Power Plays Chapter 72 (Patreon)

Harry stood waiting out in the rain for quite some time, huddled under his invisibility cloak with a warming charm to keep himself from shivering. Muggle cars lined either side of the road while tall, carefully-pruned trees ran along the pavement. Gabrielle’s townhouse was quite quaint and cosy, nestled right in the middle of dozens of other townhouses. It was a rather slim house, but it wasn’t as though she needed much space.

After he’d stopped off at Eloise’s for a quick supper, he’d apparated over here to wait for Gabrielle’s return. She’d done exactly as he asked earlier in the day by pretending that she hadn’t found him or that secret room. Harry had followed her and her Aurors off of the property and apparated away with them at the same time to minimise any suspicion. She was bound to be meeting with Tonks after finishing her report on the situation, so he knew that it’d be late before she got home.

The sun was only just starting to set when he saw lights go on in Gabrielle’s house. That was the signal he’d been waiting for to go up and knock on her front door.

He gave three sharp knocks and stepped back, scanning the area to make sure that no one had heard him. It took a moment before Gabrielle opened the door. She looked around curiously and mouthed the word ‘Harry.’ He tapped her arm twice to let her know that he was here.

Casually, Gabrielle stepped back and allowed him to quickly step inside. Once he tapped her again, she closed the door behind him.

“Sorry about the mess,” Harry said as he pulled off his cloak. Rainwater was dripping all over her floors, but he vanished it with a flick of his wrist.

Suddenly, Gabrielle gave him a hard shove. After her earlier reaction though, he’d been expecting it. He caught himself on the wall and dodged Gabrielle’s follow-up punch before wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close to his chest.

“Damn you,” she cursed as she tried to push him away from her.

Harry held on tight. “I didn’t mean to hurt any of you, and I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t necessary. Nerys ambushed me, and I was lucky enough to survive the blast. Then, I overheard everything that Rhys said to his cronies when he came to check out the scene before the Aurors could arrive. I learnt that he was up to something.”

“Rhys is always up to something,” Gabrielle snapped, though she stopped fighting him.

“Something bigger than any of us expected,” Harry corrected himself. “None of us could figure out why he wasn’t joining in the election with Daphne and Amelia. That’s why I was at Nott Manor earlier today, and why I slipped that anonymous tip to get you to—”

“Of course that was you!” Gabrielle groaned as she slipped into her native French. Without his translation charm, Harry could only guess at most of what she was saying, though he did pick up on a few curse words that she normally reserved for when she was feeling really good in the bedroom.

“Look, I had to get you there so that I could slip through the wards unnoticed. It worked perfectly, and now I know that he’s after the ward stones that are keeping the Ministry safe. He’s going to blow them up and cause a cascading failure that’ll lead to an explosion that ruins London. I don’t know how big it’ll be—a lot of the magic is old and unknown to anyone but the Minister for Magic—but it’s serious.”

Gabrielle had angry tears in her eyes. “Why couldn’t you have just done this without making all of us think that you were fucking dead?”

“Because Rhys thinks I’m dead,” Harry grimaced. “He showed up to Nerys’ flat and assumed I was dead. He’s given me an opening to put a stop to his operations without him ever suspecting me. If I was still alive, then I’d have to go through the Ministry regulations, and Amelia would undoubtedly come after me, if only to try to gain political points over Daphne in the election.”

“And that makes up for you pretending to die?”

Harry understood her pain and anger—he truly did—but he still stood by what he’d done. “I needed to take a few days to recover and then begin to uncover this mystery. I wouldn’t trust the fate of Britain to anyone else.”

“Because it all has to be on your back, yeah?” Gabrielle snorted. She turned away from him. “You can’t leave any of this hard stuff to anyone else, can you?”

