables against the two powerful, seductive devils confronting me. Or the only thing I could think of at the moment.
Sona's eyes narrowed in determination, with her fingers tightening around the handle of her wand as she whipped her conjured lash of water toward me again.
I aimed my own fake wand directly at her rapidly approaching whip of liquid. Sona's spell was infused with her demonic energy, hijacking it meant I would directly challenge her control, initiating an intense battle of willpower and magical strength.
The instant I connected my own demonic energy to her magic, a forceful jolt of pressure surged through me, making every nerve ending flare with strain. My muscles tensed, my teeth gritted together, as I felt the harsh pull of our opposing magical energies battling for dominance. My demonic reserves began to plummet alarmingly, the energy rapidly draining from my body as sweat dripped down my temples. I knew Sona held a deeper reservoir of power than me, but how much would she really devote to one single spell?
I gambled everything on her hesitation, hoping she wouldn't anticipate my desperation.
For a brief, tension-filled moment, we stood locked in our silent duel, eyes locked in an intense gaze. Sona's glasses slipped ever so slightly down the bridge of her perfect nose as her breathing quickened and her porcelain cheeks flushed from exertion. Her plush lips parted slightly in surprise and disbelief as she felt the spell slipping from her grasp.
I grinned fiercely, putting every ounce of strength into one final push. The instant I felt her hold slacken, I seized total control over the whip of shimmering water. Quickly pivoting my aim, I flicked my wrist and sent the captured spell hurtling straight at Rias, catching her completely off-guard.
The whip lashed out, its tip making sharp, perfect contact with the plump, juicy curve of her ass hidden beneath her snug Hogwarts robes. The loud, satisfying smack echoed sharply through the clearing, and Rias let out an adorably startled yelp, stumbling forward slightly as both her hands instinctively flew back to rub the stinging spot.
"Dammit, Sona!" she cried indignantly, eyes wide in shock and cheeks flaming bright crimson with embarrassment. She whipped around toward Sona, oblivious to the fact that it was actually me behind the unexpected spanking. "What the hell was that for!?"
Sona's eyes widened in alarm as she hastily raised both hands defensively. "That wasn't me, Rias! I swear!"
"Like hell it wasn't!" Rias shot back heatedly, still furiously rubbing her tender backside through her robes. "I know you have a thing for asses! If you wanted to spank mine, the least you could do is ask first!"
Sona sputtered indignantly. "D-don't be ridiculous, Rias! I told you, that wasn't me!"
Perfect—the two gorgeous devils had completely forgotten about me, their attention now entirely occupied by their flustered argument.
This was exactly the distraction I needed to make my escape.
Holding tightly to Sona's captured flag, I cautiously took several steps backward, hoping to slip away unnoticed.
But just as I began to turn, ready to bolt back toward my team's territory, a loud, resonating gong echoed clearly throughout the Forbidden Forest, freezing me instantly in my tracks.
Damn. That gong meant someone from Sona's team had successfully captured my flag first, sealing our defeat.
In hindsight, leaving only that girl Millicent Bulstrode to guard our flag had clearly been a bad idea. But we needed everyone else out fighting, trying to make up for my team's lack of magical power with numbers.
Sona now looked extremely pleased with herself.
Rias finally stopped glaring suspiciously at Sona and turned toward me instead. Her initial annoyance was quickly replaced with a cute, playful pout as she slowly approached, her hips swaying distractingly beneath her robes. She was still lightly rubbing her ass as she closed the distance between us.
I think she did know it was me, but just felt like teasing Sona.
"That was mean, Harry," she whined softly. The sexy pout on her lips only intensified as she stopped mere inches from me.
She leaned in, her soft, full lips pressing warmly and tenderly against my cheek in a lingering kiss.
I noticed the faintest flicker of envy cross Sona's face. Her cheeks were flushed, lips pressed into a tight line, and she was staring pointedly at Rias, clearly jealous that my fiancée could kiss me so openly with the entire Hogwarts student body—and faculty—watching through the enchanted scrying mirrors floating above us.
A heartbeat later, I felt the subtle shift of magical energy in the air. The scrying above winked out of existence, the enchantments clearly ending now that our Rating Game was officially over.
Now, there was nothing stopping me from giving Sona exactly what she wanted, and what she so obviously craved.
Before Sona could react or protest, I stepped forward, seized her slender waist firmly in my hands, and drew her sharply toward me. Her eyes widened in surprise, the faintest gasp slipping from her lips as her lithe body crashed gently against my chest.
