Wait, She’s The Collateral

by ttyyt

Harry’s sick and tired of Ron using him as a piggybank. He finally reached the end of his patience when the redhead comes to him again for money to buy tickets to the Chudley Cannons. When Harry demands a collateral, Ron pushes his very willing wife into his lap. Maybe loaning money to Ron isn’t that bad afterall.

Chapter 1

Harry's eyes twitched in irritation as his supposed friend came to him asking for more money. He was a generous man to all of his friends, never hesitating to help them if it was in his power, but this was pushing the limits of what any sane man could take.

Ron Weasley was his brother-in-law and one of his oldest friends, but Harry felt like throwing a blasting curse in his direction right now.

"Let me get this straight. You want a thousand galleons… for Chudley Cannon tickets. Why do you think I would give you more money when you already owe me tens of thousands that you haven't paid back?"

Ron shamelessly waved Harry's questions away, "Come on, mate. We're practically brothers. Why would you want me to pay you back?"

"… Because you asked for a loan, not a gift," Harry slumped in his chair as he gave up, "You know what, Ron? I know I'll never get that money back, but don't ever come back to ask me for more."

"Come on, Harry. You can't do that to me!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Last I checked, you aren't my wife. Your sister is. I have no obligation to fund your life."

When Ron kept arguing for the money, Harry threw his hands up and said, "Fine! You want the money? Give me collateral for it so I'll have something if you flake again."

Ron opened his mouth to argue again but closed it with a thoughtful look. He apparated out without another word making Harry sigh in relief. He almost wanted to remove Ron's name from the list in the wards to permanently block him out, but Ginny would probably make him sleep on the couch if he did that.

Just when Harry thought he finally had some peace and quiet, he heard a loud crack along with the wards alerting him of the two people that just apparated in.

Gritting his teeth, Harry ground out, "Ron, I swear you dare ask me for money again…."

In his rage, Hermione was ignored by the raven-haired wizard as he glared at Ron, who had the gall to stand there smugly with arms crossed. When Harry's words trailed off, Ron said, "Relax, mate. I got you the collateral you wanted!"

Harry stared at him blankly before pinching his nose in frustration. After a few seconds to gather himself, Harry said with surprising calm, "Hello Hermione, it's been a bit since I've seen you."

Hermione looked between her husband and her best friend in confusion, "Umm, it's good to see you too, Harry… What's going on here?"

Harry sighed, "Ask that blockhead you married."

Ron didn't even need Hermione to ask before he started to say what he wanted from Harry. It couldn't almost be called a skill to keep such a straight face when being so shameless like Ron was right now.

Harry could see how furious Hermione was getting, and while he was glad to know that she was taking his side, a small part of him felt somewhat sorry for Ron. Hermione would rip him a new one after they went home.

At the end of Ron's explanation, Hermione wordlessly pulled out a key before tossing it to Harry. With his seeker reflexes, Harry caught it before looking at Hermione curiously.

She saw that and said, "It's a little less than what Ron has taken from you, Harry, but I'll pay you back the rest from my next paycheck."

"Hermione! That's our vault key!"

Hermione snarled at Ron, "Congratulations for stating the obvious, Ronald. Because of you, we have nothing left!"

"Hermione, I don't ne…."

"Harry, shut up," Hermione interrupted, "This isn't the time to be forgiving. Ron has taken enough advantage of your generosity. Imagine if we had children and he did this! It's better that he learns his lesson now."

Harry showed a clear struggle on his face before deciding to not argue with her. He'll find some other way to get this money back to Hermione if she wouldn't take the key back.

"Alright, stop!" Ron yelled while throwing up his hands, "Harry asked for collateral, so I'm going to give it to him!"

Harry shared an exhausted look with Hermione before he said, "Ron… what could you possibly have that's worth that many galleons."

"Her!" Ron exclaimed while pointing at Hermione.

Harry gained a weird look on his face, "… Sorry, are you suggesting that Hermione is the collateral?"

He couldn't help but let his mind fall in the gutter for a moment. Hermione was never much of a looker in school… until she was. It had hit Harry like a wall of bricks one year that one of his best friends was a female and a beautiful one at that. However, by that time, Harry was already dating Ginny and Hermione was with Ron. It was a secret that Harry kept to himself, and he honestly thought it was pretty tame. He never intended to act on it.

Now Ron was thinking of handing his wife over as collateral. Harry briefly had an image of fucking Hermione on the couch he was sitting on while Ron was at the game. He firmly shoved that thought out of his mind.

"Ron…," Harry shook his head in disappointment, but Hermione said something that made him freeze in shock.

"I'll do it."

"Great! That should be enough for the money, right Harry?" Ron said with a smile.

Harry ignored the moron and looked at Hermione with a wary look. Before he could say anything, Hermione told Ron, "Let's get this straight. If you take this deal, Harry can do whatever he wants with me as long as you haven't paid him back."

Harry's eyes darkened in lust as Ron just rolled his eyes at what Hermione told him, "Come on, Hermione. Don't try scaring me with that. Harry's married to my sister. Why would he want to touch you?"

Harry could actually think of multiple reasons for why he would want to touch Hermione. Ginny was a beautiful woman, but that didn't mean that Hermione was any less so. He had honestly lost the number of times he used her tight arse as wank material in Hogwarts, though the guilt that hit Harry after was quite terrible.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron's assumption before turning to Harry, "Is that true, Harry? Would you really leave a witch like me untouched?"

Harry paused before saying unsurely, "No?"

Hermione beamed at him before turning back to her husband, "See? Would you really be okay with your best friend fucking your wife?"

Ron once again rolled his eyes. He clearly heard Harry's hesitation when he answered Hermione, so it was most likely just a show for Ron to see the consequences of taking the money. Thinking that he had everything figured out, Ron said, "Mate, let me borrow the money."

Harry had previously felt like hitting Ron with a blasting curse. Still, looking at Hermione's expression, he thought that the curse wasn't strong enough for how much of an arse Ron was right now. After Harry threw a bag of galleons at Ron, Hermione was left in Potter Manor as promised.

Harry sighed as he looked at Hermione's surprisingly amused expression, "Hermione… I'm sorry."

Hermione shook her head, "It's not your fault. I thought that Ron would eventually mature, but he hasn't changed at all. He's just grown more entitled."

Harry agreed with her silently but kept quiet. He hoped that Ron's attitude would be fixed soon, but he had a feeling that Hermione would be stuck to a man-child for the rest of her life. He mentally thanked Merlin that his marriage with Ginny turned out much better.

"So? How do you want me?"

Harry's wandering thoughts focused back on Hermione, "What was that?"

"My husband gave me to you as collateral. I have no complaints about that so do you want to have a bit of fun? Just to teach Ron a lesson?"

Harry stared at Hermione in shock. He waited for her to say that she was just joking, but Hermione looked to be serious. All of the thoughts that Harry tried so hard to get out of his mind came rushing back. He tried to look unaffected, but Harry couldn't stop staring at Hermione's pink lips.

One of his earliest wank materials was imagining Hermione on her knees with her lips stretched around his cock. She was practically inviting him to do what he wanted… So why was Harry hesitating to make his teenage dreams a reality?

"Hermione… no matter how much of an arse Ron is, he's still my best mate. Besides, I'm married to Ginny."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I know all about your arrangement with Ginny. You had Tracey Davis last week, or are you just saying this because you don't find me attractive?"

Harry looked at her in surprise. He didn't think that Ginny would tell Hermione of their deal. His fiery wife had quite the taste for attractive witches, and Harry unabashedly used that for his own benefit. Plus, it was laughable that Hermione suggested that Harry didn't find her attractive.

It hadn't been many years since they had left Hogwarts, but it was almost transformative for Hermione. She had changed from the cute, attractive girl that Harry had a secret crush on into a stunning young adult. The arse that first inflamed Harry's lust only grew rounder and firmer the past few years. His eyes unconsciously strayed to it whenever Hermione did anything that showed off her bubble butt. For example, bending over to pick something up, or if she was wearing pants that particularly showed off how fuckable her arse was… or just walking in front of him. Yea… so Harry knew he had a bit of a problem with his attraction to Hermione's arse.

That wasn't even the worst part, though. Harry felt that he could handle the fact that he wanted to make Hermione's arse bounce on his cock, and he had long been prepared for how beautiful her face was, but how in Merlin's name was it fair that she grew tits?

Harry looked down at Hermione's breasts, almost drooling at how tightly her shirt stretched from the bulge of her tits. He could faintly see the blue bra that encased her breasts through one of the holes that formed between the buttons of her shirt from how tightly stretched it was. Harry imagined that her tits would fit perfectly in his palms.

His hand twitched involuntarily as he said cautiously, "Of course you're attractive, but… this isn't a trick, right? I can't see how Ron would be happy that his wife would… you know."

Hermione scoffed, "That's exactly what I want. If Ron keeps wanting to borrow money from you, then he has to know that his wife would be getting fucked for that money."

Harry shifted uneasily, trying to hide his hardening cock. Hearing the prim and proper Hermione curse made him a little too excited. From Hermione's smirk, he wasn't successful at hiding his arousal.

Without hesitation, Hermione joined Harry on the loveseat and sidled right against his body. He froze at feeling Hermione's soft curves pressed to him. Harry stared with eyes wide at how close her face was to him.

"Come on, Harry, you can't tell me that you never thought of me like this," Hermione said with a smirk, her hand landing on his crotch to feel what Harry had hidden underneath.

All Harry's mind was filled with was an excited shock. He had long ago placed Hermione as a forbidden person to desire, not only for the sake of Ron but also because of how loyal she had been to him all these years. It almost felt like a betrayal to Hermione if Harry had thought of her in that way since she had never given him any sign of reciprocation. But since Hermione had taken the initiative to blatantly stroke his cock, all of that was thrown out immediately.

"Do you really want to miss out on the chance to fuck the only Gryffindor girl that you haven't been able to invite into your bed? I've heard stories from Parvati of how you fucked her into a wreck. I wouldn't mind if you do that to-MMPH."

Harry shut Hermione up by plunging his tongue past her pink lips. He couldn't take any more of her taunting without ripping her clothes off and spearing his cock inside her body. Harry didn't know if Hermione could handle something that rough at the start. He battled with her tongue as Hermione practically jacked off his cock through his trousers. If he was more inexperienced, Harry would have been afraid of soiling his clothes.

He explores the inside of her mouth before sharply pulling Hermione away by a grip in her brown hair. Harry couldn't help but pull Hermione's lips back to his own when he saw how swollen they were. After a few more minutes of swapping spit, Harry once again pulled away to see Hermione's flushed face.

After tracing her swollen lips with his thumb, Harry said, "So you want me to fuck you, huh? Tell me, Hermione, is this usually how slutty you always are? You didn't seem to hesitate before deciding to cheat on your husband."

Hermione looked at him in desire, "Ron's more interested in showing off to his new friends than being a good husband. If the marriage vows weren't permanent, I'd divorce his stupid arse right now. I never thought about cheating on him, but if Ron's willing to pawn me off for some galleons, then why shouldn't I?"

As she was talking, Hermione had unzipped his pants and snuck her hand inside to wrap her fingers around Harry's stiff shaft. She bit her lip as the warm rod of flesh pulsed in her grasp.

"So... I exchanged money for you," Harry said as he slid his hand from her face down to her tits, "That sort of makes you my whore, doesn't it?"

Harry had to hold back a smile when he saw the flash of anger in Hermione's eyes. He knew that she would be insulted by that word far more than being called a slut. Still, the fact that Hermione pushed down her anger showed Harry that she was serious about this. He cupped her right breast in his hand and squeezed down, letting his fingers sink into her soft flesh. The only way it'll feel better is if her clothes vanished.

Harry released a few of the buttons of her shirt and reached in to feel Hermione's tits without her shirt getting in the way. He was still a little cautious and took care to see how Hermione would react, but the way she pushed her chest out as an invitation to grope her was telling.

When he pinched her nipples through her bra, Hermione said, "I know my breasts must be fascinating, Harry, but don't you think we should do something more? I guess it's fine if you just want to feel me up, but I thought you would fuck me."

Harry froze in shock. It wasn't every day that the girl he was about to fuck told him that he was too slow, which Hermione just implied. With a little shrug, Harry assumed that she wanted him to be rough with her. He could do that.

Hermione gasped in shock when her shirt was ripped off her, buttons flying as her bra-clad tits were revealed to Harry's eyes. Harry pushed her down to lay back on the couch as he buried his face in-between Hermione's softness, covering her cleavage with spit as he licked every inch that his tongue could reach.

