Chapter 25
"You know, for the life of me, I will never understand why they felt the need to cancel Quidditch this year," Harry commented as he and Fleur looked down at the hedge maze from atop his Firebolt.
She was seated in front of him, her plush arse pressed against his groin, as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around her.
"You 'ave a point," she agreed. "Zere were zree tasks spaced out over ze course of ze year and zis is ze first which 'as even used your Quidditch pitch. Zey could 'ave 'ad ze usual game schedule and maybe even allowed ze winner to face off against ze winner of a match between us and Durmstrang."
"So Durmstrang," he thought to himself. "In truth, I didn't mind the extra free time that not having to make practice gave me, but still, they really didn't need to cancel it outright."
"Ze maze looks almost peaceful just now," Fleur murmured, settling against him.
"That won't last," Harry chuckled, recalling what Bagman had told them about a month ago.
"So, I guess you all must be wondering why I called you here, to the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch," Bagman remarked in his usual jovial tone.
"It couldn't possibly be regarding the third task," Harry said drolly.
"That's precisely what it's about!" Bagman exclaimed, and Harry and Fleur shared a look at his obliviousness.
"If task is Quidditch relate, that seems...unfair," Krum muttered.
"Oh, there will be no brooms involved at all, Mr. Krum," Bagman chuckled. "In fact, what we'll be doing instead is going to seem like sacrilege to anyone who spent years playing the sport above these very grounds, but rest assured that all will be restored to normal in time for the next school year."
"What exactly will we be doing?" Cedric asked.
"In a month's time, this pitch will be barely recognizable as we're going to grow a hedge maze on it," Bagman replied. "All four of you will enter it from the same point, spaced out in order according to the current standings between you. The maze will be filled with all manner of dangerous challenges for you to overcome as you work to reach its center, where you'll find the Triwizard Cup. The first champion to touch it will be declared the winner of the tournament."
"So the points weren't the final factor in who won then," Harry couldn't help but point out.
"Well, to put it in terms we'll both understand well, Mr. Potter, this is a very close game, and the cup is, essentially, the snitch," Bagman replied.
"Will we be given any 'ints as to what exactly we can expect to face in zere?" Fleur asked.
"The only one I'll give is that we've been working extensively with Hagrid on this one," Bagman grinned, and all four of them winced at that, knowing exactly what it meant.
"Is zere any chance zat 'Agrid might 'ave recommended less dangerous creatures?" Fleur asked.
"Skeeter might be a lying bitch generally, but she wasn't wrong about his heritage," Harry replied. "Hagrid's physically tougher than any of us, and, fond as I am of him, I have to admit that that toughness gives him a rather skewed view of what is and isn't dangerous. Keep in mind that we had a bloody cerberus in the school during my first year."
"Joy," Fleur muttered. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, she smiled when he leaned in and kissed her neck, saying, "I am going to miss all zis."
"You mean that you're actually going to miss Britain?" Harry asked with forced surprise, and Fleur giggled.
"It wasn't as bad as I imagined," she purred, pressing herself more firmly against him, "or at ze very least, it was not without its perks."
"Fleur...we haven't spoken yet about next year," Harry murmured, and Fleur sighed.
"Land by ze lake," she requested, and he did so without hesitation.
It was early morning, and though the early June morning was nice and warm, with the sun actually shining down on them, few were out and about just yet.
"This was our spot for a while," Harry smiled, and she returned the look.
"'Arry...when I came 'ere, I never for a moment imagined zat I might find something like zis," Fleur began. "My only goals were to become my school's champion, prove to everyone zat I was as capable as any 'uman witch by winning it, and avoid letting ze greasy, fatty food ruin my figure."
Harry snorted at that, and Fleur stepped forward, cupping his cheek.
"Zis was not my plan, and yet what I 'ave found with you and with ze others 'as come to mean more to me zan ze silly tournament ever could 'ave," she continued. "I don't want this to end."
"Neither do I," Harry whispered, taking her hand from his cheek and kissing it. "My plans regarding the future haven't changed, though. Once I can, I am going to take Rias up on her offer. Is that something that you'll be able to accept, something that your family will be able to accept?"
Fleur swallowed thickly at that. Harry was going to become a devil; he had been very adamant about that, and he wouldn't be the only one. All five of the people she'd been seeing over the past few months were going to be devils before long, and while that didn't bother her nearly as much as it once would have, she knew that her family would not be so accepting. Her father would be bad enough if he learned the truth, having the typical prejudices against their kind that most wizards did, but his reaction would pale to that of her mother.
"I could not stay away if I wanted to, zough," she thought to herself, gazing into his warm green eyes and feeling her own grow misty. "I might not 'ave said it yet, but I love 'im and come what may, I cannot let zis end."
Harry had proven himself to be everything she'd ever wanted in a man in the months she'd known him: brave, strong, assertive and capable. He was more powerful than anyone that young had any right to be and excited her as no one else ever had. The fact that he was an absolute demon in bed didn't hurt either.
Rias had triggered the punishments from the master-servant contract a few times since that night, and each one had ended in an exhausting night of pleasure for her and one far more wonderfully terrible for Fleur afterward. Being driven to the point of lustful madness until she transformed into a harpy incapable of thinking about anything other than being fucked and having her all-consuming needs satisfied was torture on a level she couldn't put into words, and yet it was so very worth it. Every time Harry worked her into that state, he then fucked her like a whore until she came so hard she squirted everywhere, and the pleasure of those frenetic couplings was absolutely cosmic.
Each time it happened and she woke up in his arms, being gently caressed and held tenderly as she shook like a leaf, she became a little more convinced that he was the one for her. No one else could possibly make her feel like that, and the fact that he came with a small harem of beautiful women who were also more than happy to let her enjoy them only added to his appeal.
"My family won't take it well when they learn just who I've been going to bed with, but I will 'andle zat when it comes," Fleur replied, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to keep it from them forever. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him softly and added, "Zere is nothing in ze world zat could make me give you up."
"I don't want to cause you trouble," Harry sighed, and Fleur giggled.
"I would zink zat by now you'd 'ave figured out zat I rather like trouble," she grinned, and Harry did as well before pulling her in for a much deeper, more passionate kiss.
Harry returned it eagerly and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her luscious body to him. He knew that out of all of his relationships, the one with Fleur was likely to be the most challenging, and he'd been reluctantly willing to give her an out because of that, but if she was willing to face those challenges, than he'd stand by her side as she did. He'd come to adore the haughty French blonde and was overjoyed that she seemed to feel the same way. As their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths, he put all his concerns about the future out of his mind and let himself enjoy her intoxicating touch.
"Mr. Malfoy, it has come to my attention that your grades have been slipping for months now," Snape said softly as he regarded the blonde boy sitting across from him.
The Malfoy heir had looked increasingly tired since he returned from his family manor after learning of his father's murder, something that was beginning to worry his head of house. He understood the pain of loss well and what it could do to you and had been quite lenient up to this point, but the other professors had started to comment, and he knew that he needed to, at least, meet with him.
"I know," Malfoy scowled, wishing more than anything that he could get back to the cabinet.
He kept his eyes firmly trained on Snape's lips, avoiding his eyes entirely. His lord had made it clear that he would determine the extent of the man's loyalty after the school year was finished, having avoided reaching out to him at this point because of Dumbledore. His orders were to remain polite to him but keep his distance just in case he had turned traitor.
"I understand that you're in pain and have stayed my tongue up to now, but with the year nearly ended, we need to discuss this," Snape continued. "Next year is your O.W.L. year and you can ill-afford to…"
"Next year will be fine," Malfoy cut him off, nearly looking up into his eyes for a moment before he caught himself. "I'm sorry, sir, but...I just wasn't getting much sleep for a while."