"Congratulations on beating me, Sona," I murmured softly, my voice low and husky. She looked up at me, pink eyes wide with surprise and desire behind her thin glasses, her full lips parted invitingly as she breathed rapidly in anticipation.
Without another word, I captured her lush lips firmly with mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Sona immediately melted into me, her tense posture relaxing as her arms slid around my neck. I tasted her thoroughly, savoring every inch of her delicate mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. My fingers tightened possessively around her slender waist, pressing her hips flush against mine, allowing her to feel exactly how aroused I was becoming from having her beautiful, powerful body pinned intimately against me.
Sona's breath hitched sharply, a soft whimper of pleasure escaping her throat as I deepened the kiss even further. She trembled gently in my arms, her delicate fingers threading into my hair, pulling my head down to claim her more deeply, the soft curves of her breasts flattened sensually against my chest.
Eventually, we broke apart, both panting heavily as we gazed heatedly at each other. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, but satisfaction gleamed brightly in her gorgeous eyes. "T-Thank you, Harry…" she whispered breathlessly, a shy, pleased smile curving her kiss-swollen lips.
Smiling warmly in return, I released my grip around Sona and slowly turned my gaze toward Rias. The crimson-haired devil princess stood patiently waiting. She placed a delicate hand upon her hip, cocking it enticingly as she tilted her head expectantly.
"My turn now, Harry?" she teased softly, her voice rich and seductive. "Or are you already satisfied with just your aunt?"
I firmly grasped Rias's generous, perfectly rounded hips, pulling her enticing curves tightly against my body.
A thrilled gasp escaped her plush lips as our bodies molded intimately together. I leaned forward without hesitation, capturing her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss. She eagerly responded, pressing her soft, full lips against mine as our tongues met and danced sensually. Rias wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders, pressing herself tighter against me, purposefully ensuring her enormous, pillowy breasts flattened snugly against my chest. My hands drifted lower, sliding down the sensual curve of her waist to squeeze and knead the full, round globes of her ass possessively.
"Harry," she moaned softly against my lips, hips grinding subtly against the growing hardness she'd stirred between my legs. Her warmth seeped into me through our clothing, making it difficult not to rip those robes off her voluptuous body right then and there.
Breaking the kiss, I kept her held snugly against me, looking deeply into her striking eyes. "You did a wonderful job today, Rias," I praised quietly, my voice thick with raw desire.
Rias smiled playfully, eyes hooded and filled with lust. "I'm glad you approve," she purred teasingly, her fingers tracing slow, sensual circles against my neck. "Though I must say, one day soon, we will share Hermione together. She is adorably shy and beautful…"
My cock hardened painfully at her blatantly erotic suggestion. Her expression told me she knew precisely the effect her words had on me.
Sona, looking a bit jealous again, leaned into my other side. I realized how utterly fortunate—and absurdly lucky—I was. Holding a devil princess firmly in each arm. She and Rias exchanged playful looks as I wrapped an arm around each of them and we started heading out of the forest to get judged for our performance. After that, we'd get to watch the Delacour sisters face each other next in the forest.
That would be an interesting match. I couldn't care less about the Durmstrang students facing each other after that. Finally, the three winning teams were supposed to face each other tomorrow, but since I was already out of this one, I'd just be cheering on Sona since her team was guaranteed to sweep this event.
– Lilja –
Unbeknownst to the devils, another more powerful and hidden scrying was watching that competition—and it hadn't stopped watching yet either.
Lilja felt her breath hitch sharply as she gazed unblinkingly into the swirling depths of the scrying mirror. Her green eyes widened.
There he was—her Harry. The boy she had given birth to as Lily Evans, the child she'd never had the chance to hold or watch grow, now stood as a strikingly handsome young man. Nineteen years old, tall and leanly muscled, his strong jaw and sea-blue eyes capturing attention effortlessly.
Even in her wildest imaginings, Lilja had never expected the infant she left behind to mature into such a captivating man.
She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, unable to tear her gaze from the scene unfolding within the scrying spell. Harry was now passionately kissing Sona Sitri, a renowned devil princess. Sona clung eagerly to him, her body pressing intimately against Harry's hard muscles, her cheeks flushed crimson as their lips parted sensually, tongues visibly intertwining.
But before Lilja could even begin to process the implications of witnessing her beloved child in such an intimate exchange, she watched, stunned, as Harry turned smoothly to Rias Gremory. The crimson-haired princess of the underworld, little sister of Sirzechs. Harry seized Rias by her full hips, pulling her lush figure tightly against his body.