"That's more like it," Hermione said softly, pressing down on Harry's head to push him into her tits. She was a little disappointed that his cock was a little out of reach now, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she could feel it in another way.

Harry had released Hermione's tits from the cups of her bra and had already covered her nipples with a wet shine before he claimed her lips again. He pulled away after a few minutes to get off the loveseat, confusing Hermione a little before her eyes lit up. She licked her swollen lips as Harry pulled out his cock and stroked it near Hermione's face.

"Since Ron decided you're worth all those galleons, I have to see if you're worth it. I won't compare you to Ginny since I have trained her to take my whole cock, but you have to take half of me befo…FUCK."

Harry's spiel was interrupted by Hermione swallowing his entire shaft effortlessly. His hips bucked as his hands automatically pressed Hermione's face into his crotch, burying her nose into his pubes. He could feel her chin touching his balls as he struggled to hold back the urge to cum. If he had been prepared for a deepthroat like this, Harry would be fine, but Hermione gave no warning before she throated his cock. Harry also had the other issue of his teenage dreams coming true. He could finally see Hermione's lips stretched around his cock.

Hermione swallowed around his shaft as Harry groaned loudly. This wasn't what he had planned, but if this was what she wanted to do, Harry would gladly help. He fashioned Hermione's hair into a ponytail and twisted it in his hand to form a tight grip. With the other hand, Harry reached down to support Hermione's chin before saying, "I didn't realize you didn't have a gag reflex, Hermione. But I can work with this."

Hermione looked up at Harry with a smiling look before he roughly pulled her off his cock. Harry waited for Hermione to take in deep breaths before he said, "I have to hear it, Hermione. Even if you're technically my whore right now, you're still one of my best friends. I won't do anything that you don't want."

Hermione glared at Harry for calling her a whore and said, "Does it look like I don't want this? Fuck my face already!"

GLACKH

Hermione's eyes widened in shock when her throat was filled with a big cock. She didn't get any time to think when Harry held her head in place as he started to fuck her mouth.

GLACKH. GLURKH. GLACKH.

Hermione helplessly took the facefucking from Harry. Her pride in not having no gag reflex disappeared as Harry used his cock to turn her throat into his personal fuckhole. Hermione's chin started to sting from the heavy balls smacking into it every time Harry slammed his cock inside her mouth.

As much as Hermione loved the sheer force that Harry was using to fuck her throat, she knew that it had to end soon. She could feel her lungs burning from being deprived of oxygen, and there were dark spots on the edges of her vision. If Hermione had known how rough Harry would be, she would have cast a spell to let her breathe around his cock. It was too late to think about it now, so Hermione had to think of something to make Harry cum. Of course, Hermione could push him away, but that would mean that Harry's wife would be better at taking Harry's cock in her throat than Hermione. That was something that Hermione couldn't let happen. She was used to being the best in everything.

Unaware of Hermione's dilemma, Harry was happily thrusting away at her face, using her throat for his own pleasure. Getting his cock in Hermione's mouth was just as good as Harry always imagined. While his teenage fantasies always involved getting his cock sucked slowly, railing Hermione's face was even better. Her pretty face was a sight to see with her cheeks flushed and her eyes teary from the constant thrusts of his cock.

Harry was prepared to keep this up for a few more minutes, but Hermione surprised him by wrapping both her arms around his waist. She used her arms to fight the constant pounding of Harry's hips and made sure to take all of his cock into her throat. Harry saw her briefly give him an annoyed glare before he involuntarily twitched at the feeling of Hermione swallowing around his cock rapidly.

"Oh shit! How the hell did you learn this?"

Harry obviously didn't get a reply since Hermione was busy giving him the best head of his life. All he could do was push her head down to get every bit of his cock into Hermione's mouth. It wasn't long after that Harry couldn't take it anymore. With a muffled grunt and gritted teeth, Harry gave Hermione all of the cum he had in his balls.

Hermione didn't imagine that Harry's cock could get any bigger, but right as she felt his balls clench on her chin, his cock expanded slightly. Hermione panicked initially, but when she felt a warm stream of thick liquid, she rejoiced. She happily swallowed all of the cum that Harry had to give, gulping every drop until she felt him completely stop. Knowing that she was at the edge, Hermione pushed Harry away and quickly took in a much-needed breath of fresh air.

Harry was a little disappointed that his cock was exposed to the cold air, but as he shifted his eyes down to Hermione's hips, he knew just the place to warm it up again. But before anything could happen, Harry felt someone coming through the wards.

"Harry! Do you think you could give me some more money for my friend… What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Harry looked in shock at Ron. He hadn't thought to block the man in his wards before facefucking his wife. Harry felt a brief flash of sadness from the friendship that he knew he had lost, but as he looked back at Hermione, Harry thought it might be worth it. Ron had been mooching off him for far too long, and money was practically the only thing he talked to Harry about. At least this time, Harry got to use Hermione's mouth for that money.

"You...You bastard! That's my wife!"

"Once again, Ron," Hermione's hoarse voice replied, "Thanks for stating the obvious. I'm your wife, and your wife just got a load of cum dumped down my throat. That's what happens when you use your wife as collateral."

Ron's eyes bounced between Harry's spit-covered cock and Hermione's messy face, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Even Hermione's tits had bite marks on them. With a furious look, Ron took out the bag of galleons that he had borrowed and flung it back at Harry before grabbing onto Hermione and disapparating.

Harry stared at the sack of gold on his floor and only felt regret that he hadn't fucked Hermione properly before Ron came to his senses. He sighed and left to clean up. Having a spit-covered cock exposed to the air wasn't too pleasant when Hermione wasn't there to warm it up.

Harry was thinking of how easily Hermione gulped down his cum when he looked up in surprise. He felt Ron and Hermione coming through the wards. Harry quickly grabbed his wand and hid it in case Ron had some foolish ideas and waited.

Ron looked like he usually does, but Hermione looked even more fuckable than usual. It wasn't like she dressed differently, but the memory of what she had done to his cock. Harry shivered when Hermione gave him a wicked smile.

"Harry, mate, you know I don't usually ask for money," Harry snorted in disbelief. Still, Ron ignored that and continued, "But I really need some now. I swear that I'll pay it back soon!"

Harry wondered if Ron really was this stupid, "Fine. What's the collateral?"

"Do we really need that? I mean, we fought in the war together!"

Harry just raised his eyebrow and didn't say anything else. Since Ron brought Hermione, he was clearly prepared.

"Bloody hell, fine! Take her, but I swear our friendship is over!"

Harry tossed a bag of galleons, and Ron disapparated, leaving Hermione alone. Harry looked at her for a second before saying, "You're not leaving this time without having your pussy filled."

"Good," Hermione stated with a smile.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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Harry was pouting like a child as he glared at the breakfast table. He and Ginny had an argument again about children, and as always, it had ended predictably. Ginny wanted to wait for a few more years, and Harry wanted to start a family right now.

"Why do we always have to argue about this? Is it really that much of a problem to wait a bit longer?"

"Ginny, you knew I always wanted a family of my own," Harry repeated for what felt to be the thousandth time, "It's been five years since we tied the knot, but you keep saying a few more years every time we talk about it!"

Ginny felt a flash of guilt before pushing it down ruthlessly, "I never expected my career to go this well. The moment I become a mother, you know just as well that it'll have to be put on hold."

Harry wanted to argue that it wasn't true, but that would be a lie. Magical children had an intense need to be around their mothers in their early years. It wasn't a healthy option to pass on that duty to someone else.

As Harry looked resigned, Ginny gained a flash of inspiration in her brown eyes, "Wait, what about Hermione?"

Harry looked confused, "What about her?"

"Well, you fuck her all the time."

Harry felt a flash of dread. If Ginny wanted it, Harry would stop sleeping with his beautiful friend immediately, but he would feel horrible. Harry had almost taken it for granted that he would have Hermione in his bed quite frequently. The original reason for teaching Ron a lesson had become a thin veneer of an excuse.

"You could ask if she would have your baby."

Harry gaped at Ginny. Whatever he was expecting, this wasn't even an option in his mind. Even though he slept with other women, usually ones that Ginny brings home herself, Harry was always aware that Ginny was the one he loved. Having a child with someone else was unthinkable.

Ginny knew what he was thinking and rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I know Hermione isn't like all the others. She was the only one I was worried about in school, and I can clearly see that I was right with how often you sleep with her. Tell me how many women you fucked more than a few times other than Hermione."

Harry couldn't think of any other than Ginny herself.

Ginny smirked when he didn't say anything, "That's what I thought. It's only Hermione and me. Don't worry, Harry, I'm not jealous since I already have you. Poor Hermione's stuck with my oaf of a brother, so she really deserves someone who can treat her better."

Harry started slowly, "So… you want my first child to be with Hermione?"

Ginny shrugged, "She's already family, so I think it's perfect. I get a few more years working while also having a tiny Potter around to pamper… well, I suppose it'd be Weasley, but you know what I mean."

Harry wondered where his fiery wife went. He did suppose that after he said his marriage vows, Ginny did tone down her jealousy quite a bit. After a moment of hesitation, Harry said, "I guess I'll talk to her about it."

Ginny clapped her hands, "Perfect!"

"FUCK YES! INSIDE!"

Harry pumped his hips into Hermione's needy pussy as he moaned over her sweaty face. Ron still hadn't paid him back like expected, so Hermione came to his manor for her daily dose of cum. Something he was glad to give.

He bent down and captured Hermione's pink lips as he exploded inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. Harry twitched his hips, ensuring his balls were empty before pulling his cock out of Hermione. He collapsed onto the bed and pulled Hermione's sweaty body against his.

"I can never get tired of doing that."

Hermione giggled and kissed his jaw lightly, "Good. Because I can't see when we would ever have to stop."

Harry's softening cock twitched as he gripped Hermione tighter. He still hadn't brought up what Ginny had suggested. The thing was, he wasn't sure how to. They were already more like lovers than friends, so Harry hoped it wasn't too much of a surprise when he asked her.

"Harry!" A voice from downstairs called out.

Hermione buried her face into Harry's neck, "What does he want now?"

Harry frowned at hearing Ron call for him. Ron generally didn't bother to come to the manor anymore to avoid seeing Hermione and him together. Harry strangely felt that Ron didn't mind the situation as long as he had the money to play around with.

Harry reluctantly got out of the bed and covered himself with robes with a wave of his hands. He looked down at the well-fucked Hermione and said, "I guess I'll go see what he wants."

Hermione bit her lips and nodded as she watched him walk away from the bed. She threw her head back onto the pillow and smiled. This was what Hermione dreamed of her marriage being like. While it wasn't with who she expected, Hermione found herself deliriously happy.

Harry walked down the stairs to see Ron looking suspiciously excited.

"Mate! A couple guys came to me with a great business idea! Since you're one of my oldest friends, I wanted to give you a chance to get in early. So what do you say?"

Harry didn't get a chance to speak since Ron rushed through his words. He was initially going to kick him out without considering the 'offer,' but Harry thought about a better idea.

"You know you haven't paid me back, right? And now you're asking me for more money?"

Ron's face reddened a bit, "Don't worry about that! I'll pay you back when this business takes off!"

Harry looked unimpressed, "Right… Well, I can give you the money, but I want something from you."

Ron stiffened before quickly putting on a smile. He knew what Harry and Hermione were up to, and while Ron felt greatly wronged with what was happening, he preferred to have money and show off to his new friends. Since Harry was fucking his wife, Ron assumed that he would get a steady supply of galleons without too many questions.

"Don't you already have what you want?"

Harry was a little impressed that Ron kept a straight face while asking that. He bluntly said, "Mostly, yes. I also want you to sign away your right to sue me for line theft."

Ron looked confused for a few minutes before realizing what Harry was asking for. With a shocked face, he asked, "Are you serious?"

"Deadly."

Ron looked at Harry like he was a different person. His first reaction was to finally rat out what Harry was doing to Ginny, but the prospect of losing his piggy bank stopped that line of thought.

"Does Hermione know what you're planning? Is she alright with this?"

Harry was a little surprised that Ron even cared about Hermione's opinion. He certainly didn't when he passed her off as collateral.

Harry honestly replied, "She doesn't know about this yet. But I don't see why she would be against it."

Ron's face twisted, and he once again thought about cutting off this deal they had. It was bad enough that Hermione was fucking Harry almost daily, but now Ron might have to deal with another man's child growing in his wife.

