Chapter 19

It had been three days since the trial, and Hermione noticed that even the news about the change in date of the third task couldn't push Harry's happiness away. Even the approaching full moon seemed only to exacerbate his happiness. Hermione delighted herself, listening to her best friend making plans. Where he would live with Sirius, if Remus would accept living with them. "Maybe Katie and I can even take him out of the damn potions." She heard him say one night. The werewolf was even warming up again to Daphne and Fleur. Even so, Hermione was worried, this kind of mood swing was not normal. Harry was showing weird signs, but the bright witch was not sure why. It looked too much like someone with a mood disorder, maybe bipolar, but Hermione was sure it had a more magical reason, or maybe magic was only potentializing something that was already there.

Closing himself to Fleur, Daphne and Katie, without taking wolfsbane, simply was making Harry unbalanced. And it was starting to affect Katie too. That put the witch in a weird moral dilemma. Should she break her friend's frugal happiness, and talk about his relationships? Every passing day it become harder, and the full moon was getting too close. "Maybe I should wait for after it…" she thought. But in the end, as often happened with everything concerning Harry, the choice was taken from her.

It happened Tuesday morning, before classes. Hermione and Ginny had just entered the great hall to find Harry finishing his breakfast alone, as he had been doing after his breakup with Fleur, and was getting ready to leave when he was surrounded by Ronald, Dean, and Seamus. Hermione flinched, this was going to end badly. The girl looked at a scared Ginny. Ronald had been acting weird for a while now, ever since Harry had been chosen to compete at the tournament. The red-haired boy was expending some of his time alone, away from the views of everyone, acting more and more clamped. Hermione felt a pinch of guilt for not checking on him, but the way he treated her over the summer had destroyed any possibility of a relationship, even friendship between them.

"It's your bloody fault!" Ronald screamed at Harry, making all heads turn at then. "Fuck 'mate', why you destroy everything!"

"What the fuck are you talking about Ron?" A confused Harry asked.

"You don't know? Of course, you don't. Why my family would mean anything to you after all. We are obviously not good enough for you now that you are playing with Greengrasses and Blacks! What's next mate, the bloody Malfoys? You are no different from the albino gut after all!"

Hermione noticed Harry getting stiff. His eyes glowed for a moment, she could see he was trying not to break.

"Ronald, shut up!" Ginny screamed.

"Fuck you Ginny!, Or better yet, let me break it for you. He will not fuck you!" Ronald screamed, surprising everyone, and making Ginny's skin red with anger. Harry placed his hand on Ron's shoulder, making him turn to him. Hermione saw the rage in his eyes.

"Don't talk to her like that. Your problem is with me." To Ron's credit, he didn't feel intimidated, or if he did, he did not show, contrary to Seamus and Dean, who stepped back. "Now. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking About?"

"Dad was fired because of you!" Ronald finally said.

"What?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time. Ginny clenched her teeth, looking angrily at her brother.

"After your and Sirius's little stunt, making the ministry look bad, they are chasing away everyone who has anything to do with you! Bloody hell man, we welcomed you into our family, why is everything you touch rotten!" The red-haired boy screamed.

Hermione could not believe it. Not the part about Arthur getting fired, that was even predictable coming from fudge. What she did not believe was Ron's little speech, almost like someone had taught him the words.

"Is it true Ginny?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Well, not exactly…"

"Did your father got fired?" At this point Hermione noticed Daphne entering the room with both Tracey and Blase. Daphne gave the little group a calculating look. Hermione shook her head at the Slytherin, she would only make it worse.

"Yes… he did…" Ginny answered. "But is everything fine Harry, the headmaster had got him another job, and…"

"Why didn't you told me?" Harry asked.

"Harry, it was not important, it's already sorted…" Harry was fuming, he made to move, to leave the hall, but Ronald grabbed his arm.

"I'm not done! You are going to listen for once in your bloody life!"

Many things happened. Hermione screamed, Ginny jumped at Ron, Professor McGonagall entered the hall, and Ron's fist hit Harry in the jaw. The noise of breaking bones was loud, and the hall became silent. Harry barely moved his head with the impact.

