"Mon Dieu," Fleur sighed as she woke to the sensation of someone running their fingers through her long silver-gold hair.

Her crystal blue eyes fluttered open, and she saw just what the warm, soft, yet solid pillow she was resting her head on truly was.

"Only mortal, I'm afraid," Harry whispered, making her smile.

She looked up at his handsome face and felt her heart skip a beat. Her sex ached in a way she'd never experienced before, but that was to be expected. No one had ever fucked her like he had before. He was passionate yet undeniably in control of himself, took her roughly enough to make her scream and yet tenderly enough to make her soul sing, and more than anything, he had taken her over and over again for hours. He hadn't been her first, as she craved sex as much as any Veela, and yet she felt like she'd only just learned what it meant to be truly fucked.

"Are you sure?" Fleur asked, pushing herself up to look down at him. "I would 'ave sworn what I experienced last night was divine."

"If that's all it takes for someone to be a god, then surely you're a goddess," Harry rumbled, pulling her in close and peering deeply into his eyes.

He'd taken off his glasses the night before, and as she looked into his uncovered eyes, she swore that they were far too pretty to belong to a man. She kissed him softly, not wanting to subject either of them to morning breath too much and yet needing to express the affection bubbling up inside her.

"Good morning," Harry grinned, running his hands down along her sides to her hips.

"A very good morning," Fleur smiled. "'Arry, last night was incroyable."

"For me too," Harry replied, brushing her mussed-up hair behind her ear.

"Seriously, zough," Fleur continued, "your incredible cock, your endless stamina, and ze way you seemed to learn all zeir was to know of my body so quickly, I can see why you're so popular."

"About that…" Harry went to say.

"You can keep ze others, 'Arry," Fleur said dismissively. "Veela practice monogamy only because society demands it, and usually only in public."

"Oh?" Harry asked.

"Finding someone who can satisfy our needs completely is 'ard at ze best of times," Fleur replied. "Few men are capable at all, and I 'ave never 'eard of anyone exhausting a Veela as you did me before. For my kind, ladies nights are more often zan not orgies where ze pent up women find satisfaction with each other."

"That must be a sight," Harry murmured, feeling his cock throb at the thought of a half-dozen or so blonde beauties fucking each other's brains out.

"Something you might see soon enough," Fleur grinned. "Your lovers are all involved with each other, I know. Oo are ze other two? I 'ave not felt zeir presence in ze school."

"They don't go here," Harry replied.

"I assumed zey were older women living in ze village nearby," Fleur murmured. "It's either zat or you are making a truly impressive mockery of zis castle's defenses."

Harry paused, not entirely sure of what he should say. He knew that if he was going to keep seeing Fleur, he'd have to fess up to her about Rias and Akeno eventually, but he still didn't know just how she'd react, and he wasn't sure how to even broach the subject to find out.

"I'll speak to them later about introducing you," he said after a moment.

"Okay," Fleur replied, furrowing her brow in confusion.

She relaxed after a moment, figuring that whatever the reason for his reluctance to name his mystery lovers, he'd tell her eventually.

"We should probably shower and head down to breakfast," Harry murmured, willing a door along the wall of the bedroom to lead to a proper shower.

"I didn't notice zat door last night," Fleur commented, and Harry froze, berating himself silently for not remembering that they hadn't told her about the room. "Eh, I was preoccupied, no? As for breakfast, I zink I could start zat right now."

"What do...oh fuck," Harry groaned as she lowered her head down and swallowed his entire shaft in one motion.

Luna squeaked as she saw Harry, her silver eyes beaming with joy at him as he sat down.

"How was it?" she asked excitedly.

"Incredible and not something I'm discussing in the great hall," Harry murmured.

"Oh, that's okay," Luna shrugged. "She does want more though, right? Silly question, who wouldn't? Thank you."

Harry laughed at his friend and lover's antics and kissed the crown of her head, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He looked across the table at Hermione and grew concerned at how distracted she looked.

"Hermione, you okay?" he asked, shocking her out of her reverie.

"Hmm?" Hermione asked. "Oh, sorry. Good morning."

"I didn't see you at dinner last night," Luna murmured. "If I wasn't so focused on waiting for Harry to show up, I'd have asked earlier if you were fine."

Fleur walked in then, and Luna caught her eye. The other blonde winked at her before sitting with the other Beauxbatons students and Luna smiled widely.

"I grabbed something to eat from the kitchens and turned in for an early night," Hermione replied. Looking at Harry, she added, "That's clearly something you didn't have."

"No, my night was anything but early," Harry chuckled, pouring himself a cup of tea. "How did things go with your parents?"

"It was...not what I was expecting," Hermione replied.

"What were you expecting?" Luna asked.

"My parents came to Hogwarts to speak to me," Hermione replied, casting a silencing charm around their little corner of the table. "To my mind, that could only mean bad news. Instead, it was...different."

"Butterbeer?" Charlotte asked as she looked at the menu.

"Yes, it's a favorite around here," Hermione replied. "It's…"

"Oh, I know what it is," Charlotte replied. "I had a friend years ago who was really into historic recipes and the like. This was very popular in the Tudor period around here. I just never thought I'd see it on a pub menu."

"Sort of liked mulled wine but with beer and butter?" Daniel asked.

"Something like that," Charlotte replied.

"Have you decided what you'd like?" Rosmerta asked.

"Butterbeer will be lovely," Charlotte replied.

"Make that two," Daniel replied, smiling.

Hermione nodded to Rosmerta, and she said, "Three butterbeers coming up."

"I guess they cook off the alcohol?" Charlotte asked.

"I don't think whatever they use to make it has much to begin with," Hermione replied. "Now, how exactly is this going to work?"

"Sorry?" Daniel asked.

"Will I be spending July with one of you and August with the other?" Hermione asked after casting a silencing charm around their booth. "I suppose going back and forth each week would work too."

"Hermione, what are you talking about?" Charlotte asked.

"You came all the way for a reason," Hermione replied. "I have no living grandparents, and you're both only children, so it isn't a death in the family. I'm not close enough to any of your friends for it to be worth coming out here to tell me if one of them died, and all my friends are here. Excluding that sort of bad news, the most likely answer is divorce, though the lack of a ring on Dad's finger could have given that away."