Lilja's cheeks burned hotter as she watched them kiss hungrily, openly lustful and passionate, tongues dancing sensually while Rias pressed her generous breasts flush against Harry's muscular chest. Harry's hands slid possessively down to grip Rias's perfectly rounded ass, fingers sinking deliciously into soft flesh, pulling her hips even tighter against him. The crimson-haired princess moaned openly into his mouth, hips grinding shamelessly against the very clear hardness pressing urgently between Harry's thighs.
The image sent a traitorous heat pooling between Lilja's legs, her own body reacting involuntarily to the overt eroticism unfolding before her eyes. A wave of embarrassment and shame washed through her, deepening the blush staining her creamy porcelain cheeks.
He was her son—or at least, had been in her previous life as Lily Evans—and yet, she couldn't deny the overwhelming male allure Harry now possessed, nor the way her traitorous body responded instinctively to witnessing his blatant dominance over such powerful and beautiful devil princesses.
But more than her inappropriate reaction, Lilja's mind swirled rapidly with confusion and curiosity. How exactly had her Harry—a human child born of Lily Evans and an unknown, beautiful woman she'd met fleetingly in a muggle pub all those years ago—ended up intimately involved with not one, but two princesses from the Underworld?
Devils were notoriously proud beings, powerful and selective, rarely showing any romantic or sexual interest in ordinary humans, let alone sharing a single man.
And yet there they both were—Sona Sitri and Rias Gremory—openly embracing Harry. Clearly, there was something special about her son, something exceptional that had drawn the attention and devotion of two devil princesses, beings who could quite literally have anyone they desired.
Lilja's mind raced desperately for answers, but details of Harry's mysterious other parent remained frustratingly elusive. All she could recall from her night as a somewhat drunk Lily Evans was an encounter in that shadowy muggle bar—a night of drinking, playful banter, flirtation, and ultimately a single, passionate night spent with a stunningly beautiful woman whose face and name had faded from her memories. Lily Evans had certainly enjoyed her partner's skillful attention that evening.
But something about Harry made it clear his unknown parentage held far deeper significance than Lilja had previously understood. She resolved firmly to uncover the truth behind Harry's origins and his connection to the Underworld once she arrived at Hogwarts as Odin's undercover agent.
The answers clearly awaited her there.
Lilja jumped abruptly, yanked harshly from her swirling thoughts by the loud, boisterous laughter erupting behind her. She spun swiftly, a startled gasp escaping her parted lips as embarrassment surged anew.
Allfather Odin lounged lazily upon his massive golden throne, a goblet of mead dangling carelessly from one hand as he leered shamelessly into his own scrying mirror. The one-eyed god's gaze was riveted upon Harry and the devil princesses, an openly perverted grin stretching broadly across his bearded face as he chuckled deeply.
"By my beard, that mortal lad certainly knows how to handle his women!" Odin bellowed with hearty enthusiasm.
Lilja flushed deeper crimson, mortification mixing with irritation at Odin's crass observations about her son's romantic entanglements. She knew well enough Odin's penchant for beautiful women—and men—but hearing such lewd commentary about Harry, her own beloved child, was simply too much.
"Forgive me, Allfather," Lilja interjected sharply, struggling to keep her voice steady as she met Odin's lecherous gaze evenly. "But perhaps your comments are somewhat inappropriate?"
Odin merely chuckled again, clearly amused by Lilja's embarrassment. "Ah, my pretty young Valkyrie. Youthful prudishness does not suit you, Lilja!"
She might not be able to openly chastise the ruler of Asgard directly, but there were other ways she could ensure Odin faced appropriate consequences for his behavior. "Hmph. Lady Frigga might be very interested indeed in hearing precisely how enthusiastically you admired this mortal boy's prowess, Allfather…".
Instantly, Odin's laughter died away, his remaining eye widening comically as a faint look of panic crossed his bearded face. He coughed awkwardly, quickly averting his gaze from the scrying mirror. "N-now, Lilja, there's surely no need to bother my dear wife with such trivial matters. I was merely appreciating… the strategy of the competition—yes, strategy! Quite ingenious…"
Lilja suppressed a smug smile, nodding politely even as triumph warmed her chest. Odin's wife, Frigga, was a famously proud and formidable goddess, not one to suffer her husband's wandering eye lightly.
Lilja sighed and shook her head, she needed to focus upon her rapidly approaching mission at Hogwarts. Only there would she uncover the truth of Harry's parentage, the reasons behind his inexplicable connection to powerful devils, and precisely what game the Underworld princesses were playing with her beloved son.
