Nymphadora Tonks: I end up married to Harry and Fleur because Gabby messed with Gnny's plan? I'm not sure who I should kill. Gabby, Ginny or You!

Scott the Wanderer: And why would you want to kill me. You wind up married to a guy who will die when you're just reaching middle age. Not to mention He's a freaking coward when it comes to important things.

Tonks: Why would you call him a coward?

Scott: Easy. When you were chasing him he could have either have accepted what you offered, or he could have taken a hard line and said he wasn't interested. No, he takes the coward's route of listing excuses.

Tonks: Huh, now that you mention it I never understood that either.

Scott: And where was he the ten years Harry needed him? He was Lily's friend as well. He would have known about Petunia. Some time in a library looking through old newspapers would have let him find the Dursleys.

Tonks: Oh, well he was…

Scott: Sirius has an excuse of being in prison. Not to mention Sirius, even as addled as he was recognized Pettigrew in the Daily Prophet and broke out of Azkaban to save Harry. Remus had to have seen him too as he reads the Prophet.

Tonks: That is rather odd. Remus normally picks up all those details. Damn…

Scott: Just something to think about. If Remus hasn't caved yet I say grab Fleur and tag team seduce Harry.

Tonks: I think I will go do just that. I might drag Hestia along, she has had the worst luck with men. Before I go. Scott the Wanderer does not own Harry Potter or anything you see here.


Author Note: This is my first serious attempt at writing a lemon. Gods above help me. Lemon will be in Bold so you can skip it.


"I hope he'll be alright." Hermione sighed as she saw Harry Apparate away with his two wives. She was still trying to wrap her mind around that, no matter the fact that she sold the idea to Ron. Her Best Friend was now married twice over.

It wasn't the polygamy that she minded. Her parents had a very close relationship with 'Aunt Jessica' and 'Uncle Tom', so Hermione was not at all bothered with a multiple marriage. Hell, if it wasn't for Lavender's or her own sudden jealous streak, Ron would have himself two girlfriends. As far as she was concerned Harry could marry almost every girl in Hogwarts and it wouldn't bother her. Well, it would if he married Marietta Edgecombe, but only because the girl wasn't smart enough to just tell someone why she snitched. Oh, she knew, but that acne mark would not come off until the older Ravenclaw admitted it aloud to a DA member in good standing.

No, Hermione was worried because Harry wasn't married for love. She had no doubt that Harry loved Fleur and Tonks, just not romantically. She also held little doubt that Fleur and Tonks loved Harry, exactly the same way. The problem was Fleur and Tonks were still in love with Bill and Remus, respectfully. She might wonder at why, but she knew they did. Hermione knew it would not take long for Harry to fall head over heels for his wives. The problem was, she just didn't see Tonks and Fleur doing the same any time soon.

"Oh, I am sure they will be fine." Molly Weasley had come up behind Hermione while the latter had been deep in thought. "The rituals will keep them from making too big a hash of it, unless they fight it."

"You mean the rituals will help them fall in love?" Hermione could not hide the hope in her voice.

"No, that they won't do." Molly shook her head. "There is no magic that truly affects love, not even Amortentia. All that does is create an infatuation and an obsession. No, the Rituals will help them smooth the rough edges a bit. It encourages the couple to work past all this little things that new couples find annoying about each other. In this type of case it also redirects the sexual desires as well. Early Magicals thought a good sex life helped make a good marriage, so the rituals will help the three of them with that."

"So in essence despite being in love with Bill and Remus, they will find Harry to be more desirable?" Hermione restated what she understood. "And Harry, will focus on them sexually?"

"Exactly." Molly responded. "Do remember these rituals evolved in a time when marriages were arranged as a matter of course. They are still used today in most weddings today because it helps make a closer couple. I will admit in my Hogwarts days I was the school broom." Seeing Hermione's shocked face Molly chuckled. "It was not looked down upon at all back then. But when I met Arthur, I knew he was the one. I never regretted the Ritual and believe me neither has Arthur. We became perfect partners in bed and as well as out of it."

