Unintended Consequences- Part 7 (Patreon)

AN: I went into this year incredibly motivated and optimistic. I really thought that the unfortunateness of last year had finally calmed. Since the start of March, which is now a month that I genuinely fear, it's been a shit show. My uncle died, my dad was in hospital with RSV, my sister was in the ER twice and they still don't know why, and that isn't even everything. Being perfectly candid, I was overwhelmed, mildly depressed, and undoubtedly coping unhealthily. It's no excuse for the radio silence, but it is the reason behind it.

I've reset and will be prioritizing writing going forward.

To all of my amazing supporters, thank you. It genuinely means the world to me with everything that's been going on.

I hope you enjoy this first chapter back. Despite the delay, I'm quite happy with it.

Cheers!

Casting-

Apolline- Summer Soderstrom

Vivienne-Gwenegann Saillard

Lily- Lan Isobel Fairbain 

Matilda 'Tilly' Gaunt- Jaqueline Neubauer

Bellatrix Black- Jessica Bartlett

They arrived at the apparition point in Hogsmeade, just the three of them. There were people bustling from shop to shop, but it clearly wasn’t a day the students were visiting.  

Apolline attached herself to his arm as she shivered, “Is it always so cold here?” Unlike the Beauxbatons delegation from his original timeline, her complaint at least came while she was wearing weather appropriate clothing.

While his time in the south of France had given him a certain predisposition to warmer weather, he still had a good constitution for weather of the Highlands, “It gets far colder in the winter.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste, “Remind me not to bring you to Norway when I acquire hulder tail. They say they’re more agreeable in the winter, when there are less people disturbing their forests.”

From his other side, Vivienne called her friend out, “Don’t let her fool you. We’ve gone skiing in the Alps, and she loved every second of it. She just wanted another excuse to latch on to you.” As she pressed closer to his other sides, she offered a confident smile, “Not that I can blame her.”

“As though either of you ever need an excuse…” Both women giggled as they turned the corner down the main thoroughfare of the village. In the distance Hogwarts sat proudly atop the hill, “It has its charms despite the weather.”

Apolline hummed, “It’s certainly impressive…” Unable to help herself, she added, “though it lacks Beauxbatons’ beauty.” She pulled on his arm impatiently, “Now where is this Three Broomsticks? We shouldn’t keep Lily waiting.”

More than happy to lead the way, they moved through the streets of Hogsmeade towards its center. There, looking almost identical to the way he remembered it from his own time, was the inn.

As he opened the door for the ladies, they were treated to the ever cozy and charming atmosphere. Crowded, and just slightly smoky, it was a pleasant warmth against the cold outside. Patrons near the door turned at their entrance, more than one of the men lingering on the sight of the two gorgeous women with him.

From behind the bar, a familiar voice informed them, “Find a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you!” Still the object of desire for many of his own yearmates, Madam Rosmerta stood behind the bar looking younger but no less gorgeous than he remembered. As she’d yet to become the owner, there was a bearded, big-bellied man behind the bar as well with a deep, boisterous laugh that Harry guessed was the current owner.

Speaking in quiet French, Vivienne commented with a little snicker, “That woman surely makes a killing here.”

Harry chuckled, “There’s never been a shortage of customers as long as she’s been around.” The fact that her good looks were only matched by her welcoming and effusive personality made it easy to frequent the Three Broomsticks.

Any further comment on the barmaid was cut off by an enthusiastic greeting, “You made it!” Cutting her way through the crowd, Lily stood in front of them, a rosy tinge to her cheeks and a glowing smile. 

Apolline happily pulled her into her arms, “We’ve missed you far too much to keep you waiting even a second longer zan necessary.”

“It’s true,” Harry added, “she’s been talking about it all week.”

“Incessantly. Not that anyone could blame her.” Vivienne teased her friend before offering her hand to the newest arrival, “I’m Vivienne. It’z a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve ‘eard nothing but good things.”