"Have you spoken to Madam Pomfrey?" Snape asked.
"No, but...the past couple nights have been better," Malfoy replied. "Like you said, the year's nearly over, and Mother has spoken about spending the summer abroad. By the time we return next year, I'm sure I'll be better."
"Because Potter will be dead by then," he thought to himself, fighting to keep both the rage and the glee off his face.
He knew that his grades had slipped quite a bit and that his end-of-year exams likely hadn't gone well this year, but he didn't care. For one thing, he was a Malfoy and would get what he wanted in life by virtue of his name and blood, but beyond that, only your O. and N.E.W.T.s really mattered. By this time next year, Potter would have paid for what he'd done, and Malfoy would be able to take his more important exams secure in the knowledge that his lord was going to set their world right. Nothing mattered until that was done, certainly not minor exams.
"Hmm, well, I suppose we'll revisit things at the end of September," Snape murmured. "I knew your father well, and respected him a great deal. If you need to talk, I am available."
"Thank you, sir," Draco replied, trying and partially succeeding in keeping the anger off of his face. "Is there anything else, or may I go?"
"You can go," Snape replied. "My offer stands, Mr. Malfoy."
Malfoy just nodded and practically bolted out of his chair, eager to get back to his room. If he'd been paying more attention, he might have noticed the slight shimmer to his right as he left the room. Snape, after casting a silent reveal spell, noted the almost invisible figure skulking outside his office and wasted no time practically flying across the room to confront them.
"Put that down," Karkaroff hissed, revealing himself and glaring at Snape, who kept his wand trained on him. "We need to talk."
"I cannot imagine that we have much of anything to discuss, Igor," Snape drawled, noting, not for the first time, how thin the man's accent had become in the years since the war. "The final task is tomorrow, and you'll be gone by the end of the day."
"That is what I need to discuss," Karkaroff hissed. "We can do this here or in there."
"Fine," Snape muttered, rolling his eyes and stepping aside to let the erratic-looking man in.
Karkaroff had barely been seen in public since he realized that Voldemort had returned. Dumbledore had kept news of that fact rather quiet so far, having only told Amelia Bones recently, as it appeared all but certain that Fudge's ministry would fall shortly. With their enemy content to hold back and build his forces, the headmaster had decided to quietly do the same, forming the Order of the Phoenix anew and working behind the scenes to ensure that the aurors would be a stronger force in time. While this meant that the public at large didn't know what danger had returned to Britain, those like Igor and him who were foolish enough to let themselves be marked by the man couldn't help but know the truth.
The moment he closed the door, Karkaroff turned around and hissed, "Dumbledore refuses to accept my help!"
Snape glowered at the man before him, realizing for the first time just how disheveled he looked. His beard had been trimmed haphazardly recently, and his hair looked tangled, though the most obvious sign was the tiredness in his terrified blue eyes.
"Probably because you're about as trustworthy as a leprechaun in debt," Snape drawled.
"I could help him against the dark lord," Karkaroff insisted. "I know…"
"Everything you know you spilled to the ministry to keep out of Azkaban," Snape spat, "and since then you have spent your time climbing the ranks and taking over an educational institute whose reputation for tolerating the dark arts has only increased during your time there. Can you really not understand why Albus might be a little...reluctant to trust you?"
"I paid the price for my crimes by putting this target on my back," Karkaroff hissed. "What price did you pay for your freedom?"
"More than you can imagine," Snape growled, his grip on his wand tightening. "Unless you held something back that might be of actual use to us, don't expect to be protected now. The dark lord's focus will remain on Britain for as long as Albus and the Potter boy live. Run far enough, and you might just live."
"There is no such thing as far enough when it comes to him!" Karkaroff exclaimed. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself and glared at Snape, saying, "You do realize that that boy is likely already in his thrall, right? Lucius' son."
"Igor…" Snape went to say warningly.
"You know the signs as well as I do," Karkaroff laughed coldly. "His eyes radiate palpable malice everywhere he looks."
"His father was murdered," Snape pointed out. "He's grieving."
"Murdered by whom?" Karkaroff asked, grinning. "It certainly wasn't Crouch like those fools in your biggest newspaper think."
"The dark mark was cast above the house his body was found in," Snape replied. "He was holding his head."
"Lucius did not turn in other Death Eaters as I did," Karkaroff spat, "and his gold was vital to the Dark Lord's war effort. This wasn't sanctioned by him, and I can't think of a single one of our old brethren who would dare do something like this without his explicit instruction."
That, Snape didn't have an answer for. Both he and Dumbledore were stumped and hoped that the aurors would turn up something to make it make sense. He had no idea what Voldemort suspected either, as he hadn't yet met with his former master.
"What are you saying?" Snape asked.
"Funny that he died just the day after those friends of Potter's lost their parents at the hands of the Dark Lord's forces," Karkaroff continued. "In fact, Potter viciously assaulted the boy the morning of that very day, if I recall correctly."
"Are you actually suggesting that Harry Potter beheaded Lucius Malfoy, positioned his body like the Dark Lord used to, and cast the dark mark above him, having slipped in and out of Hogwarts to do it?" Snape asked incredulously.
"No, that would be absurd," Karkaroff replied, "but would the Malfoy boy believe it if the Dark Lord told him that was what happened? We both know how...persuasive he can be, how seductive his promises of power and blood can sound to a young, impressionable man."
Snape kept his face neutral, but he had to admit that the other former Death Eater's suggestion wasn't entirely insane, though as he thought about it, he realized one problem with the theory.
"No," he muttered, shaking his head. "Mr. Malfoy is young and...can be reckless. He doesn't have the emotional maturity to hear a theory like that and not draw his wand. If he even suspected Potter, they'd have come to blows by now."
"And Draco would have lost," he couldn't help but admit silently.
"Hmm, perhaps you're right," Karkaroff agreed suspiciously quickly. "Is there any chance that you'll try to help me convince Dumbledore to provide me protection?"
"No," Snape replied. "The only true protection he could provide you would be here, and there is no way in hell that the public would accept him hiring an admitted murderer who only avoided prison time by turning in other Death Eaters as a professor here. You're on your own, I'm afraid."
Karkaroff just scowled and stormed out of the room, managing to avoid showing the hint of a smile that threatened to form on his face. Severus Snape was very good at schooling his features while he spoke, but even he couldn't help the hint of doubt that showed in his black eyes when he mentioned his theory about Lucius' brat. He knew the boy was up to something, and he knew his old master well enough to know what he might have done to get his help.
"If I can find out what he's up to, I might actually have something substantial to bargain with," he thought to himself as he recast his disillusionment charm. He was, first and foremost, a survivor and knew well the value of leverage. He just needed to get some.
"Hey, Hermione, thanks again for your help studying," Luna beamed as she spotted her friend. "I'm pretty sure I got an easy O on my Transfig...are you okay?"
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, shaking her head. "Oh, hi, Luna. How did your charms exam go?"
"Transfiguration, and I just said it went great," Luna replied, furrowing her brow in concern. "Is something wrong?"
She felt like she had a piece of molten lead in her pocket; that was what was wrong. She'd worked up the nerve to ask Harry to let her borrow the stone a week ago, and that was as far as she'd gotten in using it. Every time she picked it up and tried to use it to speak to her parents, she chickened out. She'd never felt less like a Gryffindor.
"Luna, are you free at the moment?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I only have my astronomy exam left, and it's not until tonight," Luna replied. "Shall we go to the Room?"
"Yes, please," Hermione replied, and Luna took her hand before heading towards the staircase.
