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Chap. 64: A quiet conversation, to start

Fleur was at the desk-vanity, wiping away faint makeup with a small cloth that shimmered with magic, while Lyr- no, Lilith, in child-form but with her clothes on for once, lounged on his bed, which was now neatly made aside from her own wrinkles. Both looked up at him expectantly, and smiled as he set down the tea beside Fleur, and offered a cup to Lilith, who sat up quickly with a wide smile. "She makes good tea," the Succubus said happily before taking a long sip.

"So," Harry said quietly, looking between the two most physically beautiful creatures he'd ever met, "what was it you wanted to talk about?"

The smaller girl gave the taller a questioning look, then turned her attention back to Harry with a warm smile, her tea held just below her chin so the steam that rose from it obscured her face just a tiny bit. "Fleur is with us."

"I- I did not say zat," the quarter-Veela woman sputtered, "I only said zat I would be willing to dizcuss it wiz 'Arry!"

Confused, he took a long draw of his own tea to buy himself time to think. Lilith's meaning was pretty obvious, if he knew her at all (and he did). But the silver-blonde haired young woman was a bit more of a mystery, and her intentions were less clear, especially after her protest. What do I know about her, really, Harry wondered to himself, crossing the room to sit on his bed next to the Succubus, and drinking a bit more of his tea. I know she's a great lay, very eager and passionate, stunningly beautiful, but beyond that... nothing, really. Well, that she's French, and good with magic. She wasn't a Triwizard Champion for nothing, and she wants- or wanted- to work for Gringott's too. Beyond that...? I suppose I don't really know anything. Oh, and that she was engaged to Bill, and that's apparently off.

"When you say 'with us,'" Harry asked diplomatically, "What exactly do you mean?"

While the question was directed at Lilith, his eyes stayed locked on Fleur, who continued to remove her makeup but kept her eyes firmly locked on his reflection. The petite girl took another sip, then set her half-full cup and saucer on the bedside table, reached for a biscuit, and twisted it in her hands a few times while answering, "I mean she wants to join your harem. Something about never having such powerful orgasms."

Again, the part-Veela protested, this time blushing mightily, "I did not say zat!"

"You didn't have to," Lilith pointed out, her tone reasonable, "it's all over your body language and your aura both. Also, why are you protesting? We all know it's true, Harry remembers the summer as well as you do."

Fleur twisted in her seat to glare at the smaller figure, but Harry didn't mind. After all, it presented him a rather pleasing view of her profile before she huffed and turned back to the mirror, and resumed her work. "I... well, yez, zat is true enough, but zere is more to it zan zat."

"Oh, then by all means, enlighten us," Lilith teased, then shoved the whole biscuit into her mouth and began chewing daintily despite being stuffed, and reached for her tea again.

Fleur huffed again, "I... I want to fight againzt your foe, 'Arry. 'E would... subjugate me, my family. Eet eez obviouzh to all 'o watch zat you are ze one who will fight 'eem to ze end. I... I wizh to pledge myzelf to you."

"Before you answer, Master," Lilith spoke up, "You should be aware that dear Miss Delacour is not being entirely open about her motives, or what she's saying. I did a little digging since you-I-we broke her last summer. A 'pledge' from her will mean subservience, loyalty, yes. It also means ownership, fealty. She is trying to find a way to worm herself into your family directly. I don't object, for the record, but before you decide you should know that."

One of Harry's eyebrows rose. Ownership of another sentient being? It was, of course, an abhorrent idea. Yet he had two House-Elves, who both wanted to be in his service. If that was what they wanted, who was he to deny them that free will, that choice? But could he do that to Fleur Delacour, even if she was trying, in some small way, to trick him into it? "I don't get you," he told the woman, who was finished wiping away her makeup, and was now applying some sort of powder to her neck with a larger pad. "You love, or at least loved, Bill. I know we shagged a bunch, and Lilith did something to you, but I don't know what that was, or why it affected you so strongly. Now you come to me asking me to... what, take possession of you, like an object? The Fleur I remember from the Triwizard was haughty, self-concerned, intelligent, powerful, and not the type who would... submit. At leat, not so easily."

Apparently done with her face and neck, Fleur set the pad down and turned to face him, crossing her legs demurely at the ankle and folding her hands together on her lap. "'Arry, I... I do still love Beel. But I cannot be wiz 'im. Not anymore. Aftair what zhe did, 'e... 'e will never be en'uff for me. Zere is a reason zat our kind, my kin, do not look upon... herz wiz much affection."