Ronald screamed in pain, his fingers were turned and twisted, broken, Seamus and Dean jumped to hold him. Harry kept his head turned not looking at them, Hermione barely registered professor Minerva talking, and Seamus screamed at Harry.

"What the fuck man, what are you made of!" Dean asked.

Harry looked at him, the wolf ready to jump, he then looked at professor Minerva, then Hermione and Ginny, and stormed out of the hall.

After one second, ignoring professor McGonagall, Hermione followed him.

"Harry stop!" The girl asked when they hit the grounds outside the castle. "Harry, talk to me!"

Harry looked at her, his breath calming down. "To say what Hermione? You are going to tell me is not my fault? I know it's not my fault! that don't change a THING!"

"What are you saying?" Hermione stopped in her tracks.

"That he is right! Everything close to me gets tainted!"

"Harry…"

"Everything was just a dream, Hermione! Fleur, going to France, Daphne! I knew it and let it build anyway!"

"But you can make it work…"

"You should be thanking me, that way you can be with Fleur!" Hermione flinched, his eyes were burning, actually glowing.

"You… you know?" Hermione whispered.

"Of course! Her smell was all over you! You know what is better like that!"

"That is not true Harry…she couldn't be with me, because of you... this is the wolf talking… you are unbalanced without…"

"I will not be anyone's Vernon Dursley! I saw it in their eyes!"

Whit three quick steps, Hermione closed the distance between them and slapped Harry in the face. It was like hitting a burning wall, but the witch didn't care. She was so angry at him, and at the same time, she loved him so much.

"STOP BEING A SELFISH IDIOT! This is not just about you!" Harry looked at her wide eye, Hermione could feel the tears burning her eyes. "The world doesn't go around you Harry, things happen! You are being a selfish prick!"

"I… what?"

"Shut up! Yes, you are! Look at what you are doing to us! Because you are afraid! Because you are being a stubborn coward, bathing in self-pity! We are here, we accept you, all of what you are! We ARE afraid! Of course, we are! But losing you is way worse Harry! But it can't be one way! you need to meet us, you need to let us be afraid and be THERE FOR US! and let us be there for you! Fuck!" Tears were now rolling freely, Hermione watched Harry open and close his mouth many times. "Come find me, when you feel like talking."

Hermione turned around and started walking back to the castle. She knew she had been rough, and she didn't even mean half of what she said. But she was angry, and he needed to hear.

.oOo.

A baffled Harry watched Hermione go. As always, he could count on his best friend, his lifesaver, the brightest witch, to hit a nerve. Every word floating over his head, Harry felt like swinging in a sea of emotions, drowning, gasping for air, for relief, and Hermione just threw him a lifesaver.

Harry let out a deep breath that he just now realized he was holding. Something had turned deep inside of him. Magic ran and danced around. Something he didn't even comprehend.

Harry ran a hand on his hair, wishing he was not the one doing it, Craving for contact, and placed a hand on his pocket.

There was Something there. A note.

.oOo.

The badge, which had a crescent moon symbol carved on it, materialized itself on Remus Lupin's jacket the second the werewolf step out of the ferry that brought him over the channel. The man sighed, hoping that Jacques was right, and it would vanish as soon as he returned to France. Remus could only imagine the pain of leaving with it all the time. A constant reminder to everyone around that You are different, a dark creature, a monster.

As the man walked out of the boat, his thoughts returned to Harry, his nephew in all but blood. How the man wished he could talk with the boy, to apologize for what he had done, to try and teach him. He only hoped the young man would not finish like him, a shadow of a man, who abandoned his friends in his own grief and self-pity, turning his back on himself.

Remus was determined to change that.

He knew he was weak, too far gone into the potions, he was brainwashed to fear what he had become, too scared to embrace the wolf when he could. But in the end, he could not blame anyone but himself. Anna Bell had approached him at the school, and he rejected her, Dumbledore and his own father's ideas were already so engraved in his mind that he couldn't even consider what she was preaching. Today he was going to face them again. Remus was The image of defeat. Weak, looking much older than he really was. An alcoholic and drug addict. A coward who betrayed himself.