Seeing some resolve forming in Ron's eyes, Harry sweetened the offer, "If you agree to sign, I'll give you twice the amount of galleons. You won't even have to pay off your past debts. All I need is full access to Hermione."

"Deal!"

Harry smirked. Trust the caricature that Ron had turned into to jump at more money.

After getting the necessary documents to protect himself, Harry passed Ron a lump of gold to fulfill his part of the deal. He watched in satisfaction as Ron apparated out of his home. All Harry had to do now was talk to Hermione about it.

"So… I guess you really did buy me this time."

Harry flinched at the voice and slowly turned around to see Hermione standing there with a blank face. She was wearing one of his old quidditch jerseys that engulfed her body, and Harry would have jumped to tear it off if he wasn't so terrified.

"Hermione! What are you doing downstairs?"

Hermione crossed her arms and said, "I was wondering why you were talking to Ron for such a long time. It was a surprise to overhear you both planning to use me as your babymaker. I'm glad you think so highly of me, Harry."

Harry denied it firmly, "It's not what you think! Ginny and I talked, and she came up with the idea to ask you to have my baby. I was just getting Ron to sign those documents before discussing it with you. I swear you can deny me."

Hermione just narrowed her eyes, making Harry sweat, thinking that he might have made her run away. This wasn't how Hermione was supposed to find out.

Luckily for Harry frantically beating heart, Hermione slowly smiled before literally jumping on him with a squeal.

"Thank Merlin! Do you know how long I wanted to start a family? I just held myself back because my husband was still acting like a child!"

Harry held Hermione to him with a grip on her hips and dumbly said, "You did? You're not mad?"

Hermione found Harry's cock stiffening against her as she hung off his body. She started to roll her hips and said, "Mad? Not in the least! You came inside me so much recently that I had always assumed that you would bring this up eventually."

Harry slid his hands down to sink his fingers into Hermione's firm arsecheeks. Now that he thought about it, she was right. At the start of this little affair, Harry had made it his goal to make Hermione drink his cum almost every time they fucked. He assumed that his fantasies during Hogwarts pushed to flooding Hermione's mouth as the priority. Eventually, Harry had switched from that to almost exclusively giving his brunette friend a massive creampie.

"So…" Harry trailed off as he ran his hands over the smooth skin of Hermione's arse, "Does this mean…?"

Instead of answering him, Hermione forcefully pulled apart Harry's robes to get access to his cock and shifted her panties aside. Hermione positioned herself over Harry's fuckstick without breaking eye contact and slowly slid herself down. Hermione let out a soft moan as she felt her pussy being stretched in a familiar way.

Harry just stood still in the middle of his living room as his best friend fucked herself onto his cock. Anyone on the ward list could floo in at any time to see Hermione cheating on her husband with the famous wizarding hero. This had gone much further than the initial goal of seeking mutual pleasure while teaching Ron a lesson.

Hermione sighed softly and closed her eyes when she felt her pussy swallow all of Harry's cock. No matter how many times Harry had fed her his dick, it never got old to feel his cock practically invade her womb as if it was warning her of what could happen if the contraceptive spells failed. Hermione could still feel the load Harry blew into her right before talking to Ron get displaced by his invading cock.

"There's just one more thing to do if you want to fuck a baby into me. Do you want to do the honors?"

Harry's eyes lit up in lust as he quickly waved his hand to remove the charm stopping Hermione from getting pregnant. After dispelling the charm, it didn't feel any different to be deep inside her welcoming pussy. However, Harry's cock still twitched in excitement at the thought of seeding Hermione.

Hermione clung onto Harry's torso tightly as she peppered soft kisses on his neck. She knew this would be the day that she would finally have a child of her own.

"Thank you, Harry. Now there's only one thing left for you to do."

Harry clenched his hands into Hermione's fantastic arse and lifted her up before slamming her back down. A loud clap resounded in the room as her ass met his crotch in a violent collision.

Hermione buried her face into Harry's neck and whimpered at the feeling of his cock claiming her pussy roughly. "Just like that, Harry. Make sure to send me back to Ron with a filled womb. Give me a little boy with green eyes!"

Harry's nose flared at that image. A little boy with his unique green eyes would show the world precisely who fucked Hermione. Even if the boy didn't have the Potter name, there would be no doubt about the real father.

With that future as motivation, Harry used all of his strength to fuck his cock into Hermione. He used the grip on her arse to lift her pussy off his shaft before slamming down all the way to his balls. To speed up the pace of the fucking, Harry met Hermione in the middle by thrusting his hips into her descending pussy.

Hermione shot her head back and gasped at the loud clap of Harry meeting her hips. She could feel her stud pushing into her womb as his cum-filled balls bounced off her firm arse. It was all things that Hermione was now familiar with, but it had a far different feeling now that she knew that the cum stored in her friend's balls would impregnate her.

"Fuck me! Fill me up, Harry! Don't stop until you empty your balls into me!"

Harry grunted and moved his grip from Hermione's arse to her hips. As much as he loved the feeling of those cheeks in his hands, Harry knew that he could drill Hermione's pussy much faster this way. And it was true.

Hermione's obscenities turned into a closed-mouth yell as she tried to keep in her screams. The rhythmic sound of her arse hitting Harry's crotch filled the house in place of her screams. Harry didn't mind hearing either of those two sounds.

The wet clapping sound of their bodies meeting together eventually reached a point where Harry physically could not go any faster. There was already a puddle of juices that dripped from Hermione's wet pussy between their legs. Hermione now had her mouth open in a silent scream as Harry ruined her pussy and molded it just for his cock.

"Here it is, Hermione! I'm about to fuck a baby into you!"

Hermione struggled to form any words as she was bounced on his cock like a toy. Still, after a tremendous amount of effort, she finally shrieked incoherently as Harry's legs were drenched in her pussy juice.

"AHHHHHH!"

Harry grinned at Hermione's red face as he hosed down her womb. He made sure to bury his cock deep into her womb and deposit all of his baby-batter into the place it needed to go. There was no way that Hermione wouldn't be carrying his child after this. However, even if it somehow failed, Harry still had plenty of chances since he had no intention of stopping after only one fuck. He would keep filling Hermione's pussy until the day he finally saw a baby bump. Hell, even after that, Harry would still probably keep fucking her in sheer lust.

Harry kept dumping his load into a now softly moaning Hermione as he gingerly walked over to a chair to take a seat. He kept Hermione planted on his cock as he hugged her to his body while softly making shallow thrusts into her cum-filled pussy.

"Wow… you really gave it to her."

Harry snapped his eyes off Hermione to see his wife, Ginny, standing near the fireplace with a flushed face. He wasn't even aware that she was there. All of his focus was on fucking Hermione into a mush.

Ginny giggled and answered Harry's unanswered question, "I got here when you were turning Hermione into a leaking faucet."

Harry glanced at the puddles on the floor and laughed, "It might be messy, but fucking Hermione is always a treat."

Ginny walked to the still-connected couple and nodded with a grin, "I'm sure. Watching you fuck her made me a little jealous, you know."

Hermione snorted and spoke for the first time, "As cute as this is to hear you guys flirt, can you do this when Harry isn't inside me?"

A loud smack was heard as Hermione's arse gained a new handprint. Hermione gasped when she involuntarily pushed Harry's cock deeper as Ginny said, "Hey! I let you fuck my husband, so you deal with whatever I want to do!"

Hermione peered at Ginny to see a joking grin on her face before she relaxed. Hermione shrugged and snuggled up to Harry, "You might be his wife, but I'm pretty sure Harry just fucked a Potter into me. Seems like you're a little behind Ginny."

Harry really didn't want this conversation to continue. While it was in a playful tone right now, it could quickly crossover into dangerous territory. Harry did the only thing that'd make Hermione shut up.

Hermione's moans restarted when Harry started up fuck up into her leaking pussy. Harry looked at his wife and said, "Give me a minute Ginny. Might as well make sure that I filled her up enough."

Ron hummed happily as he walked into his living room. That business idea didn't really work out, but Ron was able to have plenty of fun with the money in the past few months. The only issue was that he was sort of running low in funds.

Before he could think of a new get-rich-quick scheme, Ron froze in shock. Hermione was in the room putting something in a box with a soft smile on her face.

There were a couple things that shocked Ron. The first was that Hermione was even here. Ron had assumed that she was getting fucked like the whore she was in Harry's place. As long as they did it out of his sight, Ron would graciously ignore that… as long as he got his galleons, of course.

The second was the clear bump on Hermione's stomach.

No matter how much Ron cursed Hermione, he knew that she was a fit girl. She would never accept the reality of looking unattractive if it was something that she could prevent. So Ron knew that his wife didn't get fat, which left only one possibility.

"W-What the bloody hell is that?!"

Hermione looked at Ron in surprise, not expecting him to be in the house before following his line of sight. She looked down at her stomach and rolled her eyes, "Do you really need to ask Ronald? You know exactly what it is."

"Y-You harlot! I'm going to expose you to the world as the whore you are!"

Hermione sighed, "No, you won't. You'll watch me give birth to a beautiful little green-eyed boy and accept it. Because you'll lose your galleons if you don't."

Ron stared at Hermione with a red face as she packed up whatever she came here for. Just before Hermione flooed out, she looked at him and said, "I don't want to be cruel, Ronald, and you were my friend long before my husband. You obviously can't have me in your bed ever again, so I'll give you permission to find someone else. Our marriage vows might be permanent, but you can still find happiness somewhere else."

Before Ron could retort, Hermione disappeared from the house.

It wasn't as if he didn't try to find another girl to fuck. Ron certainly wasn't going to let Hermione cheat on him without payback. He used his fame to snag a few women the first couple of times, but word spread of how much of a terrible lay he was, and Ron was suddenly left without any choices.

Ron growled and grabbed a sack of gold. The best way to get his mind off his whore of a wife was to hang out with his new mates. None of them would bang his wife like Harry did.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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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.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Notes:

Poll Winner

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Harry shuddered in satisfaction as the last drops of his cum settled into the depths of Fleur's pussy. It truly was one of the best places for his cock to be in.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

Harry flinched out of Fleur, much to her annoyance, as he was reminded of Ginny being in the room. The look on her pretty freckled face told Harry that whatever she was angry about would not be easy to fix.

"I did everything to make sure you were happy! I even let Hermione into our relationship! And you still went ahead and fucked this-this HARLOT!?"

Harry could have sworn he heard a scoff from the silver-haired beauty behind him. However, he had no time to pay attention to Fleur.

"Gin, what're you talking about? You're the one who told Fleur it was okay! I swear I wouldn't have touched her if you didn't. I'm more than happy with you and Hermione!"

Ginny was about to lay into what she thought were pathetic lies before a baby's cry ringed down from the room upstairs. She glared down Harry's motion of moving to comfort James before saying, "I'll be talking with Hermione about this, Harry. I don't think I can stand the sight of you right now. Get this slut out of my house… or don't and leave with her."

Harry watched in stunned silence as Ginny stomped up the stairs before slowly turning and looking at a suspiciously pleased Fleur.

"Do you mind explaining what just happened?"

Harry's question was rhetorical since he already had a good idea of what happened. Fleur lied about everything, and her sudden desire to become his friend made more sense. Harry would have loved to add the former Delacour as another notch on his bedpost previously, but 'previously' was the keyword.

After James was born, all Harry wanted to do was grow his little family with Hermione and Ginny and forget about everything else. Well, that little desire was crushed by his traitorous cock when Fleur offered herself. Harry didn't even bother waiting to talk to Ginny before jumping Fleur and ensuring she had a good helping of his cum deep inside her womb.

"Please, 'Arry. Don't tell me a little white lie was bad. Didn't you enjoy what we did?"

The depressing part of all this was that Harry couldn't deny that he enjoyed sampling Fleur's scrumptious body. Even now, after getting yelled at by Ginny, Fleur was reclining on the sofa with no care or shame. Her large, perky breasts still shone from the fucking she endured, and her pussy was still leaking a steady amount of his cum.

Harry did his best to ignore all that. "I have a beautiful wife that's a wildcat in bed, and a lover that gave birth to my first child. Do you think I'd risk all that for a simple fuck?"

Fleur snorted, somehow making even that sound sexy, and said, "I am no simple fuck, 'Arry, and you know it. Ginerva will learn to share you wiz me, so 'ow about you pump more of your jizz into my cunt and make sure I'm bred? Zat is what we both want, no?"

