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Harry was sitting in the parlour room and going through the edition of the Daily Prophet that had somehow ended up in his home. Elaine, he figured, was responsible; Corene had never once looked at a newspaper so far as he'd seen. Speaking of his witches, the former, Elaine, was already off to the Ministry, undoubtedly keen on settling more of her paperwork or the like. She'd always been a busy body and there wasn't any reason to think that'd ever go and change. Corene, meanwhile, oft spent her time at home with him whensoever she could.

Right this second, for example, she was in just the next room over, speaking with Momsey in the kitchen. She and Elaine had each been doing so many a time recently, which made him wonder just what the pair were up to… well, not really. He sort of knew their desires already, but he wondered what advice they'd be getting from the house-elf.

I suppose I could just ask. It's no—

"Tea." Corene's voice called, the girl appearing behind where he sat without so much as making a peep. "For you."

Harry didn't get to finish his thought as he smiled up at her and reached out to take it. "Thanks," he furrowed his brows when he looked at her more closely, the fire illuminating her.

Corene's face was red-hued, and her eyes were lidded. It wasn't at all how she typically looked, and as he reached for the tea, his hands only just glancing it, the cup fell free from her hands as a cute little sneeze forced its way out of her. Had it been hot, that'd have been quite the issue, but fortunately — and weirdly — the tea was cold enough so that it seemed like it'd not so much as been warmed up as it had always been before.

All the same, Harry was now sat on the couch, his clothing drenched, and the article he'd been reading, wet and falling apart in his hands. He looked up at Corene, blinked at her, and brought his closer hand up to his mouth; he took a small errant drop to taste and spoke not a second later. "For what it's worth, it was good as ever."

Corene blinked at him, the red hue of her face seemingly stronger than when first he'd seen it as she shifted from side to side — her body was almost moving as a snake was, only in place.

The two looked at one another for a few seconds, and after righting herself, her stance stilling, she spoke. "My apologies," she said with a polite dip of her head, her wand appearing in her hand. When she spoke again, it was whilst she waved it over him, drying his clothes. "As the recompense for the mistake I've just made, I propose you impregnate me. Do you agree?"

Harry looked around as soon as those words came free of Corene. Surely, Elaine was around here somewheres… right?

When he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, he looked at Corene again. As she'd been doing before, she was squirming, and in a way that he didn't mind in the slightest. And Merlin, did she look flushed and snoggable.

Harry rose from his seat, his clothes no longer dripping and in an instant, he swept her up and into his arms. He could immediately feel the level of heat she had in its abundance, and when she rose up to kiss him as soon as she was securely in his arms, it was over.

He'd not see much more of the day.

Harry had just washed and dressed for the day when he came out to a conversation between Corene and Elaine, and it wasn't one that he'd have expected to ever hear. Not even remotely.

"My apologies, Elaine," Corene said with a dip of her head as the two sat beside one another in their nightgowns; he noticed that Elaine looked especially randy, not that such a thing was remotely rare. "Were you a wizard as Harry is, I'd allow you the same opportunity to ravish me as you'd like. Compromise — why don't you let Harry ravish you and I hold you whilst he does so?"

He blinked. The girls still hadn't noticed his presence and because of that, he had to check something. Harry reached down and pinched his arm; it hurt. It hurt a lot. This wasn't a dream. Wait. This wasn't a dream.

Huh.

"I like Corene's idea." The bloke in him responded before any other part of his mind had so much as a split-second to process anything else.

"A moment of your time?" Corene asked, her head poking into his office and her long, dark hair cascading down against the wood. As she always did, she made for a most divine view.

"Please," Harry said as he gestured for her to enter. "Sit wherever you'd like."

Mayhaps those words weren't literally meant, but Corene treated them as so when she came over and plopped herself down in his lap. Unlike with Elaine, when Corene did so, it wasn't so much for a form of pleasure or satisfaction in a sexual sense, but for affection and the contented feelings that cuddling brings.

"I wish to discuss the topic of our future children. Yours, mine, Elaine's. Now?" Corene's eyes, dark and so very innocent-looking, had him cracked in all of a second.

His arms wrapped around that slight waist of hers, securing her form against his own as his one-word answer was given. "Yeah."

"My thanks," Corene said, and then she took in a breath, with words following very shortly thereafter. "I would request that any form of physical punishment in regards to children not be done. It's an archaic, primitive and Muggle form of discipline that I hold no favour for, only contempt on account of the trauma it brings on."

"We'll never do that," he assured her in an instant. Elaine would kill him if he so much as spanked one of their kids, he reckoned — not literally but in a way with magic he didn't wish to think about — and he'd get rid of any witch that hurt a child.