Hermione was not sure what allowed her to get through that conversation without blushing, though smart money was on the Fire Whiskey.


Fleur was pinned against the wall of the honeymoon suite moaning in ecstasy as she ran her fingers through her husband's hair. She wasn't sure if it had been the three months of complete abstinence or her husband's skilled tongue and fingers, but she was already on the clouds just minutes after arriving. It hadn't even taken a minute after they had arrived for Harry to have her dress off of her and start foreplay. At this particular moment he was suckling on her breast while exploring her dripping fanny with his delightfully long and thick fingers. Since she had spent the last few months unable to find any release, Fleur was not at all surprised that her whole body rocked with pleasure the moment Harry's thumb bore down on her clit.

"MON DIEU!" The exclamation of pleasure slipped past her lips as her entire body shook with climax. While her knees wanted to buckle and drop her to the floor, Harry had kept her upright. Gathering what little strength she could to her quivering arms she made a futile attempt to push Harry towards the bed. "I need you now, 'Arry."

"Patience is a virtue, Fleur." Harry whispered after he released the nipple he had been teasing. "I want to taste this pussy of yours." He whispered as he started kissing his way down her body. "Then, I will be fucking you up against this wall, just like a man should."

Fleur's eyes widened as she processed Harry's words and her core gushed. She was no stranger to men in her bed and had a few lovers between Roger and Bill. None of them had ever refused her demands, let alone make even a token attempt to dominate her. Bill had been the only one who managed to do more than just lay there and let her ride him and even that was just missionary. Fleur couldn't blame them as her Allure made it impossible for them to concentrate on anything more than just getting inside of her.

"I can see you like that idea." Harry whispered as he drew his hand away from her fanny, revealing that it was coated with her juices. Smiling he sucked his fingers clean, finding the taste was not what he expected. With a groan of desire he abandoned the thought of teasing his way down her body and just buried his face between her legs. In moments his tongue was exploring her folds even as he wondered why Fleur would taste exactly like treacle tart.

"Oui." Fleur whispered softly despite herself. Her mind was too occupied with the pleasure the younger man was giving her. Any doubt that Harry had cashed in his v-card was driven from her mind as his tongue started driving her back over the edge. He was far too skilled at eating a woman out to even think that this was his first time. "Oh Fuck, right there…Mon Dieu…Mon Dieu…"

Harry smirked a little to himself as he heard Fleur moaning 'My God' over and over again. It was an ego boost to have a Veela writhing in pleasure from the ministrations of his tongue. He really needed to thank Lavendar for all the tips. He was just finished tracing the alphabet when he went for his finishing move. Imagining a snake in his mind he began reciting the Magna Carta in parseltongue.

"Oooh, Harry that is so magnifique…right there…ri…MON DIEU! 'ARRY!" Fleur had not even thought the sensations now running through her were possible. All she knew was that she had been right at the very edge of what promised to be a wonderful climax, then it was like she was struck by lightning. Her eyes rolled back up into her head as he came harder than she ever remembered in the past. To her dismay she felt herself let go completely, not realizing that the liquid she sprayed out wasn't from her bladder. Not that she could do anything at the moment, her entire body was locked up in pure pleasure and her world went white.


"They could at least put up a few silencing charms." Nymphadora Potter muttered under her breath as she made herself a hot fudge sundae. She didn't believe for a moment that Harry would be able to satisfy Fleur and then have anything left over. So she was partaking in a guilty pleasure of ridiculous amounts of chocolate. "Or let me watch. Ah well, let's see what is on the telly."

Sitting down in the rather opulent lounge of the suite, Tonks quickly found the remote. Turning on the television she was greeted to a site she had not anticipated. On the screen was the Master Bedroom of the very suite she and her spouses were in. She would have quickly changed the channel, but she was mesmerized by what she saw.