“I don’t want to put anyone else in this position,” Harry admitted gently. “Rhys would kill me if he ever found me trespassing on his territory. Or, rather, he’d torture me first, learn any secrets I’m trying to keep away from him, and then he’d kill me. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I sent you or Tonks or anyone else to deal with this only to end up with your corpse on my doorstep a day later.”

“So, you just expect us to deal with finding yours?!” Gabrielle shouted as she rounded on him again.

“Yes, temporarily,” Harry said carefully. “I knew this would hurt you all, and believe me, if there were any other option, I wouldn’t have done this. But the reality is that the world will be better off believing that I am dead right now. I was too high profile as Britain’s Head Auror. Now, I can act without scrutiny, and Daphne will make sure to pardon my actions after she becomes Minister if it comes to it. I’m not happy that I’ve had to do this, but I sincerely believe that it was necessary.”

Gabrielle laughed bitterly. “And what do you expect to happen after this? Do you think all of your friends are just going to be fine with this?”

“I wouldn’t blame them if they were hurt, or if they didn’t want to spend as much time with me afterwards,” Harry answered bluntly. “Hell, even if they don’t want anything to do with me afterwards, that’s fine too. I did what I did for the good of the country, not for my own personal benefit. Maybe there was another way I could’ve tracked down Rhys’ plans, but when an opportunity presents itself, I’ll damn well take it.

“I’ve spent my entire life fighting against the forces of evil, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop. It’s what I know. It’s what I’m good at. Wherever dark forces rise, I want to be there to stop them, just like I want to help Britain and any other country plagued by evil to recover and end up being better than it was. When I killed Voldemort and saw how little Britain changed, I was incensed. I raged and screamed and beat my fists bloody against brick walls, but what good did that do? I learned that if I wanted change to happen, I had to rule. But unless I had enough power to keep myself protected from institutional repercussions, I would never be able to enact all of the changes that needed to happen.

“Every year since, I’ve fought and climbed my way to the top to help change things in a way that our society deems acceptable. I’ve worked within the systems that allowed for Voldemort’s rise to power without ever trying to create a dictatorship myself, and you know what I’ve realised? I should’ve taken control of the Ministry the day that the war ended! No one would’ve stopped me. It would’ve been so easy to win the popular vote back then, and all of these horrific problems that have plagued Britain since would’ve been nipped in the bud.

“But I didn’t do that! I was meek, passive, and uncertain of myself or the future. It’s easy to judge matters in hindsight, but I’ll never again let an opportunity pass me by. Call it selfish and judge me all you want, but I’m not doing this as a way to make my life any easier. I’m doing this to help my country and the whole world from falling into darkness! It’s been painful and trying even at the best of times, and I’ve hurt many of the people closest to me in pretending to be dead, but I’d die happy knowing that all of my friends hate me if Britain was free from evil!”

How long had it been since those words had been swirling in his mind? Each thought, one after the other, came spilling out so quickly that Harry barely realised that he was shouting at Gabrielle by the end of it. His chest was heaving and she was cringing away from him, and that made him feel awful.

Sucking in a deep breath in the silence that followed, Harry took a step back from Gabrielle. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You didn’t deserve that. I… this hasn’t been easy on me either, but I’m trying my best. Maybe that’s not enough, but I—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Gabrielle lunged at him and wrapped her every limb around his body. He caught her and held her close, drinking in the warmth of her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured against his neck. “I’m so, so sorry.”

She was sobbing now, and Harry shushed her softly.

“It’s okay,” he reassured her as he hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry too.”

For a moment, Gabrielle unleashed all of the emotions she must’ve been holding back since his death was announced, and Harry just held warmly, offering whatever comfort he could. It was the least he could do for her, and she wasn’t the last that he’d need to comfort either.

“I’m sorry,” Harry repeated, truly feeling so.

In the minutes that passed, Gabrielle was merely content to hold onto him, but Harry’s body began to tire from holding her up for so long. Just as his muscles began to tense, Gabrielle released her legs from around him and dropped back down to the floor.