The pair of them got a few odd looks as they went, but not many. Everyone seemed to be aware by then of the fact that Hermione, Luna, and Fleur were all dating Harry, and while that had generated a great deal of interest at first, it had died down eventually. Hogwarts was largely used to Harry being the center of strange things by then, and while there was an initial burst of male and female envy alike, it had subsided by then.
As the two of them entered the Room of Requirement, they saw a flurry of activity from the Gremory family servants working overtime to complete the library project. Where once it had stretched for miles beyond sight, one could actually see the back walls of it now, in the distance, and it appeared like they might actually finish soon, miraculously. They ignored the servants, who paid them no mind, and entered the bedroom quickly, shutting the door behind them.
"I don't know how to do this," Hermione whispered the moment they were alone.
"You spin the stone three times…" Luna went to explain.
"No, I get how it works, but I just…" Hermione cut her off. "What do I even say to them? Sorry you were murdered because some psychopath wanted to kill my boyfriend?"
"Hermione, you know it's not your fault any more than it's Harry's," Luna sighed, hugging her tightly. "The Death Eaters are monsters. They wouldn't have needed an excuse to come after you eventually."
"That's just it; they'd have come after them because of me," Hermione muttered, feeling her eyes well up with tears.
Luna kissed her softly, and Hermione responded in kind, appreciating the gesture and the simple pleasure of the younger girl's touch.
"I'll stay if you want," the blonde offered. "I can hold your hand while you summon them. You don't need to be afraid.
"Thank you," Hermione sighed, steeling herself as she pulled the dark stone out of her pocket. "It's so small."
"Size only matters when it comes to penises," Luna replied, and despite herself, Hermione laughed.
Wiping her eyes, she looked down at the stone, eyeing the symbol on it. It was a simple thing, pleasantly so, and she traced a finger over it.
"The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility," Luna said softly. "The symbol represents the three of them together."
"Yes, I read the story," Hermione nodded. "An oddly powerful wand, a stone that can be used to commune with the dead, and what I assume is the first invisibility cloak."
"Quite possibly," Luna murmured. "At the very least, it remains the best of them. Most last around fifteen years before the magic in them starts to fade."
"Wait, Harry's cloak has been in his family for ages," Hermione said, her eyes widening. "His father used it when he was in school and he'd have started in seventy-one. If they don't usually last that long, could…"
"He have two of the Hallows in his possession?" Luna asked, her big silver eyes going wide as saucers.
"Holy shit," Hermione laughed, rushing to her feet. "We should tell…"
"Hold on," Luna interrupted her, wrapping her arms around her middle and pulling her back onto the bed. "Think of solving that particular mystery as a reward for having a conversation you've been putting off."
"Luna, I…" Hermione went to argue, only to go still.
"Not a bad deal, is it?" Luna giggled, burying her face in the other girl's bushy brown hair. "If I whipped up a hair-growth salve, would you be willing to grow out your pubic hair just for a night? I want to nuzzle a cute bush just like this while I feast on you."
"Fuck, Luna," Hermione sighed, leaning back against her as she felt heat bloom in her core.
"Maybe later," Luna smiled. "I won't push you any further if you really don't think you're ready, but I'll also happily stay with you however long it takes if you are."
"I should do it," Hermione sighed. Swallowing thickly, she tried to find the courage to take the first step, something made easier by her friend and lover's presence. Holding the stone on her outstretched palm, she turned it three times and said, "Charlotte and Daniel Granger."
"Hermione," Charlotte smiled as her shade materialized.
"Hello," Daniel beamed down at her as Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth.
Even knowing it was going to happen didn't mute the shock of actually seeing her parents in the flesh, so to speak, and she couldn't stop the flow of tears down her cheeks as it started. She had practiced this conversation a hundred times in her mind over the past several weeks and couldn't recall a single one of them the moment she laid eyes on them.
"Don't cry, baby," Charlotte whispered, sitting down next to her.
"I'm so sorry," Hermione wept, trying to touch her instinctively, only for her hand to go through.
As she started sobbing loudly, Daniel knelt by her feet and hovered a hand over hers, saying, "Don't do that either. None of this is your fault."
"They...because of...me," Hermione sobbed, and Luna wrapped her arms around her neck from behind, resting her cheek on the crown of her head.
"Hello," she said sadly. "Hermione needed a little moral support."
"Luna, right?" Daniel asked. "Thanks for being there for our little girl. You and your other friends have been more than we were."
"You can see us?" Hermione asked, her curiosity breaking through her misery for a moment.
"We look away when we need to," Charlotte assured her, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"What must you think of me?" Hermione asked, looking down.
"We think you're happy, and that means the world to us," Daniel replied emphatically. "I know we weren't...let's be honest, we sucked at showing it, but we do love you, Hermione."
"I'll admit, I would have found your arrangement odd had we learned before," Charlotte added, "but facing one's mortality has a way of showing what truly matters. You've found dependable, loving people who adore you. What more could either of us want for our daughter?"
"We were robbed of so much time," Hermione wept.
"We were," Daniel nodded sadly, "but you still have so much left."
"We don't blame you or your friends for what happened to us and all that we would ask of you is that you live," Charlotte smiled. "Live as full and as happy a life as you can, Hermione."
"And tell that man of yours we said thanks for kicking their wretched arses," Daniel added.
"Daniel!" Charlotte exclaimed.
"We're dead, luv, I think we're safe to swear," Daniel chuckled, and Charlotte just sighed and shook her head fondly.
"I love you both so much," Hermione croaked, and they hovered in close, unable to touch her but wanting to comfort her all the same.
Luna just hugged her more tightly, knowing that no words were needed just then.
"Call on us again if you need us, but try to focus on the living," Charlotte whispered.
"Never forget that we love you, Hermione," Daniel smiled sadly as he stepped back, "and I'm sorry for not saying it more often."
"We both are," Charlotte added, taking his hand.
"Goodbye," Hermione whispered, not trusting her voice.
The two of them replied in unison, and then they were gone. Luna pulled Hermione back and held her as she cried, knowing perfectly well what she was going through. She also knew how much getting that little bit of closure had helped her and hoped that it would help her friend just as much.
"The sewers?" Rias asked.
"I think so," Koneko replied. "I thought I smelled something odd as I walked through the streets a few times, but with one of the manhole covers removed for maintenance earlier, it was much stronger. I think our violent weirdo is hiding out in the sewers."
"It would explain why he or she has managed to disappear for days or even weeks on end without us finding any trace," Akeno pointed out.
"Okay," Rias nodded. "Kiba, I want you to go with Koneko. Head down into the sewers and see if you can find any trace of whatever it is we're hunting. Be discreet, though, and don't engage unless you're forced to. We don't have any idea what we're dealing with, and I never go in blind if I can help it."
"Recon only, got it," Kiba nodded.
The two of them left, and once they closed the door behind them, Akeno asked, "Are you going to Hogwarts later?"
"Soon," Rias replied. "It looks like the library project will be finished today or tomorrow, and I want to check on them one last time. I want you to stay here in case those two end up needing back-up."
"Do you think this thing might be that dangerous?" Akeno asked.
"I think it's managed to avoid us for months now, and I don't like what that implies about its capabilities," Rias replied. "I doubt it's anything that we would need outside help with, but I also want someone with more experience under her belt than those two around if things go sideways."
"Got it," Akeno nodded. "Um, Rias, there was something that I wanted to talk to you about."
"I still probably have a few minutes before Harry calls me over," Rias shrugged. "What's up?"
"Erm, it's about the Master Servant Contract," Akeno began.
"Yes?" Rias sighed, fighting the shiver ran through her whenever she thought about the contract between her Harry.