Fleur Delacour blinked away the haze that had been clouding her mind for the last few minutes. For a moment she thought herself waking from a weird dream. That thought was quickly banished from her mind as she felt the tongue gently lapping her folds. In a flash her memories came back to her and she was mortified.

"Oh, Harry, I beg pardon…I did not mean to..." Fleur started to apologize for what she thought she had done.

"Relax, my darling wife, you just squirted is all." He smiled up at her before taking a rather exaggerated lick from nearly her arse to her clit. "You taste wonderful. I may just have to do this instead have desert from now on."

"I think that can be arranged." Fleur giggled, relieved that she had not accidently relieved herself on Harry. "First, I think you must keep your promise."

"I can do that." Harry grinned as he began kissing his way up her body, his hands caressing every curve and hollow. He stopped at her neck, unwilling to actually kiss her lips at the moment. Instead he suckled on her pulse point as he teased the head of his cock along her dripping quim.

"Mon Dieu, and still you tease me." Fleur groaned mostly in pleasure, but a little in frustration. "I need you in me, 'Arry. Take MEEEEEEE!" Fleur squealed in surprised, pleasure and a small bit of pain as Harry thrust deep inside of her dripping core. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and her legs around his hips. "Mon Dieu, you are enorme."

"You're just really tight." Harry grunted in her ear as he slowly pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting in, pushing until he was buried to the hilt. "So damn tight."

Fleur wasn't able to form words. Her mouth was open in almost a perfect 'O'. She was not a stranger to larger than average cocks, Bill was quite impressive with his eight incher. When Harry buried himself inside of her, he was touching areas not even the largest of her toys had reached. Every stroke in and out stretched her almost to the point of pain, but also so felt so amazing she wouldn't have cared if he had been ripping her open.

Grabbing her husband's head, she pulled him back from where he was nibbling on her neck. Not that she actually wanted him to ever stop doing that, but she felt the primal need to look her new lover in the eye. She half dreaded seeing the glazed look that every man she had ever been with had, but she needed to see Harry's eyes. The brilliant emerald green that she had never truly noticed before was untainted by the effects of the Allure. Realization struck her that she might have found the Veela Holy Grail by complete accident.

Harry had not wanted to look his wives' in the eyes. He didn't want to get romantically attached so quickly. He knew they couldn't love him as surely as he knew he was a Horcrux. He also knew he would fall for them like he had for Katie and be hurt for the same reasons. Seeing the pleasure and wonder in Fleur's brilliant sapphire eyes might have already started that.

"How are you not affected?" Fleur moaned in between thrusts and moans of pleasure. "Mon Dieu, 'Arry…harder…fuck your wife harder…"

Harry puzzled by her first question took a moment for her request to sink in, but like the attentive lover he had always been he sawed in and out of her faster. His thrusts pushed her up the wall a bit and her breasts to bounced against his chest. "Like that?"

"Mon Dieu, yes Harry. Just like that!" Fleur screamed in pleasure as the sensations ripped through her. "Fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Ruin me! FUCK!"

Harry felt Fleur's pussy tighten and then spasm as her whole body shook with pleasure. If it hadn't been for his experience, and the fact that he had visited the Patils the night before the wedding, Harry was sure he would have shot off right then. Instead, he used the distraction of her orgasm to lift Fleur and carry her to the bed. Her body still spasming in pleasure he laid her down on the mattress. Grabbing her hips he continued the hard rhythm that Fleur had demanded.

Fleur arched her back as her husband's cock continued to saw in an out of her. This was a new experience for her, a lover who had not climaxed as she did and then passed out. It happened even with the women she had taken to her bed. Her desire to know how he could do this was waging a losing battle with the sensations of being truly stretched out. Attempting to sit up a bit she pulled Harry head down, forcing him to share a soul searing kiss.