“Please tell me that Daphne knows you’re alive,” she said.

“Of course she does,” Harry replied.

Gabrielle pouted slightly. “How many other people know?”

“I gave Draco a clue so that he could get Daphne in contact with me,” he answered. “And Delphini puzzled it out herself, though I don’t know if Daphne confirmed her suspicions or not. So, you’re the fourth person to know.”

“You told me even before Tonks?” Gabrielle raised her eyebrows.

Harry cringed. She’d be next on the list, especially because he didn’t want Teddy to deal with the trauma of his godfather dying for too long. “Yes,” he told her.

Gabrielle seemed to take that as some sort of pride. He wondered if, given the fact that he’d slept with both Tonks and Gabrielle semi-regularly, that they had some sort of competition going on between one another.

“Well, I’m glad that I followed your anonymous tip then. If I had to go another week without knowing you were alive, I’d have really had to beat you to a pulp.”

“Is that so?” Harry chuckled lightly.

“I really would’ve,” Gabrielle insisted. Her tears had dried from her eyes by now, and she was looking at him with that silly, incredulous look that she often favoured him with.

“Well, I can’t promise you that I won’t ever have to do this again,” Harry said, deliberately teasing her. “But if I do, I’ll leave you some signs that I’m actually alive.”

“Like what?” She asked.

“Maybe I’ll send up a thunderstorm so that you’ll see bolts of lightning that look like my scar.”

“That could happen on any odd day in Britain,” Gabrielle argued.

“Fine then,” Harry grinned. “I’ll hand deliver you a note that says that Potter’s alive.”

“But will I know it’s you giving me the note?”

“Probably not,” Harry laughed. “Some things are best kept secret.”

“Not when it comes to you dying. I’d rake you over the coals if you ever do this to me again without a heads-up notice. This isn’t fair to anyone.”

“I know,” Harry sympathised. “And I’ll try not to do it again in the future, but I can’t promise anything. Is there anything I can do to make up for this first go of things?”

Gabrielle just shook her head as she held back a laugh of her own. “There are so many things that you can do. The question is what exactly I want you to do for me. If I asked you to beg on your hands and knees for my forgiveness, would you?”

“For a few moments,” Harry smiled. “But if you took too long to forgive, I think I’d just give up.”

Gabrielle hummed. “Not quite the answer I’d hoped for.”

“Then what was it you’d hoped for?”

“That you’d beg for my forgiveness for days, if not months, until I finally gave it to you.”

“Good luck at that,” Harry snorted. “I’m sorry for how I made you feel, but I’m not that sorry.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to come up with another way for you to repay my misery,” Gabrielle retorted.

“And how’s that?” Harry asked.

“Maybe you could try to balance out my sadness with happiness.”

“Isn’t my miraculous return to life enough to balance that out?”

“Not quite. I’m thinking of something a little more intimate.”

“Oh, so that’s what you want.” Harry looked Gabrielle up and down, and she purposefully twisted her body to let her robes show off her figure. “You know, Daphne’s been begging to have you come over around ours recently. She’s been quite curious to see how you act in the bedroom.”

“Then why don’t you invite her here tonight and let her witness firsthand what a Veela can do,” Gabrielle said challengingly.

Harry cocked a small grin. “Show me to your fireplace.”

As Gabrielle ducked upstairs to get ready, Harry called Greengrass Manor. Thankfully, Daphne was the one to receive the call, and once he explained everything to her, she promised to arrive promptly.

He only had to wait for a couple minutes before the flames ignited and Daphne stepped forth through them. Unlike her typical formal dress, she was wearing a silky, sheer, white nightgown that stretched from the top of her breasts down to just above her knees. He could see the outline of her pink areolas through the fabric and the thin panties she had on underneath.

“I should be jealous of having to share you with another witch just after you’ve come back from the grave,” Daphne teased him as she came up to give him a kiss.

