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"Cheer up, son! You're about to meet your first child! This will be one of the best days of your life!"

Ron grumbled as his father slapped him on the back, jostling Ron from his position. Hermione wasn't giving birth to his child today. In fact, Ron would have preferred to not be here in the first place if Harry didn't dangle the possibility of cutting off the flow of galleons if he didn't show up. Apparently, that rich bastard thought it would be weird if Ron didn't come to see the new addition to the 'Weasley' clan. Seeing the entire Weasley family show up was just another thing that might shame Ron.

Of course, it all depended on what the baby looked like. Ron just hoped that it somehow came out with red hair and brown eyes. That way, it was unlikely for others to know that it was Harry's baby Hermione gave birth to.

"I still can't believe my littlest brother is the one to give us a new Weasley," Bill said while chuckling, "I always thought it would be Harry and Ginny."

Ron smiled awkwardly at that. His brother was half right. Harry was one of the people involved in making this baby. Ron tried to ignore the happy chatter and tried to think about what he would do after escaping from this place. His new mates were begging to go to this new place in France. Maybe it was time to use that as an excuse to leave for a while.

Ron busied himself with his thoughts and pointedly ignored the excitement on everyone's faces. Especially on Harry and Ginny. Ron could understand Harry since it was his bastard that Hermione was popping out, but it baffled him that Ginny looked equally as happy.

A few more minutes had passed before a mediwitch came out with a confused smile. She looked right at Harry before turning to Ron with pity in her eyes, "Congratulations, Mr. Weasley. You… have a beautiful baby boy."

Ron was drawn into a crushing hug by his mother as he watched the mediwitch scurry away when everyone cheered. From that reaction alone, Ron knew that the secret would be out. That baby didn't look anything like him.

"Oh my! I'm so proud of you, Ron! We have a new boy in the family!" Molly pulled back to give Ron a teary smile, "This is the greatest gift you could ever give me!"

"Yeah…" Ron mumbled, "That's great."

All of that excitement had turned into awkward silence.

The entire Weasley clan was surrounding Hermione's bed, looking at the baby cuddled in her arms while glancing at Harry. It wasn't obvious at first since none of them could see all of the baby's features clearly, but it wasn't hard to figure out the truth when they could.

The baby boy had wisps of brown hair as he yawned cutely into Hermione's chest. It was a model picture of a new mother looking at her new child with love. The only missing thing was the husband, who happened to be standing near the door.

Instead of Ron, it was Harry who looked like the proud father. Molly thought it odd, but she knew how close they were growing up, so she wrote that off as normal. That changed the minute the baby opened his eyes.

Bright, emerald-green eyes that once belonged to Lily Potter.

Nobody in the Weasley family had eyes like that, and the man who looked like a proud father, Harry Potter, was the only one who did.

Molly wasn't the only one who noticed. It was like a ripple effect as the rest of the family realized what was going on. While the brothers seemed to be alternating between rage and confusion when they saw the smile on Ginny's face, Arthur asked a pointed question.

"Ron. What's happening here?"

Arthur saw Harry look up in shock as if he had just realized other people were here before a stubborn look settled in. He wanted to give his youngest son a chance to explain before he heard Harry's side, but Arthur had to admit that his heart hurt for his poor son. Now he had to see where the blame lay, even though a big part of him wanted to lay it on Harry.

Ron looked away with a red face and refused to answer. Arthur sighed and looked at Ginny, who still seemed strangely happy.

She was glad to rat out her brother, "Ron thought it was a good idea to lend Hermione to Harry for some money. He's been borrowing galleons from us for years! When Harry finally cut him off, he used Hermione as collateral."

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

Ron flinched back at hearing his full name from his mother.

"I can't believe you! Of all the stupid things, this one takes the cake! What in the world were you thinking!"

Molly fumed at Ron before turning to Harry, the boy she thought of as another one of her children. "How could you do this to us, Harry? Family doesn't hurt each other like this."

Harry winced as hearing the sheer hurt in Molly's voice. He had to admit that he didn't think of the consequences when he started to sleep with Hermione. Most, if not all, of his actions were controlled by his dick. Even then, Harry couldn't come to regret what happened.

Seeing Harry struggle to explain himself, Hermione stepped in, "Don't blame him, Mrs. Weasley. If anything, it's on Ron and me. Our marriage… isn't as happy as I expected, and when Ron offered to basically sell me for some gold, that was the breaking point. I was just lucky that Harry was the man lending Ron the gold."