She had triggered the punishments four times since the night they created it, and every single one was humiliating and exhilarating in equal measure. Being driven mad with lust until she submitted to Harry's will and called him her master was the most mortifying thing she'd ever experienced in her life, but the pleasure that the whole process brought her was mind-melting. She was no stranger to experiencing whole body orgasms that robbed her of wits and occasionally consciousness at Harry's hands, but something about being driven to the earth-shattering heights over and over again while fighting instinctively against the need to submit to him made the whole thing hotter than anything she'd ever imagined.
He'd wrung fifteen orgasms in a row out of her last time before she gave in, something Luna was more than happy to tell her when she woke up afterward, a shaking, exhausted wreck, lying in a puddle of her own juices. She wasn't any more submissive now than she'd been before, and she still planned to reverse the ritual once Voldemort was dead, but at the same time, just thinking about the episodes was enough to make her wet.
"I've been thinking about it, and on the next full moon…" Akeno went to say.
"I know it's not ideal, but I haven't changed my mind about keeping it as it is for the time being," Rias cut her off.
"I want Harry to do it with me too," Akeno finished, and Rias' eyes widened, though only for a moment.
"I see," she chuckled. "I suppose I should have seen it coming."
"Watching what it does to you and helping punish Fleur afterward has...I mean, it's like it was tailor-made for me," Akeno sighed. "Just the thought of being forced to submit to that gorgeous hunk we call a boyfriend and resisting like a brat until he's made me cum over and over again; until I'm nothing but a mindless, drooling wreck too weak to do anything but call him master and beg him to fuck me into the ground is enough to totally ruin my panties. I am your queen, though, and I figured I should ask first."
"This wouldn't change that," Rias grinned, "and like I say, I should have seen this coming. It really is like it was made with you in mind. I imagine Luna will want to be his slave too."
"I'm surprised she hasn't straight-up asked yet," Akeno giggled.
"The next full moon is in a week, so we'll be able to do it then," Rias smiled.
"You're sure?" Akeno asked, and Rias smirked, flying over her desk and landed, next to Akeno's seated form.
Raising her head by her chin until she was looking right at her, Rias replied, saying, "Even if you're his slave, you'll still be my servant. Isn't that right?"
"Yesss," Akeno hissed as Rias slipped a hand between her legs, widening them immediately.
"Now, what was that about ruined panties?" Rias purred in her ear as she slid her hand slowly upwards and undid a couple buttons on her shirt. The heat emanating between Akeno's legs was immense, and even before she reached the sodden fabric of her panties, Rias knew they had to be soaked. Nibbling on her earlobe, she whispered, "You're such a bad girl."
"Oh, fuck!" Akeno whimpered as she felt her master's slim fingers brush against her sensitive, covered folds. When she slipped them inside, she couldn't hold in the loud, lewd cry.
"Oh, looks like Harry's calling," Rias said, grinning impishly as she pulled her hand out and flew back, leaving Akeno to stare up at her in disbelief.
"Rias!" Akeno exclaimed, shivering as she watched the crimson-haired beauty suck her fingers clean.
"By Lucifer, you taste good," Rias sighed softly, her face a picture of sin. "We'll have to finish this later. Bye."
As she disappeared inside her summoning circle, Akeno just blinked, continuing to stare in disbelief until finally she laughed. She was about to finish the job herself, having not been told not to, when a sudden, faint sound outside the door caught her attention. Casting a quick spell to listen in, she grinned when she heard what was outside.
"I'm telling you, man, they're totally doing it!" a hushed voice exclaimed.
"Why oh why couldn't there be a hole in one of the walls here?" another one asked.
"You...you don't think they ever do it with Koneko, do you?" a third voice asked, sounding like he might faint at the thought.
"Matsuta, Motohama, and Issei," she thought to herself with a wicked grin.
The three most openly perverted students at the academy, they were all a year younger than her and Rias and had developed a less than stellar reputation there. She found them more amusing than anything and decided to have a little fun. Flying over, she landed softly in front of the door and yanked it open quickly, causing all three of them to fall inside.
"Hello," she purred, biting her knuckle and grinning at the three of them. "Classes are long done, and I don't believe any of you three belong to a club that's still meeting. You're not being naughty now, are you?"
"N...no!" Issei exclaimed as all three of them scrambled to their feet. "We were just titties...er I…"
He stammered, staring at her chest, and Akeno recalled that Rias had undone a couple of her buttons. She was wearing a bra, and it wasn't like they were seeing anything they shouldn't, but she had far more cleavage on display than normal.
"Where's Rias?" Matsuta asked. "I know we heard…"
He trailed off as he realized his mistake, and Akeno let out a deep, throaty laugh that made all three of them shiver.
"She had to step out," Akeno replied with a grin. "It was quite rude of her, and it's left me so...lonely. You wouldn't happen to know anyone willing to...keep me company, do you?"
She stepped towards them as she spoke, enhancing her naturally seductive presence with a spell that she knew would be too much for the painfully inexperienced boys. Sure enough, they stammered like fools, and Matsuta and Motohama promptly passed out, bleeding from their noses.
"I...I...I…" Issei stuttered, unable to look away from her cleavage for a moment.
"Hmm, I figured I'd get all three of you with that," Akeno chuckled, cocking her head to the side. "I wonder if there's something more to you."
"I…" Issei went to say before he passed out as well, just as overwhelmed as his friends.
"Perhaps not," Akeno laughed.
They'd heard Rias and her in private, probably slipping close while they were distracted by her master's effort to tease her, and she would have wiped their memories and sent them on their way anyway, but she wasn't above having a little fun first. A few spells later, they were on their way, none the wiser to anything that they might have heard, and she was left alone to conjure a dildo and finish what Rias started.
"I can't believe how quickly they've gotten all this done," Harry commented as he and Rias looked at the host of Gremory clan servants busy copying books.
Working together in squads, they were able to copy entire sections of the library onto fresh paper at once, handing the finished manuscripts over to other groups that bound them and teleported them away. Dobby and Kreacher had managed to get a very impressive chunk of the library copied working as they had been, but with the Gremory servants working as they were, they were able to get the job done much more quickly. The two elves could copy hundreds of books an hour while they were working, but the devil servants could get hundreds of thousands done an hour. It allowed them to whittle down the monumental task at a rate that Harry hadn't thought possible.
"I should have told my parents sooner," Rias sighed.
"Indeed you should have," an older voice said, and the two of them turned around to see an older, bearded man standing behind them.
"Heinrich!" Rias exclaimed happily, though her happiness quickly turned to confusion. "What are you...how did…"
"I am powerful enough to get through the wards undetected, though it was quite time-consuming," Heinrich replied. "Your father wanted a progress report and sent me personally to check on them. He is most excited about this find of your friend's."
"Harry, this is Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa," Rias smiled. "Heinrich, this is Harry, my boyfriend."
"A pleasure to meet you," Heinrich nodded.
"As it is to meet you," Harry replied. "You're her father's bishop, yes?"
"You're well-informed," Heinrich replied politely. "Lord Zeoticus will be quite pleased to know how close they are to finishing this. It took them less than two months."
Rias grimaced at that, recalling how her parents had reacted when she first told them what Hermione had discovered.
"Rias, hello," Zeoticus said warmly as he spotted her. "What brings you by?"
"Is it as interesting as those odd letters you brought last time?" Venelana asked, appearing as though summoned.
"Do you have guests at the moment?" Rias asked.
"No," Zeoticus replied. "Is something wrong?"
"No, but I do need to speak to you two alone," Rias replied.
"Come," Venelana commanded, leading her towards the sitting room as Zeoticus walked at her side.
The second they were inside, she closed the doors with a wave of her hand and summoned a ball of crimson destruction into her palm. Rias felt her mother's power expand until it permeated the entire room and knew that she had created a destructive barrier around it, from which no soundwaves would escape. It was one of many applications of the Power of Destruction that Rias herself had yet to master. Her parents sat down on the sofa and both gestured towards the chair next to it, waiting for her to begin.