“Please,” Harry rolled his eyes. “After Hermione, you’ve been begging to have another woman in our bed.”

“I think Tracey has to be next up on our list,” Daphne said before she kissed him again. “Maybe you can go to St Mungo’s and fuck her brains out in a closet before bringing her back home so that I can eat your cum out of her dripping pussy or—”

“Hold that thought for another night, my love,” Harry groaned, feeling his cock beginning to stiffen within his trousers. It was always so hard to hold back when Daphne was as horny as he was. “Tonight is all about me, you, and Gabrielle.”

“That’s right,” Daphne grinned. “She seems so dominant and bratty as an Auror, but I bet she loves it when you manhandle her and fuck her like the slut she really is. Isn’t that right?”

“You know it is,” Harry chuckled.

“Good. Then I’ll just have to help put that little slut in her place tonight.”

Harry loved when Daphne got like this. They always loved having an extra partner around, but tonight was going to be something special.

Knowing that Gabrielle had plenty of time to get ready upstairs by now, Harry offered Daphne his hand and helped to guide up the narrow staircase that took them to the first floor. There was a narrow hallway that led to a spare bedroom, a tiny closet, and Gabrielle’s bedroom towards the front of the building. Harry led Daphne right up there and found the door slightly ajar. As he pushed it open, he was welcomed with sensual music playing in the background.

Gabrielle’s bedroom was as finely furnished as what he’d found back in her home in France, but what truly drew his eye was the large bed with Gabrielle laying on top of it. She was resting on her side, wearing nothing more than some sheer lingerie that clung to her figure wonderfully. Her ocean-blue eyes widened in surprise as they took in Daphne’s outfit, but then they darkened with lust a moment later.

“Harry’s kept us apart for too long,” Gabrielle purred at Daphne. “If I’d known you were as fit as this…”

Her entire body trembled in excitement, and Harry could feel Daphne matching her energy.

“Harry floo-called me every single time the two of you fucked,” Daphne said as she strutted forward. Harry let go off her hand, trusting her to take complete control of the situation. “He told me how good your pussy felt, what little tricks you pulled out when you sucked his cock, and how your lithe little body squirmed when he made you cum so hard that you couldn’t help but scream his name to the heavens above. Well, just so you know, I’m an even better lover than he is.”

Harry grinned as Daphne suddenly pounced on Gabrielle and started snogging her senseless. The sight of two beautiful women kissing like they were utterly starved of attention was almost too much for him to handle.

It was all too easy for him to take his time undressing as he watched them roll about on the bed like a couple that hadn’t seen each other in months. Gabrielle seemed utterly engrossed by how perky and huge Daphne’s breasts were while Daphne was quite enjoying being with someone a fair bit smaller than her who she could utterly dominate. Daphne kept pinning Gabrielle down on her back and kissing her face, neck, and lips to her heart's content.

“You two are fucking gorgeous,” Harry groaned as he shed his trousers. His erection stood firm in his pants, pointing at the two of them.

“I can’t wait to watch you make an absolute mess out of her,” Daphne purred as she sucked hard on Gabrielle’s neck.

Gabrielle just moaned and finally pulled out Daphne’s breasts from the neckline of her nightgown. Her pink nipples were swollen and needed attention so badly. Gabrielle started pinching them gently, eliciting a moan from Daphne.

The two of them just wanted to make the other feel as good as possible, but Harry wasn’t willing to let himself be forgotten for long. After all, his cock was hard and throbbing with need.

He strode right up to the edge of the bed and spanked Daphne’s ass playfully. “It’s time for me to get her wet and ready,” he told his fiancée.

Daphne rolled off of Gabrielle, and Harry promptly grabbed the younger woman’s thighs and pulled her right to the edge of the bed. Her sheer panties were soaked with her juices, and as Harry pulled them off of her, a thin trail of her wetness stretched from them down to her pussy until it finally broke around her knees.

