Harry was sitting in the medical tent while Madam Pomfrey was checking him over. "Despite some levels of exhaustion, you are unharmed," Poppy said in shock. After all these years she frankly expected that if Harry Potter survived his dragon, he'd only do so barely. "How did you manage that against a dragon?"
"Well it wasn't all that hard I guess," Harry shrugged as he looked around the tent to see the other champions recovering on their own beds.
He was just sitting as he watched Madam Pomfrey begin tending to the others when the flap of the tent was pulled back and Harry had about a second to brace himself as his wife plowed into him, toppling him onto the cot. "Oh Merlin, you're alive," Nymphadora said, her eyes glistening because she had been on the verge of breaking down watching Harry fight that beast. She began to pepper his face with kisses while squeezing him to her just to feel that he was still here.
Harry let out a grunt but managed to get his arms around her and hold her gently. "Yeah, it's going to take more than a small dragon to bring me down," Harry assured her by slowly rubbing his hand on her back. His wife always wore her heart on her sleeves, and in her hair since she was shifting colors until she was finally able to settle into a cool and calm blue just listening to the sounds of his breathing.
"Harry, that was no small dragon, the other three got ones that were less than half the size of what you faced," Nymphadora informed her husband that he must have drawn the short straw when deciding who got what dragons.
Blinking for a moment to process that he'd had the hardest battle, he just looked at how the other champions were worse off than him and then to the ceiling. "Oh," that was all he could say as a grin came over his face because if he could handle this, then maybe the rest of the tournament wouldn't be so bad.
Nymphadora just stroked his hair and held him for another minute before Ludo Bagman came in smiling as wide as can be. "A wonderful performance my good man," the organizer said to congratulate Harry on his spectacular victory. Turning his attention to the matron. "If everyone is ready the judges are going to make their determinations, so…"
The four champions made their way back to the center of the pit, each holding their golden eggs in hand but as Nymphadora moved to follow Harry out, Ludo Bagman stepped in her way. "Again, only the champions," offering her a smile to try and placate the lady.
"Oh sure," Nymphadora returned the smile, but she was faking it. Stomping out of the tent she went back up to where the judges were doling out their points. Hearing Karkaroff give Harry a measly four for one of the most impressive displays of magic she'd ever seen only irritated her further.
Making sure to speak loudly, she stepped up to Kingsley. "Hey Shack you mind going to get Madam Bones for me, tell her that Auror Potter has some newly discovered evidence of corruption at Hogwarts to go along with every other criminal activity I've documented."
The tall auror nodded his head as he heard a crash from behind him as Dumbledore came rushing over. "Nymphadora I thought you weren't going to say anything?"
"No, I was only going to keep quiet if you got Harry out of this farce, he still had to fight that monster so I feel it's only right to bring to the public's attention what went down before the task," Nymphadora smirked as she could see the other two headmasters looking fearful at the inevitable reveal of their deception.
"Kingsley wait a moment," Albus quickly said to stop the auror from leaving. Letting out a sigh, Albus looked the women in the eye. "What is it you want?"
"I wanted Harry out of this blasted tournament, but honestly he just kicked the butts of everyone else and he seems to be enjoying this. So instead of that I want…" Nymphadora hummed because she never figured blackmailing someone would feel this good.
After thinking about it for a few moments, with the headmasters waiting for her to give her demands, she finally settled on what would be the most beneficial to her husband. "Snape."
"You want Severus?" Albus blinked in confusion because he didn't quite understand that remark.
"Oh god no, but I want you to agree that Severus Snape is forbidden from giving Harry detentions or punishments anymore for all the remaining years Harry attends Hogwarts," explaining what she meant. She'd prefer that Snape was never allowed in the same country as her husband but she also knew that the Headmaster couldn't do that, or maybe he could but he'd never admit to it, so knowing that the man would no longer be allowed to bully Harry from his position would be enough for now.
"I cannot simply strip Severus of his ability to punish students, it would create chaos," Albus refused as he would have a hell of a time explaining that to the other professors.
"Not all the students, just Harry," Nymphadora glared. "He's a petulant man who shouldn't be teaching at all but I'm going to do what's best for my husband. So, Severus Snape is never again going to give Harry a detention or the reputations of two schools and nations are irrevocably tarred when their cheating is front page news."
Albus was prepared to call the witch's bluff when Olympe and Igor pushed forward. "For god's sake man, take the deal," Igor hissed because he did not care if Severus' ego was bruised, he didn't want to lose the security his job provided him, especially not when his mark was darkening.
"Dumblydore, it is our mistake for doing this but our students don't deserve to be punished for it," Olympe pleaded.