The Weasleys struggled to comprehend why this had happened before seemingly giving up with resigned faces. Arthur turned to Ginny and asked, "And what about you, pumpkin? You don't sound angry at this at all. Are you really okay with Harry doing… this?"

To her parent's surprise, Ginny practically bounced to Hermione's bed. She cooed at the baby before exclaiming, "Why wouldn't I be? I was the one that gave Harry this idea in the first place. He really wanted a baby, and I wasn't ready for it yet, but this was a perfect solution. Hermione is family, so I don't have to fear some harlot coming after Harry for gold. Plus, I get an adorable baby without all the pain!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled her little boy deeper into her arms. "Don't pretend that you're the mother, Ginny. At best, you'll be the fun aunt."

The Weasleys watched the banter with confused faces. They still had no idea how Ginny could be okay with this. Nonetheless, they gave shaky smiles and weak congratulations before finding reasons to file out one by one.

Molly and Arthur were the last ones to leave, and after nodding to Hermione, they rushed out of the room. Only Harry, Ginny, and Hermione were left, with an overlooked silver-haired Veela watching them from the corner.

Fleur was used to being the center of attention, but given that the other three were staring lovingly at the new baby, she would let that go. This little… situation that Hermione found herself in interested Fleur greatly.

She was happy with Bill, but Fleur felt the recent bursts of desire for a child of her own. Something that Bill wasn't willing to give her. He kept going on about how his werewolf scars would affect any child he had.

Fleur honestly found it silly. Remus Lupin, an actual werewolf, had Teddy, and that little boy was just fine, so why would a few scars be worse? But of course, Bill didn't listen to reason. Fleur had grown tired of constantly arguing about this, so she eventually gave up. It's not that she didn't want a baby anymore, but since words didn't get through Bill's thick head, Fleur saw no point in wasting her breath.

They did talk about adopting, but that idea really went nowhere. Fleur didn't see many other options until now. Hermione looked so happy with that beautiful child in her arms, and Fleur couldn't help but put herself in the brunette's place.

Fleur's eyes glazed over as she thought about what to say. It had to be right, and there could be no misunderstandings.

"Fleur?"

Fleur focused back to the present to see three sets of eyes looking curiously at her.

"Is there something you need?"

Fleur bit her lips in thought before making a decision. She turned to Ginny and asked, "Could I speak wiz you in private?"

Ginny looked at Harry in confusion before agreeing. She didn't know why Fleur wanted to speak with her, especially since they didn't have the best relationship.

They walked out of the room before closing the door behind them. Fleur moved closer to Ginny and said, "I need your 'elp."

Ginny looked up at the statuesque blonde with a bit of jealousy and tried to ignore how beautiful her sister-in-law's face was. Usually, a beautiful woman would make her want to take them into her bed, but Fleur set off all sorts of warning bells in her mind. Ginny forced her eyes away from Fleur's full lips and asked, "Help with what?"

"I want what 'Ermione 'as. Bill wants to remain childless, and I tried to understand 'is feelings, but I can't do zat to myself. I want to 'ave a little baby of my own."

Ginny stiffened and stepped away from the blonde. It was one thing for Hermione to join her, but Ginny had no intention of using Harry as a stud for any other witch that asked. Sure, she let the witches she slept with get fucked by Harry, but that was entirely different from a Potter baby growing in the womb. No matter how much Ginny had grown up, there was always a part of her that worshipped the boy-who-lived. That part was the only reason Ginny let Hermione get bred with a Potter baby. She knew Harry loved Hermione, no matter how much he hid that from himself, so Ginny was alright with letting Harry have her on the side.

Fleur was utterly different. She was a threat.

"No," Ginny said bluntly, "Don't even think about it."

Fleur pursed her lips in annoyance, "Shouldn't you ask 'Arry for 'is opinion?"

Ginny scoffed, "If I say no, then Harry won't even consider it. Let it go, Fleur."

Fleur watched Ginny go back into the room with a calculating gaze. It wasn't often that Fleur didn't get what she wanted, and this certainly wasn't going to be one of those times. If Fleur couldn't get her husband to have a baby with her, then the only choice would be to get the savior of the wizarding world to fuck one into her. Anything less than the best heritage for her future progeny would be a travesty in Fleur's opinion.

