The Power He Knows Not Chapter 27

Content Warnings: Semi-Public, Exhibitionism, Threesome, Teasing, BJs, Rough.

Harry tried his best not to fidget as he braved the intense gaze of Apolline Delacour, desperate to make a good first impression on his future in-laws. Gabrielle was under no such compulsion to behave and was happily chattering away with her father in rapid French.

The Delacours were a study in contrasts. Apolline was a tall, statuesque woman, with shimmering hair and piercing blue eyes that threatened a painful death to anyone who did not treat her with the respect she deserved. Harry finally understood the source of Fleur’s intensity and regal behavior. His girlfriend, however, seemed to have taken much more after her father in behavior if not in looks. The man was short, balding, and plump, with a ready smile and quick wit. He also seemed to have a penchant for teasing and pranks, having presented Harry and Gabrielle with a box of flavored and edible body lotions as a gift while his wife watched on with loving exasperation.

“You are a very handsome man, Harry,” Apolline said, graciously accepting the glass of Bordeaux from Madame Rosemerta. “Although you are somewhat thin. Gabrielle, you must take the box of Grandmama’s recipes from me. I doubt Harry has the stamina to keep up with all his partners with his current diet,” Apolline said, wrinkling her nose at the offerings of food in front of her.

Harry choked on his butterbeer, spluttering and nearly spraying the table. Mr. Delacour turned to him and sympathetically thumped his back to help him recover.

“Maman!” Gabrielle scowled, her face a dark red. “You promised me you would behave.”

“Forgive me for wanting to make sure my daughter has a happy life ahead of her. There are seven of you, yes?”

Since Harry seemed incapable of speech, Gabrielle nodded. “Oui. Counting Harry.”

“For a coven to work, Gabrielle, for your souls to reach their maximum potential, you must all be in harmony. And while it isn’t everything, a satisfactory sex life is a very important part of that harmony.” Apolline peered at her daughter over the top of her reading glasses. She set the menu down, deciding on a simple salad. “Would you rather be like me and your father or the Blancs?”

“Papa,” Gabrielle begged, turning to her father in desperation.

“I don’t think Gabrielle or Fleur want to hear about what their parents get up to, my dear,” Mr. Delacour said, switching to impeccable English. He patted his wife’s hand before leaning towards a red-faced Harry. “The box I gave you has a catalog of everything else the company manufactures, young man. I’ve found their stamina potions to be particularly useful,” he continued, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Harry nodded, his blush deepening. He had expected his girlfriend’s father to warn him to keep his hands off Gabrielle, not help him find ways to do the exact opposite!

“You are blessed,” Apolline said thoughtfully, once Madame Rosemerta had departed with all their orders. It took her three tries to get Harry’s order out of him. Gabrielle reached out under the table and clasped his hand, trying to give him the courage to get through dinner with her parents.

“It certainly doesn’t feel that way,” Gabrielle muttered under her breath. When her mother’s gaze switched from Harry to her, she cleared her throat and added, “why, maman?”

“Seven is a very powerful number. For your coven to have seven members… I’d consider that a very auspicious sign.”

“You keep talking about a coven and souls, Mrs. Delacour-” Harry said, finally finding his voice.

“Apolline or maman, Harry,” Apolline said, cutting him off.

“R-right,” Harry stammered. He took a deep breath, taking a minute to calm himself down. Her parents liked him. They liked the lengths to which he had gone to, the dangers he had braved to save their daughter from the lake and the merpeople residing in it. They were just a little frank when it came to matters of love. Things could be much worse, Harry reminded himself. “You talk about covens and souls. Do you think all our souls are linked? Because I used to think that was just me and Susan,” Harry asked, desperate to shift the conversation to any topic not directly related to what he got up to in the bedroom with Gabrielle.

Most certainly.” Apolline nodded. “Fleur kept me informed of everything happening in Hogwarts, including how you got together with all your partners and how you’ve all more or less accepted each other, physically and emotionally. That was no mere chance, Harry. I’ve seen similar things happen in half a dozen covens of varying sizes.”

“What’s a coven, maman?” Gabrielle asked. While she had never been particularly interested in her mother’s work before, she was smart enough to immediately cotton on to what Harry was trying to do.

“A group of individuals with linked souls. I believe the English call them, ah, soulmates?”

“You mean a person can have more than one soulmate?”