Letting out a sigh Albus nodded. "I will inform Severus that he is no longer to serve Mr. Potter any detentions."
"And if he ignores you and gives him one anyway?" Nymphadora raised an eyebrow questioningly. Because she wanted to know what the headmaster's plan for when, not if, Snape broke the deal.
"Then I will override any punishments given out," Albus agreed because he knew that Severus would test this agreement and with how unexpectedly domineering Mrs. Potter was, it would not surprise him to find that she would take this to its inevitable conclusion.
Going back to the castle for dinner the buzz about the tournament was electric, it was all anyone was talking about. And of those discussions Harry was the center of most of them. Because of all the guests in the school the tables were packed to the brim and the room was loud and full of life. "Harry," Fred called out to him from down the way.
"Yeah?" Harry responded as he moved to sit, a space quickly being made for him at the table.
"We're throwing a huge party in the common room to celebrate, you should come on by, and bring the missus, it's for you after all," Fred informed him of what they were still in the midst of planning. In the last few days Harry hadn't been with any of his house mates, as the news of his nuptials traveled fast around the castle.
"I'll be there," Harry promised and garnered some cheers for his acceptance.
The next moment Nymphadora planted herself next to him and squeezed him tight. "You look happy," Harry commented because his wife was looking like she'd just won a huge bet.
"Extremely, guess who just got one over on a certain potions professor?" Nymphadora giggled because the concessions the judges had given her were going to go a long way in making her and her husband's time at the school much easier. She looked up at the head table and saw a very, very surly looking potion's master taking his normal seat.
"The other Gryffindors are going to throw a victory party, and I agreed to make an appearance," Harry said before taking a sip of his juice. "Did you want to come by and see how the lions party?"
"I think I will take you up on that offer," Nym smiled because she liked that Harry wasn't completely ostracized in the castle. After stopping off at her quarters to get the bedroom all ready for the night's activities because while she was terrified to see Harry fight a dragon it was so arousing to see him defeat a dragon and she was going to show him just how grateful he should be to still be alive all night long.
By the time she arrived at the Gryffindor Dorms the party was in full swing, she'd never been in this dorm before but as Harry had given her the password the Fat Lady had let her in.
"Nym," Harry shouted with glee as he saw his wife come into the common room. A path cleared to let her cross over to him.
With a grin she came over and draped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, much to the oohing and awwing of the other students. "My husband beat a dragon," she shouted and got cheers from the crowd.
She saw a few students who she was pretty sure were underaged, like the twins holding small bottles of firewhiskey and sure it was illegal, but so long as it was kept to the sixth years and above she could let it slide for tonight and she'd only stop them if someone got too drunk or a kid got their hands on it.
The party was wild, music was playing, people were having fun. There was plenty of food and some banners had been put up with a drawing of a very heroic looking Harry facing off against a monstrous dragon.
Stepping away to grab a drink for herself, she watched a couple of younger students came rushing over to Harry and were clamoring for his autograph which he happily gave, and Nym suspected that if Harry was still single that some of the girls would be asking for him to sign their chests and maybe take the party elsewhere. It was cute to watch him interact with the first years, she liked that he was good with the little ones.
But due to her training to be an auror she picked out sounds that didn't fit in with everything else and she turned her head at a scoff to see on the stairs leading up to what she presumed were the boy's dorms was Ron Weasley holding a butterbeer and glaring at Harry.
And then she remembered the conversation she had with Charlie earlier that she had forgotten about in her mad dash to try and get Harry out of the tournament.
It was obvious to Harry that something just pissed off his wife the way that her golden blonde hair changed to a fiery red, he excused himself from talking with Dean and tried to cross the room to see what was up before a scuffle silenced the event.
"Ger'off me," Ron grunted as he was held up against a wall.
"The hell were you thinking you prat?!" Nymphadora shouted, keeping a tight grip on his robes so he didn't just scurry upstairs to avoid getting called out.
Everyone stopped their revelry to see what the commotion was about. From yesterday's blow up on the professors in the Great Hall it cemented in their mind that Mrs. Potter was a hothead.
Placing a hand on her arm to get to her let go of Ron, Harry looked at her with concern. "Nym what's wrong? Did Ron do something?" wondering if Ron had acted foolishly to piss her off just now.
"It's not what he did, it's what he didn't do," Nymphadora answered. "I sat with Charlie for the first task, with him and the other dragon handlers that came from Romania. And you know what he told me?"
Harry recalled meeting Ron's older brother twice, once in his first year to help out Hagrid and the other just a few months ago at the World Cup. "What'd he say Nym?"