Harry blinked, looking between the two women for more information. It was Fleur who gave it to him, as she took a long, slow breath. "Ze Veela, like my mozzer and my grandmozzer, are creaturez of paszion and sexuality, 'Arry. I am 'alf Veela, and am... not ze same, but cloze enough. Your friend iz, ah, szimilair. Si- Similar," she clearly fought with the word's pronunciation in English, "but more like oppozites. For us, paszion and love are born of the heart, and move to ze body. For 'er, eet eez born of the body, and moves to ze heart."

"I think what she's trying to say, Master," Lilith picked up the explanation, "is that we are functionally similar but very different in how we go about what we do, what we are. When I-we used my powers on her in an effort to keep her or Bill Weasley from affecting our own activities, I may have used... too much. Bill was a healthy young wizard, and nearly had a heart attack trying to satisfy her in the throes of her magic driven wild by mine. The two together nearly killed him, and he can't risk being with her again. Every time they try to be intimate, it stands a cumulative, greater chance of doing just that."

"Zat is why I cannot be wiz 'im, even though I love 'im," Fleur said quietly.

Harry gaped. How- how was that even possible?

Lilith seemed to read his mind, for she set aside her now-empty cup and turned to face him a little more directly, "Our magics, hers and mine, intertwined more closely than I expected them to. I was going off your knowledge that she was a quarter Veela, and expected less of an impact, emotionally, on Bill, or you. But it isn't your fault, you didn't know. It was an assumption, we already talked about that."

"The 'air from my grandmozzer in my wand," Fleur clarified, gesturing to the long shaft on the desk beside and behind her, "It was not an un- unreazonable aszumption, eizher. I would 'ave aszumed the saime."

Harry nodded, his mind abuzz with this new information, and what it meant for him.

"Zhere is more," Fleur added quietly, "I 'ave been wiz many men and women in my life szo far, 'Arry. Eet eez in my nature. But only one man 'az ever truly satisfied me. I love Beel, but I must be with you. I will go mad if I am not. And since I cannot be ze one to kill my love..."

Harry sighed. Her logic, though a bit convoluted, made perfect sense. It was cruel, even somehow arbitrary, but given the position she found herself in, he suspected he would do the same thing. But she had to know there was more. "You... you know, if you are with me..."

"Zat I will be wiz ze ozzers?"

He nodded.

Fleur only shrugged nonchalantly, "As I said, 'Arry, I 'ave 'ad many partnerz. I do not... object. Beel knew I could not be faithful only to 'im, too."

"And... you don't mind that it's, well, with younger people, mostly?"

Fleur giggled, surprising Harry with the high, bell-like tinkle of it, "Non, 'Arry, not at all. Beauty is beauty, and your friends are beautiful. I feel zeir passion sing to me, calling to me, even now. It is as intoxicating as any ozzer's. But like your friend, if... if I am to be wiz you, which I must insist on, zhen I will need... attentzion. Regular attenzion."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he frowned gently. "Er... just how regular are we talking?"

"Monthly? Eet eez 'ard to say. I 'ave survived this far, but ze need to be wiz you is growing strongair. Proximity, you zee. If I become yourz, it will be... 'ardair. I will need more zhan I am getting now, for szertain."

Harry nodded. That made sense, at least based on her explanation. "What do you think," he asked the girl to his left.

Lilith shrugged, "Master has plenty of energy and love to give. I used my power on her in the first place to get her on your side, this is just more deeply than I was planning on. Also, she's smokin' hot."

Harry grinned, looking back to Fleur, who had the decency to blush. "One more question, then. Why're your things in my room? Or why'm I in yours?"

Fleur smiled almost wistfully, "Zees was to be our room after getting married, you know? Beel and I. When I went home to Maman and Papa., my seester, I left in haste, and most of my zhings remained. Zhen, when I 'eard from your Molly zhat you had been attacked in zhat... incident, I came quickly. I knew I 'ad to be by your side, 'Arry. Molly... she took one look, szobbed, and zhen told me you were in my old room. Zhe knew."

"Knew what?"

"Zhat I belong to you, now. Eef you will 'ave me. Zhere is no ozzer."