"Observant as ever, Hermione," Daniel said, "but you're wrong nonetheless. I have a patch of dry skin on the underside of my ring finger, and getting the ring past it without tearing it open has been difficult."

"Oh," Hermione murmured, flushing slightly. "Then why did…"

"Here you are," Rosmerta smiled, placing their drinks in front of them. "Enjoy."

"Thank you," Charlotte said. As the pub's owner left, she turned to her daughter and sighed. "The truth is that you were very nearly right."

"Your mother and I have been growing apart for some time, and when we discussed the state of our marriage a few months back, divorce was a possibility that was raised," Daniel explained.

"I didn't want to do that while you were still in school, though," Charlotte added, "and I suggested that we try couples' counseling. Oh, this is fantastic."

"It really is," Daniel added, setting his butterbeer down.

"You agreed to go to therapy?" Hermione asked incredulously, well aware of how little faith her father had in the concept generally.

"Not at first," Daniel replied, "but I was talked into it eventually, and I'm glad."

"Doctor Clarke has helped the both of us realize a few things about ourselves," Charlotte continued.

"She helped me, for one, to realize that a few things I'd taken for granted as normal really weren't," Daniel added. "We haven't really been the greatest parents to you, Hermione."

"I've turned out alright," Hermione replied, swallowing thickly.

She was a witch who was embracing a life of orgiastic hedonism, but she got good grades at least.

"Hermione, your father and I, we…" Charlotte trailed off.

"We're not the warmest, most affectionate people on Earth," Daniel finished for her, looking awkward. "It's how we were raised, really. Your grandparents, my parents and hers all had a very specific idea of what appropriate familial affection looked like."

"My parents decided from the moment I was born that I was going to follow them both into the medical field, and they were furiously disappointed when I chose dentistry," Charlotte scowled. "I hated the unyielding expectation and swore that I wouldn't do that to you. That's part of why I was so happy to accept your magical education when we realized that that was a possibility, but while I didn't, and my parenting differed in that regard; it didn't in any other, really."

"Part of what first drew me to your mother was that she was the first woman I ever met who wasn't entirely caught up in emotional nonsense that I couldn't really understand," Daniel added, smiling wearily at his wife. "We really are a lot alike and have been able to understand each other since our early days at Uni in large part because we had very similar upbringings. I didn't have the pressure to go into medicine, but there were other pressures. Your granny's first love was the Anglican Church, and I don't think a day went by in all her life where she didn't mention God or Jesus. She'd have been far happier with me if I'd become a vicar instead."

"Having a witch for a daughter would have been awkward then," Hermione muttered, making him snort.

"All of this is to say that we know we're not particularly warm people and that we've been almost neglectful at times," Charlotte said, her eyes filled with unusual emotion.

"I'll admit that I have honestly wondered if you really wanted to have a kid more than once," Hermione muttered, not wanting to hurt them but unable to keep that in.

Charlotte choked, her eyes growing misty.

"Of course we wanted you, Hermione," Daniel declared, reaching out to place his hand on her arm.

"We love you," Charlotte whispered, not trusting her voice for the lump in her throat. "We're just really, really bad at showing it."

"When Doctor Clarke helped us see just how cold and unfeeling we had been towards each other all these years and helped us figure out why, we realized that we would have extended that to you as well," Daniel sighed. "This isn't to say that we're all warm and fuzzy now, and being emotional still feels odd, but we are both working on it."

"We're so sorry if we've made you feel unwanted or unloved," Charlotte whispered, and Hermione's last efforts to keep herself from crying failed.

Charlotte moved to her side of the booth and wrapped an arm around her.

"Wow," Harry muttered. "I had no idea."

"Neither one of us talks about home much," Hermione pointed out, blinking rapidly to dry her eyes.

"Come here," Luna all-but commanded, scooting over to make room for her.

Hermione walked around the table, something made easier by the fact that they were seated near the end of it, and squeezed in between Harry and Luna, who quickly hugged her.

"So, how surreal was that conversation?" Harry asked, knowing full well how bizarre it would be if his aunt and uncle transformed into well-adjusted people suddenly.

Her situation wasn't as bad as his had been from the sound of it, but he could relate nonetheless.

"Felt like I was in a dream, honestly," Hermione admitted, "one I hadn't had in years. My parents had always been cold and distant, and I had just come to accept that that would be the case forever."

"I can't imagine," Luna murmured. "Daddy's always been so caring with me, especially since Mummy died."

"Out of all of us, you actually have the most normal home life," Harry remarked. When Luna looked at him questioningly, he said, "Let's just say that my relatives and I don't get along."

"Well, we'll just have to build a family together," Luna declared, stretching to try and hug them both together.

"So how much do you really trust this?" Harry asked, knowing how suspicious he'd be in her shoes.

"Oh, they are absolutely sincere," Hermione replied. "How much they'll actually manage to change is to be determined. They want us to take a vacation together this summer with no motives other than just spending time together."

"That sounds great," Luna smiled. "Oh, you go could to Japan! Kuoh sounds really nice and scenic from how Rias has described it."

"I might suggest it," Hermione chuckled. "So how did things go with Fleur?"

"She already wants to meet my mystery lovers," Harry replied. "Veela can sense both attraction and who's slept with who, so she knows about you two as well as Rias and Akeno, though since she's never met them, she just knows that I'm sleeping with two other women."

"Lavender would commit unspeakable acts for that ability," Hermione muttered, looking over at her bubbly, gossip-loving dormmate, who winked at her.

"Oh, so she knows how much I want her then," Luna beamed, looking over at the Veela in question. "What are you planning?"

"I think the four of us could hang out later," Harry replied. When Hermione snorted, he added, "Like in the Three Broomsticks. I've been getting to know her, and I don't want to think that she'd react poorly to learning about the others, but I can't say for sure, and I'd like to get a second and third opinion. I'm not terribly good at subterfuge."

"And I am?" Hermione asked. "The last brilliant idea I came up with to get information out of someone put me in the hospital wing."

"What happened?" Luna asked.

"We thought Malfoy was behind the chamber incidents a couple years ago and used polyjuice to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room," Harry replied. "Ron and I turned into Crabbe and Goyle, but when Hermione took hair from Milicent Bulstrode's robes, it turned out to be from her cat. She grew fur, hair, and a tail and had to get Madam Pomfrey to fix her."