"He gave Ron instructions to tell you to meet up with Hagrid so you could get a hint for the first task. Since in his words after everything you did for their family, he'd feel guilty about you going in blind against a dragon," Nymphadora explained as she then turned a glare back to Ron who just huffed angrily. "But he never did that, he kept it to himself, you could have bloody well died in that pit just because he'd been a jealous little shitegobbler about this whole tournament."
Harry looked at Ron and could see the guilt growing on his face because now that he'd been confronted by the reason why his brother wanted him to pass along this information, even if he was so against wanting to be around Harry, his brother had wanted him to do this for him. "Oh Ron," Ginny sadly said over the quiet.
Her disappointment must have been apparent to him from the way she was looking at him. Harry had saved her life and never asked for anything in return for it and this could have been vital to keeping him safe. That was something anyone in her family should have jumped at the chance to do for someone as humble as him. But this green-eyed monster that gripped their brother could have been more dangerous than the yellow-eyed one Harry fought hours ago.
"Ginny it wasn't like that, I didn't-, if he'd just. If he'd just come clean about this whole thing, I would have told him. He's the one being stubborn," Ron said in defense of his decision to keep quiet. "It wasn't like Charlie told me it was dragons either."
"But you should still have believed me when I told you. I told Sirius and he did immediately," Harry said as shocked gasps rang out around the room, but Harry didn't care he was more fixated on trying to find out just why his former best friend couldn't believe his innocence.
"When did you tell Sirius all this?" Ron questioned just when Harry got into contact with his godfather.
"That night you came down, I had been talking to him through the floo and we had to cut it short because we didn't know who would overhear it," Harry sighed, because right now Sirius was safe. He trusted that Andromeda and Ted could keep out anyone who might want to come after him. They were his family now and that's what family did, they kept each other safe. Which just proved to him that Harry and Ron weren't family, because Ron did something that could have gotten him killed.
"You told me you weren't talking to anyone, why'd you lie to me?" Ron shouted at Harry for telling him he was hearing voices that night. He could tell him it was Sirius, he knew about him already.
"Because I couldn't trust you!" Harry bellowed and huffed angrily. "I couldn't trust that if I told you I was talking to Sirius, that he had come back to Britain because he found out I was in this tournament, because he was worried about my safety that you wouldn't go blabbing it to everyone just to get back at me. Because if I did and the ministry got him, I- I don't know what I would have done."
That was a verbal slap to the face and Ron recoiled from the words. His best friend didn't tell him something because he thought he'd go and get an innocent man killed, all because of this tournament. And try as he might he couldn't say he'd never do that, if he was angry enough he'd probably have grumbled to Dean or Seamus and they might have told someone about Harry being in communication with Sirius Black. It could easily have made its way to the ministry and they would have acted.
And because he kept the information his brother wanted relayed to himself, Harry could have gotten killed if he was unlucky. "I- I'm sorry," Ron said as he looked down at his feet realizing just how this jealously of his was tearing apart his friendship. "I screwed up. I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"
Harry just exhaled and took off his glasses to rub his brow. "Ron, I don't know if I can do that. If it was just you not believing me, maybe, but I didn't know about this whole business with Charlie. I don't know what kind of person you are now. I don't think I can rely on you like I used to knowing that you might be keeping stuff like that from me."
Finally remembering where he was, Harry turned to see the crowd of students that had just earlier been having a wonderful time. "I'm sorry I ruined the party, it was supposed to be a celebration and now it's just shouting. But can I ask that you all keep quiet about Sirius, he still has the Kiss on Sight order but he's innocent, please believe me he's an innocent man and he shouldn't have to die because the minister didn't want to listen to me."
Angelina Johnson pushed her way through the crowd. "Absolutely, if you say Sirius Black is innocent, we believe you. We'll keep our mouths shut won't we," turning to face the rest of the house who all nodded in agreement.
"I'm gonna go back to my quarters, sorry to cut it so short," Harry said as he made his way through the mass of students, his wife following closely behind him.
Once back in their suite together Harry noticed that his wife had clearly intended for the after party to be very active. There was a bottle of wine, some velvet rope tied to the bedposts, a blindfold and some body oils. "Oh Nym, I'm sorry I ruined this all for you," letting out a groan Harry apologized for not being in the proper mood to let her use this all on him.
He felt arms snake around him. "Don't worry about it," Nymphadora said. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. After all I'm the one who was ticked off at Ron."
"But you've only ever done this for me, and everyday I've been grateful for how much you care," Harry reached up and grasped her hand in his.
"Of course I did, you're my hubby," Nymphadora responded as she nuzzled the top of Harry's head. She could still smell the barest hints of smoke on him from the dragon's breath.