"The strange, almost Luciferian characters that I asked about before, the ones that we send to Lord Zekram, they came from a scroll, which is interesting in itself but not specifically the reason I'm here," Rias explained. "That scroll was found in a library in Hogwarts that…"
"There are potentially devilish scrolls in the library in that magician school?" Zeoticus asked, looking concerned.
"There's far more than that, and it's not actually in the formal school library," Rias replied. "That I have yet to see and have no reason at all to look at because of the room I found that scroll in. There exists a room hidden in that school that can be used to create all manner of things."
"A chamber of conjuration?" Venelana asked, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows shooting towards her hairline. "How impressive!"
"It's even more impressive than it sounds," Rias replied. "A friend of mine who attends there, one that I'm planning to take on as a pawn down the line, discovered that it could be used to create copies of books."
"With what limitations?" Venelana asked, instantly intrigued.
"It couldn't recreate the Book of Creation, but aside from that, none," Rias replied, and both of their jaws dropped.
"That…" Zeoticus sputtered. "Are you saying what I think you are?"
"Inside the omnilibrary, as we've taken to calling it, exists everything ever written," Rias replied, "from receipts to, presumably, the works of Lord Ajuka, Azazel, and the researchers of the heavens."
"Rias, if that's true," Venelana said, rising to her feet, "then you and your friends have stumbled across something truly invaluable."
"And dangerous," Zeoticus added. "How many people know about it so far?"
"Myself, Akeno, Harry, and three other witches that we're friends with," Rias replied. "There are also a pair of elves who have been helping me copy the books, for while the room can create anything, nothing that it makes can be taken beyond its borders."
"Wait, this is what you meant when you said you wanted to expand our library?" Zeoticus asked, looking annoyed. "Rias, this is so far beyond the scope of anything I imagined."
"I wanted to surprise you with the finished project and have been quietly acquiring paper, glue, and leather for it," Rias replied, wincing slightly as she realized how foolish she'd been not to go to them sooner.
"Something changed," Venelana surmised. "Did you finally realize that the project was just beyond a pair of elves, or was there something else?"
"It seems like the library contains books from all manner of worlds, including ones that we know nothing of," Rias replied, earning more shocked looks from them. "That scroll with the odd, almost Luciferian characters might very well be from one of those worlds. The omnilibrary is the sum of written knowledge throughout the universe, and if it's going to be copied any time soon, I am going to need help."
"You mentioned expanding the library some time ago," Zeoticus chided her.
"I should have come sooner," Rias admitted. "I just don't think I truly grasped the scale of the project at first. After learning that we were talking about more worlds than just Earth, Heaven, and our world, though..."
"The House of Gremory could easily end up the most powerful in the Underworld after this," Venelana grinned. "If this has half of what I imagine it could, it would be nearly as great a boon to us as your brother's power. You should have brought this to our attention sooner, but what's important is that we secure this resource quickly. This room is too powerful and dangerous to be left as it is. It must be sealed."
"I have no idea how we would," Rias admitted.
"Leave that with us, sweetheart," Zeoticus grinned. "I'll have our servants readied to be sent to Hogwarts and inform Sirzechs of the development. You've done well."
Rias couldn't help but blush lightly at the praise.
"By the way, your elves want a word with you," Heinrich said. "They've created a third room in here for something that they were rather cagey about."
"Oh, I didn't even notice," Harry chuckled as he spotted a third door sitting next to the one leading to their training room.
The table on which finished books had been stacked before had been removed, being utterly inadequate to the greater speed at which they were being processed. With it gone, Harry hadn't even looked at the now empty bit of the entryway in weeks and hadn't noticed that Dobby and Kreacher had created a whole new room. The elves had been less than thrilled with their job being given to the Gremorys' servants, even if they were still able to help out, and he wondered what they'd gotten up to. Opening the door, he found what he could only describe as a giant pile of junk.
"What in the world is this?" Rias asked as she entered the room.
"Storage," Kreacher replied.
"Storage?" Harry asked.
"Elves use the Come and Go Room to store anything that gets lost," Dobby clarified.
"When Dobby approached them as you said to see what else they knew about the room, they asked why it had been locked for months," Kreacher explained. "Kreacher showed them the Chamber of Secrets, as you suggested be done if they asked, and they agreed to use it instead."
"They told you about all of this as well?" Harry asked.
"They did," Dobby replied. "Dobby wondered if Harry Potter, sir, might want some of it. If scary devil woman is locking the room, this will all be lost."
"All of these things are real," Rias murmured, smiling to herself, "not creations of the room. Some of the furniture looks nice."
"It might be worth sorting through later, and given that most of it looks like it's been lost for centuries, it's not like it will be missed," Harry mused. "Did anything here strike you two as interesting?"
"This," Kreacher replied, summoning an ornate-looking dagger to himself.
"This is goblin-made," Harry breathed as he took it. "It reminds me of the Sword of Gryffindor."
"Goblin made weapons absorb the power of anything they come in contact with and are nigh-indestructible," Rias grinned.
Harry nodded, having read more about them recently, and his eyes widened as an idea struck him. Reaching into his mokeskin pouch, he pulled out the small, heavily enchanted vial of basilisk venom he kept in it and carefully uncorked it. Placing the dagger down, he carefully poured a drop of the venom on it, watching as it was immediately absorbed.
"This is an incredibly dangerous weapon now," he said to himself, carefully picking it up to examine it. "The slightest cut could be fatal."
"What are you thinking?" Rias asked.
"We've been training Hermione and Luna, and they're making progress, but I would breathe easier knowing that they had something like this on them during the break," Harry replied. "Were there other daggers?"
"Dobby didn't see any," Dobby replied.
Harry tapped his fingers on the hilt at that, lost in thought.
"They'll be either in your godfather's home or the Underworld during the summer," Rias pointed out. "We will keep them safe."
"I don't like how quiet Voldemort's been since I killed Malfoy," Harry muttered, "or how hard it's been to track down many of his followers."
"They're laying low, but whatever they're plotting, we'll be ready for them," Rias whispered in his ear, wrapping her arms around him from behind and leaning her head on his shoulder. "Dobby, Kreacher, let Heinrich know about all of this, and he'll be able to bring it to my family's castle. We can sort through it then."
"You two did really well finding all of this," Harry complimented. "I wouldn't have even thought of it."
"We is honored to serve Harry Potter, sir," Dobby beamed as Kreacher just nodded respectfully.
"Your Lovegood and mu...ggleborn concubines are in the bedroom," the Black elf said and Harry snorted at how he'd worded it. He'd gotten Kreacher to stop saying mudblood, but that seemed to be as good as he was going to get.
"We should check on Luna and Hermione," Rias smiled, taking his hand, and Harry went with her.
The two of them made their way to the bedroom and were greeted by a sight they didn't expect.
"Oh fuck," Hermione shuddered, shaking in her bindings as her arms and legs were both roped to the headboard of the bed behind her head.
Harry felt his cock harden almost instantly at the sight of his oldest friend so fully exposed. Both she and Luna were fully naked, and the blonde was kneeling on the bed, cupping Hermione's plump arse with her hands and going to town on what he thought at first was her pussy.
"Oh, hello, you two," Luna said serenely, turning to look at them. "It turns out Hermione absolutely loves having her arsehole licked."
"Luna!" Hermione whined, her face going even redder than it had been, and both Harry and Rias snickered at her.
"Mmm, had I known about your kink, Mione, I'd have happily indulged you," Harry grinned, walking towards them.
Hermione just squeaked, turning crimson, and cried out when Luna started rimming her again. "Why does that feel so bloody good?!"