She had said it so frankly, without guile, malice, or attempt to deceit, that Harry was almost floored by the sincerity of it. Of course, the horny teenaged wizard in him wanted nothing more than to scream yes, yes, yes to the rooftops even with the amount of action he'd been getting recently, even with a real Succubus next to him. Who at Hogwarts hadn't wanted a roll with Fleur two years before? He couldn't think of anyone. And he, Harry, had had sex with her a dozen times in the later half of the last summer, and even more.

Now she was asking if he would accept her forever? Asking to be part of his family, and make that a constant, on-going thing?

He would have to be a fool to decline!

But a part of him still doubted, still questioned her motives. "Lilith, is she honest?"

The reply was quick, as expected, "She cannot lie to you, Master, nor to me. The best she can do is omit information, like earlier. Her magic is... it needs you now. Whatever we did overwhelmed her so thoroughly I doubt she could remain sane for long without being with you. I honestly don't know what happened, I'm still trying to figure it out, but the explanation we gave is the best we have, working together on it so far. She should be resentful, most Veela would hate what happened, having their will shattered like that, but it's almost like Romilda, except she's used to it, in a way. She is conscious, self-aware, and wants the same anyway."

"So more like Romilda now, after she's recovered a bit?"

"I suppose that's a good equivalent, yes, Master."

He nodded at the silent response, then looked back to Fleur. "Alright. But I'm kind of knackered tonight, so... wait. Lils, what happens if she gets, I don't know, Runes?"

"She won't need them," the Succubus said after a moment's thought, "but I'm not sure how they would interact. My best guess right now is they would simply take less time to apply, and less fluid. Her magic welcomes mine, now, almost like your... sister's does, as if it wants to be part of me."

"Huh. Same effects, though?"

"I think that's how it would be, but I can't make promises," Lilith said a bit reluctantly, "We just don't know enough. It's... peaceful existence between our peoples is rare, exceedingly so. I've never heard of it. This is new territory."

"I zhink she is right, 'Arry," Fleur offered, "zhough I know leetle about 'er magic, ze way she describes eet tells me zat is 'ow it should work wiz me, eef you want me to get zees Runes."

"Only if you want them, Fleur," Harry told her seriously.

"Non, if you want me to get them," Fleur exhaled, "You must decide zis, 'Arry, I cannot. If I am to decide, zen ze decizion is made. I am... compromized, in zees way. My judgment eez not what it szhould be."

"Now that, I am fully in agreement with," Lilith told him, "She can't make healthy judgments based on facts when it comes to you, especially sex with you. It's almost like Bill in reverse. Where he almost died losing himself to her magic after it went wild, she would die giving herself wholly over to you. You'll have to be careful with her, Master. But I don't think there would be too many side-effects, no. It's just worth going in with eyes open."

"R- Right. Well... I'll have to talk to the others, get their input, but I don't see any reason to say no tonight."

"Good," Fleur said with a happy sigh, "Zat makes me 'appy to 'ear. I shall leave you to eet, zhen. Good night, mon chérie, and mon amie."

"Er, good night, Fleur," he shot back, bemused. Chérie meant 'love', didn't it? And amie 'friend'?

Before he could ponder it too much, Lilith was in his lap, her clothes gone, and grinding her groin against his crotch. "Master, I'm so hungry," she moaned, all self restraint apparently gone out the window as Fleur let her clothing fall to the floor and climbed, shamelessly nude, into the opposite bed and beneath the covers.

Even with the petite form of his personal, living sex-toy sitting in his lap, Harry was sure it was seeing Fleur Delacour casually nude beneath the covers, watching them while she laid down for a night's rest that caused his penis to begin to swell and harden faster than Lilith had been getting it worked up before.

As she had expected, no doubt, it was soon trying to force its way past the waistband of his jeans, and as Lilith's own clothing vanished into nothing, one small hand came down to squeeze and rub his length through the cloth. She leaned in for a kiss, nibbling at his lower lip in a sensual way as they separated, and kept her eyes locked on his while she reached down for the hem of his shirt and lifted.

Harry's own arms raised to let her take it off of him, and those same hands moved onto his chest, running lightly over the slowly-building muscle there as she whispered, "Which hole do you want today, Master?"

"All of them," he said quietly, almost sub-vocally, against her mouth, his arms slipping from her waist to cup her buttocks, kneading and pulling, separating them as she began grinding against him.