Harry dove in instantly, overjoyed with how sweet Gabrielle tasted on his tongue. She mewed and grasped the back of his head with both of her hands, holding him in place as he licked her sensitive folds. His tongue darted between them, pushing ever so slightly into her core to lick up all of the excess juices that were threatening to spill out. With how busy he’d been helping Daphne with the election, it’d been too long since he’d gotten to have a moment like this with Gabrielle, and he loved the fact that he was sharing it with Daphne.

Speaking of whom, Daphne slipped off of the bed smoothly and out of the periphery of Harry’s vision, but then he suddenly felt her finding a place in between his legs. With her back against the side of the bed, she grasped his hard cock and angled it down towards her mouth, where her plump limps engulfed him greedily.

As he tried to focus on teasing Gabrielle, Daphne was doing her best to ruin that. She seemed starving for his cock as she bobbed her head back and forth as quickly as she could, sucking hard on him while her tongue swirled wildly around his shaft. She didn’t seem to care how deep she took him, even if she started to gag; all that mattered was that she was giving him so much pleasure that he couldn’t focus on anything else but her.

Gritting his teeth, Harry did his best to remain focused on the task at hand. His mouth flooded with saliva as he dove back down towards her core, letting his tongue dance along the upper edge of her slit, just beneath her clit, while his fingers joined the party. He pressed a single one inside of her, grinning as her walls immediately squeezed down on him.

“You need my cock so badly, don’t you?” Harry cooed up at Gabrielle.

But before she could answer, he gave her clit a long lick with his tongue, which sent her entire body into shockwaves. She jolted on the bed and only collapsed back down once Harry teased his tongue back, but he only gave her a moment’s reprieve before he went right back to it.

While Harry picked up the pace with his tongue and fingers, so too did Daphne beneath him. She’d gripped the base of his shaft with both of her hands and started pumping his cock while she took the front half into her mouth and down into her throat. She gulped him down eagerly, pressing forward until her lips reached her delicate fingers, and then pulled back just as quickly. It seemed like her goal was to coat his cock with as much saliva as possible so that he could fuck Gabrielle’s tight pussy as wildly as he wanted without causing any chafing.

Gabrielle was starting to come undone upon the bed as she moaned towards the heavens above. Harry could see her hands gripping the bedsheets out of his peripheral vision as he lapped at her clit as teased her g-spot inside of her pussy with a couple of his fingers. She was squirming around like mad and her thighs were trying to squeeze his head into pulp.

That was the sign he needed to give Daphne a tap on the shoulder.

As Harry pulled back, Daphne suddenly deepthroated his cock to make sure that every inch was perfectly covered in saliva before she lovingly pulled back, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around his cock. Her eyes were brimming with joy as she retreated, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before she released him entirely.

“Don’t stop now,” Gabrielle whined to Harry as she rubbed her thighs together. One of her hands slipped down and started toying with her clit, but Harry wasn’t about to have any of that.

“Get up on your feet,” he ordered her.

Like a perfectly-trained pet, Gabrielle threw herself off of the bed and onto her feet. She strutted towards Harry, swaying her hips enticingly as her hand reached towards his cock.

Then, Gabrielle yelped in surprise as Daphne grabbed her from behind. His nimble fiancée hooked her arms underneath Gabrielle’s and yanked them both back until they fell onto the bed. Daphne laughed as she squirmed backwards, keeping Gabrielle’s arms raised above her head so that her breasts could bounce freely on her chest. Then, she slipped her legs over Gabrielle’s and spread them out wide too so that her pussy was on perfect display for Harry.

“What the hell!” Gabrielle squealed as she tried to dislodge herself, but she was a bit too small to do much against Daphne’s firm hold on her.

“Just relax,” Daphne giggled in her ear. “You might enjoy having a little control taken away from you.”

“I don’t know,” Harry grinned teasingly. “She can be a bit ornery when she’s tied up like this.”