"Well I haven't really been a good husband," Harry muttered to himself. "You've gone above and beyond what I expected from anyone else in this world. Your mum and dad are helping me with all my troubles, you stood up to the professors for me, you tried to save me from this tournament, you took me to see my parents. You've shown me so much love and I just don't see how I can ever repay this immense kindness."
"It's not about repayment Harry," Nymphadora chuckled because he could see that his mentality of the relationship was still stuck in the teenage mind where you traded things for other things, such as going on a certain number of dates gets you some type of sexual favor or doing homework together enough days out of the weeks gets you out of trouble for getting caught ogling another girl. That type of childish thing. And she knew that some of what Harry was doing was imitating whatever he might have seen on the telly growing up because that was likely his only frame of reference for anything close to romance.
But she wanted him to understand that in a truly loving and equal relationship, it's not about who does more than the other. It's about doing something for someone you love to show them just how much you love them and knowing they will do the same without prompting. It wasn't a game where they tallied points to see who was the better spouse. It was a team effort where the end goal made both of them happy.
And she could honestly say that she was happy with Harry. He clearly felt the same way, so turning him around, Nymphadora tilted Harry's head up to catch his lips.
"It's about love. And I love you, my adorable little husband," Nymphadora bit his bottom lip before releasing it. She felt his hands move down to her waist. "And I can tell that you love me too, so don't stress about what you can't do now, just focus on what you can do today."
"Okay," Harry breathlessly said as Nym led him over to the bed.
She fell onto the mattress and started to pull down her jeans. "But if you do want to show me some appreciation…"
With a grin she moved her panties out of the way. "Then I wouldn't say no to you getting down here and licking my cunt."
Harry gulped and nodded as he removed the jeans and tossed them aside, lowering his face to his wife's crotch. He knew she liked it when he rubbed her there and since she said to lick it he'd do anything she asked him to.
Planting his lips on her pussy he slowly ran his tongue up the length of her entrance and heard her let out a sensual moan of delight. "Just like that baby boy," Nymphadora said while biting her finger, her other hand reaching to squeeze her tit through her shirt and bra.
Lightly nodding his head, he kept licking his wife's pussy like it was a lollipop. Hearing her moan and seeing her grope her own breasts was a wonderful experience. "Oh Harry," Nym purred his name as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being eaten out.
He knew this felt good for her, his own cock throbbed at what he was doing as well but when she sucked his cock, it felt like he was close to heaven and that's how he knew he could do better than this.
He treated what his mouth was attached to like they were a regular set of lips, kissing and sucking just as she did whenever she pushed him up against something sturdy. Flicking his tongue inside he could see that Nym was in ecstasy. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he buried himself deeper which brought her from breathy moans to high pitched squeals of delight as his tongue wiggled inside of her.
He could smell her lusty aroma with her crotch placed up against his face and the more he licked and sucked the stronger the smell of her juices mixed in with her sweat. He could get drunk on that scent.
He wanted to get drunk on this.
Nymphadora's body was on fire as her husband was building up her orgasm, running her hands down her body she settled them into his hair and raked her nails through his scalp before grasping some strands and tugging on them.
Harry felt the yank and sped up, like a driver holding the reins of a horse, every pull made him flick his tongue faster and deeper. Moving his jaw to worship the most sensitive and sensual part of his lover, his wife, his everything.
"Harry, oh god Harry," Nymphadora whimpered as she felt herself getting ready to release. "Harry, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, don't stop. Let me cum."
Listening to her angelic pleas Harry didn't relent, he kept his muscles working as fast as they could so that his wife could cum. So that she could let her hot pussy juices erupt into his mouth and all over his face. He could feel the heat coming off her body and he just closed his eyes and focused on the pleasurable sensations, his dick was stiff in his pants wanting to be freed but the restraint felt great and the more he drank the harder he got.
Finally she let out a powerful cry and Harry's mouth was awash in her orgasm. Coming off her crotch to breath he felt her fluids splatter on his reddened face. He watched her body shudder in orgasmic bliss from what he had done to her. He had made her cum, made her cum like a fountain.
After a full minute of watching her body tense and quiver Harry saw her go still. "Oh baby," Nymphadora gasped out.
She felt the mattress move as her husband brought himself up onto it. Hands moved to remove her top and bra. "You wanna keep going?" Nymphadora licked her lips in anticipation.
Harry planted kisses all the way up her torso, each breast getting special attention before he moved to her collarbone, her neck and then finding her mouth. "I'm yours until my body gives out my love," Harry said as he lined up his shaft and wet it on her slick entrance before sticking it inside her.
"Good answer hubby," Nymphadora cried out in delight as her husband fucked her with everything he had.