Harry twitched with the effort needed to keep his cock from answering Fleur's call. That traitorous part of his body had already put him underwater, and he wasn't about to double down and ruin any chance of fixing this situation.

Fleur gasped when her clothes were thrown onto her face, and she found herself elevated off the couch. She yelped when she was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor before uncovering her face to glare at Harry.

He was unphased, simply saying, "Leave within your own power before the wards do it for you. I promise the latter will be very unpleasant."

"You-You are giving zis up?" Fleur exclaimed while waving her hand over her stunning body.

Harry took another look at the curves that were under him just minutes ago and said with no regrets, "Yes. Trust is everything to me, and you made me break my wife's trust. That is unacceptable."

It felt so hypocritical for Harry to say that sentence, but it somehow felt right at the moment. He couldn't say he was the paragon of trust and fidelity, but Harry had always made sure that everyone involved was in the know. Never did he fuck a woman without clearly laying out what she should expect from him, and never was Ginny kept in the dark. Fleur had made him break that, even though a large part of the blame lay on Harry's head.

As he watched Fleur's heart-shaped ass sway out of the room and to the floo, Harry's mind went to his fiery wife that was currently comforting his child that came from another woman…. That was a sentence Harry never imagined even thinking a little over a year ago.

With Fleur flooing out behind him, Harry hastily put on his clothes and climbed the stairs to see Ginny gently rocking James in her arms. For a woman who didn't want to have a baby, she sure stepped into the role of a sometimes-mother without effort.

Harry was still sometimes surprised by how lucky he got with Ginny. She was just his best mate's sister for so long that Harry suspected he was dosed with love potions when he was actually attracted to her. That was quickly proven wrong by an amused Madam Pomfrey. It left Harry with the realization that Ginny Weasley was the witch he desired.

With gorgeous bright copper hair, an athletic body with curves in the right places, and a stunning face with expressive brown eyes, Ginny was a catch, and she knew it. That was why Harry was shocked when she gave him permission to sleep with other women. It brought up immediate suspicions that Ginny was cheating on him, or that it was an odd form of an apology since she didn't want to start a family. Turned out that Harry's wife was just a freak in bed and wanted other women to join in.

It was fun while it lasted, but after Hermione joined, Harry sensed that she wasn't as comfortable as Ginny with bringing others in. He wasn't sure how they came to an unspoken agreement, but Ginny stopped bringing in new girls, and Harry didn't go looking for any either, though that was rare even before Hermione.

Their little honeymoon phase lasted longer than expected, with Hermione, Harry, and Ginny falling into the new relationship with surprising ease. Fleur and Harry's cock ruined all of that.

"Gin… I'm sorry."

Ginny gave him a blank stare and slowly put James back in his crib before walking away. Harry saw her motion to follow and trailed after her. They arrived in their shared bedroom with Hermione before Ginny asked, "I heard everything, but that still gives you no excuse. What were you thinking?"

With an uncomfortable shrug, Harry said, "I wasn't. I took Fleur on her word that you gave her permission and went with it."

"You mean you wanted to fuck that slut so bad that you didn't stop and think how our relationship changed in the past year."

Harry wouldn't say it like that, but that was pretty much what happened.

Ginny rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Why Fleur? Does my brother know?"

Harry froze at the reminder of Bill. If Fleur lied about Ginny, didn't it also mean that it was possible Bill didn't know what his wife had planned? Harry didn't have anything against Bill. Unlike Ron, Bill didn't use him for money or anything of the sort.

"Merlin… Fleur said that Bill knew, but now I'm not sure if that's true."

Ginny rubbed her eyes in frustration, "I always knew that slag was bad news. Ron is a right prat to Hermione, and even my family could begrudgingly accept what happened, but Bill is a different story. He's one of the favorites... my favorite. Harry, I won't forgive you if he's hurt over this."

Harry felt his body fill with panic. It must have shown because Ginny immediately said, "Oh, calm down, you idiot. I'm not leaving you over this."

Harry's relief must have been noticeable because Ginny couldn't help but smile. Even though Harry had acted like a dunce, it was nice to know that he loved her enough to worry about her leaving.

The sound of the floo coming to life alerted them that someone had just arrived. Harry quickly said, "I didn't invite anyone."

"I know," Ginny replied while walking downstairs, "I told Hermione to come home."

She had a smirk at Harry's whispered curses. Ginny knew that her reaction to seeing Harry fuck Fleur might be tame compared to Hermione's. Even though the brunette beauty was considered a mistress, Hermione was far more possessive of Harry than Ginny was. Ginny even noticed a few jealous stares when Harry spent too much time with her. It might have become a problem if Harry hadn't used that jealousy to spice up their sex life.

Ginny stepped into the living room to see Hermione standing there with her arms crossed. It was obvious that the brunette was livid beyond measure.

"Ginny," Hermione said with feigned calm, "Is James alright? I hope he wasn't neglected when Harry was fucking his whore."

Harry flinched, he supposed that he deserved that, but it hurt to hear one of his loves imply that he neglected his son.

Ginny wanted to cool down the bottle of rage that was Hermione. She hugged her, kissed the corner of her mouth, and said, "Looks like it's not as bad as I thought. Harry still screwed up, but it's not all his fault."

Hermione glanced at Ginny and looked back to Harry, asking him to explain. After listening to Harry, Hermione said, "I'm almost in love with Ginny, and she's actually your wife. I get jealous that you spend too much time with her even with that. Why would you go and fuck some other woman when you know that? Are we not enough for you?"

Harry would have preferred Hermione to scream and yell at him. Looking at her disappointed stare and hearing her resigned tone was one of the worst feelings Harry experienced. He was prepared to do whatever he could to make this right.

Ginny's eyes bounced between Hermione and Harry as she wondered why she didn't feel as devastated as Hermione clearly did. Was it because there had been plenty of women that shared their bed? Or maybe it was because Ginny knew that Harry would drop anyone other than Hermione if she asked. It wasn't that big of a deal that Harry fucked Fleur, just that he did it when they silently agreed to keep anyone new out of their relationship.

Hermione obviously felt different. She was genuinely shocked that Harry' cheated' on them. It was sheer hypocrisy that Hermione felt that way when she was still married to Ron, but that was only because of how magical marriages worked. When she decided to have Harry's baby, Hermione considered herself exclusive to Harry, with Ginny added in as part of the package.

After hearing Harry explain himself, Hermione looked at Ginny and asked, "You're fine with it? Just because Fleur apparently lied, Harry choosing to fuck someone else is alright?"

"No, but it's our mistake to not lay out what is expected from each other." Ginny hoped that Harry saw what she was trying to do. Even though she was furious at him for doing this, Ginny knew that her anger would go away soon enough. Hermione might be different, so her job was to make sure she forgave Harry. Otherwise, he would mope around until Hermione got over what had happened.

"Harry and I are used to bringing other women into our bed. It's only when Harry got you did we change. I'm not sure if you noticed, but Harry adores you, Hermione."

Hermione's anger was pierced through by those words. She noticed that Harry loved to shower both of his women with affection, leaving them wanting for nothing. That didn't exactly excuse him from fucking another woman, but Hermione also didn't want to deprive herself of Harry's touch, especially when Ginny already seemed to have moved past it.

"I don't want you seeing any other woman, Harry. I left Ron because he was too immature for me, and I refused to start a family with him because of it. Then you went and did something like this! I won't want the father of my baby to be controlled by his dick."

Ginny felt she couldn't have said it any better. She added, "Let me just say that we're no longer in an open relationship. No other women, Harry. It's just going to be Hermione and me. Agreed?"

Harry wanted to praise Merlin for how easily he got off. That didn't mean he would do something like this again in the hope of getting forgiven so easily, but he was just thankful that he wouldn't be on the couch.

Almost eagerly, Harry accepted it, "Agreed. I don't know what came over me anyway. Fleur just started talking about babies, and the next thing I know, I was… you know."

Hermione narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Harry saw that and shook his head, "No, I wasn't under the allure. I shook it off before everything happened." Harry then shrugged, "I guess it was just a moment of weakness."

Ginny hummed in agreement and said, "So who was better? Fucking the slag, or fucking us?"

"Ginny!"

"What? You can't tell me you aren't curious, Hermione!"

Harry cleared his throat and looked away, "I'm not sure how to answer that. I guess I couldn't really compare?"

When he got two angry sets of eyes glaring at him, Harry backtracked, "I didn't mean better! Really, I don't think I could compare it. With Fleur, I was fueled by… lust is the best word. With you two, it's not just sex. There are other feelings involved."

Hermione and Ginny felt somewhat flattered by this, but that was quickly crushed by the annoyance that rose right after.

"So," Hermione said slowly, "Are you saying that we can't do what Fleur can?"

"Yes, Harry," Ginny joined in mockingly, "You don't feel lust when you're with us?"

Harry rubbed his face in frustration, "You both know that's not what I meant!"

"No, I don't think I do. In fact, I want to get rid of the slag's scent of your cock, and what better way is there than replacing it with ours. I mean, unless Hermione wants to sit this one out?"

Hermione had a determined look that never failed to turn Harry on. She said, "That's a great idea. Count me in."

Ginny smirked and took out her wand to banish Harry into the loveseat. While he landed with a grunt, Ginny called Kreacher and told him to watch over James before casting the silencing spell to block sounds from reaching upstairs.

"Now," Ginny said while shrugging off her outer robes to reveal the form-fitting jumper she had underneath, "Let's teach Harry why the slag wasn't anything special."

Hermione followed suit and walked in unison with Ginny to a gaping Harry. This took a turn he didn't expect. They went from being angry at him to wanting to fuck him to get rid of Fleur's scent… Harry wasn't going to complain. This was much better than getting cut off as punishment.

Hermione shrugged off her coat and pulled off her sweater before dropping it on the floor. She was leaving a trail of clothes that led to the loveseat, but Harry's eyes were glued to her full breasts, which were covered in a dark blue bra... for a few seconds. The bra followed the rest of Hermione's clothes on the floor to reveal full breasts with dark pink nipples standing to attention.

"Merlin, look at those jugs! I'd ask Harry to knock me up just to get myself some."

Hermione wanted to say something snarky, proud that she had bigger tits than Ginny. But before she could, Harry pulled her down to seat her on his lap before looking at his amused wife.

"I wouldn't mind making that happen. Just say the word."

Ginny watched Harry wrap his arms around Hermione's waist and nuzzle into her soft tits. She felt her pussy tingle at how natural he made it look. Ginny always did have a thing for watching Harry take what he deserved. It was probably the reason she let him go and fuck the sluts that were salivating after his cock.

She absentmindedly stripped off her clothes before moving to join her husband and his mistress. Another thing that made her pussy tingle. Ginny ignored that unopened can of worms and pulled Harry off Hermione's tit. Her nipple left his mouth with a pop from the suction before Ginny moved in and kissed Harry, with Hermione watching from the side.

Ginny moaned into Harry's mouth while fighting with his tongue. She wanted to show him that the slag wasn't the only one that knew how to fuck. Besides, she had a feeling that the novelty of fucking a Veela might have had something to do with Harry's decision.

Ginny pulled away from the kiss, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting their lips before breaking it by slurping it down her throat.

"Merlin," Hermione breathed out, "That was hot."

Ginny licked her lips and gripped Hermione's chin before bringing her down to give her the same treatment.

Harry felt his cock stiffening under Hermione's arse. It wasn't often that Hermione and Ginny kissed. Even when they did, it was usually a quick peck that ended before it began. What they were doing now went far beyond kissing. They looked as if neither could enough of the other's taste, their tongues intertwining as they swapped spit. Harry pushed his cock into Hermione's firm arse to dry-hump her while she went at it with his wife. His hands went from her hips to her full tits, cupping them in his palms while pinching her nipples.

Hermione separated from Ginny with one last lick of the redhead's swollen lips. She ground her arse against Harry's hard cock as she leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked on with lidded eyes as Ginny got off the love seat and kneeled in-between Harry's legs.

Ginny vanished all the remaining clothes on their bodies with a little wandwork before throwing her wand to the side. She wrinkled her nose at Harry's cock, which she would never do normally.

"I forgot that the slag's cunt left its juices on you."

When Hermione saw it, she moved to get rid of it with a cleaning charm, but Ginny stopped her.

"I did say that we should get rid of the whore's scent, and using magic would be cheating, wouldn't it?"