"Bloody Hell!" Nymphadora had demolished her sundae in record time and was now watching her new husband sexually destroy her sister wife. Of course she was doing so naked as the day she was born, pinching one nipple even as she fingered her cunny. She would definitely have to remember to take a copy of the video, though she did wonder why Remus would book this place as their Honeymoon destination.


"Oh, that is the spot, Harry keep fucking me right there…right there!" Fleur screamed as the giant cock inside of her was driving her over the edge again. "Oh please. Oh please. Oh please…"

"Right there?" He punctuated that question by angling himself to hit the same spot that had gotten such a reaction. Harry couldn't help the little swell of pride in him as he reduce Fleur to a pleasure wracked mass begging him for more. Like any straight male at Hogwarts he had dreams of this woman, most of them involving the very carnal acts they were sharing. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Mon Deiu!" Fleur was on the cloud again and a primal need woke in her. Moving her hips to meet each of Harry's thrust she wrapped her legs around him. "Cum with me, 'Arry. Make me yours. Breed me! I want to be swollen with your child!"

That was too much for Harry. Thrusting deep inside of her one last time, he let loose a primal yell of pleasure and release as the climax he had been holding erupted. His body racked with pleasure he fell forward, barely keeping from hurting Fleur by catching himself on shaky arms. "Oh God…"

"MON DIEU, 'ARRY!" Fleur had been just on the edge, but the image painted by her own words plus the feeling of Harry's hot seed splashing in her womb set her off like nothing else had before. Her nails dug into Harry's back, drawing blood as she was taken by the most intense orgasm of her life.


"FUCK!" Nymphadora cursed aloud as her pussy spasmed around her fingers. Even as the waves of pleasure washed over her, she knew she was not going to be satisfied until she had Harry herself. Still, she had the self preservation instinct to not attempt to get between a veela in full rut and their bed partner. She just had to wait and hope the potions outlasted Fleur's libido.


Bill Weasley was examining the Wedding Torc that had presumably been made into a Portkey. While his specialty was removing curses, charms, and jinxes used to enchant items and cause harm, he had been studying how to recognize magical signatures. The one he found on the Torc was unknown to him, making him think that it had to be a ministry portkey. That meant there might be records of who procured it.

"Any luck determining who sent us away?" Remus Lupin sat across from Bill at the Weasley family table. They had just returned to the Burrow an hour previous with their lovely brides in tow. "I'm positive it was not Harry and the Twin claim ignorance. I would doubt that, but they seemed horrified at the idea of upsetting Fleur, Tonks and Harry in one go."

"I would be as well." William shuddered at the thought. He had seen Fleur transform once when a Goblin had been especially rude to her. Director Ragnok had given her a slight raise for making the abusive goblin soil himself. He also knew roughly how powerful Harry was, and understood that you could prank him all day, but hurt someone he cared for and you might as well take Voldemort alone, you'd last longer. "It's a ministry Portkey, that I am sure of. Which means someone had to have slipped them out of Ginny's protective hands to get them enchanted."

"You don't believe…"

"No, for a while she was after that Dean Thomas bloke, but she seemed to return to her crush on Harry." Bill shrugged. "Getting rid of us would just have made sure she can't get Harry."

"So we're stuck with trying to track down the records in the ministry."

"Exactly, not something that will be fun. Miriam insists we do it however, she wants to thank them before helping me hex the blighter." Bill chuckled softly.

"Tahani feels similarly. I think that is the wolf in them." Remus nodded along. "They are thrilled to finally be married, but upset that we had to abandon the women we love just to live. Not to mention what is happening to Fleur, Nymphadora, and Harry."

"Yeah, don't know whether to be jealous of him or to feel sorry for him. Fleur can be a real handful and I have no doubt Tonks can be even worse." Bill chuckled ruefully. "He has to deal with them both and his own pretty short temper. Even with the rituals I foresee a lot of silly arguments that devolve into spellfire."


