Lunch was all but over by the time Harry and the girls had their clothes on. Daphne stood there, her face still flushed, while Fleur prowled in a circle around here.
"Are you satisfied?" Fleur asked.
"Extremely!" Daphne said, as if talking to a drill sergeant.
"Who owns your slutty little pussy?"
"Harry Potter does!"
"Good, good. And when you go back to the rest of the Slytherins, are you going to tell them what you saw here?"
"Only the girls!" Daphne said.
Fleur beamed. "Perfect! You may leave."
Daphne turned and marched away, although her gait looked funny, owing to her sharp limp.
Fleur turned back to Harry, grinning. "Well, I think that was a perfectly successful period."
"You know Fleur, I think you really have a talent for teaching," Harry admitted.
"You think so?" she beamed.
"I really do."
Maybe not the regular classroom kind… but she made one hell of a drill sergeant. Not to mention, the speed she 'instilled' her lessons in Daphne had been… almost frightening.
Fleur wrapped her arms around him, still smiling a very big smile.
"Well, it has been a pleasure," she said.
"Are you going to be back again?" he asked.
"Possibly." Her smile shrunk somewhat. "Not too often, however. You know what that means?"
"Flitwick will actually have to do his own work?"
"You will have to come visit me." She kissed him. "There is a reason I chose the Three Broomsticks to stay in. Ah… I am not the only one in Hogsmeade at the moment, either. I know a certain Auror who is feeling neglected."
"Tonks is pouting?" Harry asked.
"I would too, if I had gone so long without your cock," Fleur said. "Visit her soon."
"Alright, alright!" Harry held his arms up for peace. "I guess I can go and bang the gorgeous Metamorphmagus. If I HAVE to."
Fleur laughed and kissed him again. This time, one kissed turned quickly into three. She pulled away abruptly halfway through going in for a fourth, stepping away from Harry.
"You will distract me!" she said. "I really do have to go!"
With one more goodbye, they both branched off their separate ways, Harry heading toward the Great Hall to try to get some kind of food while Fleur left the castle.
So Tonks wanted to see him more regularly. He hadn't wanted to bother her while she was here on work, but if this was true, it was actually perfect. He knew exactly how to fix two of his problems in one go.
It seemed like the DA was well and truly going to be up and running imminently.
He knew that the old members couldn't wait.
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Speaking of the old members not being able to wait, Harry slid into bed to find one under his blankets at a VERY inopportune time that night.
He had been about to go to bed, hadn't even pulled the curtains fully closed on his bed, and there he was bumping a shape between his legs. His roommates were still bustling around the room, including Ron. Yet when Harry pulled up the blanket he found a redhead looking up at him.
Ginny's smile was utterly unrepentant as she dragged down his pants and pulled out his partially flaccid member, engulfing it in her mouth.
"Hey, Harry, you seen my sock?"
Harry's eyes bulged as Ron shoved his head around the side of the curtain, looking curious. Thankfully, his best mate had never been the observant type, meaning he didn't notice the lump in Harry's bed.
"Your sister— I mean, your sock?" Harry asked. "Nah, mate. Really haven't seen… it!"
He gasped as Ginny deepthroated him suddenly, taking his now rock hard cock all the way back inside her slutty throat. Ron gave him a weird look, then mercifully disappeared, calling out a final, "Alright, mate."
Harry pulled the curtain shut with a burst of wandless magic, then wrenched up his blanket. Ginny's face was revealed, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes bulging as she looked straight up at him with her cute nose squashed flat.
"Are you trying to get us caught by him?" Harry whispered.
Ginny pulled her head back slowly, letting each of Harry's slick inches slide gradually out of her throat.
"Coward," she teased. "How many times did we fuck right near my Mum over Summer?"
"We had silencing charms!"
"Exactly." Ginny kicked her foot, making his blanket rustle. "Doesn't that make this even more exciting?"
Growling, Harry gave the curtains one more look. If she was was so intent on being reckless…
He might as well do this the safest way possible.
First order of business was shutting that bratty mouth. He reached down, planting both big meaty hands on her small head. Before Ginny could react, he had slammed her all the way to his hilt.
There was a wet noise akin to stepping in a puddle on a rainy day.
"What was that?" Dean asked.
"What was what?" Seamus asked.
"Think you're hearing things, mate," said Ron.
Ginny squirmed and quivered with Harry's huge hunk of meat filling her throat. She writhed under his grip. Harry held her still. Then, he pulled his hips back, beginning to shove his cock forward with a succession of micro-thrusts, battering the sensitive flesh inside her throat.