Much to Harry's displeasure, Hermione stopped moving her hips. She gaped at Ginny when the redhead slowly swallowed Harry's cock into her mouth. It was something Hermione never truly understood about Ginny. She always seemed to be extra randy when there was evidence that Harry fucked Hermione, and it apparently applied to anyone else he had fucked, even if that someone was a girl Ginny disliked.

Ginny smiled around Harry's cock as she took it deep enough to tickle the entrance of her throat. Hermione was still sitting on Harry's cock, rubbing her leaking pussy on his shaft, making it impossible for Ginny to give Harry use of her throat. With her mouth sucking on the top part of his cock, and Hermione's pussy using the rest, Ginny decided the best use of her hands was to play with his heavy balls.

She swallowed the leftover pussy juice Fleur left on her husband's cock and the precum Harry leaked into her mouth. Ginny's hands juggled the balls filled with delicious cum as she shuddered at feeling the cumtanks that seeded Hermione's womb. Ginny thought about taking Harry's offer to knock her up for a brief second, but she got a better idea when she saw Hermione leaking cunt. James should still have a little sibling, but Ginny wasn't the only woman in Harry's life. Hermione was here to help in these kinds of situations.

Harry devoured Hermione's mouth while his wife sucked on his cock, but feeling the cold air hitting his dick made him angry. Ginny had decided to stop sucking him for some reason, and not only that, but she pulled Hermione off his lap.

"Ginny… I know you're supposed to be mad at me, but you better have a good reason to stop blowing me."

Ginny pushed a pouting Hermione to the end of the loveseat before turning to Harry. "I think we should make James a little sibling."

Harry's breath hitched, wondering if Ginny was saying what he thought she was.

"Ginny, you mean…?"

Ginny laughed, "I might be. Why don't you find out?"

There was a moment of stillness before there was a flurry of movement. Harry stood up, throwing Ginny on the loveseat with Hermione right beside her.

Ginny was smiling up at him with a dare in her smile with her legs wide open, giving Harry a clear view of her cleanly shaved pussy. Her tight cunt looked sealed shut, but Harry knew that it only needed his cock to get turned into a perfectly fuckable hole.

Harry pushed Ginny's legs up and leaned over her while putting the weight of his body on her, letting her know that it was already a point of no return. Ginny moaned while her eyes rolled up when Harry slowly pushed his cock into her pussy.

"You better be ready, Ginny," Harry whispered when his balls rested on her tight cheeks, "You are the one that suggested it, so I'm not stopping until I know James will have a sibling."

Ginny glanced at Hermione, who was surprisingly playing with her clit while staring at them and said, "I know. I don't want you to stop."

Harry immediately started to fuck her with the sole goal of filling her womb with his cum. His thundering thrusts caused their bodies to crash together, making it look like Harry was trying to break Ginny. The only thing that said otherwise was the redhead's squeals, barely heard over the sound of Harry's hips slamming into Ginny's bright red arse.

While the couple rutted into each other like beasts, Hermione pinched her own nipple harshly while rubbing her pussy and clit as fast as possible. Hermione could still feel the jealousy that came with Harry fucking anyone other than her, but that was overshadowed by the animalistic urge to congratulate her mate for seeding another woman.

Harry had been fucking Ginny like a madman for a few minutes when he felt his balls twitching in need to cum. He wasn't the only one who realized that either. Ginny could feel Harry's thrusts getting erratic, more erratic than it already was, while also feeling his cock twitching in her pussy like it was getting ready to blast a load deep inside her.

"I'm almost there, Ginny! It's about time I fucked a baby into you!"

Ginny swept her hair away from her sticky face before wordlessly reaching out for Hermione. The brunette was confused about what she was being asked to do but figured that Ginny must have a reason to waste so much energy reaching out to her. Hermione moved closer to the frantically fucking couple.

Harry was already close to exploding, but when Ginny pulled Hermione into an open-mouthed kiss, that was the end. He shot his load deep inside his wife while she sloppily kissed his mistress, slamming his cock as deep as possible. Harry already dumped enough cum to impregnate a witch ten times over and had plenty left in his balls. That was why he was furious when Ginny pushed him away and unplugged her pussy.

A few stray shots landed on Ginny's pussy, and another splattered on her toned midriff. Before Harry could fuck his cock back into his wife, Ginny separated from Hermione to yell, "Inside Hermione! Don't waste it!"

Harry's body was running purely on the desires of his cock, and right now, his cock was demanding to have a cunt to tunnel into. Hermione's was just as good as Ginny's.

Hermione gasped into Ginny's mouth when she felt a large invader stretching her pussy. She had felt this plenty of times when Harry fucked her. Still, it was the first time that the first thrust was accompanied by a flood of cum that immediately started to fill her pussy to the brim.

The two women moaned into each other's lips as Harry shot his remaining cum into Hermione. Only when her pussy was leaking cum did Harry pull out and settle in-between his women on the loveseat.

"What the hell was that?"

Ginny laughed weakly at Harry's amazed tone. "That was you possibly knocking both of us up at the same time."

"That's nice," Hermione abruptly, "But it made me feel like I was just there for Harry to dump his cum into."

Ginny patted Hermione's cheek patronizingly, "You really are smart, aren't you."

Hermione huffed and looked away with a red face. She could still feel the aftershocks of the orgasm that hit her when Harry came inside her. It was depressingly easy for Harry to bring her to the peak.

"So," Ginny asked, "You want to answer how we compared to Fleur now?"

"There's nothing to compare," Harry said immediately, "She was nothing compared to either of you."

"There we go," Ginny nodded, giving him a quick kiss, "The next time we ask you if a slag can compare to us, that's what you say."

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Chapter Text

Little James was going to have two new siblings.

Ginny's sudden decision to take a risk a month ago unleashed something in Harry that ensured both his women had his cum sloshing around in their wombs. However, that wasn't needed since Hermione and Ginny found out about their pregnancy immediately after that night. Magic really was a cheat code.

Harry was just keeping their wombs filled because of his randiness... and as a form of apology for what he did with Fleur. This was what Ginny and Hermione actually encouraged.

They weren't fools. No matter how much Harry insisted that he had already forgotten about Fleur, he was still a man. How could it be so easy to forget a Veela? They privately rolled their eyes that Harry stepping out of line had somehow turned into them being at his beck and call.

For a change in her routine, Hermione had stepped out of the house to make one of her occasional visits to her old home with Ron. Even though rumors had already spread throughout the wizarding world about the true father of her little James, his last name was still Weasley. Hermione had to keep up the token sightings in her old marriage home once in a while to keep a slight possibility of the rumors being wrong.

Her plan was to make sure to be seen in the yard doing some gardening and leave before Ron had a chance to talk to her. Hermione's husband-in-name has recently been making it a habit of blaming his horrid luck with his dating life on her. After hearing his complaints the last time, Hermione wasn't surprised the dates dried up when Ron expected his fame to do most of the work for him.

Fame definitely opened the doors to the first date, but having a personality was necessary to get the second. Ron had made fame his whole personality.

Hermione appeared in the yard with a soft pop and immediately knew this wasn't going to plan. She apparated right in front of Ron and his surprise guest, Bill.

"Bill...," Hermione remembered what Fleur claimed her husband knew, "How are you?"

"Granger," Ron spat.

"Hello, Ronald," Hermione sighed before looking at Bill again. He seemed to be a little more haggard than usual, but overall, fine. "I... Do you know?"

Bill grimaced before nodding.

Hermione wanted to defend Harry but knew it would only make it worse. It was best to keep any words to herself when she was blatantly cheating on his brother.

"I'm sure you understand if I don't want to speak to you, Hermione."

Hermione flinched, expecting Bill's anger but still unpleasant to hear. "I'll get out of your way. I'm sorry."

Before she could apparate, Bill cursed under his breath and said, "Go see Fleur if you have the chance."

Hermione stared at him for a second and popped away wordlessly. She appeared in the Black home's living room and sat down on the couch with her mind whirling. There wouldn't be many reasons Bill would tell Hermione to visit his wife, and most of them weren't desirable.

That was how Ginny found Hermione when she flooed in. Sitting on the couch while staring blankly at the wall.

"Hermione? Where's James?"

Hermione had told Harry to take James and spend time with her parents. Instead of answering Ginny's question, Hermione said, "Fleur might be pregnant."

"What?"

"Bill told me to visit her," Hermione looked lost, "He didn't say it directly, but he's implying it, right?"

Ginny shifted on her feet. Harry's actions strained her relationship with Bill, so she hadn't talked to him in a few weeks. The thought of phlegm of all people having her husband's child turned her stomach. It made Harry's indiscretion all too permanent instead of something forgotten in the past. Plus, she realized how idiotic it was to forget about the possibility of Fleur getting seeded.

Ginny was tempted to join Hermione on the couch and sit in stunned silence, but that was never something she was good at.

"Let's go."

Hermione looked at Ginny in confusion.

"We need to get dressed," Ginny huffed, "I'm coming with you to see the slag, but I intend for us to look our best."

"Oh," Hermione muttered, "Okay."

Ginny pulled Hermione to their bedroom and said, "Remember that WE are the ones living with Harry. Don't let her get under your skin when we talk to her. It doesn't matter if that slut is pregnant or not. It's us that have the control."

Hermione wanted to believe her, but Harry would never let a child of his grow up not knowing him. She loved that about Harry and agreed with his views, but having Fleur involved wasn't in Hermione's interest.

"We'll see about that, Ginny," Hermione muttered.

To Hermione's confusion, the clothes she and Ginny wore weren't special. It was something they would wear when lounging around the house, though a little more revealing.

"Trust me," Ginny said while looking at herself in the mirror, "Wearing something expensive isn't going to work here. Phlegm is used to that. We have to show her that we were relaxing with our Harry and didn't change before visiting her. And that v-neck shows off those tits you got after having James."

Hermione had been nodding along until the end when she smiled proudly. Her tits were something she quite admired these days, and with Harry's obsession with them, he felt the same.

Ginny clapped her hands, "Alright! Let's go!"

Hermione hoped that all this was just needless worrying, but when she stepped out at Shell Cottage from the fireplace, she knew they were fucked. Fleur had a glow around her that quite literally radiated happiness.

"'Ermione! Ginny! I'm so 'appy to see you 'ere!"

"Are you?" Ginny sneered as she took in the effortless beauty her sister-in-law exuded.

Hermione was more than willing to let Ginny take the lead. However, she questioned the redhead's decision to come here wearing something so plain, especially since Fleur was wearing a stunning babydoll dress. Hermione was comfortable with her body and was proud that Harry drooled over her, but even then, Fleur looked out of this world.

It might have been Hermione's imagination, but Fleur's already large breasts looked just that slightest bit fuller. The brunette had seen Fleur wearing the dress before, and the cleavage it revealed seemed to be more than usual. It could be some sort of support spell that enhanced the look of Fleur's breasts, but that was highly unlikely. Hermione had heard the vain Veela rant about how she didn't need anything to make her beauty artificial.

"'Ermione, please, take a seat. I'll get somezing for you to drink."

Ginny had already claimed a seat for her own and was shooting glares at Fleur while Hermione sat down next to her. This was already going terribly.

"So," Fleur yelled from the kitchen, "Bill must 'ave told."

"No, he didn't," Ginny growled, "He was vague and cryptic."

"Oh, zat silly man. Zis is great news for everyone!" Fleur floated back into the room with a glass in each hand. "Plus, it is nice to know zat she will 'ave company if I am right about you two!"

Hermione sighed in resignation while Ginny squirmed in her seat.

"Fleur, just tell us. Are you expecting?" Hermione asked even though she already knew the answer.

Fleur had taken the love seat in front of them after placing the glasses on the table. She had a broad smile that dazzled Hermione as she squealed, "Yes! I am so 'appy!"

Hermione's shoulders slumped slightly in resignation as Ginny let out an audible growl.

"I always knew Bill made a horrible mistake marrying you."

Fleur waved off Ginny, "Come now, Ginerva. Jealousy is not a good look for you. We are to be sisters! For true zis time."

Hermione marveled at how easily Fleur was able to rile up Ginny. She thought it was curious that the redhead readily accepted other women around Harry, but Fleur was an exception. Hermione might not be a fan of hers either, but it was already too late. Once Harry realized that the Veela was carrying his child, Fleur would be a permanent fixture in some sort of manner.

"Ginny," Hermione cut in, seeing her about to blow, "Maybe I should talk to Fleur alone. You know, just like I do, the best way forward is to avoid a shouting match."

"Fine!" Ginny glared at Fleur, "I'm going to let my husband know what's going on."