"No, not tonight," she replied back, "you still need to rest, and a good feeding will keep me healthy enough for tomorrow. You're pretty pent up, it's been almost twenty-four hours since you've climaxed."

Harry could tell. Even caught in his jeans by the stiff, tight-woven cotton, his still stiffening and growing erection felt harder than ever. With each pulse of his heart, he could feel it throb, and idly wondered if it would eventually cut off circulation to his left leg. "That creature with the weird finger-tentacles in the mouth, the one from your world. That feels amazing, but... is there anything better? If you want me to rest, I should probably just cum fast and hard."

Lilith pondered, slipping off his lap and reaching down for his jeans with one snap and putting the other on her jaw line. "Well, there's a phnaffslishth, but it's... fairly male-gendered. So if you were Iris I'd recommend that."

"Maybe next time," Harry murmured, sending a glance over to Fleur, to see how she reacted to that little tidbit of information. But while the blonde girl was propped up on a pair of pillows and clearly watching them, she didn't seem to react.

"Or," Lilith shrugged as she put both hands on the task of unzipping now that his pants were unsnapped, "I can just give you a really, really good blow-job and let you rest some more."

Harry lifted his hips, putting his weight back on his hands, then both legs as she stepped back, tugging both them and his boxers down. His dick sprang up, slapping him in the stomach with a sound that almost sounded like a fist meeting flesh once it was clear, and stayed there as it rebounded, the angle making it point almost straight up. To his right, Harry heard Fleur's breath quicken at the sight of him, but he didn't think she had reacted in any other way. "That does sound pretty good... suck it, then."

"With pleasure," Lilith smiled, releasing his pants onto the floor and stepping in between his legs, not bothering to kneel. Instead, she flittered up into the air after that and spun, using magic more than her invisible wings to keep herself aloft, then lay down over her master's angled torso in a 69 position.

"Good idea, Pet," he murmured, and sat back upright. Harry's right hand went to the back of her head, resting there while she started licking rapidly at his tip, and the other slid under her bent legs at the back of her thighs, and pulled her tight little cunt toward his mouth.

"O-Ohhhh, yeassss," Lilith moaned as his tongue made contact with her sensitive flesh, then decided to stop teasing Harry and closed her lips around his tip before sinking down, all the way down his shaft until her nose pressed into his heavy, very full sack. Her magical tongue corkscrewed around his length while it was inside her mouth, twisting around him five or six times in that space, tugging at his lower half while her throat convulsed around the upper.

It was definitely Harry's turn to groan. The Succubus had never done that particular maneuver with him before.

He licked at her slit rapidly, tending mostly to the surface of what still, even after all this time, appeared to be a fresh, virginal cunt. The familiar taste of sweet bubblegum washed over his taste buds, reminding Harry strongly of a childhood he could not remember, had never experienced, and desired all the more for it. Then the creature before him slipped one hand lightly over his sack, kneading as it hung down, rolling his testicles in her palm, between her fingers. The other arm, defying gravity with a display of her strength, moved to the bed and pushed her up in a reverse press-up, sliding her mouth and throat along his probably fifteen-inch shaft.

He couldn't see the bulge when he looked down, her body was too close, but Harry was easily strong enough to reach up and grab her thighs, pulling her away just a little.

Beyond her petite, nubile chest, Lilith's slender throat looked like it almost doubled in thickness. He knew her body accommodated him naturally, but to see the swell of her stomach below her ribcage while he was in her mouth was something else. Awe-inspiring, almost disturbing, and so very, very arousing.

Two-thirds of your whole torso, love...

Harry was not sure if she received the thought or not, but he meant it either way. She still groaned again, rising and falling, as he brought her twat back to his face and resumed his work whenever it was in range.

The moment Harry wanted her to go faster, Lilith picked up the pace. As he realized he wanted a better, firmer grip from her lips and tongue, especially her throat, the Succubus did it. In the bed across the room, Fleur shifted, her legs opening as she slipped both hands between them and began openly frigging herself under the blankets.

He did not feel a wave of her arousal and lust, nothing like he had after making love to Ginny in front of Ron and Hermione out by the pond the last summer, when she had come out raving mad for sex, especially with him. But the same kind of in-born arousal Lilith generated in him, which seemed to both meld with and feed off his own, was overpowering in the room, and he knew he would not last much longer.