"You were a cat girl?!" Luna exclaimed. "Did you take pictures?"

"What? No!" Hermione exclaimed. "It was the most mortifying thing I've ever experienced. I had hair everywhere. Everywhere."

"Aww, but I bet you were so cute," Luna pouted, earning a scowl from Hermione and a laugh from Harry.

"This is the address," Harry murmured as they looked upon the unassuming townhouse in Islington.

"At least it's better than that dilapidated shack," Rias muttered.

"It's owned by the Blacks and has been uninhabited for years," Harry pointed out. "Even with the time Sirius has had to work on it, don't expect much."

He knocked on the door and heard the sound of someone rushing towards it. Sirius opened the door a little later, looking slightly better than he had the last time he'd seen him.

"Hello, Ha…" Sirius trailed off as he caught sight of Rias and just blinked at her.

She was wearing her school uniform and looked sexy as all hell, fittingly enough, but his godfather's reaction was still over the top, and Harry refused to let it go without comment.

"Sorry, luv, but I don't think he's seen a live woman in over a decade," he chuckled, breaking Sirius out of his trance.

"My apologies; I was just a little surprised," Sirius said smoothly. Extending his hand, he added, "Sirius Black, Lord of the Inbred and Most Batshit House of Black."

Rias laughed at the and shook his hand, saying, "Rias Gremory. Your godson's told me so much about you."

"All lies, I swear, unless they were good things," Sirius chuckled. "I'd say 'please come in,' but you probably don't want to."

"Still a wreck?" Harry asked.

"It's been completely neglected for years," Sirius grumbled, "and it was a dismal place before that."

He led them in, and Harry's first thought was that his godfather might have been understating the state of the place. It was filthy, quite obviously neglected, and not something that he would have considered habitable if Sirius had better options. He could see spots where Sirius had done some cleaning, but there was still a ton of work to do.

"A house elf let a place get this bad?" Harry asked in complete disbelief.

"The little prick had better things to do than look after this place," Sirius replied, "like listening to my mother rant and rave without end."

"Your mother?" Harry asked, confused.

"Just who have you brought to befoul this noble house now?" an unpleasant, grating voice asked.

"What in the...oh," Rias went to ask as she looked at the source of the noise.

A moving portrait hung in the main hallway, looking out at everyone who entered the townhouse. The woman in it looked old, with grey hair and deep lines in her scowling face, but something about her made her appear as though she'd aged before her time, as though the anger she exuded with her every breath had taken its toll.

"Hmm, you hold yourself the dignity of a pureblood, at least," the haggard woman said as she looked at Rias. "Tell me, girl, are you from one of the old families?"

"Far older than yours," Rias replied, earning a scowl from the woman. Turning to Sirius, she asked, "I take it this is mommy dearest?"

"In the paint," Sirius sighed. "This is my mother, Walburga Black. Let me assure you, the blood in her veins wasn't any warmer in life than it is here."

"Clearly I was wrong if you are so ill-mannered," Walburga spat at Rias. "Turning to Harry, she asked, "And who is this?"

"Harry Potter," Sirius replied before he could. "Dorea's grandson and my heir. Oh, and he's a halfblood."

Walburga's face turned a shade purple worthy of Vernon before she launched into a diatribe about blood, filth, and disappointments.

"Lucifer's light, why do you keep her here?" Rias asked.

"Can't bloody take her down," Sirius replied. "She's got a permanent sticking charm on her portrait that I doubt even Dumbledore could unravel. I've been thinking about building a brick wall around her."

"Could you destroy the charm?" Harry asked. "Or, failing that…"

"Gladly," Rias replied, turning to the still screaming portrait.

"...and dug your innards out with a spoon to feed to the dogs…" Walburga shouted, only to freeze as Rias' wings sprung from her back. "A devil?"

"No!" a new, high-pitched voice screamed. "Kreacher will not let you harm the mistress!"

An old-looking house elf appeared and stared up at Rias with manic hatred in his eyes, his arms spread wide as he prepared to fight her.

"Yes, you will," Sirius practically sang. "As your lord, I command you."

Kreacher screamed in frustration.

"Wait!" Walburga exclaimed, calming almost instantly. "Perhaps I truly did misjudge you, Sirius. Communing with devils is something that few even among our family has dared since the practice was banned."

"Harry's the communer here," Sirius said.

"There," Rias smiled as the sticking charm was destroyed by her power.

The large portrait only slipped a little, landing with a thud. Walburga looked around frantically, suddenly fearful that she was vulnerable.

"Kreacher, move her to wherever you stay," Harry ordered.

"I don't take orders from you," Kreacher growled.

"Yes, you do," Sirius replied less cheerfully. "He's my heir, and you will obey him."

With a huff, Kreacher grabbed Walburga's portrait and disappeared, all while the woman tried to beg them to reconsider.

"Why the elf quarters?" Sirius asked. "I'd have settled for the bottom of the Thames."

"He's clearly fond of her, and I'd rather have him on my side than not," Harry replied. "If him needing to obey your orders was all it took to get good work out of him, this place would be in better shape."

"Yes, well, he can't outright disobey me, but he can drag his feet pretty spectacularly," Sirius replied.

Harry shook his head, wishing that he could offer Dobby's services to help with the place, but the excitable elf was spending every moment he could, when the Room of Requirement was free, copying the texts from the omnilibrary.

"Ah!" Rias hissed, reaching behind her and ripping away a little blue-skinned fairy with purple wings and eight limbs.

"Oh, damn, did it bite you?" Sirius asked, drawing his wand. "Sorry about that; this place is still infested with doxies."

"Not for long it won't be," Rias muttered, blasting the pixie with the Power of Destruction.

She flew off then, seemingly decided to exterminate the little pests herself.

"I guess she'll be busy for at least a moment, so we can take care of some rather pressing business," Sirius said, looking oddly serious.

"What business?" Harry asked.

"High five," Sirius replied, holding up his hand.

"Are you se…" Harry cut himself off before he could finish, much to the disappointment of his otherwise amused-looking godfather.

"Yes, I am," Sirius replied with a grin. "Merlin's wrinkly sack, I thought James got lucky."

"Well, I can't argue with you there," Harry said, shaking his head as he high-fived the older man.

"So what is it that you needed, exactly?" Sirius asked.