Fleur gave the redhead a brilliant smile, "Wonderful! 'Arry would love to 'ear about zis! Please, let 'im know zat zis is only ze start!"

Ginny clenched her fists before scoffing and storming out of the house. Hermione and Fleur watched her floo out before looking at each other.

"I never thought you would be a homewrecker, Fleur."

Fleur's lips quirked in amusement, "'Ow Is zat somezing you can say wiz a straight face?"

"I was invited to join," Hermione said without missing a beat, "And my husband is an absolute pillock, unlike yours."

"Bill is very 'appy about zis," Fleur said casually, "I will always love my 'usband, but as long as 'e is unwilling to do 'is duties, I will be going to 'Arry for more children."

Hermione is suddenly reminded of Ron when he asks Harry for more money. Fleur is just as shameless in a different way. As for Bill being happy, Hermione wasn't sure about that. He didn't look particularly devastated when she saw him earlier, nor did he look happy. If anything, Hermione thought he looked resigned, like Professor Lupin did. Beat down by life and seeing nothing better in the future.

"And what makes you think Harry would be willing to have more children with you? Especially with what you did last time."

"If 'e wants to be in my child's life, then 'Arry will do as I ask."

Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation, "Fleur, do you really think blackmail is going to work with Harry?

""So?" Fleur shrugged her slender shoulders, "I will not need it. 'Arry enjoyed making zis baby, so I'm sure 'e will be eager to do so again."

Hermione leaned back and took another look at Fleur, this time without the tint of hostility. She knew that the Veela wasn't this obstinate. Hermione sensed that she was more nervous than she let on, and acting like a vapid fool was a sort of defense mechanism. Her eyes darted to the window and decided to ask the real questions.

"Let's say that you might be right. How does Bill fit into this? I might be 'married' to Ron, but I certainly don't consider him my husband anymore. You clearly said you are still in love with Bill."

"And I always will be," Fleur said firmly, "But we 'ave talked and come to an understanding. My children will favor me greatly, wiz my Veela side overpowering 'Arry's contributions. Bill will love zem as 'is own. As long as I do not flaunt my affair with 'Arry in front of 'im, my 'usband will be fine."

Hermione blinked and understood why Bill looked as he did.

"I would like it if we could be friends, 'Ermione. Zis did not start well, but it does not 'ave to stay ze same."

"And what of Ginny? I saw what you did earlier. Don't tell me you didn't push her buttons on purpose."

"True," Fleur admitted with an impish smile, "But Ginny 'as never like me. She will come around if we are friends."

Hermione hummed in agreement and said, "I don't mind that, but it'd depend on if you can convince Harry."

"Good! Zat I 'ave no doubts about."

"Is that right, Fleur?"

The beautiful Veela gasped at the deep voice behind her and turned her neck to see bright green eyes staring right at her.

"'Arry! When did you get here?"

Harry moved to sit next to Hermione and wrapped an arm around the brunette. "A few minutes ago. Right before you talked about Bill."

Fleur fidgeted in her seat and tried to see how Harry felt. It honestly shouldn't matter since her goal of getting pregnant was already accomplished. Still, a large part of Fleur wanted, no, needed to know if Harry would be up for a repeat. Fleur still wanted the best of the best for her future children.

"It's hard to forget what you did, Fleur. You used my boy as a way to gain my trust before lying to get what you wanted. I'd be a fool to fall in bed with you again."

Fleur made to defend herself, but Harry put up a hand to stop her. "But I can feel the connection with the baby you're carrying." Harry's eyes softened significantly, "She's mine."

Hermione could already see the outcome of this. She gently squeezed the arm around her in support.

Little James was going to have three new siblings.

Ginny's anger was disappearing. Hermione knew that for a fact, but the redhead still acted like she couldn't stand Fleur when she came over. The brunette supposed that it was Ginny's pride at this point.

It had only been a week since they discovered that Fleur was carrying, and not a single day had gone by without the platinum-blonde witch visiting Grimmauld Place. Surprisingly, Fleur hadn't tried to become intimate with Harry yet. She seemed far more focused on spending time with James, often being seen cooing at the baby in her arms as she lounged around. If Fleur was trying to get in Harry's and Hermione's good graces, it was indeed working as expected.

Everyone knew that it was something Fleur did on purpose. It was too obvious not to, but that didn't matter.

"'E finally went to sleep," Fleur walked into the library, "Zat boy is far too active!"

Hermione didn't look up from her book and said, "And there'll be three more pretty soon. Harry better be ready for the consequences of what he did to us."

Fleur squeezed into the chair Hermione was sitting on. The brunette flinched at the unexpected contact and yelped, "Fleur! This chair is meant for one person!"

"Zat, I know," Fleur said while pressing her soft curves against Hermione's, "I zink it 'as been long enough, yes? I need some release, 'Ermione. 'Arry seems to still avoid me, so you will 'ave to 'elp."

Hermione wasn't aware that Harry was avoiding Fleur, especially since he was cautiously optimistic about Fleur when she wasn't around.

"Really?" Hermione asked with disbelief while batting away Fleur's hand, "It didn't seem like that for me." When the Veela tried it again, Hermione bluntly said, "It'd be better to try this with Ginny. I'm only with women when Harry is involved, and even then, it's usually an accidental touch."

"Good," Fleur said with a glint in her eyes, "I want zat man inside me, and if 'e walks in to see my tongue deep inside your cunt, I bet 'e will fuck me."

Hermione looked at Fleur in shock, with some admiration hidden underneath. The blonde knew what she wanted and would do what was needed to get it.

"And what about your claim that you still love Bill? You clearly don't need to sleep with Harry if you are pregnant."

"'Ermione! 'Ow can you say zat? I will need to make sure I am compatible wiz 'Arry often. Bill will know I still love 'im even if I am in 'Arry's bed every week."

What made this weirder for Hermione was that Fleur looked like she believed what she was saying. It sounded like a lot of nonsense, but it wasn't Hermione's marriage, so she put it aside.

"That's nice," Hermione returned to her book, "But it still won't convince me."

Fleur simply kept grinning at her.

When Harry came home, it was far too quiet. The first thing he did was check the nursery and saw a tiny brown-haired boy sleeping peacefully. The next place was the bedroom, usually where Ginny lounged if she was alone. But nobody was there.

That left the library, Hermione's favorite haunt.

The second Harry's foot passed the doorway, the gasps and moans filling the library became audible. It was extremely rare for Hermione to have some fun with Ginny without him, but Harry was glad they were. His loves getting closer was only a good thing for him. However, Harry's mouth dropped when he saw the pale globes of Fleur's firm arse swaying in the air with her face buried between Hermione's legs.

His oldest friend held Fleur's long hair in a ponytail as she kept the Veela's mouth attached to her cunt. Harry shifted his legs to readjust the rapidly hardening cock and quietly walked toward the two women.

It was hell for him the past week as Fleur regularly appeared in his home in skimpy dresses that hid nothing. Her natural beauty was somehow highlighted by the prospective motherhood, and Harry had to pretend like he had nothing to do with it.

Not only did he not want to set off his wife and best friend turned lover by crossing the line with Fleur, Harry clearly remembered the platinum-blonde witch saying she was still in love with Bill. He was perfectly fine acting like Fleur's stud, but it was torture not being able to fuck her like he wished as she sauntered around in form-fitting clothes.

Well, seeing her bare arse perfectly positioned for Harry to mount, it looked like he would get his wish after all. His robes slipped off his body as Harry freed his cock from its constraints. Hermione heard the soft sounds of the robes falling on the floor and opened her eyes to see Harry staring greedily at Fleur's round arse.

Hermione mentally congratulated Fleur for getting what she wanted and closed her eyes again to focus on the wonderful feeling of the hot blonde slurping on her cunt.

The said blonde rubbed her nose into Hermione's clit while curling her tongue inside her pussy when she heard Harry say, "Is this for me? Or should I leave you two alone?"

Hermione made a sound of disappointment when Fleur left her pussy to turn around. Harry's cock twitched in excitement at seeing the Veela chin shining with Hermione's juices.

"It is yours, 'Arry... as long as you 'ave forgiven me for what I did."

Harry should be mad that Fleur was using her body as a sort of incentive, but his girls had already forgiven the blonde. Hermione was somehow willing to have Fleur eat her out, so that was obvious, and Ginny just needed more time to accept Fleur's place in their lives. Though, Harry wasn't too sure what her place was, to be honest. That, however, could be figured out after he fucked Fleur to his satisfaction.

A sharp crack filled the room, accompanied by Fleur's squeal. A faint red handprint could be seen on the pale skin of her arse as it jiggled from the hit.

"Done, you're forgiven, Fleur. But you still have to pay for the transgression."

"Yes, 'Arry," Fleur moaned when Harry ran his cock along her tightly-sealed pussy, "Whatever you want."

A gasp left the Veela's lips when Harry buried his cock deep inside her pussy in one thrust with his hands gripping her wide hips.

"Oh, it's not just me, Fleur," Harry rolled his hips while pressed up to her arse, "My loves will enjoy your sinful body too."

Hermione chose that time to pull Fleur's mouth back to her pussy in perfect coordination. Harry grinned as the brunette took charge of the gorgeous Veela and rubbed her pussy all over her face.

Harry pulled back and snapped his hips forward, meeting Fleur's arse with a loud smack, making her wail into Hermione's cunt.

"Harry," The brunette moaned, "Do that again."

Harry obediently did, repeating the thrust and shunting Fleur's body into Hermione. He smiled at the whorish moans leaving Hermione's lips and moved his hands from Fleur's hips to her full tits. As Harry's fingers sank into her soft flesh, he immediately noticed a difference from the last time he felt them. The Veela's tits were already large enough to spill between his fingers, but it felt just a tiny bit bigger.

Harry pulled out and fucked back inside while pinching her pink nipples and didn't stop after one thrust. He had mounted Fleur like she was his bitch and supported her body by her tits, rutting down into her frantically with the sole purpose of getting himself to completion.

Until Ginny accepted her presence, Harry intended to use Fleur purely for his own pleasure. It'll incentivize the blonde to get his wife on board. Unfortunately for Harry's plan, Fleur got off far too easily for it to be possible.

Hermione shrieked when Fleur started screaming into her pussy. Harry grunted in surprise when Fleur's pussy spasmed around his cock. While he would usually fuck right through it, Harry did the unthinkable and pulled out.

"'AARIIIII!" Fleur's pussy sprayed out a gush of clear fluid onto the floor with no cock in the way. When she came down from her high and shuddered on her knees, Harry returned to her cunt.

"Merde!"

Fleur's face went slack when Harry's cock spread her sensitive pussy. Each of his thrusts ended with his full balls smacking into her stinging clit. Harry's hips crashing into her jiggling arsecheeks rang through the room as he relentlessly chased his orgasm.

Hermione watched her child's father use the stunning woman roughly with lidded eyes. She had thoughts of using Fleur's talented mouth again but had a feeling that might best be saved for later. Harry's attention to her pussy hinted at what he had planned, especially if this was some sort of 'punishment' for Fleur.

When Fleur started shaking her head and her knees lost their strength to hold her ass up, Harry pulled out of her again. He left Fleur to release another spray of femcum onto the floor while he moved to Hermione with a cock about to explode.

"If you can hear me, Fleur, this is part of your punishment. The cum you so desperately want, you'll never have in your cunt until you convince Ginny you deserve it. Until then, I'll have Hermione and Ginny take my loads that you worked so hard to get out."

Fleur made a weak sound of protest when Harry pushed Hermione's legs up but could only watch as he penetrated the brunette to the hilt.

Harry kissed Hermione softly as he shot wave after wave of cum deep into her pussy. After his balls were empty, Harry made a last thrust to clear his shaft of any cum and pulled out.

"Zis is not fair!"

Harry looked down at the full-breasted, thin-waisted, and wide-hipped woman looking teary. His cock twitched again, even though he had just come.

"If you want a taste, you can slurp it out of Hermione."

Hermione squealed as her toes curled when Fleur started digging the cum out of her pussy with her tongue.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Notes:

An abrupt end to the story, but I lost interest in the direction I took it.

Chapter Text

11 Years Later:

"Girls! Be careful!"

Harry wondered if this was punishment for what he had done. Having three daughters, all with three different but stunning women, came with issues he didn't foresee when they were born. Harry was already having fits thinking about when his girls would get into their boy phase.

"Dad, you know they won't listen to you."

Harry sighed tiredly, knowing his only son was right. He had always been a pushover for his daughters. It got to a point where their mothers were the only ones that could control them.