Like that first time with Daphne, it was just too much. Like the first blowjob from Lilith herself, he was unused to the pleasure. This time, while the physical sensations were intense, new, and even mind-blowing, it was the emotional need that drove him to grunt, nearly inhaling the Succubus' tiny little clitoris as his hand on her head slammed her down even harder, trying to force as much of his cock into her body as possible a moment before he released.

There wasn't enough mental ability left in him during those several seconds for Harry to count the burst, but Lilith happily did so as they forced her malleable throat even wider with every pulse that smashed into her temporarily relocated stomach like a liquid bullet. She could not help but climax too at the sensation combined with her Bonded Master's own orgasm of course, but still kept track. Nine, ten... twelve... f- fifteen... eig-eighteen, Master, oh sh... t-twenty, twenty-th-three...

That was the last one, at least big enough for her abused body to feel, and when Harry, hypersensitive even beyond his Rune-enhanced ability because of the crushingly powerful orgasm yanked her off of him, Lilith giggled as she spun mid-air, floating upright, and resting her hands on her belly. Then she smiled, turning sideways, "Look, Master, I'm pregnant with your seed."

Harry felt himself groan as he panted, strangely flagged by the strong climax for once, even as he felt his cock, satisfied as it rarely was, begin to rise up more at the idea.

"Ah, ah," Lilith said with another giggle, waving her finger at him like he was being naughty, "You need to sleep. Good night, Fleur. I hope you enjoyed that cum, too."

"I did, mon amie," the breathless half-Veela said softly.

As she climbed into bed with him, Harry told Lilith, spooning up behind her, "Leave it until I'm asleep, okay?"

She was a bit confused, until his right arm slipped over her waist and came to rest cupping her distended, swollen belly.

Then she smiled in the dark, nestling into his embrace a bit further, before sending a faint push of magic toward Fleur, who quickly fell into a dream-filled, happy sleep. Only then, when they were truly alone, she whispered, "I would bear you one if I could, Master."

She didn't know how awake he was, his own body was becoming enough like hers that even with their Bond continuing to strengthen, it was no longer easy to read him unless they were actively copulating. Thus, Lilith was a little surprised when he kissed the top of her head and his hand pushed against her belly a little harder for a moment, "I don't know if I could settle for one, my love."

That thought brought a sad, wistful look to her eyes as they filled with tears. While he slept quickly after that, Lilith did not sleep at all.

That wasn't even unusual, but being limited to the residents of the Burrow rather than Little Whinging or the residents of the Hogsmeade Valley left her needing to gather from everyone present nightly. But on this night, all the Succubus could think about was what could never be.

She simply was not human enough, no matter how much she might resemble them.

There were rumors, of course, myths and legends of the occasional Succubus who was on Earth long enough to figure out how to do it. But those Succubi never returned, not ever.

It was only myth and rumor.

Which was why Lilith cried. Back home, she had more than enough genetic material stored up already to make a child, for Harry was generous indeed with his semen. She would be given that right by their Elders, too, thanks to the stores she had so diligently gathered.

But doing so would cost her Harry.

The tears were a long time in ceasing.

"I don't like it," a very tired-looking Arthur Weasley said just after dawn the next morning, sending his wife, who was across the kitchen preparing breakfast for the horde, "but I can't argue with your logic, Harry. I... how much are we talking about? I don't want it to be too much."

"Ten Galleons a day," he said, knowing that was far too much, they would never accept it.

The shock both of the oldest Weasleys had in their faces when the looked his way was priceless, and Harry had to fight to keep down the smirk at how easy they were making this. "Absolutely not," Molly hissed, "That's far too much! T- Two is plenty!"

"Plus your effort? Nine."

Arthur sighed, "Harry, Molly likes feeding people. I'm not sure if you've noticed. Three is more than enough to cover the costs."

Harry shook his head, forcing on a scowl instead of the grin he wanted to wear, "I know you got a raise, Mr. Weasley, but this is too many extra mouths to feed and expect you to cover so much of it. Then what about clothes, bedding? Toiletries? Linens? You have to at least take eight."

"F- Four," Molly growled, looking legitimately annoyed, red-faced, "and not a sickle more!"

"Plus," Harry replied at once, "there's helping with homework over the break, and don't get me started on clothes shopping. That's a fortune, plus any school supplies that were damaged or just need replacing! Six is the absolute lowest I can go. Nothing else would be fair."