"I need to find something that looks like this," Harry replied, pulling the replica locket from his mokeskin pouch. "Kreacher will hopefully be able to tell me more about it."

"Okay," Sirius shrugged. "Kreacher!"

"What is...ahh!" Kreacher cried as he spotted the locket in Harry's hand. "Where did you get that?"

"The cave," Harry replied, and the blood drained from the elf's face in an instant. "What happened to the real one, Kreacher?"

"Answer him honestly," Sirius added.

"Kreacher tried to destroy it," Kreacher wept, looking miserable, "but nothing worked. Not fire, not hammers, not…"

"It's still here, then?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Kreacher replied.

"Regulus ordered you to destroy it, but these things are very difficult to damage," Harry murmured.

"Diffi...you can destroy it?" Kreacher asked, his big, angry eyes filling with hope. "Tell Kreacher how!"

"I can bring it to someone who can destroy it," Harry replied, raising his hands and trying to calm the ornery creature. "Bring it to me."

"It is here," Kreacher muttered, holding out his hand and summoning the locket from where he'd stored it in the sitting room.

"It does look just like the replica," Sirius commented as it landed by their feet. Leaning down, he reached for it and asked, "What is it?"

"Don't touch it!" Harry snarled, pulling him back. "That thing is more dangerous than it looks."

"Stupid master," Kreacher mumbled under his breath.

"Harry, what the hell is it?" Sirius asked.

"It's a locket, which was made, or at least owned, by Salazar Slytherin in the eleventh century." Harry replied. "Decades ago, Voldemort stored a piece of his very soul inside it."

"A piece of his…" Sirius trailed off.

"That's how he came back," Harry explained. "It's why he cannot die. As long as it and the others…"

"There are others?" Kreacher asked, horrified.

"Not many at this point," Harry replied. "Most of them have been destroyed, and with this one secured, only one remains out of my grasp. Soon enough, they'll be gone, and so will he."

"Thank you," Kreacher said solemnly, bowing his head. "For so long, Kreacher tried and failed to find a way to fulfill Master Regulus' last request."

"If you want to thank me, fix this place up properly," Harry ordered softly.

"Kreacher will," Kreacher replied before disappearing.

Before their eyes, the grime around them slowly disappeared as the little elf got to work.

"He could have worked that quickly?" Sirius grumbled as he looked around.

"I think you two just rubbed each other the wrong way," Harry chuckled.

"No, he hated me because Mother did," Sirius replied. "You got into his good books by appealing to Reg; the only one he ever liked more than the mad cow."

"The doxies are gone," Rias announced as she returned, looking slightly tired but happy with herself. "Oh, is that the real one?"

"Yes," Harry replied. "He didn't manage to destroy it."

"Good," Rias sighed, picking it up.

"Good?" Sirius asked.

Rias and Harry shared a look, and he sighed.

"There's something you need to know about the horcruxes," Harry replied. "That's what the soul containers are called, by the way."

"Why does this sound like something I'm not going to like?" Sirius asked.

"I'll pop this over to Sirzechs and come back when I'm done," Rias said.

"Thanks," Harry smiled, kissing her goodbye before watching her disappear in a crimson magic circle. Turning to Sirius, he added, "So about the night my parents died…"

"You've lived with a piece of that monster's soul in your head for…" Sirius went to say, seated and looking stunned.

"Since I was a year old," Harry sighed.

"And Dumbledore hasn't…" Sirius went to ask.

"Dumbledore's brilliant, but the beings I'm in contact with now are older and more capable," Harry cut him off. "Sirzechs is Rias' older brother, and he does the thing that she did to the sticking charm, but on a whole different level."

"He's that powerful?" Sirius asked.

"He's pretty much the king of the underworld," Harry replied.

"King of the...wait, you're dating the devil's little sister?!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Not the devil," Harry replied. "He died, but I am dating his successor's little sister, yes, or at least I will be after today."

"Huh?" Sirius asked.

"With all the craziness going on and the fact that I can't really be seen with her in Hogsmeade without people asking questions, I haven't actually gone on a date with her yet," Harry replied. "It's part of why I'm dressed as nicely as I am."

"Hold on," Sirius said. "You're telling me that you've been sleeping with her for months now without taking her on a single date?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"I guess the universe owed you," Sirius chuckled. "Where are you taking her?"

"There's a pub nearby that looks really ice," Harry replied. "I'll think bigger once I can focus on more than just the madness of life."

"Are you really okay?" Sirius asked. "I mean, that thing in your head…"

"It hasn't hurt me in all these years, and now it can't," Harry replied. "One of the most powerful devils in the underworld enslaved the soul shard to me. I can actually order him to answer questions and teach me things now."

"You have all his knowledge at your disposal," Sirius breathed, his eyes going wide with shock.

"Yep," Harry replied. "That's how I've been able to track down the other ones."

"Harry, I hope you're being careful with what you learn from him," Sirius replied.

"I'm not going to start using anything particularly dark or dangerous," Harry replied, "but though he's a complete lunatic and a monster, the man is brilliant and the breadth of his magical knowledge is unreal. I plan to pick his crazy brain clean before having him destroyed."

"So long as you're careful," Sirius sighed. "I've seen what using dark magic can do to people."

"So has he," Harry replied. "He sees that sort of corruption as a good thing, but he can still warn me about it if ordered to do so."

"So what kind of things have you learned so far?" Harry asked.

"I could pass my O. with ease," Harry replied, "and would likely do well enough on my defense N.E.W.T. if I had to take it. I've also learned one thing that's going to come in handy for the date."

"Oh?" Sirius asked.

Before Harry could reply, a knock came to the door, and as Kreacher answered it, Rias wandered back in.

"My brother was busy, but I left the horcrux with him," she announced. "That's nearly all of them."

"Only my scar and his snake, if the Horcrux is right about what he'd most likely do next," Harry thought to himself. Turning to Sirius, he said, "It should go without saying, but none of what we've discussed can reach anyone else, not even Remus."

"I'm not exactly a social butterfly these days," Sirius replied dryly. "You can trust me to keep my mouth shut, though."

"Dumbledore agreed that finding the rat would be a good idea for multiple reasons," Harry assured him. "The second we have a lead on him…"

"If you go after Peter, just recall that, though he's a coward, that doesn't mean he isn't dangerous," Sirius warned him, "and you don't have to worry about me now. I can stay here safely enough."