But he would do it for Harry.

Jacques had told him Harry had managed to do what he couldn't. With Anna's daughter's help, he was embracing the wolf. Remus was so proud of him, the boy was so strong, he was caring, and fierce, even with everything he had gone through. Things Remus himself had brought over him with his absence.

"The lone wolf is a dead wolf…" Anna's words hung over his head. After Michael's death, he had become a lone wolf. With all those things running in his head, Remus apparated away.

The ragged man reappeared with a pop on the outskirts of London, in front of a big, ancient house, with a well-taken care garden in front of it. The house was built in a neoclassical style, like many other magical ones, but if he had to say, the thing that stood out the most was the woods on the back. Almost as big as the forbidden forest at Hogwarts, the family had fought for generations to maintain it, even when the purebloods came for it. It was as impressive as it was mysterious. But Remus was not there to look at it. With a deep breath, he crossed the garden and knocked at the door.

The door opened after a couple of seconds, a woman with wild curly black hair, a strong jawline, and incredibly deep yellow eyes, making her look at the same time beautiful and feral, looked curiously at him. "She looks a lot like her daughter." Remus thought as his eyes focused on the badge in her blouse, identical to the one on his jacket. "Hello Anna…" the man said with a shy smile.

The woman took a deep breath, before answering. "Remus? Remus Lupin?" He nodded. "By the magic! It's been a while." Remus could notice she was trying to hide her concern for him. It was almost fifteen years since they last saw each other. Anna was five years older than him, but by now, he looked much older than her. Of course, she noticed, she probably could smell the potion on him.

"Too long, yes" Remus replied as she made her way for him to enter. "I had the pleasure to teach your daughter last year. Fierce student, just like you." Remus said with a smile.

"Yes, Katie said you were the best defense teacher they ever had." Anna returned the smile and looked at him. "Remus, I'm sorry to say. You look…"

"Ragged? I know. I am not strong like you, or your family Anna. But I need your help nonetheless." Remus said, not hiding the Shame in his voice.

"Remus, I… I don't know if we can help you anymore, it has been too long." Anna said, with a sad voice.

"I know, but it is not for myself, Anna. I'm long gone now, and I know it. I believe you heard of Harry Potter."

Anna smiled at him, leading the man through the house until the back, closer to the woods. "Of course, the young alpha."

"Is he now?" Remus said surprised, but with a hint of pride.

"Yes, and a quite powerful one if you believe dad and Katie." Anna giggled, it was a strange scene, this predatory woman giggling like a girl. "Katie is quite… stricken by him."

"He does that… and he didn't even notice." They arrived at a terrace, with a big wooden table, with a view of the woods, the entire place was tastefully decorated with a mix of plates and well taken cared plants on vases, both decorative and medicinal, three people were sitting at the table, two women, both older than Anna, one of then wearing the same badge as Remus, with brown hair and the same yellow eyes as Anna. The other, with short blond hair, looking a bit older, had a bright smile at him as Remus greeted both women. They were both dressed in nice muggle clothing, enjoying some tea, the scene was almost bucolic, so much so that Remus had to remind himself that those were dangerous people. But the more prominent figure was Benjamin Bell. The old werewolf had just stood up when Remus entered the room, his confident authority was even more imposing than his size. His grey hair flowed over his shoulder, framing his heavy features. Even missing an arm, Remus had heard the stories about the fight against Grindelwald lieutenants, and Fenryr Greyback, the imposing man looked more than able to defend himself, even without a wand.

Benjamin was the alpha. The alpha Remus Lupin had refused so many years ago. For a moment, he felt overwhelmed with regret but remembered how different the Bell's views on magic were, almost, heretic. Benjamin extended his hand and said.

"Welcome to my territory, Remus. I wish I could say you look good, but that would be a lie."

"Dad!" Anna said.