Harry couldn't be happier. Not only did he finally have a family that he always wanted, though acquired oddly, Harry also had an old acquaintance that was becoming a true friend.

In the rare moments that Harry was alone while taking care of James, his little baby boy, Fleur often gave him company. Hermione had recently started to do some limited work to keep herself sane, and Ginny was often traveling the world for her work, so that left Harry alone during those times.

Well, that would be the case if Fleur hadn't made sure to stop that from happening.

Harry never knew that Fleur was so… caring. It might make him sound like a bit of an arse, but Harry always thought Fleur was a stuck-up bitch. He wasn't going to deny that she had her strong points, but that only applied to people Fleur considered close friends or family. Neither of which Harry qualified for, at least that was true before now.

After seeing a new side of Fleur, Harry started to regain the slight attraction he had for Fleur during his schooldays. Back then, that was snuffed out when he was called a leetle boy after being selected for the Triwizard tournament, but it was slowly coming back. And that made Harry feel massively guilty.

His beautiful wife had already given him a selfless gift with the inclusion of Hermione, and here he was crushing on another one of the Weasley wives. That's not even mentioning how Hermione would take this. Luckily, Fleur was happily married, and there was no chance that this would go anywhere.

While Harry made himself content with that self-assurance, Fleur came down the stairs after putting James to sleep. She was going to rip that measure of comfort away from Harry.

"'Arry?"

Harry looked up to see a vision that had to have come straight from heaven. He was always aware Fleur was attractive, but she had never looked so good before.

Her silver-blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her back while a few stray strands tickled her delicate face. Expressive blue eyes stared at him with happiness clearly visible from taking care of James. Harry always thought that Fleur took exceptional care of his son without even being asked. After looking at her now, he felt that it was a shame that she wasn't a mother herself. Fleur's modest clothes couldn't hide the figure that was underneath, with her bust straining against the thin top and the muggle jeans showcasing the childbearing hips. Maybe it would be best if Harry helped her with this issue...

Harry's breath hitched before he violently shook his head to shake off the lustful feeling. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fleur again to see a very attractive woman without all of the ridiculous thoughts that accompanied the sight previously.

With a carefully managed tone, Harry asked, "Did you just blast me with your allure?"

"Sorry!" Fleur looked away with a blush, "I forgot myself after putting zat sweet little boy to bed. I didn't do zat on purpose."

Harry relaxed before nodding. Messing with his mind was one of his pet peeves after experiencing Voldemort's mercies and Snape's 'teaching.'

"That's fine, Fleur. Just caught me off guard for a second."

Fleur kept the brilliant smile on her face while cursing at her failure. She knew it was a longshot, but Fleur had hoped that Harry would lose control under her allure and pin her down to breed her. It wouldn't have been the first time a man had that urge around her, but Harry would have been the first one to not get cursed from the attempt. Even though the easy way was now out of the question, Fleur still believed in her beauty to attract Harry on its own. All it would require was a little more effort.

Fleur had already laid the groundwork by being in Harry's presence whenever the other two women that frequented his bed were absent. This was just another one of those days. Ginny was gallivanting around in other countries for her 'work,' and Hermione was taking one of her rare breaks. That left Fleur to flit in and get cozy with Harry.

Sometimes she wished that Harry was a man that was easily entranced with a pair of good tits.

Fleur knew of the Potters' arrangements of an open marriage that seemed to heavily favor Harry. That painfully awkward moment in the hospital made it impossible not to. However, even though it seemed like Harry loved to have some women on the side, Fleur saw no evidence of that anymore. It was almost as if Hermione had sated Harry's lust.

No matter.

If Harry no longer wanted to fuck beautiful women casually, then Fleur would make herself a valued friend before making her move. Speaking of which… She had already completed the first part. Now it's time for the second.

Fleur sat inappropriately close to Harry on the couch. Their legs were grazing against each other, and if Fleur turned to face him, she would be able to count the individual eyelashes above his eyes.

Harry cleared his throat and moved to make some space, but Fleur smoothly grabbed onto his arm and cuddled up to him as if this was a natural thing to do. With an uneasy tone, Harry tried to make an excuse, "I'm going to go check on James."

"Nonsense! I just made sure 'e was asleep a few minutes ago. Sit zere and be my teddy bear. I didn't bring mine from 'ome, so you'll do for now."