"Right," Harry replied. "I'll be back in a few days to cast the Fidelius charm, once I've gotten more information out of Voldemort."

"I still can't believe you have a piece of his soul enslaved to you," Sirius chuckled. "That will give you one hell of an advantage over him."

"And it's not the only one," Rias murmured, resting her head on Harry's shoulder. "Do you want to stay a while or should I send you back to Hogwarts?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could take a walk," Harry replied. "Take care, Sirius."

"Stay safe, you two," Sirius replied, "and it was nice meeting you, Rias."

"It was a pleasure," Rias smiled.

Harry took her hand and led her away, leaving a thoroughly impressed, if slightly disturbed godfather in his wake.

The two of them walked out onto the street, and Harry led her along the path they'd taken from the alleyway she teleported them into when they first arrived.

"I must say, though that place was gross, this area is beautiful," Rias commented.

"It's one of the nicer parts of London, or so I've heard," Harry murmured.

"Certainly nice enough for a romantic stroll," Rias smiled.

"You said you were free for the rest of the day, right?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Rias replied, "which is why I was hoping that we could return to the Room and kick Dobby out for a couple hours."

"Actually, I've been thinking about it, and we probably don't need to kick him out," Harry remarked. "I could have the room create a bedroom for us in the middle of the library, completely closed off from the rest of it."

"That would be convenient," Rias agreed. "You're sure he doesn't want more breaks?"

"I offered, and he turned me down," Harry replied. "Elves work obsessively."

"I know a couple devils tried to bring them to the Underworld, but they didn't fare well for some reason," Rias murmured.

"Did they die?" Harry asked.

"Something like that," Rias replied. "I read about it ages ago and would need to find the book again."

"Well, we know we own it," Harry grinned. They reached the pub he'd spotted before just then, and he stopped. "You know, it's close to supper time."

"I know and…" Rias trailed off, looking at the building in front of them and back at Harry.

"We've kind of done this arse backwards, I know, but Rias, would you like to have dinner with me?" Harry asked.

"Kind of putting me on the spot here," Rias laughed lightly. "I'd love to."

The two of them went inside, with Rias taking a moment to make her outfit appear less like a school uniform before they did under her coat.

"Welcome to the Red Lion," the greeter said, smiling as she spotted them. "Table for two?"

"Yes, please," Harry replied.

They were led to their table, and, after helping Rias with her coat, Harry sat down, feeling a touch of nervousness set in. He took a deep breath as subtly as he could and smiled at his beautiful date. A waitress made her way to them quickly enough and handed them their menus.

"Hello, I'm Gwen, and I'll be your server for this evening," she smiled. "What can I get you?"

"Could we see the drink menu?" Rias asked.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need to see I.D.," Gwen replied, looking skeptically at them.

Before Harry could reply, Rias handed her a couple pieces of blank paper and said, "Here you go."

Gwen stared down at them for a moment, her eyes glazing over before returning to normal as she said, "Right then. I'll be right back."

"Nice," Harry murmured.

"Not my first time using the trick," Rias chuckled. "Akeno and I snuck into a sake bar a couple years ago to try it out. We overdid it and ended up being dragged back to the Underworld by my father's bishop, Heinrich. He was not pleased with us."

"I doubt there will be any sake on this menu," Harry commented.

"Alas," Rias replied. "Any idea what you're having?"

"The fish and chips sounds nice," Harry replied. "I haven't had haddock in ages. You?"

"I don't think I've ever had English fish and chips, so why not?" Rias smiled.

"Here you are," Gwen said as she handed them their bar menus.

"Hmm," Rias murmured as she looked it over. "My go-to beer the odd time I bother is Sapporo. Is there anything on here really blonde?"

"Tennents is nice," Gwen replied.

"I'll try that," Rias murmured.

"Guinness for me," Harry said, handing her back the menus, "and we'll both have the haddock and chips."

"Coming up," Gwen smiled as she gathered the menus and left.

"So how are things in Kuoh?" Harry asked once she was gone.

"Great," Rias replied. "I'm going to be bringing Kiba in soon."

"Really?" Harry asked. "That's great. I take it he's doing better?"

"Much," Rias replied. "He has a long way to go, of course, but he's made a remarkable amount of progress compared to how he was at first. I'm looking forward to introducing you two."

"It'll be nice to meet him properly," Harry murmured.

"I've told him a little about you and Akeno," Rias smiled, "specifically that you were there that night."

"Truth be told, I'm surprised he's doing well at all so soon," Harry scowled. "I've been through some truly dreadful things in my day, but what happened to him…"

"He's strong," Rias said. "Most would have broken after what he suffered, but I sensed an inner strength in him that day that made me think he'd pull through this. He's going to be a phenomenal asset for my team and a right terror for his enemies in time."

"Here you are," Gwen said, delivering their beers.

"Thank you," Harry and Rias said in unison, making them look at each other and grin.

"Your meals should be here soon," Gwen chuckled. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"We will, thank you," Rias replied.

Once Gwen was out of earshot, she tried the beer and said, "Mmm, not bad."

"Mine isn't either," Harry sighed. "I think I prefer wine, but this is traditional for this kind of meal, so I figured I should try it at least once."

"I must admit I'm not entirely sure how we should handle this first date of ours," Rias murmured. "It's not like we haven't already gotten to know each other pretty well."

"I'm sure there's plenty we don't know yet," Harry replied. "For instance, why Japan?"

"Hmm?" Rias asked.

"You look distinctly European, and so, although your powers help, I'm sure, you would look like a foreigner there, so why did you choose to go to Japan specifically?" Harry asked.

"I love it," Rias replied, smiling widely. "To be honest, I've been obsessed with the country and its culture for years. Souji Okita, my brother's knight, taught me all about it when I was a kid, and I've been hooked ever since."

"He's the one you mentioned getting to help with Kiba, right?" Harry asked.

"Mmhmm," Rias replied. "He was a very prominent samurai during the late shogunate period."

"How did he and your brother meet?" Harry asked, sipping his beer.