“It seems they have nothing but flattery for their friends.” Lily glanced between them before taking her hand and introducing herself, “I’m Lily… pleasure.”

“Oh, I certainly think it will be.” Vivienne said softly, eyes locked on Lily’s. It was enough to make the red of her cheeks darken. Apolline looked between her two friends, unable to hide her joy at having them meet for the first time.

Just as very few wizards could hope to be partners with a veela, very few witches could truly handle being friends with a veela. It required a level of self-confidence that a select few truly possessed, as attention would always be drawn the way of a veela, whether they wanted it to happen or not. But Vivienne and Lily are exceptional, without a doubt.

Taking Apolline’s hand, she started leading them through the inn, “Come on, I got us a table.” They weaved through the inn until they made it to one of the tucked away tables near the fireplace. He found himself in the corner of the booth with Apolline beside him and the other two ladies across from him.

As they sat down, Rosemerta appeared, eyes firmly fixed on Lily, “You can finally stop looking at the door every two minutes, ey Red?”

“Abby…” She warned.

Abby? In the few years that Harry frequented The Three Broomsticks, he never thought of asking the innkeeper’s actual name.

“What?” Abby asked, acting innocent, “Since you’ve gotten back from France this past summer, I’ve heard about them every time you come by for lunch…only gotten worse the last week or so.  You can’t expect me not to tease at least a little bit?”

“Expect, no… but I hoped.” Lily grouched.

“Oh, cheer up.” Abby insisted, “They’re here now. The last thing you need to do is pout.” She turned her attention to the rest of the table, “So, what can I get for you?”

“How is your wine selection?” Apolline asked without hesitation.

“I doubt you’d be interested in the house red and white,” Given their French sensibilities where wine was concerned, that was probably a fair guess, “but we have a couple nice elf-made wines. A ’49 and ’51 I believe.”

“Really?” Apolline couldn’t hide her pleasant surprise, “Please bring the bottle of the ’49.”

“And if you have any mulled mead, I’ll take a glass of that.” Harry added his order.

Giving him a quirk of an eyebrow, Abby said, “I’ll have that right over.”

“How did you know they have mulled mead?” Lily questioned as the barmaid moved off.

“They did the last time I was here.” He answered easily, “I was hoping they still might.”

“When was the last time you were here?” He could see that brilliant mind of hers working hard to put together some part of his timeline.

“Before I officially opened my business.” It was the truth, while he rarely visited Britian after his arrival from his own time, there were a few exceptions, “I visited Ollivander to have a conversation about the craft and made a small detour. He mentioned it was a fair sight nicer than the Leaky in Diagon.”

“It certainly ‘as a lovely atmosphere about it.” Vivienne commented.

“You’ve been rather secretive but now zat we’re ‘ere, you must tell us. Why did you want us to come to England now? You must admit you were rather adamant.” Apolline pressed Lily.

“I wasn’t that adamant.” She countered smoothly, “Is it not enough to say that I simply wanted to see you and this was perfectly convenient.”

“It is October, in ze middle of term,” Apolline deadpanned, “I cannot imagine zis is the best time to visit ‘Ogwarts.”

After weeks of being pressed, Lily finally cracked, “Alright fine, you’ve got me. It wasn’t me that was insistent that you visit. Not that I’m not ecstatic about seeing you. I would’ve been happy to show you around the castle at the end of term.”

“Zat doesn’t answer the question though.” Vivienne pointed out to save her friend the trouble.

Abby arrived with their drinks then, “Was there anything I could get you to eat as well?”

“We ate before we left France, but I’m dying for somezzing sweet. Do you ‘ave any recommendations?” Asked Apolline.

“She’d never brag about it, but Abby makes a custard tart that’s to die for. She doesn’t spend much time in the kitchen, but that’s her specialty.” The barmaid narrowed her eyes at Lily but didn’t deny it either.