"That leads me to a question that isn't regarding children, but in their creation," Corene said, Harry's mind immediately going cave-man mode as he looked at the witch astride him more closely. "I've noticed in no small amount of, shall we say, literature, during my studies that many women have a fondness for being struck upon their rears. I would like clarification to the confusion I feel, for it's my understanding that such experiences are altogether horrible in what they bring on later in life or the immediate aftermath. Assistance, please."

Harry blinked at her. He wasn't sure if she was being serious with him, or if she was jesting. Surely it had to be the latter, right? Everybody old enough to know why a witch might want to get spanked, well — they knew why.

"I require an explanation, lest I need to visit Elaine to ask her the same question which I've asked you," Corene almost seemed as if she was pouting at him in an Elaine-like fashion, meaning her arms were folded and her eyes, for a change, were narrowed at him.

Unlike Elaine, she looked far too cutesy and not nearly as intimidating. He was such a lucky bloke to have both of them.

Corene dipped her head once and rose from him. "I will go and speak with Elaine, and an answer, I'll demand," she started to walk away from him with those wasteless steps, her gracefulness never failing to impress him or remain consistent despite the other changes she'd undergone in recent times.

As she marched off, intent on seeking an answer for spanking, he couldn't help but watch her with a grin. Merlin, he hated when she left, but he loved to watch her go.

Nearly an hour later, with Harry still sitting at his desk and going over the abundance of paperwork that was necessary to do in a day, Corene made her return. He set down the letter he'd had in his hands at the time of her arrival and looked at her, taking note of how her pout from before had manifested once more; or as much of a pout as she'd ever pull off.

"Well?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Elaine failed to prove an answer and used the time of my question to make jests. There was also a snogging that was attempted, but I desire my answer before I return and do as she wishes," Corene promptly marched over to him, her eyes locking his, and when she reached him, she pointed at the desk. "Example."

"Come again?"

"I require a demonstration so that I might be able to determine by way of first-hand experience why these witches might enjoy being spanked," Corene looked at the table again, and then back at him; her head cocked to the side when her vision stayed on him. "How would you like me?"

The question wasn't meant remotely how it sounded, Harry knew that. It didn't even seem as if Corene thought this was sexual, and seeing as Elaine hadn't told her, he was split on whether or not he should; maybe she'd even suggested that Harry spank her to test it out.

That was a funny thought.

Harry snorted as he stood up and nodded. "Alright," he said as he directed her. "I'll give you your demonstration."

And he did; Corene seemed perplexed, and from there, she hummed. "Inconclusive," she said after a few seconds. "Furth experimentation is required. Continue."

The fact it was said over her shoulder, with her still in position, well, it made Harry as randy as it did amused.

Nearly a week later, and with Harry still thinking about Corene's last request, she emerged with yet another. The tea he'd been drinking when she'd arrived and spoke to him, had very nearly been spewed out before him, were it not for his degree of self control.

"Harry, I overheard Aster referring to Elaine as bangable? What does this mean?" Corene shifted upon reaching him, her head cocking to one side as her hip cocked to the other; she seemed the picture of inquisitiveness. "Would you think me to be bangable? Should I discuss this with Elaine? Would she describe you as bangable? Why could I not find this word in the dictionary?"

At the myriad of questions asked his way, he couldn't but blink and wonder how she'd overheard Aster say something the likes of which he did… he also had to wonder what Aster was saying at the time too. He didn't quite fancy Aster describing Elaine as bangable, but he supposed so long as it remained a compliment, that was fine.

"Bangable, yeah?" he asked, leaning back. This would be a fun question. After the last one she asked, maybe he'd just answer her straight this go around.

"Bangable." Corene said it with such finality, he couldn't help but to crack a grin.

She hadn't a clue as to what she was saying. Merlin. He loved her. If a few people wished to damn him for having two witches to himself — two beautiful, powerful, absurdly strong witches, he'd let himself be damned time and time again.

"Right, come here," he motioned for her to move closer, and she did as he bid her, plopping down astride him as Elaine oft did.

When she did so, he leaned in and spoke to her, his lips nearly moving against her ears. From there, he explained just exactly what the term meant and her response was immediate. That inquisitive look of hers dissipated, replaced by a look of understanding as she nodded.

"Bangable," she repeated aloud to herself, her tone softer and without the curious edge it previously had. "I need not ask Elaine, then. Bangable would be an apt word to describe you. Yes."

That was that, apparently. She was satisfied, and he was, apparently — and thankfully — bangable.

Harry reaffirmed his hold around her waist and spoke huskily into her ear. "You're bangable too."

When Corene's lips went upturned, so too did his and then he laughed like a dork; a second later, when Corene let out a squeak during the midst of his laughing, it made his love for her grow even larger, if such a thing were even possible.