He felt Ginny's body shaking. At first, he thought she was about to pass out. Then he realized she was just masturbating to the feeling of his touch.
The thought excited him so much that he gave his most forceful thrust yet. Another deeply wet popping sound emanated out of the four poster bed.
"There it was again!" said Dean.
"Give it a rest, mate!" said Seamus.
Harry shut his eyes from the feelings washing over him. Her arched his back, pressing Ginny down just as hard, until his pelvis was the highest point on his body, not counting the cock stuffed down Ginny's gullet. He could feel her fiery hair cascading along his hips, scratchy and a bit coarse in its touch. He grunted, feeling his balls contract. He could faintly hear Ginny's fingers plunging into her wet flaps.
He came, pumping out a load that entered Ginny so deep in her system, it had to be over halfway to her stomach by the time it left his swollen cock head.
His back dropped back to the bed, Ginny with it, although her head slid off his cock. She landed with her forehead pressed to the side of his crotch, coughing.
"Quiet!" Ron groaned. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"They're coughing," Dean said. "Can hardly just stop. I know you can sleep through it."
"Who's that coughing, though?" Seamus asked.
"Me!" Harry said, trying to make his voice sound strained.
"What, was detention with Professor Delacour too strict?" Seamus teased him.
"You have no idea," Harry muttered.
Ginny crawled further up his body, placing her head directly above his.
"What's this about detention?" she whispered darkly. "And why's he putting 'Professor' in front of that skank's name?"
"She was a guest speaker," Harry whispered back.
"Did she try something with you?" Ginny asked.
"Try something? No, no," Harry said. "I just fucked her brains out."
Ginny's eyes widened. She was about to blow up, but before she could, Harry rolled them over. He covered her mouth with a hand.
"I fucked her," he whispered again. "Exactly like this."
He shoved his hips down, plunging his cock into Ginny, careful to stop just before his thighs could clap into her tight little arse. Ginny's eyes bulged, but she wasn't able to get a sound out with Harry holding her mouth shut.
"Quiet," he reminded her. "And besides, I don't know why you're angry. It can't be jealousy after all, because…"
He thrusted again, making Ginny's interior quake and quiver. He gave her a few more thrusts for good measure, the only emanating sound being a few squeaks of hinges.
"Get comfortable already," Ron grumbled, "and quit turning over so much!"
Harry leaned down, placing his face directly above Ginny's widened eyes while his cock thrusted through her. Even without going all the way in to keep things quiet, he was still bigger than almost any man.
"I know you two don't get along," he whispered, "but it's time that you got over that. Fleur is one of my sluts, and so are you. I'm going to keep emptying my balls inside her as I please, because I don't want to stop. Just like I'm going to keep using you."
Ginny trembled. From the authority in his voice as much as the feeling of his cock, she came, her voice even managing to leak slightly through the hand held over her mouth. Harry kept fucking, plunging his hips without slowing.
"That's right," Harry said. "Cum for me, slut."
Ginny continued to tremble. He grunted, feeling his balls contract between his legs, but refused to stop. In the end, he did something risky. He clapped his hips down without stopping, colliding with the bottoms of Ginny's thighs and reddening them in one collision. The noise rang sharply through the room just as he pumped Ginny full of baby batter between the legs, causing her back to convulse with pure physical happiness.
"The hell?" Harry heard Seamus and Ron say, reacting to the noise. Dean muttered, "Lumos!" Light hit the outside of Harry's curtain as his roommates all stirred.
"Sorry!" Harry said. "I had a mosquito sucking on me. So I had to smash it."
He pulled up onto his knees, leaving Ginny lying beneath him, her perky body plastered to the bed and a cross-eyed look on her face. She stared at her leaking pussy, filled to the brim with Harry's spunk just like she always wanted it. She had reached down with both hands, rubbing her belly as if she could directly touch the warmth he'd left inside of her.
Harry's roommates grumbled returned to bed, putting out the lights. Harry and Ginny were put back into the dark as he knelt above her. By giving her the baby-risking load she always craved, Harry had pacified Ginny's anger about Fleur, hopefully putting it to bed for good.
Though, if he wanted that, he'd probably have to take more extreme measures…
But that was something for another night. He dropped onto the bed, wrapping his arm around Ginny's shoulder. When he closed his eyes that night, he felt almost like he was back at the Burrow. It was nice, and helped him get the best sleep he could remember since the start of term.
Which was good. Because this week, he had plans to put into motion…
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