Consort of Destined Death Chapter 14 (Patreon)

He made his way around the edge of the dance floor, dodging rambunctious students and clumsy dancers all the while. The Yule Ball hadn’t been the image of professionalism and discipline its planners probably had in mind, attended by teens in the midst of puberty along with students from all three competing schools.

It made it just that much harder for him to find his date in the massive hall, having no clue as to where she went. Finally, Harry spotted a flash of blonde hair that was attached to a green dress. Daphne stood over by the refreshment table, and standing in front of her was- This can’t be good.

His steps quickened, all but pushing people out of his day as he rushed over to her. As he got closer, he could hear the ongoing argument. Daphne’s cold tone of voice against the barely controlled fury of her redhead adversary.

“~bet you’re enjoying yourself?”

Ginny Weasley stood a few paces away from his Slytherin date, cheeks flushed in anger. Her dress was pretty, deep maroon like the Gryffindor banner, and contrasted sharply to Daphne’s own green. Her expression was tight, eyes fixed on the Slytherin Ice Queen in barely controlled anger. Clearly this confrontation had been going on for a bit.

Daphne regarded her with an unimpressed gaze. “Immensely.”

Ginny’s gaze flickered to him as he approached. “Everyone knows what you’re doing here, you know. That you’ve manipulated Harry, got him under your spell.”

Harry stiffened. “Ginny—”

But Daphne lifted a delicate hand, cutting him off. “Is that what you believe this is? That I coerced Potter into being my date?”

“Obviously.” Ginny spat as she folded her arms. “You don’t even like him. You don’t like anyone, for that matter. So what—wanted the attention? Thought you’d try out the Boy-Who-Lived for a night?”

Daphne tilted her head, eyeing the redhead like she was a flobberworm. “You’re very emotional, and making a scene.”

Indeed, quite a number of students had surrounded their confrontation to watch it unfold. The number of onlookers was growing by the moment, drawn in by the spectacle of two girls fighting over Harry Potter.

Ginny flushed darker. “I’m—”

“Jealous.” Daphne supplied coolly. “It’s understandable, I suppose.”

His date backed into his chest then, arms splayed out in supplication. Her head fell against his shoulder, a smug grin appearing on her face. She was showing that she belonged to him.

Ginny’s face crumpled before she could form a retort. Her jaw trembled, eyes shining as hurt appeared on her face. Then she spun on her heel and hurried away, vanishing into the crowd.

He exhaled sharply. “That was… harsh.”

“It’s easy for girls like Weasley to reach the height of their anger, but that just makes their fall that much harder.” She looked up at him. “Do you regret bringing me?”

He hesitated, while she arched a brow. “…No.”

A flicker of satisfaction crossed her face. That was when she turned and kissed him square on the lips in front of the crowd. It only lasted a mere moment, but was enough to create quite a scene as students chatted excitedly. When it ended she looked at him with that sultry hooded gaze, and he desired more than ever to take her and leave the ball in that moment.

“Oh, ‘Arry!”

He froze at the familiar voice, and Daphne’s grip on him tightened.

Fleur Delacour appeared, gliding towards them, her blonde hair and dress shimmering like liquid moonlight. The crowd parted in her wake, every head nearby turning to watch the Beauxbatons Champion approach.

Her smirk spoke of trouble, as she stopped far too close to him than was appropriate. “I have heard zat it is tradition for ze Champions to dance with one another, non?”

He blinked. “Er…”

“I believe you will dance with moi.” Fleur continued, as though this were already decided.

Daphne’s voice was mild. “He already has a partner.”

Fleur’s smirk deepened as she eyed his date. “Oui, but only for ze evening. One dance, surely, she can spare?”

Harry looked helplessly between them, not sure what to do in this situation. “I, uh-”

Fleur took his hand before he could finish.

“Come.” she said smoothly. “Let Fleur Delacour show you a good time, and we can entertain ze audience.”

She gestured around them, revealing that the previous crowd of onlookers had grown tremendously from before. Daphne and Ginny’s confrontation had drawn them originally, then came Harry’s own appearance, and finally Fleur had arrived to create a spectacle.

No doubt the group was waiting for some drama to take place that would entertain them for the night. Harry knew that he had always been a subject of fascination in the Hogwarts Rumor Mill, and the onlookers were just waiting for the latest drama to gossip about.

He glanced at Daphne, only to see her expression had gone perfectly blank. The chaos had been manipulated perfectly by Fleur, taking advantage of the situation to leverage him into a dance, otherwise she would create a scene. And while Harry personally didn’t care about creating a scene, his date certainly did.