"You've cum from me buggering you before, so is it really so surprising?" Harry asked, sitting down next to her and ghosting a hand over one of her plush thighs. "Fuck me, you're so wet."
"You should eat her out, Harry," Luna smiled. "She had a really tough day, and I wanted to make her feel better, but after three orgasms, she begged me to give her a break, and I tried this instead. Are you ready for more, Hermione?"
"Please," Hermione whimpered, still sounding embarrassed.
Harry was about to ask about her tough day when he spotted the Resurrection Stone on a nearby table and understood at once.
"I hope it helped, luv," he said tenderly, kissing her forehead, and she just smiled at him.
"Torture is more Akeno's thing, Harry," Rias purred, sitting down on a nearby chair, having already undressed. "Give her what she so clearly wants. I can smell her sweet, ripe pussy from here."
"B...bloody degenerates, all of us," Hermione muttered, and Harry laughed before licking a straight trail up along her belly towards her throbbing clit.
As Luna started painting her puckered arsehole with the tip of her tongue again, Harry lapped up her overflowing arousal, making her scream in delight. The two of them worked in unison to drive the brunette mad with lust and pleasure, flooding her brain with it as she soared towards yet another peak. When she felt Harry suck on her clit, she nearly shrieked, and when he pressed his tongue against the throbbing nub, her whole body went taut, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
"Cum," he hissed and her whole world went white.
In the position she was bound in, Hermione looked like an actual geyser when she squirted, her fluids hitting Harry and Luna square in the face. She bucked and writhed in ecstasy, and Rias removed the ropes binding her so she wouldn't accidentally hurt herself as her orgasm thundered through her. The door behind them opened as Hermione was screaming at the top of her lungs, and Harry tensed before remembering that everyone else in the Room, had been forbidden to enter the bedroom. Rias looked at Fleur as she quickly closed the door behind her and smirked at the lust she saw in the Veela's eyes.
"My, my, what have we 'ere?" the blonde purred, grinning at the three of them as Hermione collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, gasping for breath.
"I discovered the joys of analingus," Luna replied. "It's actually rather fun and doesn't taste bad at all."
"How lovely," Fleur grinned, pulling the other blonde in for a deep, passionate kiss.
"So...good," Hermione panted, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
"And you're not even a devil yet," Rias grinned, licking the salty sweat from her belly before capturing one of her rosy, pebbled nipples gently with her teeth, making her gasp and shudder. "Every sensation will be enhanced when you become one of us. Even after all these months, we've still only just scratched the surface of the pleasures you can enjoy."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"A slight exaggeration, but otherwise yes," Rias replied through their mental link, grinning down at Hermione, who stared up at her in shock.
She let out a shuddering breath and closed her eyes, trying to imagine how anything could be more pleasurable than what she'd already experienced. It was difficult in moments like that to remember that there had ever been a time when she questioned whether or not she should join Harry in the debauchery he'd come to enjoy.
Removing Harry's clothes with a wave of her hand, Rias let her eyes rake over his gorgeous body, her pupils widening as she did so. He had changed so much in the several months that she'd known him, going from being an uncertain, self-doubting boy with a toned yet thin body to a confident, undeniably sexy man with mouth-watering muscles. She felt pride at having helped him as she had and bit her lower lip, imagining what it would be like if she had him tied up instead of Hermione. Just the thought of riding him slowly for hours and looking down into those gorgeous green eyes as they grew more and more desperate for her to make him cum was enough to make her…
"Oh no," she gasped as the collar of reddish-violet light appeared around her neck.
"Merde," Fleur swore, immediately going towards her as he saw her double over at the sudden wave of all-consuming lust that enveloped her.
"What happened?" Harry asked, rushing to Rias.
"Thought about tying you up...ugh…" she groaned, falling forward into his arms. "Fuck me, Harry. I need you so badly."
"I'll give you what you need, baby," Harry promised, brushing her hair with his fingers, "but only if you ask properly."
She hissed at that, and he helped her towards the bed. He had no idea at this point why Rias insisted on resisting so much still, knowing that submitting to him would end the punishment, but all he knew was that every time she triggered this, she refused to just submit until he'd exhausted her.
"Oo oo! I want to try something!" Luna exclaimed, grabbing her wand.
"What is it?" Fleur asked, watching Harry take Rias over his lap and palm her round arse.
"A spell I found in one of the books we're pretty sure isn't from around here," Luna replied, focusing. The spells she found in that book didn't come with incantations, which meant that she had to do them by feel, and that took far more concentration.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, sitting up.
"Just a sec," Luna replied, constructing the spell in her mind. "There."
"What did it ahh!" Fleur screamed as arousal beyond anything she expected hit her like a truck. She stumbled forward and fell into the bed next to Rias, who screamed as Harry brought his hand down on her arse.
"Fleur?" he asked.
"It's a sensation-linking spell," Luna smiled. "Now, Fleur won't have to wait for her punishment."
"What?" Harry asked, his eyes going wide as feathers started to form on the blonde's curvaceous form.
"Luna, what did you...ugh…" Fleur grunted, feeling like her entire body was on fire.
Her eyes locked onto Harry's cock, and she reached for it mindlessly, needing it more than anything, only for manacles to wrap around her limbs and pull her back. She shrieked in rage, struggling against her bindings, but it was for nothing, and as she realized that she would be denied, the harpy transformation finished.
"I figured that having to watch Rias suffer her punishment and then have her own meant that Fleur actually gets punished twice, which didn't seem that fair," Luna explained.
"She might not agree when she recovers," Hermione said.
"Then she can punish me!" Luna exclaimed happily, and the brunette just shook her head.
"Harry, damn it," Rias growled, "I need…"
"I know what you need, and you know what you need to do to get it," Harry replied. "You're getting ten counted spanks, Rias. How many that will end up being is up to you because I'm not counting any of them as 'one' until you say it."
This had been a suggestion Akeno made last time after he discovered that Rias could actually cum just from being spanked when she was in this state. He slapped her arse hard enough to make it jiggle, and both she and Fleur cried out. He looked up at the harpy in surprise as he realized that she had actually felt that and grimaced, but he knew that he'd have to both make Rias submit to him and punish Fleur to her liking afterward and figured that doing both at once might actually be better.
Again and again he rained spanks down on the crimson-haired beauty's pale arse, reddening her cheeks more and more with each one. She screamed and writhed, her overheated cunt clenching around nothing with each strike as she still refused to do as he'd commanded. Fleur struggled against her bindings, which grew so hot they began to glow as her struggles grew magically violent.
"Cawk!" the harpy screamed mindlessly, desperate to break free and impale herself on the gorgeous man in front of her. He smelled wild and powerful, his very aura tinged with sex in a way that was like hers and yet somehow stronger, and she needed him with a desperation so palpable it eclipsed the growing pain in her reddened asscheeks.
"Uh, Hermione, could you do something about that?" Harry asked, pointing to her chains and the brunette's eyes widened she realized what he meant.
She grabbed her wand and worked to cool the chains, combating Fleur's innate fire magic as she went. She knew that the Veela's own magic wouldn't hurt her, especially in the harpy state, but if she weakened the metal enough to break free, she could be an actual danger to them, mindless as she was. Fleur grew even more enraged as she felt the witch start to fight her and snarled at her impotently.
"Harry," Rias whined, and he grinned. Once she got past the growling and demanding phase, he knew that she was close to submitting, and if the sheer wetness trickling down onto his lap was any indication, that wasn't all she was close to.
"You know...what you need...to do," Harry grinned wickedly, spanking her each time he paused, switching from cheek to cheek. "You know what I want to hear from you."