"It isn't fair to pay a Knut a day!" Molly cried, then slapped both hands over her mouth as she remembered the house was full of still-sleeping teenagers.

"You're right," Harry replied calmly, fixing her with a level look, "It isn't fair that your family should have to pay for all of them. That's why I'm helping. Five. That's it, no more discussion, or I make it ten a day again."

"Harry, you-"

"Molly," Arthur said quietly, "I don't think we're going to talk him out of this."

"You won't."

She deflated a bit, sighed, then turned back to the stove, wiping her eyes suspiciously. "Too much," she muttered.

Harry shook his head, reached for his mokeskin pouch, and withdrew a hundred and thirty gold coins from it, stacking them on the table. "This should cover the twenty-two days of the break. If you need more, tell me. I'm serious, both of you. You're taking on more than your fair share anyway. Aren't there, well, orphanages for magical children?"

"Well, no," Arthur answered, eyeing the large stack of coins uncomfortably, "There... well, once we had one. Warburton's Asylum for Wizarding Children. Lost, you see, about a century ago. The Knights of Walpurgis wiped it out."

Harry frowned.

"They were the forebears of the Death Eaters," Molly whispered.

Harry suddenly felt sick, but he pushed the pile of coins over to Arthur anyway. "Well, if you're running an impromptu one, consider me your first investor. Take it, and come to me if you need more. I mean it, you know I have plenty. I can afford to help, and I want to help."

"A- Alright, Harry," Arthur said quietly, reaching out and scooping one handful after another into his pockets, "I guess I'd better get going if I'm stopping at Gringott's before I go in to the Ministry. Thank you, Harry. You are a good man."

"So are you," Harry reminded him. "One other quick thing. I know you like to care for people, but I want to help take care of you, too. Winky!"

The elf appeared with a pop, her Hogwarts' tea-towel affixed properly, and she blinked up at Harry more clear-eyed than he had seen her since the night they met. "Sir calls for Winky?"

"Yes," he said with a smile, ignoring the growing look of horror on Molly's face, "This is the Weasley home, very old family, you know. They need some help caring for some long-term guests. Don't take no for an answer, but let Molly- she's just the one there- do things, too. She likes work, like a House-Elf does."

"Yes, Sir," Winky nodded a bit apprehensively, then turned to Harry, "Is... is Sir not happy with Winky's service, Sir?"

"No," Harry assured her, sliding off his chair to kneel before her kindly, "I'm very happy with it. You aren't leaving my service, you are only helping out here instead of at Hogwarts. That's all. Sometimes, Dobby might need your help where I'll be staying, too. It will probably be for about three weeks. Is that okay?"

"Harry, no, you can't do- this is too much," Molly blurted out hastily.

He ignored her.

Winky gave the graying red-head another look, then around at the house, where she could see a few heads even from here through the living room door. "Winky is happy to help, Sir."

"Excellent. Well, whenever you're ready. But remember, let her cook and clean, too. You can't do it all yourself. If you get bored, you can keep helping out at Hogwarts."

"Yes, Sir, Winky understands."

"Excellent."

Then she was gone. Harry looked up into the almost shocked faces of the Weasley parents, then shrugged, "What? You're family. She's family. Family helps each other out. I'm not going to argue about it, and I'm not going to change my mind."

Arthur sighed, shaking his head before standing from the table and going over to kiss his wife. "I'm off, then. I'll see you on Boxing Day, Harry, if you don't visit before."

Then he was gone, and a moment later out of the house entirely, vanishing in magically green flames from the hearth.

Molly, on the other hand, looked at Harry as if she were somewhere between relieved and disappointed. "Harry, this... it's too much," she moaned.

Harry shook his head, "It's not. You are my family, now, as long as you'll have me. They are my elves, like it or not. I couldn't just let her die, and Dobby, nutter that he is, wanted to serve. If I'm part of the family, then I should be able to help."

"You... you're such a sweet boy," Molly whimpered, and met the embrace Harry gave her silently.

Sirius Black arrived through the Floo about two hours later, and after greeting Molly, was informed that the children were 'up in Ron's room, saying goodbye', whatever that meant.

He should have known.

He might have, if he'd been thinking. But the thirty-seven year old was not prepared to see the youngest Weasley's nude body writhing atop his godson's lap, both facing the door. Or maybe they were watching Ron as he pounded Hermione's bum while she was on all fours on his bed, facing Harry's cot.