“Go on, Potter.” Daphne said. “I would hate to deprive the masses of their spectacle.”

Fleur’s warm hand guided him to the dance floor, her body pressing against his own in a teasing manner as they moved. Surrounded by other couples as they danced, it allowed them to speak freely as no eavesdroppers could get close enough to learn anything.

“I was right in that you did attend ze ball with ze redhead and ze blonde.” Fleur said to him, referring to his dance with Susan, along with Daphne being his date.

“I guess you were.” He shrugged. “And you also got the dance you wanted in the end.”

“Oui, but it could be so much more.” Fleur’s voice sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck then, palms resting against his skin as her fingers interlocked. It was far too intimate and suggestive than was appropriate. “Was it worth refusing moi, ‘Arry?”

“Was it worth going with that French asshole?” He retorted.

“Ah, Laurent is nothing more than a leetle boy who so desperately wants to have Fleur Delacour on his arm.” She answered smugly.

In other words, her toy. Once again, he was reminded of just how arrogant the woman dancing with him was. But at the same time, he had to admit that she was quite competent and formidable. Fleur was in the lead in the Tournament after all, and clearly had some skill if she could arrange and manipulate her high-status date so easily.

“So many other boys want me on their arm.” She continued. “But you seem to be the exception, ‘Arry Potter. Perhaps I should be more forceful, and take you for my own this evening?”

He imagined taking Fleur up on her offer then, leaving the Great Hall and going back to the Beauxbatons carriage with her for the evening. He so desperately wanted to rip that silver dress off her exquisite form, and pound her thick ass until it was red in the morning-

But he already had prior commitments. This was a night for him and Daphne to enjoy, and for him to reveal part of his life to her. Ironically, he couldn’t help but note that both Fleur and Susan fell into a similar position that night. Both close to being in a relationship with him, but not quite there yet.

“It won’t work.”

“Oui.” Her gaze narrowed, not in anger, but rather out of frustration and interest. A genuine reaction. “You are different from any wizard I have met before, ‘Arry Potter.”

“Because I don’t act like a fool around you?” Clearly Fleur was used to wizards falling over themselves to please her, and not someone like himself, who kept his distance. Part of it was his resistance to her Veela allure, along with his refusal to be manipulated by her seductiveness.

“Ze Veela allure can be quite troublesome, and I’ve yet to meet any wizard as resistant to it as you.” She answered. “But more than zat, you have treated me very well, and I suppose zat alone deserves a reward.”

“A reward?” He blinked, genuinely caught off guard.

She leaned in close, and he thought she might kiss him, but instead her mouth moved in close to his ear. He could feel her warm breaths against his ear in that moment, her immense bust pushing against his chest, making his face blush. “Ze second task… will take place in ze lake.”

Harry stiffened at that information, eyes widening as he became suddenly alert. “I… Are you sure?”

“Oui.” Fleur nodded as she retreated back. “If you need confirmation, then take a bath with your egg.”

“I see.” He paused, realizing that she must have figured out the clue from her egg by doing that. “…Thank you.”

She nodded, and left him with a parting seductive glance before walking away. He watched her go, eyeing those swaying hips before he managed to look away and get his mind out of the gutter.

In the chaos that was his life, Harry had neglected preparing for the second task or studying the golden egg he received from the dragon’s nest. But it seemed that Fleur had already been preparing, and it was probable that the other Champions were doing much the same. It’s something to look into later.

He had a date to get back to, and had already played Fleur’s games long enough. He found Daphne standing at the edge of the dance floor, looking at him expectantly, and Harry took her hand before leading her out of the Great Hall. It was time.

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“What are we doing here, Potter?” They were back in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, the same place they had met the first time.

“I told you that I would show you where I go, didn’t I?” He asked.

“I thought we were going to…” She trailed off with a sudden blush. “I mean, you did.”

Did she think we were going to fuck here? The blonde might have a dirtier mind than he originally thought if that was her first assumption. Kinky.

“Open.” He hissed in parseltongue then, causing Daphne to let out a gasp.

Her expression only became more incredulous as the bathroom sinks slid open to reveal the hole leading down into the Chamber.

“T-This… This is…” Daphne’s eyes were wide, the most intense expression he had ever seen her display.

“The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.” He answered. “And it’s where I go when I disappear, as you put it.”

“Hah, so that’s why I met you in this bathroom.” She laughed lightly at his explanation, and he couldn’t help but note how pretty she was in that moment.