“Most certainly. While it is most common for someone to have a single soulmate like me and your father-” Apolline reached out to grasp Mr. Delacour’s hand, threading their fingers together. “It is most certainly not the case for everyone.”

“I had a friend who found himself in a coven with nine Veelas and a Siren. Poor, lucky bastard,” Mr. Delacour chuckled, squeezing his wife’s hand lovingly.

“And it’s not… bad, right?” Harry asked, chewing his lower lip worryingly. “To have a coven?”

Apolline laughed, a fond smile gracing her angelic face. “Au contraire, Harry. You are far more powerful with your coven than you could ever hope to be alone.”

“Maman is the preeminent expert when it comes to soul magic in Europe.”

“You say that as if you know what it is I do, Gabrielle,” Apolline chided. “You spend all your time on the Quidditch pitch instead of the library with your maman.”

“We really should introduce you to Hermione,” Harry chuckled, winking at Gabrielle.

Gabrielle grinned and nodded. “As for me, you know I plan to play for the Marseille Sirens. Or the Holyhead Harpies. Haven’t decided yet, but I can’t do it if I’m cooped up in a library with books.”

“And Fleur wants to be a curse breaker…”

“We raised adventurous children, my dear,” Mr. Delacour said, sipping his cognac.

“So, you know a lot about souls?” Harry asked, circling back to the topic.

“Souls are our repository of magic, Harry. We should all know a lot about them,” Apolline said, leaning back into her chair to allow Madame Rosemerta to set the table. “They are sadly also far too complex for all their aspects to be studied by one single person.”

“Padma told me you worked closely with her mother,” Gabrielle said, munching on a french fry. “Patil. Padma Patil,” she elaborated when her mother raised an eyebrow.

“Ah!” Apolline’s eyes lit up. “Aditi Patil’s daughter? She is a part of your coven, is she not?”

Harry and Gabrielle both nodded.

“I remember her mother mentioning how glad she was that her daughter had finally found her place and her people in school. I collaborate with her frequently. While I work on how the soul interacts with others, she focuses on the soul as an individual entity. She published a very interesting paper last month. It made waves around the world.”

“Padma didn’t tell us about it. She usually loves to talk about home,” Harry murmured with a frown.

“That’s because your government has prohibited the printing or discussion of the article. No explanation given, they just labeled it ‘Dangerous’ and banned its publication,” Mr. Delacour explained. “I’m sure Aditi doesn’t want trouble for her daughter. Or her husband for that matter. He is the Indian Ambassador to the ICW after all, a fairly high profile position.”

“What’s the article about?” Harry asked, suddenly curious. What could be so dangerous that their normally laid-back Minister of Magic had acted so decisively?

“It’s not an easy concept to explain, Harry.” Apolline beamed, glad that someone in her family had finally taken an interest in her esoteric subject. “You remember how I talked about the souls in your coven coming together in harmony?”

Harry nodded. Gabrielle tuned out of the conversation and concentrated on her french fries, occasionally answering questions her father had about Hogwarts.

“Your souls are parts… fragments you could say, of a bigger entity. Now that you’re together, you draw strength from each other and become more powerful than you are individually.”

“A bundle of sticks is harder to break than a single stick,” Harry murmured, remembering the muggle proverb.

“Something like that, yes. I wish Aditi were here, she’d explain it so much better than I could. But she’s touring Asia to collect proof for her hypothesis.” Apolline sighed. “Well, no matter. She argues that the opposite is also true.”

“But you just told me that I’m more powerful with everyone I love around me than I am alone. Why is that controversial?” Harry asked with a frown.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Not exactly.” Apolline lapsed into silence, bringing up the salient points from her friend’s argument in her mind and figuring out how best to explain them to her future son-in-law. “You see, many people throughout history have tried to… split their soul in a misguided quest for immortality. When one dies, their soul passes from this plane to… whatever awaits us in the great beyond. However, true death is possible only when the entirety of our soul leaves this plane. If someone or something kills you, the part of your soul in you departs this plane. But if it isn’t the only part of your soul that you have here-”

“Then you’re not really dead,” Harry cut in, nodding as he understood what she was trying to say.