Harry shifted as he tried to keep himself in control. He wasn't a teenage boy anymore, but the feeling of a gorgeous woman pressed up against him still affected him. If he didn't know better, Harry would have thought that Fleur was trying to seduce him.

For a man who slept around as much as Harry had done, he was surprisingly blind when he wanted to be.

Fleur smiled when Harry gave up trying to leave. She pulled his arms deeper into her breasts and pouted up at him, "You're so lucky to 'ave James. Bill refuses to even zink about 'aving a child. I'm starting to zink that 'e will never agree to it."

Harry's eyes twitched when he felt the soft flesh surround his arms. He had to remind himself that Fleur had always seemed expressive even when they weren't that close. Hence, it was to be expected that personal boundaries meant nothing among her close friends.

"I'm sure he'll come around, Fleur," Harry placated, "If nothing else, Mrs. Weasley might get through to him after she sees no grandchild after a few years."

Fleur hummed in thought and stayed silent, though Harry could feel the disbelief from her. After a few minutes, she smirked and said, "Maybe I should take Ginny's offer. 'Ermione looks 'appy with ze situation, and you're a wonderful father."

Harry absentmindedly nodded before freezing. He turned to the stunning Veela and asked, "Ginny's offer? What offer?"

Fleur looked up at him with bright blue eyes and said, "She said zat you'd be willing to give me a baby… Were you not aware of zat?"

Harry sucked in a deep breath as his mind was filled with the vision of fucking Fleur into the couch until she was leaking copious amounts of his cum. He shuddered and tried to will his growing erection down.

"No! Of course, I wasn't aware!"

Fleur looked away, "Oh. Well, it's alright, 'Arry. Zat's one option off my list, I guess."

"Wait," Harry pulled away and looked at Fleur in shock, "You were seriously considering this?"

Fleur shrugged, "Yes. You're a 'andsome wizard and a good friend. Why wouldn't I consider it?"

"…Bill knows about this? What about Hermione?"

Fleur shrugged, "My 'usband almost seemed 'appy when I told him of zis. As for 'Ermione, why do you zink she's been giving us time alone?"

Only half of that was true. Bill did seem to be relieved that Fleur wasn't going to push to have a child with him. Though he did look a bit constipated when he was told that Harry would be the probable father. The lie was about Hermione.

Not only did Ginny Potter try to warn Fleur away, the mistress, Hermione, had no idea that Fleur would try something like this. In Fleur's mind, neither of those two girls had any say in this. The pride she had in herself didn't allow her to think so. Besides, Fleur already gave Ginny a courtesy 'warning,' and she felt that was more than enough.

Harry gulped as his eyes fell to Fleur's body. Even in the relatively modest clothes, Harry could tell that an hourglass body was hidden underneath. All the thoughts that Harry had been kept at bay were now free to take over his mind. After all, how could it not? Not only did Fleur tell him that Ginny and Hermione were okay with this, somehow, Bill seemed to be on board too.

Fleur's face had a triumphant smile as she moved to press herself to Harry again. This time, she left no doubt about what she wanted. With a hand stroking his thigh dangerously close to his rapidly hardening dick, Fleur softly whispered, "Are you sure you don't want zis? I know zat you want a large family, and 'Ermione did 'elp you with starting zat, but she won't be enough for what you want."

Harry's breathing started to pick up as Fleur tried to convince him.

"I can 'elp you with zat, 'Arry. My body is ready for what you want. All you need to do to make it 'appen is to take me."

Fleur felt Harry stiffen as she traced her finger on his long shaft. She could feel it growing under her ministrations and bit her lip after realizing how large it was. Fleur assumed it was adequate after two witches were satisfied by Harry's ability in bed, but that didn't necessarily mean that the size of his cock was much larger than average. Fleur was glad to find that it was.

"Fleur," Harry warned, "If you don't want to find your pussy filled with my cum, I suggest you back off right now."

Fleur giggled and pushed her breasts closer, enveloping his arm as she firmly gripped his cock through the robes. Fleur looked into Harry's darkening eyes while stroking him and said, "Zat should tell you my answer. Non?"

Fleur squealed loudly as she found herself pushed onto her back with Harry looking down at her like she was his next snack. She liked that. Fleur pulled Harry down to her before mashing their lips together for a sloppy, wet kiss that immediately found Harry in a dominating position. He thrust his tongue into Fleur's mouth and explored it at his leisure. His hands weren't idle while Fleur found against his tongue. Harry cupped the Veela's soft breasts and soon found his fingers on her hardened nipples.