“Zat sounds perfect,” Apolline effused.

“Make that two.” Vivienne added.

“You know I’ll never pass it up, Abby.”

Looking to him, the barmaid raised a questioning eyebrow, “Might as well make it four.”

“Coming right up.”

As Abby left, Lily returned to her explanation, “Sooo… I take it none of you keep yourselves up to date on the goings on in the British Magical community.” After his experience with The Daily Prophet during his fifth year, Harry refused to patron the publication.

As they each shook their heads, Lily smiled triumphantly, “Just as I expected. So, none of you are aware that an Order of Merlin, Third Class, is to be awarded tomorrow night.”

“Is zis why you told me to bring somezzing formal?” Apolline cut in.

“Formal?” Harry furrowed his brow.

Placing a hand on his, she comforted him, “No need to worry, my love, I’ve taken care of it.”

“To end your suspense, yes, that’s exactly why. The students have been given a long weekend to return home if they choose, most of whom did, as the ceremony is being held at the castle at the request of the recipient.”

“Does she always love to play coy?” Vivienne asked as she reached out to pull at the long red tresses of Lily’s hair.

“Not always.” Apolline smiled wickedly, “Sometimes she can be very much to ze point.”

“Behave.” Harry warned her with a squeeze of her thigh before returning to the topic at hand, “So, who’s winning the Order of Merlin?”

Finally getting the answer they’d been looking for, Lily replied, “Tilly.” It was the answer he’d been expecting. Otherwise, why the secrecy? Despite himself, he didn’t feel any suspicion about her motivations. Tilly wasn’t Tom, far from it.  Enough happened in the tent to make that abundantly clear.

“Zat’s quite ze accomplishment.” Apolline congratulated, “But I’m surprised zat we left such a significant impression that she decided to invite us to ‘er ceremony.”

“And so secretively, too.”

Here Lily hesitated, but only briefly, “At least inadvertently, she owes her Order of Merlin to you. Well… Harry really.”

“Me?” His eyebrows climbed toward his hairline in genuine shock, “What?”

“Tilly is on rather good terms with most of the school’s ghosts, including the Grey Lady.”

“”Ogwarts ‘as ghosts?” Vivienne couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course, a building that old with that much history, it’s almost inevitable. Does Beuxbatons not?”

“If it does, they make zemselves scarce,” Apolline explained, “Though there are rumors about the occasional wailing that comes from ze basements…”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Harry tried not to smile as he asked, “Can we please get back to the conversation?”

“Yes, sorry,” Lily’s smile was anything but repentant, “the Grey Lady is also one Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw.”

Harry blinked owlishly at that information. Apart from Nearly Headless Nick, Harry wasn’t particularly close with any of Hogwarts ghosts. But I never would’ve guessed that the Ravenclaw House ghost was her actual daughter.

“Helena also happens to be the last person in this realm of existence with any knowledge of Rowena’s Lost Diadem.”  It spoke volumes about Professor Binns teaching credentials, at least after his death, that Harry only learned about that particular piece of British magical history from his tutors after arriving in his new timeline.

“And no one has ever been able to coax any information about it from her, yes?” Apolline prompted.

Taking a sip from her drink, Lily nodded, “Exactly, she’s elusive to most at the best of times, but she’s at least willing to talk to Tilly. And when she mentioned the trip to Albania, Helena told her the truth.”

Four generous pieces of custard tart were laid out on the table before them, “Enjoy!”

Unable to help herself, Apolline grabbed a spoon and dug in. She made a happy hum in the back of her throat. With a giggle, she commented, accentuating her accent to ridiculous levels, “Well, eet seems zat not all Eeenglish food iz completely hopelezz.”

Lily chuckled at that, “Glad to hear it meets your standards. I’m sure Abby will be thrilled.” Any further comment from the veela was unlikely as she became focused on the treat in front of her.

“The truth then?” Harry asked.