Neither Weasley stopped as all four teenager's eyes turned to him. And Sirius Black, for all that he'd played the field as a boy himself, had nothing to say in response. "Enjoying the show?"

He jumped at the sultry voice behind him, only recognizing Lilith by the demonic form she currently wore as she stood behind him. No one, he thought, had followed him up the stairs.

But at her cooing words, Ginny moaned, "C- Cumming," calling his eyes to her body as it jerked and spasmed, liquid gushing out of her slit and onto the floor.

She seemed to have triggered the rest, for Ron, then Hermione, and Harry all in rapid succession climaxed too. That was the last thing he was aware of before Sirius Black passed out into the arms of the Succubus.

"Mean," Harry chuckled as she dragged the old man into the room and laid him down on the floor in a mostly-comfortable position, while Ginny rose off of him and spun to slurp their fluids off his dick, and Hermione did the same to Ron. This time, Lilith let them have it.

"How so? I got here as fast as I could," Lilith shrugged, "Besides, now he can dream about exhibitionist Weasleys, too."

"I came so hard," Ginny said with an almost hysterical laugh after she'd cleaned Harry, "I didn't- didn't think I wanted an old man watching, but... my word."

"Come on," Lilith laughed, "He's not that old. Almost in his prime. And I know he'd be a good shag. No, I haven't you perverted girl, but I've seen his mind, and heard... well, his girl. I've seen her mind, too."

"I'll take your word for it," Ron muttered, glancing at Sirius, "How, uh, how long d'you reckon he'll be out?"

"A few minutes at most, why?"

The ginger looked up at Lilith, his eyes raking her body, "I... I've never, um, been with you like that."

But Lilith shook her head and giggled, running a long-nailed finger down his jaw as she morphed back into Lilian Vergot, a shape she still had reason to take on occasion, "Sorry, lad... perhaps during the hols Master will send me over to visit. It would only take a moment, now that I've been here for a day or two, even over the distance. Shadowstep is pretty useful, once I've attuned to a place. Very long-range, as long as I've been there a while."

"Nice," Harry said with a grin, standing up and pulling up his trousers, "I can visit too, then."

"You can just take the Floo," Ginny reminded him, rolling her eyes and giving his still half-erect dick a few pumps with her hand before it disappeared.

"Ah. Yeah."

"I couldn't bring you that far, Master, anyway. Short distances yes, but you're human and would suffocate over a long distance like this. About the most I could take you is... between the castle and the village or back."

"But you brought me here from London."

"Yes, in an emergency, when you were barely conscious and breathing slowly. It isn't safe for normal use that way."

"That's still dead useful, though."

She nodded at Hermione's impressed-sounding comment as the bookworm dressed herself, blushing slightly as she stepped, half-nude, over Sirius to find her discarded knickers and skirt. With her upper digestive tract full of Harry and her lower full of Ron, Hermione didn't want to go around without them... for now. Even if her parents would be getting only a couple of days of her this particular vacation.

... Unless... maybe they can visit Sirius...? Mm... that's an idea.

As she was facing away, no one caught the devious smile that spread on her face, but she really didn't think Harry or his godfather would mind.

After all... he'd liked it before, and Sirius was an old hound-dog.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione was the first to step through to The Doghouse, as the Floo Network Authority had named it (entirely not of his design, Sirius assured them, though everyone present knew he was lying). Five minutes after that, she was walking for the nearest bus-stop, which would take her to the train that would take her, in turn, home.

Harry hoped she would not be gone long.

But once she was out of sight down the walk, Harry turned to Sirius, who was still blushing. "So, did you think my girlfriend was sexy?"

"S- Shut up, Pup," the older man groaned, turning away.

"Why? I think she is. Don't you, Lilian?"

"I sure do," the statuesque blonde practically purred, "I'd love to get my mouth between those freckled legs again and just... mmm, mm!"

"She's- she's too young for me, Harry," Sirius growled, and if Harry didn't know better, he might have been intimidated by it.

"She'd still shag you if I asked, and like it," he shrugged, "But don't worry... I won't, unless you ask. I want you to be happy, that's all. If she's too young for you, then that's it. But my Pets- both of them- think you're a handsome enough bloke for an old man."

"Hey, I'm not old!"

"Okay, an older man," Harry corrected with a grin at his godfather's glare, "but hey, Ginny likes being watched. Turns her on, you know."