Harry groaned under the spray of water from the multiple shower heads. He was still almost painfully hard despite Fleur putting her best efforts into working him through the potions. He supposed if she hadn't been on such a long sexual fast she might have been able to pull it off, but as it was she had a hair trigger. Veela or not, orgasms took a lot out of a woman. Hell, they took a lot out of a man as well, but he had the Phoenix Tears and Stamina potions helping him out there. After three hours, Fleur had begged off anymore thanks to soreness and exhaustion, Harry had cleaned her up magically and set her to bed. Now he was in the shower with at least another couple of hours left in his system. He was contemplating finding Nymphadora, after all the potions were going to keep him going for another couple hours, minimum.

Harry had been lost in thought as he let the water run through his hair and had not heard the shower door open then close. The first hint that he was not alone in the massive shower stall was when a pair of hands gripped his hips. Eyes flying open he was treated to the sight of his second wife squatting down in front of him. With a teasing wink, she kissed the tip of his aching cock.

"My, you are a big boy. I thought it was just the angle of the camera." Nymphadora smiled up at Harry after taking stock of her husband's good up close. Releasing his hip she gently wrapped one hand around the shaft and began stroking. "And you certainly do know how to use it. So, was it Hermione?"

"Uh…no. Katie Bell, after the first game of third year." Harry smiled a bit at the memory even as he let out a moan of pleasure. "Wait…Camera?"

"Oh yes, not sure why Moony booked this particular suite, but there are automated cameras in the bedroom and in here. You and Fleur could probably sell that tape and make a mint. Best porno I have ever seen. Especially when Fleur half transformed during the doggy-style." Tonks waggled her eyebrows. "I had forgotten you were on the Quidditch team. Though I thought the Talk was at end of third year not the beginning."

"The Dementors were really kicking my arse. Oliver gave me the Talk then threw me in the shower stall with Katie." Harry tried not to blush as he thought of being watched ravishing Fleur. He had never quite had an audience before. He didn't count threesomes as having an audience. "So, I am guessing you are as wound up as I am."

"Before I stepped in here, I would have said more than. I planned on getting some relief on that tongue of yours." Nymphadora said as she gave his rick a squeeze, secretly delighted at how so hard he was. "But feeling Big Harry here, I think a good hard fucking is in order. Well…after I get a taste of you."

Without giving Harry a moment to respond Nymphadora took the head of his cock in her mouth and teased the tip. Hearing the groan of pleasure, Tonks began pulling him deeper. Using a bit of her skills she made it possible to breath even as she pushed the head past her tonsils and into her throat. Her tongue elongated and wrapped around the shaft a few times, letting her tease him as he was shoved down her throat. Harry was a lot bigger than Remus had been and she was enjoying the challenge of swallowing him all the way to the root. Something she was sure that perhaps only Fleur would be able to compete with.

"Oh GOD!" Harry moaned as he felt Tonks' throat massaging his throbbing cock. A few girls had insisted on trying to deepthroat him, but none had taken him this deep. Not to mention the tongue that was literally wrapped around and stroking him. Placing his hands against the walls of the shower he struggled to stay standing as his second wife began fucking his cock with her throat.

Nymphadora watched Harry's reaction as she began to move back and forth on his prick. She was more than a bit surprised he didn't grab her head and start face-fucking her. It earned her husband more than a few points in her book as she hated that. When she gave a blowjob, she liked to be in control. For that very reason she hardly ever gave them, as even Remus would try to control the pacing.

"Oh fuck…that feels too damn good…" Harry groaned as Tonks' started humming a tuneless melody. The vibration traveling up his manhood and settling in balls. Normally he could last a while when girls offered oral, but not this time. "I'm gonna…TONKS!"