He had to admit that, after the first time anyway, he'd come to really enjoy this. Months of dominating Akeno and Luna had made him realize that he actually really enjoyed that. Much like Rias, he wasn't one to submit, and once he made sure that she was willing to actually let him take her as he pleased when she triggered the contract's punishments, he began to revel in it a little. It hadn't changed how their sex life was otherwise, and Rias still much preferred joining him in dominating others to letting him dominate her, but he had begun to suspect that she enjoyed these episodes a little more than she let on.
He continued spanking her, making her plump, round cheeks glow red, and when she finally whimpered out a 'one,' he almost missed it.
"What was that?" he asked to make sure.
"One," Rias repeated, her whole body shaking with need.
"Good girl," Harry smiled.
"Ple...TWO!" Rias screamed, clawing at the bed as she felt like she was right on the edge of orgasm.
Harry looked up at Fleur as he continued Rias' punishment, watching the angry, unfathomably horny Veela continue to struggle. Hermione and Luna seemed to be holding her in check together, which he was glad for, and he hoped that Rias wouldn't extend her punishment much beyond her own. His first lover seemed to be a little less angry with the blonde than she had been, but their relationship was still tenser than he would have liked.
"Nine!" Rias screamed. "Oh, fuck, Harry, TEN."
"There, there, my good girl," Harry whispered soothingly, rubbing her sore cheeks before moving her off of his lap onto her back on the bed. "Now what do you call me?"
"MasTER!" Rias squealed as he slapped her pussy.
The spanking had kept her right on the edge of ecstasy, and the simultaneous rush of submitting to Harry and feeling the sharp, sudden pressure on her sensitive folds and clit made her vision go white as she came hard, squirting everywhere. She writhed and convulsed in pure ecstasy as it thundered through her entire body in soul-searing waves. The collar on her neck glowed brighter for a moment, turning a shade redder before disappearing entirely.
Fleur was in such an advanced harpy state that orgasms barely phased her, not breaking through the fog of lust in the slightest. All that there was in her entire mind was the aching emptiness in her boiling cunt and the large, hard cock she couldn't look away from. She rarely blinked; she was so focused, and when she saw the man shift his position, making his cock bob, she almost wept with want. There was a dewy drop of magic-rich fluid on the tip, and the sight of it made her salivate so much is leaked down along her neck.
"Fuck...her," Rias panted, stretching her arms over her head and looking up at Fleur sympathetically.
"You sure?" Harry asked as Fleur screeched at him.
"Yes," Rias replied. "Fucking hell, that was intense."
"It looked like fun," Luna smiled, settling down next to her. "Do you want me to rub cream on your poor red bum?"
"That sounds lovely," Rias replied, rolling onto her belly and resting her head on her hands as Harry stood up.
Fleur's eyes were entirely black as he looked into them, devoid of anything but the raw animal need that she was radiating. Her cunt was a furnace, so hot that he could feel her as he drew close, and he leaned in as he approached her, licking her from her dripping hole to her clit. She shrieked and struggled with renewed fury.
"Shh, I've got you," Harry soothed her, transfiguring her bindings until they were long enough for him to reposition her on her hands and knees. She rubbed herself against him, coating his thighs in her slick as she desperately tried to get him to fuck her.
"I can see why we've always gotten Akeno to do that," Hermione groaned, letting Fleur go the moment Harry nestled his cock between her dripping folds. "Holding her back is a lot of work."
"Yes, as much as I like the sentiment, I don't think linking us is FUCK!" Rias screamed as Harry buried every inch of his massive cock inside Fleur's pussy.
"Oh, do you want me to undo it?" Luna asked, reaching for her wand.
"Don't!" Rias cried.
"Oh, wow," Hermione breathed as her eyes were drawn between the redhead's legs, "you can actually see how wide he's stretching you."
"Hmm?" Luna asked, as she looked down. "Oh, so that's what a cervix looks like."
Harry grunted and held on for dear life as the overwhelming heat of Fleur's pussy threatened his self-control. He had pretty incredible stamina generally, but when Fleur was like this, practically in heat, there was something about her insides that he suspected was genuinely magical. Each of his lovers felt like they were milking him as he fucked them to one extent or another, but every time he moved inside Fleur at all when she was in this state, it felt like she was trying to will his seed out of his cock. He pounded her hard and fast, knowing she'd growl and snarl at him if he did anything else, and he reached under her, cupping her feather-covered breasts and kneading them.
"More, more, more!" Rias screamed, rolling onto her back and bucking against nothing as the phantom sensations of being fucked by him drove her wild.
Harry watched her shaking, writhing form as he pounded Fleur and let himself go with a roar, filling Fleur to the brim with his thick, white cum. The harpy let out a triumphant, avian shriek, flooding the bed under them as she came hard, and Rias's screams reached him a moment later. He continued to fuck Fleur through her orgasm, watching her feathers recede, and when she finally slumped forward, a sweaty, panting, exhausted wreck, he went with her, catching himself on his forearms.
"The next time Harry fucks Fleur, I'll need to suck on your clit at the time," Luna grinned. "Imagine how amazing that would feel."
"Another time...maybe," Rias panted, lifting a finger and destroying the spell linking her to the Veela, whose sniffles reached her ears.
"Hey, I've got you," Harry whispered, rolling Fleur onto her side and holding her tightly as she cried, having been completely overwhelmed by the intensity of that.
Rias flew over to the beautiful blonde, feeling like that would be easier than trying to crawl with her completely numb legs, and wrapped an arm around her.
"So do I," she murmured, and Fleur buried her face in the crook of her neck, shivering in their shared embrace.
Rias ran her fingers through the other girl's silver-gold hair, grinning in satisfaction. While the way she responded to the kind of soul-searing pleasure that triggering a punishment from the contract brought her left her with mixed feelings, she couldn't say the same of how Fleur responded to hers. The blonde had been genuinely contrite from the start, after finally coming to accept that Rias really did love Harry completely; each punishment she endured in response to Rias' left her in a state of total docility. Instances like this, where she held her physically and emotionally exhausted form tight, were great bonding moments.
"Sorry again," Fleur whimpered and Rias hushed her.
"Shh, just cuddle," the redhead whispered. "I'm as tired as you."
Fleur giggled at that and gasped as Harry pulled his still-hard cock from her gaping quim. Luna, who had been watching the entire exchange with a wide smile, immediately dove towards him, wrapping her lips around his slick cock and taking him deep.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, resting a hand on the blonde's head. As Hermione sat next to him, he wrapped an arm around her and asked, "Are we still a bunch of bloody degenerates?"
"Without question," Hermione replied, "but we're degenerates who love each other."
"That's the best kind," Luna commented, letting his cock slip from her lips just long enough to speak before taking him back inside her hot little mouth.
Harry chuckled at that and pulled Hermione in for a searing, hot kiss, moaning into her mouth as Luna deepthroated him. The third task was tomorrow, and no matter the outcome, the tournament would be over. It had been one hell of a year, and its fast-approaching end filled him with a sense of foreboding, as he knew there was a chance that Voldemort might decide to make his next move in line with the task. It would suit what a damn drama queen he could be. Whatever his enemy did, though, he swore that he'd be ready. The next time they met, he was going to put the evil bastard down for good. For now, though, he could enjoy the pleasures of the life he'd built for himself and worry about tomorrow when it came.
"Just one more line," Draco muttered to himself, willing his hand to be still as he brought his carving knife down diagonally across the final rune he had to redraw.
His two years of rune studies had not properly prepared him for this, and he had needed to redo things a few times in various spots as he worked to repair the vanishing cabinet. It turned out that, whatever had been done to it, it had been damaged in multiple critical areas, but none of the damage appeared to be beyond repair. He had written back and forth with Borgin several times over the past weeks and had gotten his mother to send him an enchanted camera so that he could include pictures as well. The man was a fount of knowledge on matters like this and had helped immensely, as he'd been ordered to by their lord.