“Oui.” Apolline beamed. He was a smart one. It seemed both her daughters had been wise in their choice of partners. “Now, more people don’t do this because ways to tear your soul into fragments are so traumatic and morally reprehensible that most people simply can’t stomach going through with it. However, Aditi argues that even those who do go through with it haven’t achieved anything because their magic is damaged and weakened on a fundamental level. That they can never hope to match someone with an undamaged soul no matter their skill in magic, let alone someone with a soulmate or a coven. It’s simple mathematics, really. When you add to a soul its strength is multiplied, when you subtract from it-”

“Its strength is divided,” Harry finished.

Apolline dipped her head in agreement.

“This is all very fascinating. Thank you, Mrs… Apolline.”

“My pleasure, Harry. I’m glad someone in this family takes an interest in what I do,” Apolline said, gently pinching her daughter’s arm.

Gabrielle jumped slightly and turned to her mother. “I pay attention! You were just talking about how souls are like french fries for dementors,” she said, holding up a fry. “Groundbreaking research.”

Harry snorted into his butterbeer, ignoring his girlfriend’s glare. His laughter was cut short by Madame Rosemerta approaching the table and discreetly passing him a note. Harry unfolded it under the table, glancing down at it.

‘Come to the bathroom quickly. It’s an emergency. ~ Daphne.’

He crumpled up the note and pushed it into his pocket before pushing his chair away from the table and getting to his feet. “If you’ll excuse me.”

All three of them nodded. As Harry left, Apolline turned to Gabrielle and launched into an explanation of everything she had just told Harry while her husband listened fondly.

Harry rushed to the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Daphne leaning against the sink. She was dressed in ripped jeans, a simple black tank top, and a leather jacket.

“What’s wrong?! I thought you were taking Susan out for dinner to relax? Did something happen to her?”

“She’s behind you. Why don’t you ask her?” Daphne suggested.

Susan shut the door and locked it, before turning to Harry with her irresistible puppy dog eyes. She was dressed in a tight green shirt and a gray skirt, her big brown eyes fixed on Harry. “I missed you,” she whispered, peering up at him through her thick lashes.

“She’s had a rough afternoon. Lunch with her aunt who wanted to talk about strategy and politics. You know what talk of politics does to our poor Susie, daddy,” Daphne whispered, hugging him from behind. She wasted no time in pushing her hand into the waistband of his pants and into his boxers, wrapping it around the base of his rapidly stiffening cock.

“I… dinner with Gabby and her parents,” Harry breathed as Daphne applied just the right amount of pressure to coax his cock to life.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be quick.” Daphne nodded to Susan, who pouted and batted her eyelashes at her boyfriend.

Daphne grinned. The biggest advantage they had was Harry’s massive soft spot when it came to Susan. She planned to exploit it as much as possible. When she played, she played to win.

“Ten minutes,” Daphne whispered, her hot breath tickling his skin. She leaned closer and trapped his earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it gently.

“How?” Harry croaked, his throat suddenly dry.

“You can fuck me hard and fast under the sink while you take care of Susie. Everyone wins,” Daphne suggested. She pulled away from Harry, grinning at the sound of his disappointed groan when her hand left his pants. She sauntered over to the huge sink and kneeled under it, waiting for Harry and Susan to join her.

Harry walked over to Susan who squealed in delight when he grabbed her hips and effortlessly threw her over his shoulder. He walked over to the sink, setting her down on the marble countertop.

“Tough day?” Harry asked, caressing her pink cheek with the back of his hand. He was acutely aware of Daphne under the sink, her nimble fingers undoing the button of his pants and pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles.

“Hard and quick, daddy,” Daphne reminded him, leaning forward to blow hot air on his sensitive tip.

Harry shuddered. “But-”

“Think I can’t take it?” Daphne challenged, sounding insulted. “Try me.”

She traced a vein running along his length, grinning as his cock twitched in her grasp.

“Yeah,” Susan murmured, leaning into Harry’s chest. “I love Auntie but she doesn’t seem to realize I have no desire to follow in her footsteps. I just want to relax. Please?” she begged, slowly kissing along Harry’s jaw.

Under the sink Daphne grabbed Harry’s thighs, her lips stretching around his thick girth as she enveloped his length in the warm embrace of her mouth.

Harry nodded, his brain overloaded by the two gorgeous witches lavishing all their attention on him. He had to remind himself that Gabrielle and her parents were waiting for him. He groaned and thrust deeper into Daphne’s mouth. The blonde Slytherin relaxed her throat, drawing his tip inside.