Nymphadora needed little warning as she felt Harry's cock pulse and swell. She knew the signs better than most, backing off to keep just the head in her mouth she began stroking his cock with both hands. While she wasn't surprised how close he was, she wasn't quite ready for the flood of cum that shot out of him. The first actually hit the back of her throat pretty hard. It was only the fact that she had rerouted how she breathed that kept her from choking. Spurt after spurt of thick cream flooded her mouth and Nymphadora was forced to swallow rather than hold it all to show off like she normally did. When it finally tapered off to just a few dribbles, she took the time to analyze the taste in her mouth. She would have to ask what kind of potion made semen taste like toffees. Giving Harry one last good suck as she returned her breathing to normal, Nymphadora pulled off his cock with a loud pop.

"Damn, Stud, you cum a gallon." She winked as she looked up at Harry's face. "And taste amazing. Whatever potion you're on for that will make us rich." Still smiling she stood up, collecting a bit of the shower water in her mouth and gargling a bit after wandlessly using a mouthwash charm. Wrapping her arms around Harry's neck she pulled him in for a passionate kiss once her breath was back to her usual bubblegum. "Now, my darling husband seeing as how the potions still have as hard as NEWT Arithmancy, can I get a little of what you gave your other wife?"

"Hmm, well I think that would be fair." Harry whispered in her ear before nipping the earlobe. "First, though I want your hair the usual spiky pink you love so much. Then I want those pert breasts of your enlarged to what you kept them before Auror training."

Nymphadora smiled to herself as she heard the hint of command in Harry's voice. Too many of her boyfriends tried the 'show me your true form' ploy, Remus hadn't but he also never made demands of her. It was something she planned on working on with him. She loved getting requests to change her body in order to please her lovers. She enjoyed it as honestly she loved her powers. Making the changes as requested, she groaned as he now much larger breasts pressed against Harry's hard chest.

"That's a good girl." Harry whispered before kissing down her neck. He wasn't sure why, but he just seemed to instinctively know Tonks would like taking new forms for sex. He didn't take time to analyze it much, he was too busy kneading her breasts, teasing the hard nipples as he did so. "So my Nymph, want to be taken against the glass this time?"

"Only you and Fleur get to call me that." Nymphadora growled as what Harry just called her sunk in. Despite not liking her given name, hearing Harry call her that in such a possessive manner made her core drip. "And only when we are alone."

"And what if I call you that in public, my Nymph?" Harry growled low in his throat as he spun the Auror around and pressed her up against the glass. His cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing on her bare pussy.

"Oh god…You wouldn't dare." Nymph shot back a venomous look, but the quaver in her voice and the trembling in her body told a different story. Outside of blowjobs, she was slightly submissive when it came to sex, a reason she pursued Remus as he let out the wolf a little in bed.

"Oh, I think I would." Harry captured both her arms and brought them behind her back, holding them in place with one hand as he pulled her hips out a little. His cockhead was now pressing on her entrance. "You're not Tonks anymore now that we're married."

"Gods…don't tease me…shove that monster inside of me and fuck me hard…" Nymphadora moaned as Harry was driving her nearly insane with need. She had been keyed up since the Vows and watching him fuck Fleur senseless had not helped. "Please!"

"Not yet, we need to resolve something." Harry was not sure how he was holding himself back. His cock was aching as were his balls thanks to the damned potions. He needed relief. "What if I call you Nymph in public?"

"Oh Gods…I might just jump you…Hearing you say it makes me wet...Now please just fuck me!" She moaned out as he breast pressed up against the glass. "It's been three months and I need it, HaRRRRYYYY!" Nymphadora squealed out the last syllable of her husband's name as Harry slammed himself fully inside of her in one hard thrust. "Gods, your huge…feels like you're splitting me in two."

"You're just really, really tight." Harry gritted his teeth a bit trying to hold back to urge to just start thrusting. Like his other wife, Nymphadora fit him like a perfectly all the way to the hilt. The feeling was incredible as he hot silken walls squeezed him from tip to root. "Really tight."