"Professor Snape speaks of my studies like they even matter," he scoffed as he carefully finished the final cut.
He knew that he'd let himself slip, but it didn't matter; nothing mattered other than fulfilling the Dark Lord's mission. With his wand in hand, he forced his magic to fill the carved runes, empowering them slowly, and gritted his teeth as he felt his exhaustion worsen. He hadn't lied to his head of house about how poorly he'd slept lately, but that wasn't the only reason why he was tired. Enchanting runes took effort, and a project of this size would normally have involved multiple enchanters working together. He had no one he could both trust and expect to be of any real help here, though, and so was forced to do it alone.
"There," Draco muttered as he finished.
He'd done everything that Borgin had told him to, and so it should have been finished. Opening the cabinet, he tossed an apple inside and held his breath. A moment later, it returned with a single word carved inside.
Come
"Yes!" Draco cheered, feeling his eyes fill with tears at the thought that he'd actually succeeded.
Blinking rapidly, he forcibly schooled his features and stepped inside, finding himself transported to his own manor.
"What?" he asked. "I thought the Dark Lord said the other cabinet would be brought to a safe house somewhere."
"Our lord is free to change his mind, Nephew," Bellatrix replied, and Draco went still.
Looking over, he saw that the past couple months had done his aunt good. She didn't look well, per se, but she looked recovered. The largest snake that Draco had ever seen slithered around her, and he froze as its slitted eyes focused on him.
"Bella," his mother said warningly, and Bellatrix just clicked her tongue.
"Relax, Cissy," Bellatrix giggled. "I wouldn't dream of hurting your little dragon, not after he did so well. You cut it close, Draco, very close, but you did as our lord demanded in time, and for that, he will be most pleased."
"I need to tell him," Draco insisted. "I would have written but…"
"You were told not to," Bellatrix scowled, "and besides, our lord already knows."
The snake hissed and rose up to look at him more plainly, making him tense again.
"What comes next?" Draco asked, forcing himself to look back at his aunt. "When do we strike at Potter?"
"What comes next is that you return to Hogwarts," Bellatrix replied. "I'll be coming with you for a moment."
"What?" Draco asked. "How could you…"
She cast a disillusionment charm on herself, and Draco went silent as his mother hugged him.
"Be safe," she whispered. "Whatever comes, you make sure that you're alright."
Draco just nodded and felt an invisible hand grab him by his arm and pull him towards the cabinet.
"I'll see you again soon," Draco said as Bellatrix continued to tug him forward, and soon enough, he was back in his room.
"What are…" Draco went to ask only for an unspoken silencing charm to rob him of his voice.
"Hominem Revelio," Bellatrix whispered, working to keep the spell as unnoticeable as possible.
When she felt the presence of something standing outside his door, she tensed and reached out with her magic, trying to get a better sense of who was out there. Their magic was familiar, and when she realized just who it was, it took every ounce of self-control she had to keep from cackling. She reached into her robes and pulled out a letter that she handed to Draco. The moment it left her hand, its distinctive red envelope came into view, and his eyes widened as he realized what she wanted of him. Opening the howler, he let it float up and begin delivering its message.
"Draco, well done. The information you've given me will prove most useful," Voldemort's voice hissed. "Keep your head down for the time being. Tomorrow I will be striking Nurmengard, seeking what I need to neutralize Dumbledore once and for all. Once that is done, I will descend upon Harry Potter, and you will have the vengeance I've promised you. Await further instructions."
The howler tore itself apart loudly then, and Draco stood, frozen in place as he contemplated the message in silence. Bellatrix revealed herself and held a finger to her lips, waiting for the person she'd detected to scurry off. Once he was out of earshot, she undid her silencing charm.
"What the hell?" Draco hissed. "Nurmengar…"
"It is not your place to question our lord or his plans," Bellatrix warned him. "Know that he will keep his promises and sooner than you might think, but that message needed to get to its intended target. We were fortunate that he was spying on you. I expected to need to search for him."
"Intended target?" Draco asked, bewildered. "What's going on?"
"Our lord will soon rule this island with an iron fist!" Bellatrix exclaimed, her voice alight with fervor and devotion. "But two obstacles stand in his way, and soon, he'll be able to tear apart both of them. That's all you need to know for now. Do as he commanded, await his next orders, and you will be well rewarded."
"I will," Draco promised, reassured that whatever else was going on, his lord would deal with Potter soon.
While Bellatrix left, Karkaroff rushed through the dungeons, practically giddy at what he'd heard.
"The Dark Lord is attacking Grindelwald's stronghold?" he thought to himself. "I don't know what he could hope to accomplish there, but I do know that this is exactly the kind of thing that Dumbledore would be willing to bargain over."
"How in the world could this lunatic put up with this stench all the time?" Kiba asked as he and Koneko carefully explored the sewers under Kuoh.
"You think you have it bad? Try being down here with my sense of smell," Koneko replied flatly, and Kiba winced, having forgotten just what the white-haired girl next to him was.
"And you can still pick up the scent we're following over all of this?" he asked, genuinely impressed.
"I can, though I'm debating whether or not to say fortunately," Koneko replied, making him snort. She went still just then and held up a hand, hissing, "Shh!"
Kiba stilled immediately, his hand flying to his hip instinctively as he waited to see if he'd need to conjure a sword. Koneko signaled for him to turn the next corner and went with him as he did. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but his companion continued to sniff around the area intensely, coming to a section of one of the walls that, as Kiba drew closer, he realized that there was something wrong with. Conjuring a blade, he poked the wall with it, only for it to go right through.
Koneko signaled for him to back her up as she stepped through the illusion, and he followed closely, only to come to a halt immediately.
"Fuck," the nekomata grunted as she looked around the lair they'd stumbled across.
The thing they were hunting had carved out a lair in the sewer and cast a powerful illusion over the hole to hide what they'd done. The cave they found, a round, purely functional thing, was littered with the rotting corpses of small animals, each of them having been sacrificed in the same manner as the ones they'd found in the forest.
"I recognize these sigils," Kiba commented, looking at the symbols written in blood across the floor.
"I think we're dealing with a stray," Koneko nodded. "They've drawn the sigils for half the pillars down here. Come."
She grabbed him, and a ritual circle appeared around them as she prepared to teleport them out. A moment later, they were back inside the clubroom for the Occult Research Club, and when they heard the shower running, Kiba sat down, figuring that Akeno might be a while.
"Akeno!" Koneko called out, being less patient. "We found the prick."
"Really?" Akeno asked, turning off the faucets. A moment later, the freshly dried and dressed devil emerged from the bathroom.
"Yes, it turns out that whatever we're dealing with carved out a small cave in the sewers and hid it with magic," Kiba replied. "I don't know how we might have found them without Koneko's nose."
"He or she wasn't home, so we poked our heads inside and...trust me, it's them," Koneko replied. "We also really think we're dealing with a stray devil."
"Rias made some inquiries about any potential strays who would fit this profile and hasn't gotten anything back," Akeno explained. "That either means that we aren't dealing with a stray or that one of the clans turned someone they really shouldn't have and don't want to be connected to them."
"Either way, I imagine we're going to want to proceed with caution," Kiba said.
"We'll be waiting for Rias at any rate," Akeno replied. "She's going to be very happy with you two for this."
"This monster needs to be put down," Koneko said flatly.
"Yeah, we didn't exactly need to be ordered on this one," Kiba added, recalling what they'd seen down in the sewers.
Akeno just grinned and began to consider how they were going to handle this particular fight.