"Keep an eye out for them, will you?" Harry rubbed James's unkempt hair fondly, "Well, as much as you can."

"You're asking this one to keep them out of trouble?"

Harry pulled a struggling James into a tight hug as he turned to see Ginny smirking at him with Hermione and Fleur smiling beside her. Every time Harry saw them, he marveled at how lucky he was to have them. Even after each of them gave him children, their stunning looks didn't diminish in the slightest. In fact, motherhood made them somehow even more attractive. Harry especially loved the larger breasts and widened hips.

He quickly averted his eyes when they started glaring at him for checking them out while James was there.

"It's his job as a big brother," Harry rubbed James's head again, getting him to whine loudly, "Isn't that right, James?"

"Fine! Yes, it is. Let me go, dad!"

James huffed when he was finally free. Ignoring his smirking father, he quickly hugged his mum before doing the same to his aunts and rushing off.

"Remember to send letters!" Hermione yelled after her oldest child. When he was out of sight, the smile on her face dropped off. "He noticed."

Harry gave her a slight nod, telling her wordlessly that he didn't miss it either. When they had first dropped James off at the station for his first year, the rumors that had been swirling around the nature of Harry's relationship with Hermione and Fleur were all but confirmed.

Of his children, the only one that carried the Potter name was his daughter from Ginny. Abagail Potter was a dead-ringer for her late grandmother, or so Harry was told. If Claire and Liliane didn't have the stunning green eyes he inherited from Lily Potter, it might have been possible to hide their true parentage for a bit longer.

However, everything turned out for the best. Harry had no intention of hiding his children forever. It was already a hopeless cause with Claire since she was rarely seen in the presence of Ron. Even if she was, Harry was always right next to her since he didn't trust his previous friend to behave.

As for Liliane, it was a little more complicated. Bill tried his hardest to treat her like a daughter but never quite accomplished it. Completely understandable in Harry's view since Liliane's green eyes were a constant reminder of who the true father was. It also didn't help that Fleur often strayed from her marriage bed to get railed by Harry regularly.

That didn't mean Harry and his women were happy about the unauthorized photos and gawking of the random bystanders. His children knew of who their true father was, but not about the numerous rumors that were spread in tabloids about them. The first to find out was obviously James.

Harry was lucky his only boy took the gossip surrounding him like a trooper. He only hoped his girls would do the same. Hopefully, James would be able to shield his sisters from the worst of it.

"I will 'ead back, 'Arry," Fleur interrupted his thoughts, "You know 'ow Bill gets when I spend too much time wiz you."

Harry usually let Fleur do as she wished since her relationship with him was quite different compared to Ginny or Hermione, but this would not be one of those days.

"I have something I need to talk to you about," Harry avoided his instinct to grab Fleur's hand to keep her close, "Come back with us for a few hours."

Fleur raised a perfect eyebrow before a slow smile formed on her kissable lips. "Let me guess. 'Ermione and Ginny will be zere for zis… talk."

Harry didn't deny that. Doing so would be a lie since he wanted all three to help him with the problem he suddenly found himself with. Harry shrugged and said, "Let's talk about this more when we don't have eavesdroppers around us."

"Come on, Fleur," Hermione hooked her arm with the silver-haired witch, "Let's not give these leeches more to drool over."

Harry's eyes trailed down slowly as the two women walked away, taking in the pert arses that he had the pleasure of fucking many times in the past. If there was one thing that excited Harry about his princesses starting their schooling, it was the additional time he'd have with their mothers.

"Hey!" The back of Harry's head stung a little from the slap Ginny gave him, "What was that for? Spousal abuse goes both ways, you know?"

"Shut it," Ginny rolled her eyes as she started to pull Harry to the apparition point, "You would have been drooling if I hadn't snapped you out of it."

"That's a lie," Harry denied, though he could see that possibly happening. Thinking of Hermione's cheeks rippling as he slammed into her from behind or his face between Fleur's fantastic arse could definitely make him drool. Especially when he had the privilege to do both many, many times.

"Sure," Ginny obviously didn't believe her husband, "So what are you planning now? I thought you would be far too depressed from our girls leaving to do anything. I suppose you want to shag us until you forget?"

"Ginny!" Harry hissed, "Don't give anyone a chance to make us the headline."

"Oh no!" Ginny was in a rare form, a sarcastic one, "Harry Potter is going to shag the women that already gave him children. What a huge surprise!"

Harry was unimpressed, but the giggling that Hermione and Fleur let out told him that he was the only one.

"We'll, alright then," Harry decided that if they didn't care, he had no reason to hold back any of his urges.

Harry pulled his wife closer and made her wrap her arms around him. Two loud claps attracted the eyes of the people around them, but all they saw was four people disappearing in a soft pop.

Harry and his witches appeared in the living room with a soft pop, immediately followed by Hermione's screech.

"I told you I don't like that without a warning!"

Fleur simply moaned like the slut she was and enjoyed what Harry did.

Since his women didn't seem to be concerned about the optics of their relationship anymore, Harry figured he should lay claim to them in the best way he knew how. By slapping their jutting arsecheeks and sinking his fingers into the soft flesh that begged to be abused.

"Tough," Harry grunted as he pulled Hermione and Fleur into a hug by his grip on their bum. Ginny was trapped in the middle and would have been offended that Harry left her, his wife, unmolested if not for the massive witch-breaking shaft that was making its presence known on her stomach.

"This is cozy," Ginny murmured, sandwiched between her husband's mistresses, "I suppose this is where you pound away until we've got our brains turned into mush?"

That wasn't exactly what Harry wanted to accomplish, but with how his cock reacted to Ginny's guess, he certainly didn't mind. Still, he wanted to make his intentions clear.

"The last decade of my life couldn't have been any better. Not only did I get the big family I always wished for, but it was also accomplished in a way that I wouldn't have ever dreamed of being possible."

The witches listening to Harry all gained soft smiles on their faces. There was just one thing that spoiled it a little, something they noticed that Harry had a habit of doing when being sappy. His hands were still gripping Hermione's and Fleur's jutting arse with no intention of letting go.

"I hope you three help me make my new dream also come true," Harry shifted his hands to the other jutting arsecheek of his mistresses. He had to make sure their spectacular bums were fully utilized. "My princesses may have left for school today, but I hope to have three more daughters to spoil a year from now."

Ginny and Fleur stiffened in unison and looked at each other before turning to Hermione, excitement already bubbling inside them.

Fleur was all for it, always wanting more children from Harry's seed. Her daughter Liliane was the epitome of what could be achieved from a Veela like her and a powerful wizard of Harry's caliber. It was hard to believe, but Fleur knew her daughter would be far more beautiful than her when fully grown up. It was amusing for her when Harry realized that before worrying himself silly at the thought of a boy taking advantage of her. As if their daughter would let an unworthy wizard near her.

The other two girls from Harry's seed were no slouch either in looks. While not a match for Liliane, Fleur knew that they would become stunners of their generation. Again, not a surprise when the women Harry chose to impregnate were Ginny and Hermione Weasley.

With all that, of course Fleur would have been eager to carry another one of Harry's babies. The only reason she didn't was because of Hermione.

The brunette had been adamant about stopping at two children, which made Fleur and Ginny follow her decision. It certainly wasn't forced, but they decided to do so for their own reasons.

For Fleur, the obvious jealousy Hermione exhibited when Harry spent time alone with either Ginny or her would likely go out of control if Fleur chose to get bred by their man. It could turn out to be a fun time to use that explosion of jealousy for sex, but it could also be disastrous. In the end, Fleur decided not to disturb the delicate balance.

Ginny did it for far simpler reasons. She had fallen in love with Hermione. Since the brunette was ecstatic to be the only woman to give birth to two of Harry's children, the redhead saw no need to challenge that. Besides, Ginny was happy to be a second mother to Harry's children with Hermione and Fleur.

However, this was the first time Harry had directly asked for them to bear more of his children. And if Ginny and Fleur realized something about Hermione in the past decade, it was that she couldn't deny Harry anything of real importance.

They were right.

Hermione had stopped after getting the perfect pair of children. The older being a boy and the younger a girl. It was something Hermione had always wished for when she was younger. When she was bullied for being a teacher's pet, a childish thought of an older brother protecting her came to mind. Hermione made it a reality for her clever little daughter. However, it seemed like Claire seemed to have more fun terrorizing her brother with her sisters.

The words denying Harry got stuck in Hermione's throat when she saw Harry looking at her so hopefully. She supposed having three more adorable girls in the house wouldn't be much of a hardship, Though she had to wonder why Harry would want to deal with three pregnant witches again.

"Are you sure?" Hermione delayed the inevitable, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you the one that swore up and down that our girls would give you grey hairs?"

Harry couldn't deny it. He had said that multiple times over the years, but the stress of having beautiful daughters was worth it. He loved James, but the boy had suddenly decided that hanging out with his old man wasn't 'cool.' The same couldn't be said for his daughters. Harry wasn't a fool and knew they were doing it so he would be putty in their tiny hands, but he was very willing to be that putty.

Hermione sighed when Harry kept looking at her expectantly. She knew there was no chance he would change his mind. "… Fine."

Harry's laugh of excitement could only be matched by Ginny's and Fleur's joy. He was so distracted by his happiness that Ginny took advantage of that and claimed Hermione's lips in a deep sloppy kiss before Harry could.

He refused to let his witches out of his grasp, specifically his grasp of Hermione's and Fleur's arse. Harry had a clamp on those cheeks for so long that he was sure there had to be an imprint of his finger on their smooth skin. He would find out soon enough, so Harry focused on the only pair of lips that weren't being occupied.

Fleur gave him a sultry grin before pulling his face down so she could push her tongue into Harry's warm mouth. She was thankful that Hermione and Ginny occupied each other.

It might be surprising after the way Fleur got Harry to fuck her the second time, but she wasn't too keen on playing with the fairer sex. That didn't mean she wasn't willing to do so to entice Harry to rail her harder than he usually does, but it wasn't something she'd do without a similar reason.

Fleur was happy to keep Harry's mouth company while Hermione and Ginny tongue-fucked each other.

Harry pulled away from the silver-haired Veela's pouty lips with a loud slurp, strings of saliva conning their separating lips before Fleur sucked them in and swallowed it.

"I want to be ze first," Fleur reached down to stroke Harry's hard cock presiding into Ginny, "I want my girl to be the oldest again, mon amour."

Harry grunted before slamming his lips against Fleurs for a minute before pulling away and leaving her lips swollen. "Why should I?" Harry raked his eyes down Fleur's voluptuous body, "Liliane does a fantastic job leading her sisters into all sorts of trouble. Give me a reason I should want a repeat of that."

"Instead, I think Hermione would be perfect to breed first," Harry followed that by gathering Hermione's hair in a makeshift ponytail in his fist before yanking her back to break her kiss with Ginny. Hermione was able to get a gulp of air before she found Harry's tongue when Ginny's had just been deep in the back of her mouth.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Harry pulled his tongue out of Hermione's mouth and he pushed her lips back into Ginny's, letting them taste each other's tonsils again.

"You could do zat," Fleur didn't seem worried about being able to convince Harry, "But if you promise to fuck me full of your baby batter, I promise to do ze zing you wanted."

Harry repeatedly blinked for a few seconds before saying, "There's no way you're being serious."

Fleur ignored Hermione and Ginny getting increasingly obnoxious with the slurps from their tongue-filled kiss. "If you let go of my derrière, I will show you."

Harry debated if it was worth releasing Fleur's juicy arse on the off chance this wasn't a trick, but the temptation was too much. He reluctantly let go of Fleur's jutting cheek, causing it to bounce back into its perfectly rounded shape.

"Remember, 'Arry," Fleur kissed the corner of his mouth, "You 'ave to keep your part of ze deal. If you do, zis won't be ze last time."

Harry still had doubts when Fleur slowly got on her knees, her face directly in front of his groin. As Fleur was known to do with her distaste of using magic to rush the art of undressing before sex, she slowly unbuttoned Harry's trousers and hooked her fingers past the band, catching his boxers at the same time and pulled down.

Fleur's soft lips kissed the top of his cock, the first thing that was seen with how hard it was, and she didn't waste too much time savoring the precum before leaving a trail of pecks down Harry's large shaft. When his trousers fell to the floor, Fleur nuzzled into his balls and gave an opened-mouthed kiss to the part of Harry that would be responsible for producing the seed to impregnate her.