Not that he could blame her for reacting in such a way, as his life was simply that ridiculous. And it only gets even more absurd.

They descended down into the tunnels beneath the school then, Daphne’s enthusiasm to see Slytherin’s secret Chamber overriding her desire to keep her outfit clean. He might’ve cleared the caves of some debris already, but they were still dirty, yet that didn’t deter the girl who practically worshiped the ground Salazar Slytherin walked on.

He had left the Chamber’s official entrance door open, and the blonde followed behind him as they finally arrived at the Chamber itself. She gasped as torches lit up at their entry, revealing the Basilisk’s corpse along with Slytherin’s statue as well as the hundreds of snake effigies made of stone which decorated the place.

The cold Ice Queen of Slytherin was gone in that moment, seemingly replaced by a giddy girl who could barely restrain her excitement. Harry let her explore, making his way over to the Grace Site as she studied the Basilisk’s corpse before looking over the giant statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Eventually she settled down, walking over to him with a dreamy grin on her expression. “This place…”

“Incredible, isn’t it?” His words elicited a predictable nod. “I didn’t start coming down here since the end of second year.”

“It’s hard to believe you fought that thing when we were in our second year.” She eyed the monstrous snake, before looking down at the Site of Grace they were both idling by. “What is this?”

“This is where I go when I disappear.” He answered.

She frowned quizzically. “I don’t understand.”

He gestured for her to sit, and feel the warmth radiating off the Grace. “This wasn’t here the first time I came to the Chamber. I only found it a of couple months ago after the Tournament started. When I first got close to it, I was pulled into it. And then I appeared… somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn’t Britain.”

“Transportation magic of some sort?” She guessed.

In truth, even he didn’t understand how the Grace Sites worked. He could travel between Sites of Grace he discovered, and they could also heal him to a certain degree, but beyond that he only knew they were somehow connected to the Erdtree.

“Something like that.” He answered. “To explain it to you, I would say they act similar to the floo network, as there’s a network of these sites. They all connect to a strange continent that I’ve never heard of before, called the Lands Between. It’s where I go when I disappear.”

“That’s…” Daphne trailed off.

“A bit much.” He couldn’t help but smile, as she nodded slowly.

She might be more equipped than the average Witch, but at the end of the day, the human mind could only take so much. To her, seeing the Chamber of Secrets for the first time, and then learning that he was basically traveling to a different dimension when he disappeared, was a lot to take in. And that was with dealing with the Yule Ball on top of it all.

He could explain it to her and others more in-depth later on. That wasn’t to mention actually bringing her with him through the Grace Site like he did with Dobby, or even transporting someone like Millicent here. It was something he wanted to hold off on, doing it only when he had others who were close to him present so he didn’t have to explain it over and over.

“I can tell you more about it in the morning, if you’d like.” He offered.

Daphne stiffened. “T-The morning?”

Harry divested himself of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind him. A few cushioning and cleaning charms would allow them to sleep fine in the Chamber for the night. And while Daphne might not be used to it, he had slept in enough abandoned ruins at that point to be fine with it.

“I figured we could enjoy each other’s company here for the night.” His tone became lighter. “Unless Slytherin’s Chamber isn’t good enough for you? I figured a slimy snake would love to get pounded in a place like this-”

He had poked the bear-or snake-as Daphne pulled forcefully on his tie before slamming her lips against his own. Their kiss was rough and demanding, as she eventually pulled back while glaring at him with an infuriated blush. “Off. Take off your damn clothes, Potter.”

His body complied with her request, all while she did the same. She was a lot less orderly in how she went about taking off her dress than he expected, nearly ripping it in her haste. Clearly she had been waiting for this moment eagerly.

Clear, flawless, skin was revealed as her dress came off, and his gaze swept over her bombshell body. Graceful legs and thick thighs that led up to those wide hips, with an enormous ass that made him drool at how round and large it was. Her top half wasn’t excessively thin, instead being described as healthy in his mind, with big juicy teardrop breasts that were naked and exposed for his viewing pleasure.

He was hardly immune from ogling her body as it stood across from him, and Daphne was doing much the same to his own form. The Slytherin Ice Queen was a blushing mess, biting her lip as she shamelessly eyed him.

He had changed quite a bit since he began visiting the Lands Between, his body taking on a new ruggedness that came with being a Tarnished. His form was chiseled with his muscles becoming very prominent, complete with scars that came from all his life’s trials, going as far back as to when he was a young boy living with the Dursleys.