"He contracted tuberculosis and searched frantically for a cure," Rias replied. "One of the rituals he tried to use to help himself beat the disease summoned Sirzechs, who took an instant liking to him. Sirzechs helped him and kept in contact with him for the next few years, impressed by his immense skill with the blade and the potential he saw in him. When Souji died in battle in the late 1860s, he revived him."

"Is that why you thought he'd be a good fit for helping Kiba get past his own violent past?" Harry asked.

"In part," Rias replied. She was about to say more when Gwen arrived with their food.

"Here we are," Gwen murmured, placing their meals in front of them. "Made it easy by ordering the same thing."

"This smells delicious," Harry breathed.

"I hope you enjoy it," Gwen smiled. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

"Thank you," Rias said as Harry smiled at their waitress. Cutting into the fried fish, she tried a little and sighed, saying, "Oh, this is great."

"Comfort food at its finest," Harry replied. "You said his history was part of the reason why you sought Souji's help with Kiba. What the rest of it?"

"He's an incredibly skilled and capable warrior," Rias gushed, "and one of the finest teachers I've ever met. Sirzechs was proven right about his potential, as it turned out. Despite being entirely human and possessing no sacred gear, he required both of my brother's knight pieces to turn."

She had lowered her voice substantially as they got into that, and Harry leaned in as he whispered, "How uncommon is that? Someone requiring multiple pieces to be turned, I mean."

"It's relatively common when it comes to pawns, but requiring multiple more powerful pieces is quite rare, especially for someone who doesn't have a sacred gear," Rias replied.

"You can't mix and match pieces either, I take it?" Harry asked.

"No," Rias replied. "An evil piece determines a number of things about how a transformed devil will develop and act on the battlefield, and you can't use, say, a bishop and a knight if you have someone who requires more than either and you've already used one of each."

"Right," Harry murmured. "So Souji was the one who sparked your love of Japan."

"I really can't wait to show you around Kuoh," Rias smiled. "My academy might lack the majesty of your school, but the town has such charm."

"Where's your favorite place in Japan?" Harry asked.

"Kyoto," Rias replied. "I don't think there's a more beautiful place on Earth."

"Second date ideas," Harry mused, making her laugh.

"How about we work our way up to that?" Rias grinned. "Before we met, what did you want to do when you graduated?"

"I honestly hadn't given it much thought," Harry replied. "I thought about becoming an auror, our equivalent of the bobbies, but…"

"Bobbies?" Rias asked.

"Oh, uh, police," Harry chuckled. "The bloke who founded the first police force in England was named Robert, so…"

"Ah," Rias replied. "What made you consider police work?"

"I'm good at defense," Harry replied, "and that's about as much thought as I had given it."

"You've certainly improved a great deal since we met," Rias complimented.

"I have yet to come close to beating you or Akeno," Harry pointed out.

"When we first started sparing, you couldn't land a hit on either of us," Rias chuckled. "Now you can keep up, which is highly impressive all things considered."

He wasn't entirely sure of that. While his progress over the past few months had been incredible, the more he improved, while still knowing that he wasn't nearly at Voldemort's level, the more he began to wonder if Rias' assessment of how wizards compared to devils wasn't at least a little skewed. She still outclassed him, but she was also the little sister of the most powerful devil in the underworld.

"So how was your first taste of English pub food?" Harry asked.

"Better than I imagined," Rias replied. "I will have to take you to a restaurant in Japan some time."

"Maybe that can be our next date," Harry smiled as he polished off his chips. "Do you want another round, or should we go?"

"I'm ready to go," Rias replied. "The night is young, and I still have plenty of plans for you, Harry."

"Oh?" Harry asked, his low and rumbling as he stared into her beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm sure you can imagine," Rias grinned.

"Hmm, let's see," Harry teased, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Do any of those plans involve me using your thighs as ear muffs?"

Rias shivered and replied, saying, "I guess great minds do think alike."

Harry caught Gwen's eye and signaled for the bill, which she quickly brought over. He barely looked at it before handing her his debit card. As she left to deal with that, he turned back to Rias.

"Before we return to the room and find out just how much we've been thinking alike, I do have one last thing planned for our date," he murmured.

"I can't wait to see what you came up with," Rias grinned.

"That's all settled," Gwen said, handing him back his card. "I hope you enjoyed everything."

"The food was lovely," Rias smiled.

"Yeah, I haven't had fish and chips that good in ages," Harry added.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it and hope to see you back soon," Gwen beamed. "Take care."

"You too," Rias replied.

The two of them left, hand in hand, satisfied and giddy about what the rest of the night might hold.

"So this other thing you have in mind, where do I need to take you?" Rias asked.

"Somewhere open and empty," Harry replied. "We don't want witnesses for this."

"You know, having sex in public is more likely to be Akeno's thing," Rias giggled.

"That's not what I have in mind," Harry laughed. Pulling her in close and ghosting his fingers through her, hair he whispered, "Not that I'd say no."

Rias shuddered and pulled him along, ducking into the first empty alley they came across so that she could teleport them away. They landed in an empty field somewhere, and Harry took a moment to look around, not that he could see much in the dark. There didn't appear to be a soul in sight and a quick hominum revelio proved that they were indeed alone.

"Close your eyes," Harry whispered.

"Not entirely necessary just now, but sure," Rias replied, doing as he said.

He let go of her hand and focused inward, drawing upon his magic and willing himself to rise above the ground as Tom had instructed. He hadn't wasted much time at all plucking this particular trick from his old foe once he learned that it was possible and had tested it out a few times before trying it in front of witnesses. Flying into the air, he flipped himself around until his feet were pointed towards the stars and hovered right in front of Rias.

"Open them," he grinned.

"So what's the surpr…" Rias trailed off as she spotted him floating in the air. "Wha…"

Rather than answer her, he kissed her, capturing her lips with his own. It was an awkward kiss with him being upside down, but any kiss with Rias was perfect in his mind.

"How?" the gorgeous redhead asked.

"It turns out that Tom figured out how to fly just before he tried to kill me," Harry replied. "I forced him to teach me how."

"We can fly together!" Rias exclaimed, letting her wings out and joining him in the air.

"I've been looking forward to this since I learned that devils could fly under their power," Harry grinned. "There doesn't seem to be anyone around here, so we should be able to fly freely."

"You're it!" Rias exclaimed, tapping him on the head on the flying off at blinding speed.

"You're on," Harry replied in kind, laughing as he zoomed off after her.