“F-fuck,” Harry breathed, turning his attention to the redhead slowly kissing down his neck. He pushed her against the mirror, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to either side of her head. “Don’t move,” Harry growled at Susan, groaning quietly as Daphne buried her nose in his crotch, his cock sheathed in her throat.

Harry’s hand moved to the hem of Susan’s shirt, pushing it up to her chin. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which was surprising but Harry was far too distracted to concentrate on such details. Harry leaned in for a kiss, his groan muffled by Susan’s lips. Daphne shifted her hand to his balls, rolling the cum-engorged orbs between her fingers.

Harry began to thrust, slowly at first but quickly increasing his speed at the sound of Daphne’s wanton moans.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

Susan blushed, her imagination running wild as she thought about the scene below the sink. Her boyfriend and soulmate had his cock buried in her best friend’s throat. She imagined her mistress pleasuring Harry, choking and drooling around his girth as he fucked her face. A trickle of arousal leaked out of her pussy, the damp spot staining her panties growing bigger with every passing second.

Harry captured her lips passionately, his tongue dueling with hers as she moaned into his mouth. Under the sink, Daphne was trying her best to weather Harry’s onslaught. His cock pistoned in and out of her throat. Her lips were stretched around his girth, thick trickles of drool streaming out of the corner of her mouth and running down to her chin. Precum stained her lips and cheeks, smearing onto her skin with every thrust deep into her throat. He was fucking her throat like he would her pussy and she moaned, causing her walls to flutter and clamp down around his shaft.

Harry groaned and buried his face in the crook of Susan’s neck. His lips traveled to her pulse point, clamping down on it. His teeth gently sank into her soft skin, the man marking his mate with a large hickey.

“H-harrry,” Susan moaned, gasping quietly. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed her against the mirror, his face buried in her chest. Throughout it all he kept rocking his hips, his balls tightening between Daphne’s fingers. He was close. So very close.

“Fuck,” Harry breathed, blacking out for a second when Daphne gently squeezed his balls, overloading the sensitive orbs with sensations.

“Fill mistress’ belly with your cum, sir,” Susan cooed, biting her lip to stifle her groan as Harry wrapped his own lips around her pink nipple, tugging on the stiff nub. He took as much of her large, creamy mound into his mouth as he could before he began to suck, his moans causing vibrations to reverberate through her chest.

Daphne was fighting a losing battle with her need for air. But it didn’t matter. He was close and she could feel it. She bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, peering up at him with a look of complete submission. Susan was his wife. She was his princess and cumslut. Why choose when he could have both? The perfect life, she reminded him through her eyes and her actions.

Susan let out a strangled shriek when Harry tugged on her nipple again, the rosy peak flushed and throbbing as it turned into a pinpoint of red-hot stinging. She was suddenly glad Daphne had thought ahead and set up noise-canceling charms because there was no way she could stay quiet. Not when she was a part of something so hot.

Harry pulled his head up and met her lips for a bruising kiss even as he erupted in Daphne’s mouth. His loud groan was muffled and their tongues dueled playfully even as Daphne’s throat and mouth were flooded with his cum.

Daphne swallowed load after load valiantly, spluttering and choking but never once trying to pull away. Cum leaked out of her mouth, ropes of it coating her pink cheeks. A few drops even dripped down to the floor, forming a tiny puddle by her knees.

Harry pulled out of her with a sigh. He swayed slightly as he stepped away from the two gorgeous girls, a blissful smile on his face.

“Thank you, sir,” Susan whispered, smiling happily. She pulled down her shirt and looked down at Daphne, winking discreetly at her best friend and mistress.

“Thank you, daddy,” Daphne echoed after swallowing the cum she was rolling around on her tongue. She grinned and accepted tissues from Susan, lazily cleaning up the mess that was her face.

“Uh huh,” Harry murmured, mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

“You should probably go back to Gabrielle and her parents before they think something’s wrong,” Susan suggested, rubbing her thighs together.

“Right.” Harry blinked, nearly tripping as he tried to walk away with his pants still around his ankles. He quickly pulled them up and secured the button, walking out of the bathroom. He walked over to the table with pink cheeks. Gabrielle and her parents were conversing in rapid French and his absence had thankfully not been felt.