Lilja's eyes narrowed in determination. She would find her answers—no matter what secrets Hogwarts held, she would uncover them all.
– Harry –
"That was quite the event," Dumbledore said, his normally composed expression replaced by a strained and somewhat embarrassed smile as he addressed us once we'd returned from the Forbidden Forest. He didn't really look upset, he looked more exasperated and disappointed.
At a few students in particular.
Many of the older students were smirking, blushing, and casting amused or scandalized glances toward a very satisfied-looking Akeno, who was casually playing with a black riding crop between her elegant fingers.
Fred and George stood close to her, both clearly enjoying the shocked and delighted attention. Akeno giggled softly, giving both twins a sultry smile and a playful wink that had the two Gryffindors reddening further. Before the twins could even start boasting, however, their tall and athletic girlfriend Angelina stormed over, her eyes narrowed with a mixture of jealousy and amusement.
Without hesitation, Angelina grabbed Fred and George each firmly by an ear, making them wince and gasp sharply in surprise. "Both of you are coming straight back to my bedroom right now!" she declared.
Fred and George exchanged eager, hopeful grins, no doubt imagining exactly what Angelina planned to do with them in private. Loud wolf whistles and cheers erupted from the nearby students as the trio left the gathering before judging even began.
I shook my head with amusement, turning my attention toward my other teammates. Hermione stood nearby, her face flushed deep red and eyes downcast with obvious embarrassment. Ginny and Jasmine looked equally crestfallen. All three clearly felt terrible for losing their battles.
"I—um, I need to talk to you, Harry," Hermione murmured quietly, nervously fidgeting with a strand of her curly hair. Her cheeks burned bright pink as she glanced up shyly at me through her thick eyelashes.
I stepped closer, gently lifting her chin and gazing down into her nervous, cinnamon-brown eyes. "Hermione," I whispered softly, brushing my thumb tenderly over her flushed cheek. "You don't have to be nervous. I already know exactly what happened."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You—you do?"
I nodded slowly, a teasing smile spreading across my lips. "Yes. I know all about how Rias kissed you," I murmured playfully, leaning closer. "And honestly, Hermione? My only regret is that I wasn't there to see it firsthand. Damn, that must have been incredibly hot."
Hermione let out a relieved sigh, the tension visibly leaving her shoulders. Then she smacked my arm, eyes narrowing into a cute glare as she muttered, "You're such a pervert, Harry!"
I chuckled warmly, leaning down to whisper seductively into her ear. "Maybe so, but you love it, Hermione. Does this mean you'll finally join me, Lyra, and Lyna properly in bed soon?"
Hermione bit her lower lip, looking up at me with shy determination. Finally, after a long pause, she nodded softly. "Maybe," she admitted quietly, cheeks flushed. "Maybe soon… I think I'm finally ready."
"Good," I told her warmly, squeezing her hand gently. "I'll look forward to it."
I stepped away from Hermione and turned toward Ginny and Jasmine. Both girls looked confused and frustrated, frowning deeply as they approached me.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," Jasmine began softly, her cheeks tinged pink behind her glasses. "I have no idea what even happened out there. One minute Ginny and I were facing Gasper, and then suddenly… it was like time just stopped for us."
"Yeah, exactly!" Ginny added irritably, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Everything went blank, and when we finally came to, the competition was already over. We didn't even get a chance to fight!"
I sighed heavily, giving both girls a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault," I said firmly, placing a comforting hand on each girl's shoulder.
Ginny huffed irritably, clearly annoyed by her loss. Jasmine, however, just looked worried and disappointed in herself. Without thinking, I stepped closer to Jasmine, gently cupping her soft cheek and meeting her eyes seriously.
"Listen, Jasmine," I murmured soothingly, brushing my thumb tenderly over her flushed skin. "You did wonderfully tonight, and I'm proud you were brave enough to join me. Don't be so hard on yourself, okay?"
Jasmine's cheeks burned bright red beneath my gentle touch, her eyes widening adorably behind her glasses. She nodded shyly, offering me a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot coming from you."
Ginny coughed pointedly beside us, clearly annoyed that Jasmine was receiving so much attention. "Yeah, thanks, Harry," she muttered dryly, pouting slightly.
I chuckled softly, giving Ginny a playful smirk. "Don't pout, Ginny," I teased her lightly, flicking her nose gently. "You did great as well."