He was still relatively new to this, and his grasp of the magic wasn't perfect, but he could keep himself in the air without fear, and his years of experience with brooms really came in handy as he soared through the sky. He was pleased to find out that he wasn't any slower than Rias, and when she turned quickly to try and outmaneuver him, he noticed immediately and managed to catch her.

"You're it," he laughed before flying away as quickly as he could.

The two of them continued their little game of aerial tag through the next several rounds, laughing freely as they flew recklessly through the sky. They kept to the air above that vast empty field that they'd found, not wanting to have to erase anyone's memories if they didn't have to. Harry had always felt freer in the air than anywhere else, and being able to fly with Rias like this was even better.

As she chased after him in their latest round of tag, he decided to get clever and shot downward, toward the ground. He knew that she was far more durable than he was and wouldn't really be hurt if she fell for this, and he was eager to try out a wronksi feint without a broom.

"If you think you're going to win a game of chicken with me, you're mistaken," Rias called out as they hurtled towards the ground.

"I guess we'll just have to find out which of us is more competitive!" Harry laughed.

Closer and closer he went to the ground, wanting to wait until he could see the very mounds of snow to pull up. So focused was he on the ground that he failed to notice Rias gaining on him, and as he pulled up, she reached out to grab his foot. The sudden feeling of being grabbed through him off and his imperfect control of the charm he was using to hold himself in the air faltered. He grunted as he tumbled across the ground, casting a quick, wandless, strengthening charm on his glasses to keep them from breaking.

He wasn't that high above the ground when she grabbed him and had shifted his moment well enough, so it wasn't as bad as it could be, but he was still sent rolling far across the hill they landed on.

"Harry?" Rias called out, concerned.

Grinning impishly, once he realized that nothing was broken, Harry made it look like he tried to get up only to fail and fall back down.

"Harry!" Rias cried, rushing over to him. As she rolled him over, she exclaimed, "Oh, I'm so sor…"

He laughed at her and squawked in sudden rage, bringing her fist down on his chest.

"Ass!" she cried, and, still laughing, Harry pulled her in and rolled them down along the hill, holding her incredible body as tightly as he could.

They landed with him on his back, and Rias quickly pushed herself up, casting a light charm to let her get a better look at him.

"I'm sorry, luv, but I couldn't resist," Harry murmured, running his fingers over her hand.

"You are alright, though, yes?" Rias asked.

"Fine," Harry replied. "Might have a few bruises in the morning, but this would hardly be the first time you left me bruised. I don't think I've had this much fun in my life."

"It was pretty fun," Rias agreed. "When I imagined flying with you before, my ideas were far slower and more romantic, but then I took one look at you hovering above the ground and thought, 'tag.'"

"I'll happily play any game that ends with you on top of me," Harry chuckled, and Rias' eyes darkened with lust.

"You want me on top tonight, do you?" Rias asked.

"On top, under me, against a wall, I'm not picky," Harry replied. "I'll want to get a better feel for the magic before I try fucking in the air. There are some parts of me that I don't want to risk damaging."

"You and me both," Rias grinned. "I can't wait any longer."

Without another word, she teleported them back to the Room of Requirement, finding Dobby hard at work piling what looked like hundreds of volumes off to the side.

"Ah, Dobby will leave you alone to make little wizards," Dobby said as he spotted them.

"Thank you, Dobby," Rias grinned.

As the house elf left, control of the room shifted to her, and, after summoning her familiar to transport the finished books to Gremory Castle, she turned the massive library into a perfect replica of her bedroom in Kuoh.

"I think you said something about earmuffs back in the pub," Harry drawled, looking her up and down.

"I'm pretty sure you were the one who said that," Rias grinned, "but I did think it was a great idea."

Without another word, she spelled her clothes off entirely, and Harry felt his mouth water at the sight of her.

"Lie down," Harry groaned, eager to taste her.

"You sound so desperate for me," Rias grinned as she sat down on the bed. "Do you truly crave me so much?"

"Like air," Harry replied, taking one of her legs in hand and massaging her calve lightly. "You have no idea how much you drive me crazy."

"I could have a better idea if you undressed," Rias remarked, pressing her free foot against his cock and making him groan. "Hmm, that feels like a lot of madness right there."

"Such a wicked thing you are," Harry hissed.

"I am a devil, Harry," Rias grinned. "Wickedness comes naturally to me."

"I can be wicked too," Harry rumbled, pressing his lips against her ankle.

He kissed down along her leg, earning breathy sighs from the crimson-haired vixen as he went. Her sighs turned to soft moans as he reached her thigh, and when his lips brushed feather light against the apex of her thighs, she hissed. That hiss of pleasure turned to one of frustration as Harry skipped over her cunt entirely and began peppering her flat belly with kisses.

"Harry," Rias whined. "Orgasm denial is Akeno's thing, and Luna's."

"Worry not, luv," Harry chuckled. "I won't deny you for long, but your nipples look so hard they ache, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't try to help?"

Rias grumbled at that only to moan aloud when he cupped her massive breasts.

"How the hell do any boys in your classes get anything done when you're around?" Harry asked as he started kneading the heavy mounds.

"Kuoh Academy was...oh...an all girls school until a couple years ago," Rias moaned, snaking her nails into his hair as he wrapped his lips around one of her aching nipples. "The gender ratio is still quite heavily skewed towards the girls."

"Probably for the best," Harry chuckled. "As fine an institution as I'm sure it is, with you and Akeno around, they're probably all far too distracted to learn much."

Rias laughed at the and scratched his scalp gently, making tingles go down his spine. He switched between her breasts and back again, worshiping them with his lips, tongue, and teeth all while Rias whimpered and moaned in pleasure. She bucked under him, grinding herself against his body to try and relieve the growing pressure in her burning core, but to no avail.

"Harry, please," she begged uncharacteristically. "I'm so wet for you. Don't you want to taste my little pussy?"

"I would expect a creature of sin to be more tempting than that," Harry teased, and Rias glared at him. "You aren't wrong, though. I can smell you from here and fuck, you smell so good."

"Only you make me this wet," Rias sighed. "I'm dripping all over the bed."

"And you called me desperate," Harry grinned, letting her breasts go and kissing her flat stomach again.