“I think you meant to say horny, dear,” Daphne grinned back at him.

“That too,” Harry laughed. Gabrielle’s pussy certainly was dripping wet. She must certainly enjoy the feeling of Daphne holding her in place like that, especially with Daphne’s luscious breasts pressed against her back.

Gabrielle huffed. “Fine, I like it, alright. Can you fuck me already?”

“If you beg me for it.”

“I need it so badly,” Gabrielle cried out, trying to reach down to touch her pussy but failing to due to Daphne’s hold on her. Harry could see her pussy pulsing with need, begging for something to fill it up. “Please, Harry! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything you say?” Harry leered over her.

She was uncontrolled and desperate for pleasure. “Yes, anything!” She shouted. “Just—”

The groan that left Gabrielle’s lips as he filled her pussy up with his thick cock would remain with him for a long time. It was guttural… no, it was primal in its nature. It went beyond the conscious and came from something deeper. An ultimate need for her body to be completed by the only man who could ever do such a thing.

Her walls clamped down tight around his cock, like they were trying to choke him. But the moment they began to relax, Harry started moving. Her pretty pink lips were stretched so widely around his cock as he pulled his hips backwards. He took a second to admire the way her body throbbed around him before he slammed forward again and filled her tight little hole like it’d never been filled before.

Gabrielle squealed in ecstasy, but Daphne didn’t let go of her arms. Her perky breasts bounced wildly upon her chest as Harry slammed into her pussy again and again, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She was panting like a bitch in heat as Harry had his way with her, and Daphne was utterly overjoyed to witness the way that another woman was coming undone over his actions. All of the pleasure she felt when Harry was with her pushed her to her very limits, and seeing any other woman fail to keep their minds straight when they were being fucked by him felt like a victory in her book.

“He’s so good, so big,” Daphne murmured into Gabrielle’s ear as she moaned Harry’s name. “He can fuck you like no one else can. But can you handle it? His cock is so big and your pussy seems so sensitive. He’s going to make you cum, isn’t he?”

Gabrielle’s cry was as good as a confirmation.

Daphne grinned up at Harry. “Ruin her.”

Harry’s cock throbbed at his fiancée telling him that. “I will,” he promised her.

“How badly do you want my fiancé to cum in your sweet little pussy?” Daphne asked Gabrielle as she finally released the woman’s arms only to suddenly grab her nipples. Daphne tweaked them sharply, and Gabrielle cried out in pleasure.

“I need it!” Gabrielle screamed. “Fucking give it to me! I’m so close! So close! I’m—”

Her words dissolved into incomprehensible ramblings as she thrashed about on top of Daphne, but Harry didn’t stop fucking her. In fact, he picked up the pace, knowing the faster he went, the harder Gabrielle’s orgasm would be.

He pounded into her faster and faster until she came undone around him. Her walls spasmed as she came, sending the most intense twitches down Harry’s spine. He kept filling her up even as her walls tried to clamp down and hold him in place. He thrust and thrust until he couldn’t anymore and he felt his own orgasm override his mind.

“That’s it,” Daphne cooed. “Fill up her slutty pussy.”

Harry’s seed shot deep into Gabrielle’s womb. He unleashed a supreme torrent that left him utterly breathless as he collapsed onto the two women beneath him. His hips kept moving, but it wasn’t long before he’d shot out every last drop to fill Gabrielle up.

“Fuck, you look so damned sexy,” Daphne told Harry as she bit her lower lip.

Gabrielle was caught in an orgasm-coma in between them as Harry leaned down to kiss his fiancée.

“It won’t be long before it’s just the two of us together after all of this is done,” Harry assured her. “Once you’re the Minister for Magic, we can finally live the lives we want.”

“Only if you keep bringing in beauties like her,” Daphne said as she kissed Gabrielle’s cheek.

There was nothing greater that Harry could ever want.