Ginny huffed again, cheeks flushing, but a pleased smile tugged reluctantly at her lips despite herself. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," she grumbled, clearly pleased by my praise despite trying to act unaffected.
Clearly, Ginny and Jasmine both needed some extra attention from me. My mind drifted briefly back to this morning. Sona asked me explicitly to fuck Jasmine Potter, simply to spite Sirius Black after how rudely he'd spoken to us earlier.
As much as the thought amused me in principle, I knew I wouldn't follow through unless I truly felt something deeper for Jasmine. My life was already complicated enough with the multitude of beautiful women currently vying for my attention and affection. I wasn't about to add anyone new into the mix purely out of spite.
If I did something with Jasmine—or Ginny, for that matter—it would be because I genuinely cared about them. And it wasn't like I haven't been flirting with either of these two girls all along as well.
Especially that broom ride I took with Ginny weeks ago…
Ginny's brown eyes widened slightly in surprise, watching me carefully as I leaned in close and pressed a warm, lingering kiss onto her freckled cheek. Her pale, fair skin instantly flushed a vivid shade of scarlet under the attention, and her lips parted slightly in shock and delight.
Before Ginny could even recover from her surprise, I turned smoothly to Jasmine, giving her an equally affectionate kiss upon her own soft, warm cheek. Jasmine's eyes behind her glasses went adorably wide, and she sucked in a quick, startled breath, her pretty face immediately flushing red beneath my lips.
I stepped back, giving them both a playful yet sincere smile. "Thanks again for helping me out tonight," I told them warmly, holding their gazes. "I owe you both a favor now, one you can cash in anytime you'd like."
Ginny's expression shifted almost instantly into something openly lustful, her eyes darkening visibly as she slowly licked her lips in anticipation. "Oh, you can definitely count on that, Harry," she purred suggestively.
Jasmine, however, was far more reserved. Her cheeks still flaming brightly, she quickly glanced over toward her two best friends, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who were watching our exchange with wide, intrigued eyes. Jasmine bit her lower lip shyly, clearly flustered by their curious stares, and quickly mumbled something incoherent about needing to talk to them before bolting hastily away from us toward her giggling friends!
I chuckled softly, amused by their vastly different reactions. But before I could dwell on it further, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I saw the five Slytherin students who'd been part of my Rating Game team approaching me, each with a distinct expression on their faces.
"So," I began casually, addressing them as a group, "how did things go for all of you?"
Millicent Bulstrode was the first to respond, her broad shoulders slumping slightly in embarrassment. She lowered her eyes sheepishly. "Sorry, Harry," she muttered gruffly, clearly uncomfortable admitting defeat. "I lost almost immediately to that Ravenclaw girl—Tsubaki Shinra. She was way stronger than I thought she'd be…"
I gave her a reassuring smile, patting her shoulder lightly. "Don't worry about it, Millicent. Thanks for helping me out."
"It's fine, I owed Daphne a favor anyway…"
Blaise Zabini stepped forward next, there was a smug and strangely satisfied smirk plastered across his face. "Well, unlike Millicent here," he drawled, "I managed to hold my own against Kiba Yuuto for the entire competition."
He did?
I raised an eyebrow skeptically, glancing toward the three girls standing behind him—Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Daphne's younger sister Astoria.
All three Slytherin witches simultaneously rolled their eyes in blatant disbelief. Clearly, I was missing something here about exactly how Blaise had managed such a feat.
"Right…" I said slowly, giving him an uncertain look. "Good job, I guess…?"
He nodded before walking away back towards Kiba.
Daphne stepped closer to me, she pressed a finger firmly into my chest, glaring accusingly up into my eyes. "Harry Sitri," she began dramatically, her beautiful face twisted adorably with mock-indignation. "That little white-haired girl—Koneko Toujou—was absolutely terrifying! You owe me and Tracey big time for forcing us into that kind of trauma."
Tracey quickly sidled up beside Daphne, placing one arm playfully around her friend's slender waist. She grinned mischievously up at me. "Absolutely right," Tracey agreed enthusiastically. "We definitely deserve a proper date out of this…" Daphne nodded smugly, clearly pleased Tracey was backing her up—at least until Tracey continued. "...We want flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner—and of course, mind-blowing sex at the end of it all. The whole romantic package, Harry!"
Daphne immediately slapped Tracey's shoulder in mortified embarrassment. "Tr-Tracey!" she hissed indignantly, glancing nervously toward me before glaring sharply back at her friend. "You can't just—just say things like that out loud!"