He trailed downward and heard her gasp as he reached her dripping slit. If this was Akeno or Luna, he would have continued kissing a trail down her other leg, but Rias was far less into teasing and already looked terribly turned on. The redhead was flushed with desire, her eyes nearly black with lust, and she'd reached a point where every touch of his lips on her skin set a jolt of heat straight to her cunt.

Harry hovered his face in front of her, looking down at the fleshy, dewy lips, and inhaled her intoxicating aroma, shuddering as he felt his cock throb in his pants. Unable to hold himself back any more, he gave her sex a long lick from hole to clit and grinned at the sharp gasp she let out. She gripped his black hair, which he'd grown out over the last few months, and let her sharp nails tease his scalp. He lapped at her heated flesh, groaning at the taste he'd come to adore.

"Just like that," Rias moaned softly. "Don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry sighed before returning his long, dexterous tongue to her slick folds.

Her thighs clamped around his head, the soft skin pressing against him tightly. His eyes locked onto Rias', drinking in every pleasured look on her beautiful face. His prior teasing had clearly done much to turn her on, or the date had, but either way, he knew from how her arousal dripped down his chin that she was already close. Moving upward, he swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit, not touching the nub directly.

"Yes!" Rias cried, grinding her cunt against his face. "More, more!"

Harry pushed two of his thick fingers inside her, stretching her inner walls. Curling them upward, he pressed against her g-spot and started stroking it firmly while he wrapped his lips around her clit. Her moans turned to staccato cries and screams, her back arching off the bed as she raced towards her peak. He sucked on her clit gently, teasingly, pushing her just a little bit further to the edge with practiced ease. Just when he felt that she was right on the precipice of orgasm, he pressed his tongue against her clit and spoke a single word in the tongue of the snakes.

"Cum!" he commanded, and with a keening wail, she did.

"FUCK!" Rias shrieked, writhing in pleasure under him as it coursed through her entire body in waves.

Harry continued speaking parseltongue against her sensitive flesh, drawing out her orgasm. He hadn't tested yet if it was possible to make someone cum until they passed out from a single endless orgasm, as even Akeno hadn't been willing to try, but he knew that he could keep it going for quite a while. After a solid minute, he backed off and watched her twitch and shudder on the bed, a sheen of sweat making her pale skin glow in the faint light of the room.

"Fuck...me," Rias panted, her eyes still glassy as she stared in his direction.

"As you wish," Harry grinned, spelling his clothes off.

He joined her quickly, fisting his cock as he lined himself up with her still-quivering hole. He sank himself inside her in a single long, slow thrust, shutting his eyes and groaning in pleasure at the feeling of her hot, wet inner walls clinging to every bit of his shaft. Rias moaned at the feeling of being stretched by his girth and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him inward.

"I love you," Rias sighed, still sounding loopy, and Harry froze.

"What?" he asked, and the redhead snapped out of it instantly, her eyes going wide as she realized what she'd just said. The two of them looked into each other's eyes as they stayed frozen in that moment, and as Harry saw the sheer adoration in her gaze, he smiled and whispered, "I love you too."

"Oh!" Rias exclaimed, pulling him down into a searing hot kiss.

The two of them kissed passionately, their tongues dancing in their mouths as they expressed what each of them had wanted to for weeks.

"Oh, Rias," Harry moaned, pulling most of his cock from her sweltering depths before thrusting back inside.

Rias cried out in pleasure as he began fucking her slowly, just barely hard enough to make her massive breasts jiggle and roll on her chest. His eyes never left hers as they rocked against each other, moving as one. It wasn't the frenetic, athletic kind of sex that they usually had, but as they held each other, kissing softly, it was no less intense. Rias squeezed around him, nearly making his eyes cross, and he picked up his pace slightly.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Rias whimpered, clinging to him.

His long, slow strokes seemed to be hitting every sensitive nerve inside her as soon as, despite her prior orgasm, he was making her see stars. His hands found hers, their fingers interlacing, and he pressed them against the bed. He tickled her neck with kisses, teasing her with the soft, gentle touches, before nipping her pulse point.

"I hate that we're apart so often," he whispered in her ear. "I wish more than anything that I could wake up each morning with you in my arms."

"I want that too!" Rias cried, her eyes growing damp.

He let go of her hands and cupped her breasts as he picked up his pace again, his thrusts growing gradually faster and harder. He brought one of her pebbled nipples to his mouth and sucked on the hard nub. Rias clung to his broad shoulder, burying her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. The pressure inside her was growing rapidly and with an intensity that she could scarcely fathom.

Her legs started shaking to the point that she couldn't keep them wrapped around his waist anymore, so he moved them to his shoulders and started fucking her harder and deeper in the new position. Rias wailed, her nails raking over his shoulders as the pleasure inside her became overwhelming. She was losing her mind, building towards what she thought might be the most intense orgasm of her life, and she couldn't focus on any of that because she was utterly lost in Harry's emerald green eyes.

Both of their breathing grew haggard as they continued, each one getting close to their peak. Harry kissed her deeply, quieting her moans so that only the loud, wet sounds of his thrusts echoed through the room.

"Harry!" Rias screamed, her whole body shaking as the pressure inside her grew maddening. "You feel so good! I love it! I love YOU!"

She let go with a squeal, cumming so hard she squirted all over him and the bed. Harry grunted the words back to her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he spilled what felt like a gallon of his seed inside her. The two of them clung to each other as they weathered the storm of their mutual orgasm together. Time lost all meaning, and neither could say how long the pulsing waves of pleasure thundered through them, but as it ended, they collapsed together, Rias sobbing softly against him.

"Rias?" Harry panted, rolling them onto their sides and looking down at her.

"I'm fine," Rias panted, wiping her eyes. "You just made...me cum so hard...I cried...you big jerk."

Harry laughed and kissed her gently, ghosting his fingers over her cheek. The two of them laid together for a few minutes, catching their breath and caressing each other languidly.

"I've wanted to say I love you for so long," he murmured.

"So have I," Rias whispered.

"I love you, Rias Gremory," Harry whispered, his eyes shining.

"I…" Rias sobbed, "I love you too, Harry Potter."

He kissed her again and rolled her onto her back. His cock hardened again rapidly, and he sank back inside her with her with ease. Their passion for each other was as boundless as his stamina, and it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that they passed out in each other's arms.