Gabrielle simply reached out and squeezed his hand before turning back to her father. Apolline on the other hand turned her attention back to Harry, a knowing grin on her face.  “I think you understand my point about your diet and need for stamina, don’t you, my dear?” she asked, her eyes gleaming. “Why don’t you let me take you shopping one day?”

Harry turned the shade of a beetroot. “Yes, Mrs… Apolline,” he mumbled, watching as Daphne and Susan emerged from the bathroom. Both girls blew kisses at him before sauntering out of the pub, identical grins on their faces.

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“Thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to,” Padma mumbled, peering up at Harry shyly through her thick black lashes. She was still getting used to the pampering and care she received from her boyfriend and all her girlfriends. Even Gabrielle, who was technically the only girl in their group she hadn’t yet kissed had set Justin Finch-Fletchley’s hair on fire after the Hufflepuff had tripped her in the hallway outside Charms and sent her and her armful of books flying to the floor.

Before Harry… before all of them… she only had the unreliable aid of her sister and her best friend. And while they tried, they were usually too busy gossiping or getting laid to be of any real assistance. Her only other friend was incredibly helpful by nature, but her help made things worse in most cases.

“Don’t be silly,” Harry chided sternly, the tone of his voice made useless by his playful grin and the wink he shot in her direction. “It’s the least I can do if you insist on carrying all these books back to your dorms.” Harry neatly stacked up the books his girlfriend had gathered from various shelves. “Especially since Hermione seems to have misplaced her enchanted book pouch.”

“She thinks she left it behind in Potions. She’s trying to decide if it’s worth the risk to break into the classroom to get it back.”

“I know. I ran into her in the Atrium on the way back from Hogsmeade. She’s the one who told me you were still in the library,” Harry murmured, his eyes drawn to one particular book. “Blood Curses?” he asked, his finger tracing the long and somewhat difficult-to-read title. “For Daphne?”

Padma’s blush deepened as she nodded shyly. “I know she’s determined to have an heir. But I don’t want her to die,” she whispered, biting her lower lip worriedly.

“Neither do I. We’ll figure this out, I promise. Between you and Hermione, there isn’t a problem in the world that can’t be solved,” Harry whispered. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, her short, curvy body fitting perfectly into his larger frame. “You’re adorable,” he teased, tightening his hold around her to prevent the shy girl from squirming out of his grasp.

“You’re…” Padma croaked, blushing wildly as she forced herself to say what she was thinking. “You’re far too hot, sir,” she mumbled, poking his chest.

Harry pulled away slightly. “It’s the special cognac Mr. Delacour made me try, I think. I think he spiked it with this stamina potion he was talking about because I feel like Hermione after she’s had ten coffees.”

“No, you’re hot, hot.” Padma pouted, poking his chest again. She could spend the entire night tracing every curve of his firm muscles if she had the opportunity. “Parvati and Lavender both told me they… they touch themselves thinking about you. Edgecomb and her group follow you around everywhere, staring all the time.”

Harry chuckled and grasped her chin, making her look up at him so he could lock his eyes with her warm brown ones.

“So, some girls you know stare at me. Some of them even fantasize about me,” Harry whispered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand to his heart. “You know who gets to touch me?” he asked, his voice husky and laden with desire.

“Me,” Padma whispered, beaming from ear to ear. She was special. She was loved.

“Bingo. So,” Harry said, suddenly changing track to distract her from the self-doubt that often plagued her mind. “Gabrielle is going with unbearably sexy, Daphne and Susan are just going to ambush me wherever I am, and Katie’s probably turning my dorms into a sex dungeon.” When Padma blinked in confusion, Harry sighed and explained, “she told me to expect a ‘surprise’ tonight. I dunno what Hermione is doing, but what’s your strategy? Being the cutest girl in the world?” Harry leaned in, gently kissing her. “Because it’s working,” he whispered against her lips.

“Strategy for what?” Padma squeaked. Did he know? How did he know? Was he upset?

“For whatever you girls have cooked up.”

“How did you find out?”

Harry grinned. “Gabrielle cornered me in the changing room, Daphne and Susan then ambushed me in the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks, and Katie is… she’s up to something.” Harry shrugged. “I may not be very observant but I’m not completely blind, love. Given how all of you seemed to want some alone time with me in a single day I figured something was up. I didn’t know for sure until you confirmed it.”