Harry swallowed Fleur's moan as he pinched the hardened nubs tightly. He wasn't going to make love to her like he sometimes does with Ginny or Hermione. Fleur was willingly straying from her husband to have a baby out of wedlock. The nice guy that Harry preferred to be revolted at encouraging Fleur to do this, but the new side that popped up when Hermione became his demanded that Harry had to claim Fleur as his own and seed her.

The 'nice guy' lost when Harry pulled away from the kiss to vanish the clothes off their bodies.

"Magnifique," Fleur whispered as she felt the contours of Harry's abs.

Harry pushed Fleur's legs until they were pointing straight up to the ceiling and freed one hand to aim his cock at the pristine pussy that was glistening in arousal. He couldn't wait to see it stretched from his cock fucking it full of cum. Before that, Harry intended to enjoy the act of breeding the beautiful Veela that was practically begging for his cock.

"Last chance before we can't go back, Fleur. Just say the word, and we can pretend this never happened."

Fleur looked past her heaving tits and saw Harry's cock dripping in arousal. She could already see his ballsack throbbing as clear drops of pre-cum dripped down front the tip of his cock. Fleur wanted all of the cum that was stored in those balls.

"Fuck me! Don't stop until I'm bloated wiz your cum!"

Harry's eyes darkened in lust as he gritted his teeth and ruthlessly thrust his cock past the tight seal of her pussy.

"OOOOH FUCK!"

Harry had to fight his way to the depths of Fleur's cunt. Even though it felt perfectly warm and wet around his cock, every inch Harry fed to her was accomplished by fighting past her cunt's vice-like grip. He didn't know how to exactly explain it, but it was like Fleur's pussy knew just the right time to release the grip on his cock to let it go deeper. Harry didn't even think it was possible for a pussy to feel like this, but he ended up passing it off as a Veela trait.

When Harry's balls smacked down on Fleur's jutting arse, his cock was as deep inside of her as it could go. The Veela's eyes rolled up as her legs started to quiver before she let out a soundless scream. Harry's cock was practically massaged by the soundless orgasm Fleur was having before his crotch was sprayed with femcum.

It had been an embarrassingly short time since Harry had his cock inside Fleur, but he already felt like he was about to come. It was only the sheer will that Harry was known for and the fact that he didn't want to embarrass himself by being a one-thrust quickshot. Harry was able to hold back for now, but he knew that this wouldn't last much longer.

Since it would end soon anyway, Harry decided that it was best to use the short time wisely by fucking Fleur as hard as he could.

The next few minutes were filled with the sound of Harry's hips smacking into Fleur's jutting arse relentlessly. Fleur's soundless orgasms eventually broke into shrill screams as she drowned Harry's cock in her juices.

The two were so immersed in their rutting that they didn't notice the floo flaring to life. A slender redhead stepped out to hear the sound of a woman getting her brains fucked out of her.

Ginny rolled her eyes as she put away her coat before yelling out, "I thought you said she needed a break, Harry!"

She pouted when her husband seemed to be too busy fucking to answer her. There were times when Ginny thought that letting Hermione in might have been a mistake, but then she remembered that Harry loved the brunette. The things Ginny let Harry get away with…

Their 'open marriage' was something Ginny insisted on so Harry wouldn't feel guilty from fucking other women. All to keep him satisfied. It wasn't like her personal hero was unhappy before, but Ginny wanted to do everything to make their marriage as blissful as possible for Harry... It did help that she was bisexual.

Nonetheless, Ginny knew that it wasn't healthy to put Harry that far above her. She was sort of relieved with Hermione's inclusion since it seemed to have killed Harry's habit of fucking other women.

"SEED ME! CUM INSIDE, 'ARRY!"

Ginny froze. That wasn't Hermione.

She rushed to the living room just in time to see Harry force his cock deep inside Fleur's pussy before groaning loudly. Ginny knew that her husband was cumming inside the Veela's cunt.

"HARRY! GET OUT OF HER!"

Harry's eyes fluttered at the sound of his wife yelling at him. He didn't know what she was saying since he was in the middle of nutting inside Fleur. Harry decided that he would think about it after he fed every drop of his cum to the needy pussy surrounding his cock.

Fleur squealed when Harry pulled out before drilling back in and shooting more cum inside her. She made eye contact with Ginny and smirked before another orgasm hit her as her world went white.