"Benjamin!" The blond old woman said as well.

Remus waved his hand and smiled. " Don't worry, I can see you remain as direct as ever, Benjamin."

The man smiled, a grin full of ferocity. " To lie would be an insult to us both."

Remus then noticed something. "Why don't you wear a badge, like us?" The professor gestured to himself and the two women with them. "I am sure you are registered."

"The perks for being a war hero, and an old man. I guess the ministry doesn't consider me a threat." Benjamin shrugged

"And they would be wrong. So, no tracking?" The old werewolf nodded. "Tell me, how have you been getting along with Albus Dumbledore lately? If I remember correctly, you fought together, twice." Remus asked

"That was many, many moons ago before he changed."

"Changed?"

"After he defeated Grindelwald, something happened, his smell got all wrong. Nowadays I can say our relationship is intermittent, at best, one of mutual respect, but from afar."

"Are you welcome inside the wards of the school?" Remus got to the point.

"Only through the forbidden forest," Benjamin said.

"Really? And why is that?" Remus was genuinely curious, this fact, along with the lack of tracking from the ministry would make things much easier.

"We are magic's hunters Lupin, and no ward can keep us from a hunting ground."

"Perfect, I need your help…"

.oOo.

Harry sat at the benches around the former quidditch pit, looking at the growing devil snare in front of him. The maze, for the dreaded third task starting to take form. It was a new kind of torture, he thought, to watch their doom to grow right in front of them. But Harry was not worried about it right now. He was looking, but not seeing it.

Two days. The full moon was so close that it was getting hard to organize his own thoughts, it seems like his mind always drift away to violence, or sex. That was why he was here. The devil snare helped. It numbed his senses. Almost like a drug. Harry knew it was wrong, but he needed to calm down. The runes he had designed with professor Bethsheda's help, painted on the skin of his arms, only got him so far in matters of control.

Every single word Hermione and Katie have said to him replayed in his mind, again and again. Dancing around his head. The young werewolf let them run through his conscience. Measuring every single one of them. Trying to let them sink, measuring which ones were right.

Harry was broken. Ever since he had come to Hogwarts and met Hermione, and saw how things should be, he knew it. But just now he was finally realizing the extent of it. And he hated it. So much anger and angst. The young wizard wanted to change and be happy, instead, he kept sabotaging himself. Like an idiot, like they had conditioned him to do.

And Harry was afraid. Maybe he had blown the best thing he ever had. Harry held the carved dragon bone in his hand. He never took it off. Neither did Fleur. That gave him some courage and a glimpse of hope.

The boy remembered the brief talk he had with Ginny after talking with Hermione.

"Don't worry Harry," The red-haired girl said. "Ron is an idiot, the headmaster got dad a new job already."

"The headmaster, really?"

"Yeap, he asked for some favors, and before we knew it, father got a new job." At this, Blaise gave Harry a strange look. The werewolf could almost smell the suspicion from the tall boy. Harry shared his worries. "granted it does not have the best of conditions and hours. But it's ok, and the pay is even higher."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"He works night shifts. Really Harry, forget about Ron, it's ok, and it is not your fault."

It is not your fault. Everyone kept saying that. But it surely didn't feel this way. But isn't that exactly what Hermione had said. Was he being an egocentric, selfish prick?

But the only solution he could see, the only thing that would make him happy would mean for him to be even more selfish. Much more.

Fuck, how he missed Hermione, how he missed Katie and Daphne, and most of all, how he missed Fleur.

.oOo.

Fleur watched Harry from afar, Her instincts screaming for her to run to him, to hug and kiss him. To make love and comfort him. But the warm dragon bone on her neck made her stop. Harry needed this, the werewolf needed to sort things for himself first. Only after that, they would be able to figure it out together. And they would, that she had promised, both to the man she loved and herself.

The young veela was facing her own choices. The incomplete bond pushing her forward.

Complete it, or let it go.