But her gaze was mostly drawn to his cock, erect and massive in size, as precum oozed from its engorged tip. His hand went down to wrap around it, his fingers not even coming close to touching, as he gave it a few pumps. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She pulled down her panties in that moment, revealing a wet core that had her arousal dripping down her thigh.

“You’re soaked.” He noted.

Daphne bit her lip. “I’ve been wet since I entered the Great Hall on your arm. I felt it running down my leg as we left.”

His cock jerked at that information, and he could no longer restrain himself as he surged forward and slammed his lips against her own. She seemed to be of similar mind, falling against him as they landed on the ground. Luckily, he had already charmed his clothes on the ground to be cushioned as a makeshift bed, making it more comfortable than the stone floor.

She moaned against his lips, hand sliding underneath to grasp his cock before she lined his cockhead up with her core. Daphne sat up before sinking down the first few inches, her breasts hanging over his head as he kissed and worshipped them.

“Ah! Oh-Harry!” She moaned wonderfully as his hands landed on her hips, helping guide her down his shaft.

Already, he could feel her core squeezing the first few inches of his cock as she came. Sweat began to fall from her brow, her voice taking on a higher tone as she moaned even louder.

It elicited something deep from within him, a desire to take her even harder and deliver her even more pleasure. His grip on her hips tightened then, not tight enough to hurt, but enough that she knew just how strong he was.

Harry sat up so she was breathing against his face as he continued pushing himself into her. All the while Daphne stared at him, her pupils dilating the longer their lovemaking went on.

When he bottomed out, he let her rest and adjust to his size, before slowly moving in around out of her. Each thrust was faster than the last, pace increasing as her cries of pleasure got increasingly louder. Luckily, no one would hear her down here.

Eventually, the pace became brutal, as he didn’t so much as guide her as he instead slammed Daphne up and down his cock. Skin clapped, her ass smacking against his thighs, all while her nails raked against the toughened skin on his back to no avail.

Blue eyes stared at him in wonder, in amazement, and in worship. But Harry could see the strength in her gaze, the determination to keep up with him. She was strong, much stronger than even he had originally thought. Good.

He flipped her around in an impressive display of strength, lifting her in the air and turning her body over like she was a doll in his hands. And she might as well have been, considering the sheer amount of runes he held.

Daphne gasped, finding herself on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her. Or it would be more accurate to say he knelt over her, as he grabbed her blonde hair before fisting it roughly. His free hand rested on her hip as he pushed himself in without finesse, as she held a hand to her mouth a stifle a gasp.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

Finally, he got a good view of that fat ass. Her body was thin before expanding out from wide hips to form two large cheeks which ballooned against his thighs. Her fat bum rippled with each thrust, and he let out a deep rumble at the erotic sight.

“GAH!” She could no longer hold back her moans, hand falling from her mouth. “Please! Please! Please! Oh-Harry! I-It’s so good!”

“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling his balls churn as they prepared to fill her up with seed. “I’m going to cum.”

“Ah! M-Me too!” She nearly wailed in pleasure.

“Not yet.” He growled.

“H-Harry?” She asked breathlessly in worry, her cunt tightening but not flooding with her arousal quite yet. “I-I…”

When he felt his orgasm getting close, he leaned over, his mouth close to her ear as he spoke. “Cum on my cock, you Slytherin whore.”

Daphne writhed and shook, eyes rolling back into her skull as she did just that. Her core didn’t so much as come, as rather it exploded on his cock. Meanwhile Harry didn’t even slow down, pumping himself in and out as his thrusts gained newfound wetness that stained out onto his crotch and thighs.

He let his head fall back as he howled in pleasure, his shaft expanding before blowing his load deep into her. He came and came, filling her up beyond imagining before he finally pulled out messily. Her entire lower half was stained and covered in fluids, as he fell back onto the makeshift bed they were using.

Daphne was little more than an exhausted hump of limbs at his side. But to his surprise, she started to stir. She hauled herself over to his crotch, taking his flaccid manhood in hand before placing it in her mouth. His pole was dirty and covered with both of their juices, yet she sucked and slurped away despite not being told to do so.

She was exhausted, yet she still was cleaning him off. His hand patted the top of her head, and she moaned in delight at his touch. Good girl.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N: For those hoping to see Harry reveal/explain the Lands Between to his lovers/friends in depth, sorry but you will have to wait a bit longer. For now, I settled on those close to him having sparse details on him being a Tarnished till there is a more grand reveal