"Benefit of being a Metamorphmagus, tight as a virgin every time." Nymphadora huffed as she felt her pussy stretch around the enormous prick buried inside of her. He was by far the biggest she had ever taken and that included a quarter giant she had met during Auror training. "But you're stretching me out. Even if we weren't married I doubt I would ever find cock that compared to yours. Bloody hell, you're hung like an elephant. Fuck you feel good buried in me…"

"Trust me, it feels just as good to be buried inside of you." Harry moaned as he started pulling his cock out, leaving just the tip inside. Hearing Nymphadora's whimper of need at being nearly empty he thrust back in hard. He didn't try to go slowly, something in him told him to go hard and fast and he decided to listen. "This better?"

"OH GODS YES! FUCK ME HARD!" Nymphadora screamed mostly in pleasure, but a little bit in pain. Feeling that steel hard cock slamming into her cervix was better than she imagined. Already she felt her first climax building inside of her. When Harry released her hands so he could reach around and rub her clit, it was too much. "FUUUUCCCK!"

Harry nearly came as he felt Nymphadora's pussy clamp down around his cock. Ruthlessly suppressing the urge he spanked her ass eliciting another cry of pleasure from the older witch. He never would have guessed her to be a fan of slightly rough sex, but he wasn't going to complain. He'd been tutored by a certain Ice Princess on how some girls liked to be treated. He watched with some amusement as the bubblegum pink hair on Nymphadora's head lengthened a little bit. Taking the hint he grabbed a handful and pulled just enough to hold her head back as he fucked her.

"Bet you never expected little Harry Potter to be fucking you like this, did you little Nymph?" Harry punctuated his question by smacking her ass just hard enough to sting.

"Oh Gods…so good…so fucking good…I never thought…Oh Gods…so deep." Nymphadora moaned as she was racked by another orgasm. It seemed she had a more sensitive hair trigger than Fleur did. Of course it might have had something to do with almost every one of her buttons being pushed. Part of her mind was beginning to think she traded up in the spouse department. "Don't ever stop fucking me."

"Wasn't planning on it, little Nymph." Harry groaned as her perfect ass slapped against him with each stroke. Unfortunately the Hot Water heater had different plans for them Ice cold water prayed on Harry's ass for a moment causing him to trust a little harder than normal. His cock head pushed past Nymphadora's cervix causing the Auror to scream out in both pain and pleasure. The sensation caused Harry to almost literally explode inside of his wife's womb as it triggered his orgasm despite his efforts to hold back. "NYMPH!"

"HAAARRRRYYY!" The pain had been almost excruciating for Nymphadora, but it had been mixed with such pleasure that her screams were and odd mix of both. A few moments later, the pain vanished leaving only the waves of pleasure that were amplified by feeling the Harry cum inside of her. Nymph's eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out from pleasure.


"I am not pleased, Severus." Bellatrix Lestrange glowered as she read the Banns. "He was supposed to marry the Blood Traitor bitch and in so doing abdicate the Black titles."

"I remember the plan, Lestrange." Severus drawled out, rolling his eyes. Potter had somehow managed to marry two women simultaneously. That the two women were simply the two of the most gorgeous women alive on the planet was particularly galling. That it was a woman who enjoyed making his life hell and a Veela just soured his mood further. "I informed you I was unable to continue dosing the boy."

"You also told me that you had given the blood traitor enough Amortentia to make certain she stayed obsessed with Potter." Bellatrix snapped back. "Were you perhaps wrong?"

"It is possible that Miss Weasley failed in her self-appointed duty of marrying the Boy." Severus shrugged. "Amortentia is known for dulling the wits. It is entirely possible this marriage is a result of that unfortunate side effect."

"In other words the stupid bint made a plan and flubbed it?" Bellatrix couldn't help but laugh at that. "Well this should be amusing enough, even if it did just cost me the Black fortune. At least my lovely Niece won't be having puppies."