Fleur knew she was ruined, even if she let it go, no one would be like Harry. This door would forever be closed. Nor Hermione or anyone she could meet later would make her magic sing to her like that. The wizard brought the better of her. The young werewolf shattered her shields down, and instead of loathing her, Harry held her close to his heart and showed Fleur what was like to be loved for whom she was, with all her flaws, problems and qualities. They laughed together, shared their pains and worries, and the sex was fantastic, and that was even before the bond.

But Fleur knew she couldn't be all that Harry needed. At least not right now. She was not a werewolf herself, like Katie, or a master in English society and laws, a player like Daphne. And, after what happened between Hermione and herself, she was feeling like a hypocrite, for asking Harry to cut the other girls off.

More than once Fleur contemplated terminating the bond and letting it go. But she couldn't. The simple bone fragment on her hand was proof of it. Harry never let it go. The werewolf had it with him always. The boy loved her, there was not a shadow of doubt of that, and she loved him. But Harry was afraid.

That was something only she could give him. She was sure only she could heal him. Make him come to terms with his own feelings as she makes peace with her own.

Fleur turned her head when she heard someone approach. Hermione walked over to her, with a concerned look on her face.

"I… I may have said some things to him." Hermione said with a sad voice.

"I know."

"Do you think I have gone too far? I was so angry and frustrated, I said things I don't even think are true..."

"He needed it, Hermione, what is done is done. now we need to let him process."

"Do you think he can?" Hermione bit her bottom lip.

Fleur glared at the bush-haired witch. Definitely not Hermione. "Of course, he can, Hermione. Harry is way stronger than people think. Even now I can see it. He may be broken, but he is not a child and has not been for a long time. Just give him until after the full moon."

Hermione bit her lips again, a little taken back by the older witch's tone. Fleur could see the insecurity in her friend's gaze. "You are right….sorry… anyway, we also need to sort things between us…"

"Sorry Hermione, I do like you, but…" Fleur started saying in a more friendly voice.

"No, I mean all of us. You, me, Katie, and Daphne. I have discovered something that I think everyone needs to hear.

.oOo.

With a quick wave of his hand, Harry made a series of shining numbers appear in front of him, showing the exact time of the day. The wizard still had five minutes until the time written on the note, so he was not surprised there was no door on the wall of the room of requirements. Daphne was usually very punctual during her appointments. Harry took the note from his pocket, and the werewolf instantly recognized her exquisite hand letter, so controlled and precise, like the young woman who wrote it. Harry thought it was funny how even the light reflected on the ink reminded him of the way the light reflected on her straight black hair. And even if Harry didn't recognize the handwriting (something he thought was easy, after he started working on runes), her blueberry scent was all over the small piece of yellow parchment. The girl probably wanted to talk to him about Sirius and the next political move.

Once more, Harry thought if it was not a mistake being there. But after talking with Hermione, he needed to start moving forward and mending bridges. Harry was just going to enter the room, say he was sorry, and ask to move the meeting to three days in the future, after the full moon, nice and easy, that way he would have a little more time to organize his own thoughts. The simple image of Daphne on his head, made his hormones explode and the wolf got restless. The same was going on for both Fleur and Katie, leaving Harry even more confused.

Harry was a hypocritical, sexist ass. At least that was how he seemed in his own mind. Hermione had taught him these words last year, after her parent's divorce. She had learned a lot that summer.

Precisely at eight, a door appeared in front of him, and the wizard entered the room. Only to be faced with something he was not ready for.

A soft tune was playing on the wireless, a series of silver curtains covered the far side of the room, shining reflecting the light of the big chandelier with more than a dozen magic candles, with many different colors hanging from the roof, slowly rotating creating a subtle but beautiful light show over a dance floor, the same they used for practice before the ball. And on the other side, there was Daphne.

The young woman was wearing a silver one-strapped dress, that hugged her torso perfectly, adjusting to her natural curves with elegance, with flowing, all transparent layer after layer of fabrics over her legs, creating the illusion of a silver cascade, her midnight black hair was done in a knot over her head, held by a beautiful piece of jewelry in the form of a serpent, with two precisely loose bangs on each side, framing her beautiful face, and contrasting perfectly with her ivory skin. Daphne was also wearing matching snake earrings and a necklace, all her jewelry was emerald green, like Harry's eyes. A soft smile formed on her red-painted mouth.