Tracey laughed heartily, clearly delighted by Daphne's adorably flustered reaction. "Come on, Daph," she teased playfully, nudging the still-blushing blonde. "We both know you're dying to see what's hidden underneath those robes of his. Might as well be honest about it."
I chuckled openly, thoroughly entertained by their exchange.
I turned my attention toward Daphne's younger sister, Astoria. The younger witch stood slightly apart from the others, observing the antics of her sister and Tracey with obvious amusement and exasperation.
I gave her a friendly smile, noticing for the first time just how genuinely cute Astoria Greengrass was, with her slender build, delicate porcelain features, and gentle blue eyes. "What about you, Astoria?" I asked lightly, giving her an easy grin. "Any demands for your suffering tonight?"
She snorted quietly, rolling her eyes dramatically at Daphne and Tracey's continued flirtations. "Just don't include me in any more of their crazy nonsense, Harry," Astoria responded dryly, though her lips twitched slightly upward in amusement. "I think one night of running from a tiny girl with monstrous strength was enough excitement to last me the entire school year."
"Fair enough," I chuckled in response, smiling appreciatively at her dry wit. "You did great tonight too, Astoria. Thanks again for joining us."
She nodded politely, giving me a small, sincere smile. "You're welcome, Harry. It was actually kind of fun—terrifying, but fun."
I watched curiously as Astoria stepped away from the group, surprisingly heading directly toward none other than Koneko herself. Daphne's younger sister hesitantly approached the white-haired devil girl, speaking quietly to her in a shy yet earnest tone.
Interesting. It seemed Astoria wasn't quite as intimidated by Koneko as she claimed. At the very least, I'm sure my fiance will be happy her kohai might make a friend...
I shrugged, finally breaking away from Daphne, Tracey, and the others, and turned toward the other assembled teams. Now that my own match had ended, it was time to go see Fleur and Gabrielle.
The Delacour sisters were competing next—facing each other directly—and I intended to wish them both luck in the best possible way.
I knew exactly how much Fleur and Gabrielle loved competing with one another. As sisters, they were deeply affectionate but also fiercely competitive, and tonight's matchup would undoubtedly get heated in every sense of the word.
My eyes instantly found Fleur. Standing gracefully amongst her classmates, she was every bit as stunningly beautiful as ever.
Before Fleur could even say anything, Gabrielle emerged from the group behind her, her shorter, delicate figure quickly sliding past her sister to meet me first. Gabrielle gave me an irresistibly playful grin as she moved closer.
"Harry," Gabrielle murmured warmly, immediately stepping forward to press her curvy body tightly against me. She reached up, winding both slender arms around my neck, pulling me sharply downward into a heated, sensual kiss.
Finally, we broke apart, Gabrielle breathing slightly faster.
"Bon courage, Gabrielle," I whispered teasingly, giving her waist one final, affectionate squeeze. "Try not to wear out your sister too badly tonight."
Gabrielle giggled seductively, her fingers trailing lightly down my chest. "No promises, mon amour," she purred softly. "Though I imagine you'll enjoy comforting us both tonight, won't you? Especially Fleur, since she will be the loser!"
"As if!" Fleur stepped closer, firmly nudging her younger sister aside so she could get her own good luck kiss.
Of course, at this point I was used to ignoring all the jealous glares I got from the male students.
Eventually, Fleur broke the kiss, panting softly as her blue eyes gleamed with unmistakable desire.
"Good luck, Fleur. I'll definitely look forward to celebrating with you both later, tonight or tomorrow. Regardless of whichever one of you wins."
Fleur was better at magic being older, but I had no idea which sister would win. It'd probably come down to their teams deciding it for them. Honestly, I didn't know or care much about the other students from Beauxbatons, they were little more than background noise in comparison.
My only real interest was Fleur and Gabrielle.
And whether Fleur or Gabrielle ended up victorious, I fully intended to spend the night thoroughly comforting both the triumphant winner and the defeated loser with several hours of intense, passionate sex.
Either way, I'd definitely emerge as the real winner by the end of tonight's events—at least until the sudden memory of my earlier bet with Sona resurfaced abruptly. I groaned softly.
Earlier this morning, we'd wagered on today's outcome. Since I had clearly lost, that meant I was now forced into the position of volunteering myself the next time Serafall inevitably tried to drag poor Sona onto her Magical Girl Levia-tan TV show…
A show for young devils, which meant it didn't skimp on the nudity or sex appeal in any way, shape, or form.
And I'm 100% sure Sona had probably already sent that very news off to her older sister as well…
Oh well.
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