She’d have smacked her forehead if her hands weren’t tightly wrapped around him in a hug. She did it mentally anyway. “Uhm, nothing’s been going on. I’m sure everyone just wants to spend more time with you, sir,” she tried to lie.

Harry grasped her chin again and lifted her head. “You look at your shoes whenever you try to lie to me. You know better than to lie to your dominant, Miss Patil,” Harry whispered. His strong hands shifted to her wide hips, picking her up effortlessly and setting her down on the polished wood of the table. Padma gasped, her eyes only growing wider as Harry continued to speak. “Tell me, have I ever spanked you, princess?”

Padma shook her head, her long braid flying around behind her back. She was his snuggle bunny and was treated as such. Punishments were more her mistress’ domain, and Daphne Greengrass did not shy away when it came to using a wooden ruler on her poor ass.

“If you lie to me, I will bend you over this table, spank you raw right here, and send you to bed with an aching ass,” Harry growled.

Padma’s eyes widened to the size of pennies. She was his good girl. The obedient one. The one who followed his rules, no matter what. There was no way in hell she was going to get her very first punishment from him for keeping their made-up tournament a secret. “We were all talking and you were stressed and we were stressed so we all came up with a tournament. We’re all in teams and whoever gets you to cum the most wins,” Padma rambled in a single breath. She paused, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“What’re the teams?” Harry asked, trying to suppress a smile.

“Gabrielle and Katie. Mistress and Susie. Hermione and me,” Padma mumbled.

“That certainly explains a lot.”

“Please don’t be mad? Or tell Daphne? I just got spanked yesterday,” Padma whined.

“It’ll stay between us. But I suppose I better get started on figuring out what the prizes will be.” Harry winked.

“You’re not mad?”

“That the women in my life care about me so much that they’re willing to spend the majority of their free time giving me happy endings to distract me from the shitstorm that is my life? No, munchkin, I don’t care,” Harry whispered, caressing the flawless brown skin of her cheek with the back of his hand. “The other two teams have both scored. What about you and Hermione?”

“We’re coming up with a plan,” Padma whispered, leaning into his touch. She shivered as his free hand ghosted over her cloak, gently tracing her curves.

“I have no intention of playing favorites, but I will level the playing field. You will all start with one point. Tomorrow’s a new day, and I think you better come up with a plan fast, flower,” Harry said, gently pushing her down on the table.

“Here?” Padma whispered, glancing around. The aisle they were in was at the very end of the library and completely empty. In fact, the entire library was empty and quiet, but that didn’t mean they weren’t in a very public and easily accessible location!

“I did say I wasn’t going to play favorites. All the others took a risk for their point. If you want yours, you’ll have to do the same, Padma,” Harry cooed, toying with the top button of her regulation white blouse. Harry could see the outline of the lacy black bra she wore underneath. A new change, something clearly influenced by Daphne. Not that he was complaining.

Padma looked around the quiet stillness of the library before slowly nodding. As terrified as she was, a part of her was thrilled at the idea of being caught. To lay out her claim to Harry in front of all those idiotic and vapid girls. A small, very petty part of her even wished it was Parvati who walked in on them.

Harry grinned. His practiced fingers flew down her blouse, popping the buttons off within seconds. Before she could react she was flipped, her blouse pulled down her shoulders and hanging from her arms. Her blue and silver tie dangled in front of her as she was bent over the table, her firm ass raised high in the air for him.

“Sir?” Padma called out softly when she could discern no movement behind her.

“Sorry,” Harry breathed, mesmerized by her girlfriend and her flawless brown skin. She was a goddess, his pretty, delicate little flower. “I could spend all night kissing your skin,” Harry whispered, his voice hoarse. He needed to make true on his promise one day, he decided as he flipped up her skirt and tucked it in its own waistband.

SMACK!

Padma cried out at the playful spank, her hand clamping to her mouth to muffle her voice.

“Black lacy lingerie, Miss Patil? Who were you planning to seduce?” Harry teased, massaging her thick bum. He slowly pulled them down to her thighs but stopped there, pinning her thighs together and trapping her legs in place.

Padma didn’t know what came over her. When asked later, she would swear Daphne’s ghost took over her body for a second. She wiggled her ass, biting her lower lip as she muttered, “you, sir. You spend far less time with me than you should.”

Harry chuckled. “Well, let’s change that, hmm?” He grabbed her braid and pulled her flush against his chest even as his other hand moved to his pants. He quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them and his boxers down his thighs, letting them pool around his ankles.