Harry could be many things, but one thing he had learned while with Fleur was how to get a hint. After he could breathe again with the vision of beauty in front of him, he raised his head proudly and walked with resolve to Daphne, extending his hand to her with an educated measure."Would the beautiful lady give me the pleasure of this dance?" The wizard asked with a soft tone.

Daphne accepted his hand and said in an equal formal tone. "It would be my honor, my lord"

Harry placed his right hand around her narrow waist and pulled her close to him, closer than needed for a waltz, but he didn't care. Drinking on her scent, feeling the warmth of her body next to him, he started leading her to the rhythm of the music. "You look stunning, almost too beautiful to be true," Harry said, his face merely inches from hers. Sparkles shined on Daphne's usually cold blue eyes, and Harry knew she was happy. "And thank you for not wearing perfume…"

"I know my lord has a great appreciation for my natural odors." the girl teased in a joking tone.

"You have no idea…" was all Harry could answer.

They danced through the floor, almost like floating, both teens bathing in each other's presence. The first song finished, giving place to an even slower tune. Daphne rested her head on Harry's shoulder, her warm breath sending shivers down his body, right through his manhood, for a second Harry cursed the wolf and the full moon, hoping she did not notice.

"Don't worry Harry," Daphne said in his ear, almost in a whisper. "Let it go, I like it." Daphne molded her body to his, as close as possible. "I will be totally honest with you Harry, I chose this night on purpose. I want you, All of you, I want to show I am not afraid of the big.. bad.. wolf…" The girl said each word followed by a light bite on his earlobe.

Her scent was overwhelming. "Daphne, I don't know if you understand…" Harry started saying.

"Of course I do Harry. I told you, when I know what I want, I get it. And I want you, Harry." The boy felt her hands clenching tight against his back like she was afraid of letting him go. "Even when someone messed with my mind, I still wanted you. I will have everything they took from me back. I will have you." There was so much resolve, so much strength in her voice, that Harry's member twitched. The werewolf moved his hands up and down her back. "I want you Harry, and I accept you. I accept that Katie is a part of your life that you can't dismiss, being a pure-blood witch I am ok with that. I want you to be mine. I want to help you change the world."

Her voice was sultry now, and he could smell her increasing arousal. Even so, even if each hormone-fueled cell on his body screamed for Harry to make Daphne his, he needed to ask. Harry needed to be sure. He moved his head until they could look in each other's eyes, glowing green and deep icy blue.

"Even so, Daphne. I Don't want you to feel obligated to do anything you don't want to do for me. I don't want to be this kind of man."

Daphne gave him a seductive smile. They kept dancing close all this time. When Daphne spoke again, her voice was low, and full of lust.

"The first time Katie bragged about shagging you, I was angry and jealous, but that same night I fingered myself thinking about you two together." Harry gulped. "I was so incredibly angry and horny, my fingers slipped so easily." Both teens started breathing a little more heavily. " Then when I heard you and Fleur inside the broom cupboard, my panties got soooo wet that I had to run to my dorm room and finger myself again Harry…" The werewolf's hands slowly started running down her back. "Can you smell it?" Harry took a deep breath. "Can you smell how wet I am right now?"

Harry's hand cupped her arse, and Daphne kissed him, softly probing his mouth with her tongue, exploring each place she could reach, moaning in delight. When they separated, she resumed her verbal attack.

"Before I get ready tonight, I was so excited about meeting you that I had to masturbate just to calm down. Behind those curtains there is a bed, the same one I used to lay down and slip my fingers in and out my cunt… and caress my clit… want me to show you?"

With a grunt, Harry was gone.

.oOo.