Harry's eyes were blinking away the blurriness that'd begun to settle. He was tired. Very tired. The action of keeping his eyes open alone seemed a task he was ill-fitted for, and when added to the fact that he was resting his head in Corene's lap as her hands combed through his hair… well, it was only a matter of time before sleep took him.

And Merlin, what a wonderful sleep it'd be. Corene was motionless and her thighs made for the softest of pillows, her actions, repeated perfectly time and time again, had him wrapped around her pinky finger; it was what he imagined a slice of heaven might be like.

Sleep began to take him then.

Corene, meanwhile, shifted. Her head moved left and right, glancing casually around their home so as to confirm nobody was near — they'd had a dinner celebration this evening — and upon doing so, one of her hands that'd been combing through his hair stopped. It patted and ruffled his oft messy hair with a nature of not but love.

The feelings still seemed strange to her, as did the recent dreams she'd been having, but she'd never seemed so alive as she now felt. Corene glanced around again, assuring herself there truly was nobody near to her, and from there, she leaned down, brushing aside her long, black hair.

Not a second later, her lips, soft, pink and slight, pressed against Harry's forehead. Her lips lingered there for a few seconds, their softness wondrous as it roused Harry from the near-full embrace of sleep.

"I love you," Corene said, her voice with a light inflection of affection that made the chorus of monotony not the dominating factor it often made itself out to be. After those words came from her, the combing of his hair resumed, and Harry's head felt lighter as he couldn't help but let the feelings take him.

Still, before he succumbed completely to Corene and her sweetness, he got out three words. Three of which he was all too glad for her to hear.

"... love you… too," he said in a voice thick with the desire to sleep and stay resting with her.

He'd not quite been asleep; such a realisation would strike Corene upon those words coming from him. Well, that was especially embarrassing, for it very likely meant that he'd heard and seen her shift before her actions. He might think her embarrassed or overly demure now.

Unfortunate.

Corene shifted out from under him, her deft hands ensuring that his head didn't fault as she moved out from under him. "Embarrassed." she said to him with a dip of her head, her cheeks red and bottom-lip bit, his eyes only just clocking the changes. "I'll return shortly. The need to rid myself of the embarrassment coursing through me is especially irresistible at this point in time. Thought. Your store of firewhiskey — I shall attempt to clear it."

And with that, she was gone.

Harry wished he'd caught her visage with a wizarding camera, and when he recalled what she'd just said, he was off, up and after her.

One peer out of the nearest window told Harry what he'd felt in his bones had been true. The outside conditions had worsened, and a storm had rolled in; an especially heavy one that could be felt by the soft, incessant thuds against the glass windows of their home. Elaine had gone off to work already, intent on seeing to the many problems the Ministry could consistently create.

As for Harry and Corene, the pair had issues of residence to solve in regards to the extra buildings sprinkled along their property they'd only recently begun to restore after having found them. Thanks to the adverse weather, they'd likely stay inside and see to much of the planning today — perhaps they'd even take a bit of a day to themselves.

Pop.

Laddey appeared with two mugs in his little hands, those large expressive eyes peering up at Harry before they turned on the aforementioned witch seated in a seat before the fire with her hands outstretched. Corene typically made for the quintessential Pureblood daughter, but in instances such as this, she didn't.

Not with her legs pulled up to her chest as she sought the warmth of the fire.

"Thanks, Laddey," Harry said with a smile as he took the two mugs from his house-elf friend. "Here, Corene," he said when Laddey popped away.

One mug gently floated over to Corene as Harry brought his own up to his mouth for a sip.

"Refuse."

After swallowing the sip he'd taken, Harry looked away from the window and over to Corene. Sure enough, as she'd exclaimed, she refused the mug of hot chocolate he'd ordered for the pair of them. He blinked when he saw as much, all but in shock at her refusal. He couldn't for the life of him fathom why this was one of her favourite pastimes.

He moved away from the window and closer to her. "Is it bad?" he asked, perplexed, moving closer still and peering into the mug she'd only just refused.

It looked normal so far as he could tell.

"The taste isn't the issue. I've gained precisely one-tenth of a kilogram, and as such, I've seen fit to cease my current eating habits in their entirety," Corene glanced wistfully at the mug of hot chocolate, and then she looked away from it, her eyes focusing on his own. "Yours."

Harry shook his head. "Nope, it's still yours," he said as he plopped down beside her on the chair, pulling her smaller figure against his own as they pressed into one another; his mug was held aloft to the side. "Besides, I wouldn't mind if you gained a bit of weight, no—"

In an instant, the mug was raised to Corene's lips and the girl was taking a long, happy draw from the steaming, chocolatey liquid.

He couldn't help but grin and do the same.