“Sir?” Padma called out softly. She was grinding her ass against him, trying to trap his cock between her round cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to-”

“Always thinking of me. My sweet flower,” Harry whispered, kissing her head. He looked down at his throbbing manhood, finally realizing just what an important gift the Delacours had given him. “But I’m fine. I promise.”

He snapped open the clip holding her bra in place, letting it flutter to the table in front of them.

Padma’s eyes bulged and she moaned loudly as Harry impaled her dripping pussy with one rough thrust, her loud moan thankfully muffled by her hand. The impact had pushed her against the table, her tie fluttering in between her jiggling breasts.

Harry was in no mood to be gentle, a stark contrast to how he usually treated her. Every rough thrust of his hips pushed inside her tight pussy, her walls aching as they were made to stretch to accommodate his length. His tip brushed against her G-Spot on its way to burying deep in her belly and all Padma could do was mewl and moan wantonly as she was ravished in the library. His thrusts pushed her forward against the desk, her heavy mounds bouncing with every push. Harry kept his hold on her braid, tugging on her hair to pull her back and impale her aching pussy on his cock. Again and again, they repeated the cycle until Padma lost all track of time and  her surroundings, her mind entirely focused on her dominant and the tension building up in the pit of her stomach.

“Hand off your mouth,” Harry growled, pistoning in and out of her. His free hand moved to her chest, fingers sinking into the soft, supple brown skin of her breast. He pinched a stiff nipple, gently twisting the brown nub until Padma cried out. “Now, flower.”

Padma hesitated. She was loud enough as things stood, without her hand muffling her sounds anyone walking in the hallway outside would most likely hear her.

Harry pinched her throbbing nipple, roughly tugging on it.

“Who’s my obedient flower?” Harry growled, sweat dripping off his forehead. He regulated his breathing, utterly focused on keeping up the pace he had set.

“Me!” Padma squealed. For her to deny him so deep in Subspace was impossible, especially with the threat of punishment hanging over her. Her moans increased in volume once her hand shifted to grab his thigh for support.

“Better,” Harry whispered, tugging on her hair to make her look up at the shelf in front of her. “If you want to cum, read the names of the books you can see,” Harry ordered, deliberately slowing down.

“S-sir!” Padma sobbed, squirming as she tried to make up for the sudden slowing herself.

“Now, Miss Patil,” Harry demanded. He sped up again, drawing a strangled shriek from the poor girl’s lips.

“Alchemy… For…” Padma panted, squinting her eyes as she tried to concentrate on the title right in front of her. Her brain refused to cooperate, blissfully floating away in the sea of Subspace and utterly focused on her aching pussy and the pressure building up in her core. “BEGINNERS!” she screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came without warning. Her juices gushed out of her, soaking his cock and streaming down her thighs, marking the table with the very distinct smell of arousal and sex.

Harry pushed her down on the table, trying to hold on for as long as possible. After the day he’d had, however, and the fact that her walls clamped down around him in a grip of iron… it was inevitable that he tumbled over the edge with her within seconds. He plunged deep inside her as her velvet walls embraced his shaft, milking him for his seed.

Padma was only half-conscious, a loud moan leaving her soft lips as her walls were painted with ropes of thick, warm cum. “You’re perfect,” she sighed. Harry had collapsed on top of her, his warmth and weight a welcome feeling after their rough quickie.

“You’re adorable,” Harry shot back, kissing her sweaty forehead. He slowly pulled out of her, chuckling at her groan of disappointment.

“You don’t want Edgecomb to walk in and get a full view of my ass, do you?” Harry teased, pulling his boxers and pants up his legs.

“Don’t mind it as long as she sees you’re with me,” Padma mumbled, pushing herself off the table with great reluctance. She pulled her panties up with tired, shaky fingers before smoothing her skirt. She moved to grab her bra, only to be stopped by Harry.

“Leave it,” Harry ordered, his eyes twinkling playfully.

“But-”

“I’ll get you a new pair. But that stays on the table, Miss Patil.”

“Yes, sir.” Padma bit her lip, slowly doing up the buttons of her blouse before she grabbed her bag. She watched Harry heft the stack of books before meekly following him out of the deserted library, his cum leaking out of her well-fucked, sore pussy and trickling down her thighs.

Notes:

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