Daphne could not believe how excited she was. The verbal attack was designed to get Harry ready and take advantage of the proximity of the full moon. even if everything she said was true, but the witch was not ready for her own body's reaction to his. When Daphne felt his hardness, her body responded almost instantly, she could feel her juices damping her panties. It got even worse when he grabbed her arse, and with the hungry kiss, she was as gone as him.

The initially soft and intimate kisses gave place to passion-fueled, almost furious ones. Her hands ran down his hair, Daphne was craving for what rightfully was hers. The girl felt his hands lifting her from the ground, and she quickly wrapped her legs around him. In the back of her mind, her cold, analytic side was trying to make sense of things. Why was this so good? Why did his touch feel like electricity, making her want more and more? Was it his magic dwelling with hers? The alpha thing? Right now, Daphne didn't care. Right now she was not the ice queen, she was just a girl giving herself to the boy she loved. Daphne bite his neck, hard enough to mark him, She was giving herself to him, and she wanted to get fucked!

The witch didn't even notice he had carried her to the bed while she was sucking, and biting his neck and collar, as She unmade his tie and threw it away. Daphne noticed she was forcefully grinding her hips against his, trying to feel his hardness through his trousers, she groaned in frustration. "Too much clothing…" she whispered in his ear.

Harry straightened himself over her and removed his jumper and shirt. Daphne saw his beautiful messy hair and the results of her own ministrations on his neck and collar. She felt proud, he would not be able to hide it. A panting, sweat Harry then moved his hands to her dress and gave her one of those smiles. The predator smile, the one that made the girls' legs tremble like jelly, and soaked their pussies. Daphne simply nodded and with a swift, strong movement thanks to his werewolf strength, her dress was ripped and gone, leaving her only on her soaked panties.

"You are so beautiful…" Harry said, looking at her almost perfect medium-sized breasts, the small pink nipples contrasting with her ivory skin. Daphne felt then getting even harder with the tone of his voice. How did he do that? She felt like her body was on fire, a fire only he could extinguish.

Harry must have noticed the way she looked because his assault on her breasts was relentless. The boy covered her right nipple with his mouth, lighting biting it while he pinched the left one with his hand. A moan left Daphne's mouth, which seemed to encourage him to bite a little more forcefully. After he licked around it and repeated the process on her left breast, before kissing and licking and sucking down her shapely belly. It seemed like he too was determined to mark Daphne as his.

Harry kissed her hip bones and over the rem of her panties. The witch's underwear was wet with her juices, and Harry took a deep breath, making Daphne blush as he took her scent in, before the werewolf kissed her mound over her panties. Even though the fabric, it sent so much magic and pleasure through her body that the witch arched her back and moaned loudly, in an unexpected orgasm, she felt like losing control over her body and magic. When she looked at him, Daphne saw a mischievous gaze that sent shivers up her body.

"We are not done yet, my lady. Actually, we have just started." Harry said before he pulled the hem of her panties. Daphne was breathing heavily while he threw her underwear away. She knew what was coming next. Daphne knew through Fleur and Katie how Harry loved to taste his girls.

Harry held her knees and spread them apart, moving them up her body, giving him a complete full view of her recently shaved pussy and pulsating pink anus. Instead of being ashamed, Daphne felt proud of the gaze full of admiration and lust Harry gave her. His twitching pulsating cock only showed how much he wanted her. Harry kissed the inside of her tights, getting closer and closer to her own swollen outer lips. Harry then licked the entirety of her pussy lips. The werewolf then used his tongue to attack the girl's clitoris. Daphne moaned. The witch held her own knees high, bulking her hips, and giving Harry full access to her. Harry must have sensed what she wanted because his tongue darted to her magically cleaned anus. Harry licked in and around her rosebud with gusto, Delighting himself in the pleasure he was giving her.

"Yes, Harry! Yes, lick my arse, like that! Yes…" Daphne was babbling, almost nonsensically. The girl felt something pressing against her anus entrance as Harry moved his mouth back to her dripping cunt. "YES HAAAAARY!" the witch screamed as he moved a finger inside her arse.