Sirius gave him a gimlet eye, "And- you?"

"What about me?" he asked innocently, as Lilian shook her head in amusement and started walking toward the stairway up to the bedrooms, carrying her own luggage but leaving Harry's for him.

"I notice you didn't stop, either," Sirius grumbled, "And her own brother was there."

"Can I let you in on a secret?"

"Don't see you've got much else to hide, at this point," Sirius muttered, turning away. "Lils would fekkin' have my hide."

That made Harry blush, but also grin. "Maybe... and Dad would probably tell you to hit it, wouldn't he?"

"... Maybe..."

"Well, I stand by what I said. I was being serious."

"You were being Harry, I was being-"

"Seriously? We're gonna do this now?"

"Always," Sirius laughed, then turned to pull his godson into a strong, lasting hug. "Missed you, Pup. Even if I could've gone forever without seeing your junk."

"Worth it for the rest of the view, though, right?"

"I guess. Still awfully young."

Harry shrugged, hefting his trunk over his shoulder like it weighed nothing, which made the older wizard boggle, "Come on up, we may's well put our stuff away while we talk. I need to spend a few hours with Lilith today, she's very hungry after the- the station, and me being out for so long, but we can talk for a bit."

It was strangely easy catching up with Sirius, Harry decided over the next two hours. Even discussing the attack on Platform 9 3/4 came far easier than he had expected, once Sirius asked him how he was doing. Sirius, after all, had been there too. Fought beside him. He understood, and it was no harder than it was with Ginny, or Hermione, or Ron.

"I'm surviving," Harry concluded after explaining in detail (at Lilian's urging with the buxom blonde's breasts pressed into his back as a distraction) exactly how he felt about it all with a day and more to process, "but it's going to be a long, long time before the anger fades. Fucking cowardly attack."

"You're right, it was," Sirius said, downing the last of the third shot of Fire Whiskey he had had during the more sensitive discussion. Harry had stuck with just one, though Lilith had assured him he could burn off the alcohol pretty easily if he wanted to. "Worst I've seen the Death Eaters pull off, too. Even if it failed. That was... a lot of dead."

Harry nodded.

"But enough being sappy," Sirius decided as he set his glass down, "What's the plan for the next few days?"

"Well, Christmas is right 'round the corner, if you didn't know," Harry said with a grin himself, glad for the change to a less-somber topic, "And... I'd like to visit Godric's Hollow. With Remus, too. If you're up for it."

The thought brought the older wizard up cold, but after a few seconds, he sighed, ran a hand down his face comically, then nodded. "I... I suppose we should. I've... never been. Never had a chance, or... well, the will, now that I'm a free man. But you're right. It... it feels like it's time."

"On Christmas."

Sirius nodded, "That's perfect. I'm sure Remus would love to go. Er... he and Tonks are, you know... together, now. He'll probably ask if she can come, but it's up to you. He won't be offended, and she won't, either."

Harry grinned, "That's excellent news! I was wondering when she'd get his head out of his wolfy arse. I don't mind at all."

Sirius grinned too, "I know, right? Anyway, I'll Floo him tonight. Hermione wanted to come over on Christmas too, right?"

"Well... she kind of hinted visiting the day before, too," Harry shrugged, "but didn't give me details. It's not like her, but she might have a bit of a surprise."

"Huh. Alright, well... it's still better here than the shitty Christmas last year," Sirius said, remembering Arthur Weasley's time in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries as well as Harry did.

"Too right."

Sirius glanced up over Harry's head, where Lilian was tantalizing him by running a fingertip around her lips suggestively, then patted his knees and stood up, "Well, I guess your Succubus has some needs you have to take care of, Harry. I'll leave you to it. Er... try to keep the sound down, eh? It's gonna be a lonesome night for me, I'm afraid."

"We'll try," Harry said with a smile once more, "but no promises."

"Bastard."

"You know my parents were married. Get out, perverted old man."

"You still suck."

All three laughed as he shut the door behind him.

Harry enjoyed the alone time with his sexy case-worker very much. Nine times, in fact, the longest stretch they'd had... maybe ever.

They didn't even sleep, and Harry didn't come out of his room until almost dinner the next day.

Lilian did only once, for about five minutes, to help Sirius get to rest.

She didn't tell Harry she'd done it with her mouth in addition to magic. He didn't need her to, and didn't care any more.

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