"Are you ready?" Fleur idly stroked his cock while tracing his balls with her tongue.

Harry definitely was, which was why he was irritated when Hermione grabbed his face and made him look at her. "Are you going to let her bribe you like this?"

"Hell yes," Harry said without hesitation, "You can bribe me like this too."

Hermione frowned in distaste. Ginny kissing her cheek was the only reason she didn't give Harry a vehement denial. "We love you, Harry," Ginny looked down to see Fleur shifting her position, "But we just aren't into that."

"You like it when I do it to you!" Harry had this argument many times before, "Maybe you just need to tr— AANH."

Ginny giggled at the high-pitched girl-like moan that left her husband's lips. Hermione didn't react much better, except she still had the mind to keep track of the situation.

"I suppose since Fleur is demeaning herself this much, I should support her the best I can," Hermione stared at the silver hair she could see around Harry's legs.

Harry wasn't aware of what his best friend-turned-mistress was saying. He was trying to resist the urge to blast his cum all over the place. That would be doubly an issue. First, that would be embarrassing as all hell, and second, Fleur has reserved the load for her womb.

The thing he was complaining to Hermione about was their refusal to reciprocate. All three of his women, whether it be Ginny, Hermione, or Fleur, had bums that wars would be fought over. They were each special in their own way, but the one common thing about them was Harry's reaction.

He loved to see those arses bounce and ripple under his thrusts. Harry loved to rough fuck them until their pale skin was bright red from his hips repeatedly beating them. That became increasingly difficult with the children in the house, so Harry found another way to show his love for those peach-shaped bums.

It involved having his face buried between those soft cheeks with his tongue shoved as deep as it could go up their arses. With magic involved in cleaning before the act, Harry felt he found himself a jackpot. That's why he dearly wished that his women worship him the same way he did them.

Harry wanted to look back and only see the top of a head while feeling a small tongue lick his arse. He got his wish. Harry couldn't even react to the feeling of the cleaning magic taking effect before Fleur buried her tongue into his hole.

He hugged Ginny tightly to his side, making her act like support to keep him standing on his shaky legs as he craned his neck to look behind him. The top of Fleur's head could be seen moving slightly as she didn't shy away from treating this like her favorite meal was in front of her.

"Bloodily hell, yes! Eat my arse, you fucking slut!" Harry's cock was leaking copious amounts of precum on Ginny's thighs as he used his idle hands to grope the redhead's curves. Ginny didn't stay inactive and chose that moment to shove her tongue into his open mouth.

With a tongue rimming him and another dueling against his own, Harry was thoroughly immersed in what he was feeling. Hermione's attack came utterly unexpected.

"MMPH!" Whatever Harry meant to say was swallowed by Ginny's mouth. He could barely resist cumming with just Fleur's tongue in his ass, but with Hermione swallowing his cock simultaneously, Harry had no chance.

He let go of Ginny and grabbed Hermione's head before trying to shove her down even further on his cock. With his other hand, Harry reached back and knotted Fleur's silver hair in his fist before keeping her in place.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Fleur's eyes widened as she started to fight against Harry's grip, but he didn't notice since he was busy force-feeding Hermione his cum. The cum that Harry had promised to reserve for Fleur's womb.

It was when Hermione had gulped the second rope of cum did Harry realize that he was blowing his load in the wrong person. He released the grip he had on Fleur's head while driving himself to slow down the rate of cum that Hermione was being fed.

"Get ready, Fleur!" Harry yelled with clenched teeth, "I still have some left!"

He heard Fleur clamber to her feet as a slow stream of cum trickled into Hermione's stomach. It would probably help to pull out of the brunette's throat, but Harry refused to have his cock exposed to the cold air longer than it needed to. His brilliant plan was to shove his cock as deep as possible inside Fleur's wet cunt immediately after pulling out of Hermione.

A few seconds later, a flushed Fleur with smudged lipstick appeared above Hermione's kneeling form. With quick movements, the Veela lifted her free-flowing dress and pulled aside her skimpy panties to reveal a glistening pussy that was more than ready for Harry's large cock.

Hermione coughed harshly when Harry pulled his cock out of her throat without warning. A stray shot of cum plastered itself on her face, leaving a thick strand of baby batter from her lips to her forehead before Harry could pound his cock into the place it needed to be.

Fleur shrieked at the sudden stretching she experienced before moaning like a two-bit whore when she immediately felt the warm splashes of cum hitting the walls of her womb. Feeling Harry's seed filling the depths of her cunt always made Fleur randy, but she was even more receptive to the feeling when she knew Harry was trying to fuck another baby into her.

"Ah, fuck," Harry wheezed between short, powerful thrusts that emptied everything his balls had left into Fleur, "After I'm done stuffing you with my cum, I think my wife needs some love too."

Fleur moaned deliriously and was vaguely aware of Ginny slamming her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. She was expecting Harry to give her filled cunt a break and start wrecking his wife, but instead of that, Fleur found herself pinned against the wall while Harry tried to demolish her pussy.

She was already squirting endlessly around the cock trying to form an imprint into her tight passage permanently. Harry didn't seem to find that level of fucked-stupid enough for Fleur. With a savage grunt, he dug his fingers into her pale thighs and started to pull her knot his thrusts, the sound of their hips crashing together becoming deafening as Harry chased his second release.

Fleur let out a shrill cry as her pussy exploded in a shower of clear fluids that doused the floor. That must have done something for Harry since he ripped his cock out of Fleur's spasming cunt and made a beeline for Ginny.

Harry didn't waste any time since his wife was more than ready with the number of times she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers. Ginny yelped when she found herself on her back with her legs pressed against her upper body. Harry pushed down on her ankles, keeping her folded in half before drilling his sensitive cock all the way to Ginny's cervix.

"Yessss!" Ginny hissed as she egged Harry on, "Cum in your wife, baby! You did the right thing by using that slag to get you off so you can fill my womb!"

Harry didn't need Ginny's encouragement since Fleur's cunt had almost milked out the seed from his balls, but her talking pushed him to the finish.

"Fucking hell!"

Harry's hips slammed into Ginny, making her squeal at getting her womb beaten by her savage of a husband.

"Fleur might be a Veela," Harry said between the grunts accompanied by thunderous thrusts into Ginny's cunt, "But fucking you is something else."

Ginny twitched as she screamed silently with her mouth wide open. Harry was cumming inside her alright, but he never stopped trying to fuck Ginny's brains out.

Hermione shivered as she realized what Harry was trying to do. He was trying to use another witch's cunt to milk his cock right to the edge before depositing the reward in a witch that did none of the work. It was childish, chauvinistic, and so many other words that Hermione would rant against with all her might.

So why was Hermione eagerly awaiting her turn?

She had watched as Harry emptied his balls into Ginny and continued to fuck the redhead like she was nothing but a tool to get his cock to the edge again. Hermione swore she could see Harry's balls fill up with the seed necessary to redo his actions all over again, only this time it would be with Hermione.

The brunette was still kneeling in the same place she had taken Harry's cock into her throat at the start. Hermione hadn't even realized that she was in the same spot. She was just too mesmerized by the destruction Harry left in his wake to bother to do anything. Fleur was slumped against the wall while staring blankly at the ceiling, and Ginny wasn't much better since she was completely limp on the floor.

The common thing between the two witches was the river of cum gushing out of their well-fucked cunts.

"Well, that just leaves you," Harry stalked over to the kneeling Hermione, "Now, what should I do with you?"

Hermione stared at his red cock with a bit of apprehension. It was all fun and games until the bitch-breaker was in front of you.

"I would love to pound your round arse like a drum until you can't stand for days," Harry mused to himself.

Hermione grew alarmed. She had seen him do that to Fleur. And while it was undeniably attractive to see the confident Veela get reduced to a blubbering, arse-beaten, whining mess of a witch, Hermione had no desire to experience that herself.

"No," Harry waved off that thought, "I want to make sure you're pregnant at the same time as Ginny and Fleur."

Hermione relaxed, knowing her bum was safe for now, though there was a hint of regret that couldn't be ignored at Harry's decision. Perhaps there was a part of her that wanted Harry to ruin her tight little arse.

"I'm starting to think that you have a fetish for getting us pregnant," Hermione teased, "Where was this in the past decade?"

"Maybe taking care of the kids made me forget about it," Harry gently rubbed Hermione's swollen lips with his thumb, ":… I still want to see your arse beaten red."

"Do you?" Hermione giggled, "I don't care as long as I end up in the same state as those two. Do your worst, Harry."

Harry's eyes darkened, a drop of precum falling from his painfully hard cock as he stared at Hermione. He had every intention of using a pepper-up potion to keep his stamina strong, but that wasn't needed until Hermione got her portion of his seed.

"Open your mouth, love." Harry held his shaft and pressed his cocktip to her lips, "Get me back to the edge."

Hermione licked the salty precum that coated her lips before taking the wide cockhead into her warm mouth. She slurped on his cock and bathed it with her spit for a few minutes before Harry pulled away.

"Bend over," Harry ordered, "I want to watch your arse bounce off my cock."

Hermione bit her bottom lip and slowly got on all fours before bending her arms to lay her face on the floor. She knew what Harry wanted, and her arse high in the air with her face down was exactly what he had in mind.

"So fucking perfect," Harry crouched behind Hermione and gave her arse a sharp smack, making her cheeks bounce, "Even after all these years, I can't believe I get to make his arse mine."

"You know how to make the mother of your children feel special," Hermione murmured sarcastically as Harry squeezed her round cheeks, "Truly romantic."

Harry raised himself slightly in his crouch to get his cock in a perfect stop to rail Hermione's cunt. "There's a time of lovemaking, Hermione."

"Oh!"

Harry sheathed his cock in Hermione's tight pussy in one powerful thrust. "This isn't one of them."

Hermione moaned as Harry made one arse-bruising thrust after another, shunting her body back and forth from the force of his hips smacking into her. Harry's tight grip on her hips helped to pull Hermione into his punishing thrusts. He wanted to see her arse bounce on his cock, and that was precisely what was happening.

"You know what?" Harry moved his grip from Hermione's hips to her shoulders, arching her upper body a bit, "I think I'm going to fuck your arse anyway. I just have to pull out and dump my load in your cunt."

Hermione protested by pushing her hips back into Harry's thrusts, planting her arse on his groin so he wouldn't be able to pull out. "Don't you dare!" Hermione said in a near scream, "I'm so fucking close to an orgasm!"

"Fine, but you'll have my cock in your arse after that," Harry grunted and moved his hand from her shoulder to right below her breasts before pulling her up into a kneeling position with her back plastered to Harry's body.

Hermione moaned as her body was held in place as Harry pounded his hips into her reddening arse. She tilted her head to the side to let Harry kiss her neck before he turned her face to get access to her lips. It didn't take much longer for Harry and Hermione to cum at the same time.

The claps of Harry's hips crashing into Hermione's jutting arse never let down. Instead, it increased in frequency as they moaned into each other's lips. Hermione's already tight cunt squeezed down like a vice on Harry's thrusting shaft, helping to milk the cum that was begging to be let out of his balls.

Harry swallowed a keening wail that Hermione let out into their kiss as he felt his thoughts get doused by her pussy juices. He used more muscle to keep up the pace of his fucking until his balls contracted, pushing the first blast of cum past her fervid and into her womb.

Harry grabbed the back of Hermione's head to keep their lips connected and wrapped his other arm around her flat stomach. He wanted to keep her in place until he was sure all of his baby batter was where it belonged. It felt like minutes had passed with Harry continuing to fuck Hermione as he spewed load after load into her womb.

When she finally felt the flow stop, Hermione assumed that he would pull out, but she had forgotten what Harry had done with the other two. He kept fucking them until he was ready to blow another load.

Hermione was no different.

"Oh, Merlin!" Hermione shrieked when Harry kept fucking her sore pussy, "Harry!"

"I need more for Fleur, love," Harry grunted as he supposed a small vial before downing the potion inside. Hermione shuddered when she felt his fucking get more energetic as her cunt tried to hopelessly fight the cock ruining it.

"I'm going to give each of you plenty of cum to make sure my cum takes root."

Hermione wheezed as she experienced another mind-melting orgasm.

She weakly fell into Harry's arms from continuous orgasms ripping through her. Hermione strangely thought of her in-name husband in the middle of all this. Specifically, of how she should thank him. Going along with Ron's ridiculous decision to loan her out to Harry was the best thing Hermione did for herself.

All memory of Ron was immediately shoved out of her mind when Harry claimed her lips again.