Daphne felt another orgasm building, his finger going inside and out her sensitive anus as his mouth skillfully worked her pussy. The girl felt like exploding. "Yes yes yes yes yes…" Daphne held Harry's hair like her only lifeline to sanity. It never had been so good on herself. With a loud scream, she came, her fluids flooding into her lover's mouth, the muscles of her anus pressing against his finger. "FUUUUUCK!"

"I plan to do just that…" Harry said in her ear, as she came back from her orgasmic high, positioning the tip of his hard cock on her entrance.

"Please…" Daphne wimped, she wanted it so much.

"You set the pace, ok?"

Daphne nodded, she knew it would hurt, but she was eager to overcome it. If the pleasure she was feeling was the reward, it was worth it. With a small push, he pushed the pulsing head of his member inside her. The girl gasped, Harry was not small, and she tried to relax to the new sensation, and accommodate him inside her. She relaxed and he pushed more of his member inside her.

Daphne was starting to get used to the feeling, it was weird but so good at the same time when she felt him meeting her barrier. She opened her eyes and found his glowing emerald orbs, full of love and patience, and yet hungrily feral The witch nodded, she wanted him, she needed to be one with him. With a final strong push, Harry was fully inside her.

First, she felt a stinging pain and gritted her teeth, then Daphne had the sensation of fullness, like nothing she had ever felt. As the pain lessened, she felt her own body adjusting to accommodate Harry inside of her. The werewolf just stayed there, waiting, kissing her mouth and jawline, until the pain was almost gone. "You can move now…" Daphne finally whispered.

Daphne was not ready for the sensations that hit her. When Harry withdrew his hips, moving his cock almost completely outside of her, she felt like her body tried to hold him inside, and when he moved back, it welcomed him in with a wave of pleasure. Harry was holding her legs up, creating an angle where the head of his dick touched the roof of her vagina every time he entered or left, making her clit tremble until his hips touched it. The witch arched her body and scratched his back.

"Goodness, this… this… fuck Harry, this… is… so… good… fuck fuck fuck." Daphne kept going and he went inside and out. Harry's own moans joined her incongruent speech. "Fuck me, Harry, please. Faster…"

Harry abridged, his sack hitting against her arse, sending in yet another wave of pleasure through her body. "Oh my, oh my, oh my… yes yeeeeees!"

Daphne felt the now familiar sensation of her building orgasm, this one even more intense. How could this be so good? The first time was supposed to hurt, and yet here she was screaming in pleasure. Her own magic singing to this young man on top of her. The feeling of her insides clenching into him in his retreat, just to welcome him back each time, the wet sounds their bodies were producing, the panting coming from Harry as he felt the pleasure of being with her.

"I… I'm close, Daphne, I'm gonna…"

Daphne opened her eyes and looked at Harry, he was holding one of her legs up, with an expression of pure bliss, for a moment he looked like he was glowing with magic and sweat. Daphne loved that face, that expression, it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw, even his scars were sexy like that. and she was responsible for it. Looking at Harry that way, together with his relentless pounding shot her own sensations through the roof. She clawed his chest and back screaming.

"Yes harry, yes baby… fuck me, cum for me, let it go!"

Daphne felt his dick twitch inside her, and then, like a warm explosion, his hot release hit her womb. The new feeling of completion throwing the young witch to her own orgasm. Daphne strongly held Harry, like he was all she had in her life.

"Haaaarry… I'm coming… I'm coming! FUUUUUCK! OH MY…. OH MY… FUUUUUCK!"

It took a while before Daphne could register Harry's kisses on her cheeks and neck, she was panting in delight, Harry still inside her overflowing cunt. The boy had released her leg, and his kisses were feather-light, full of love and intimacy. When he noticed she was back, he looked at her, with that amazing mischievous grin and glowing eyes.

"It seems we got ourselves a screamer…"

"Pratt! I hate and I love you so much." Daphne answered before giving him a deep, passionate kiss.

.oOo.

At the same time, in the Beauxbaton carriage, Fleur Delacour had fingered herself into orgasm, thinking of her raven-haired werewolf.