“Is that Helena stole the diadem from her mother and ran away to Albania. It was her act of vengeance for what she saw as years of neglect. Supposedly the loss of her daughter, not the diadem, broke Rowena’s heart, and she sent someone to find her and bring her back, with or without her creation. That man was the Bloody Baron,” Considering the appearance of the Slytherin House ghost, Harry doubted it ended well, “He killed her before taking his own life.”

“That’s tragic.” Vivienne frowned.

“Her daughter’s death sent Rowena into a sickness that quickly took her life. And with Helena’s death, the diadem remained hidden for years.”

“Until Tilly used our Albanian excursion to find it.” Harry observed, “Never thought to mention that, though.” He couldn’t help but search for some ulterior motive in her actions. But then, rather than keep it for herself, she returned it to the school as an heirloom.

Lily frowned, “She stayed behind for two weeks after trying to pinpoint landmarks. She didn’t want to sidetrack you from your reasons for being there. And I think… it was deeply personal for Helena. She didn’t want to betray her trust.”

Gently placing her spoon on her plate, finished with her tart, Apolline said, “Zat’s very thoughtful, but she could ‘ave told us ze truth from the start. No reason to ‘ide it.”

“Tilly’s accustomed to being self-reliant. She doesn’t share things easily.”

Making one small concession, Harry allowed, “We were nothing more than strangers. People have done terrible things in the pursuit of forgotten treasures, so I can’t blame her caution.”

“Exactly,” Lily seemed relieved at his acceptance, “It was just reasonable precaution, not anything personal.”

As Harry watched Apolline inch his slice of tart closer to herself before starting to dig in, he smiled at Lily, “It looks like we have plans for tomorrow night.”

Maybe for the first time in his entire life, Harry felt some small modicum of gratefulness for his time with Dursleys. Yes, it was its own unique brand of misery, but this isn’t much better. And I reckon I would’ve been forced to far too many of these sort of events if I’d been left in the magical world. As an adult, there were at least interesting conversations to be found, but as a child it would have been unbearable. And as an adult, there are certain other advantages that I wouldn’t have appreciated as a kid.

All three of the women he inexplicably found himself involved with looked absolutely stunning. Sticking to her Gryffindor roots, and complimenting the deep red of her hair, Lily wore a crimson dress that fell to just below her knees and hugged the slender curves of her body while leaving her arms bare. It would be scandalous by the antiquated standard of the magical Britian he grew up in, but no one seemed overly perturbed by her appearance. Though from the looks of all the wizards and witches presence, dress sense at the very least, was doing a better job of keeping up with the times.

She found herself in conversation with the renowned author Bathilda Bagshot, one that he’d been participating in as well before excusing himself to retrieve another drink.

Vivienne stunned in a shoulder-less black dress and a pair of long white gloves. She would’ve looked entirely at home on a Parisian runway.

Beside her, Apolline looked radiant as ever, her blue dress was the same captivating color as her eye. Lace covered her shoulders and upper chest before changing to silk that flowed all the way down to the ground. The barest hint of a baby bump starting to show.

 The two French witches were talking to a younger Minerva McGongall and a wizard that Harry didn’t recognize.

As he made to rejoin Lily, he was approached by a familiar but different face, “Ah, Mr. Peverell, I hoped to have a moment to speak with you.”

He’d seen the headmaster from afar during the ceremony, but this was the first time seeing Albus Dumbledore face to face since the vaunted wizard was unceremoniously removed from Hogwarts thanks to Umbridge.

 This Dumbledore looked younger, and not just because of the twenty-year difference. His beard still held some tinges of the darker color of his youth and was far shorter. The bigger difference was his less eclectic clothing choices. He wore fine dress robes that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a night out at the theater. The only sign of his usual eccentricity was the shirt underneath, a flashy electric blue with moving star bursts.

“Professor Dumbledore, I’m surprised you even know who I am.” Harry swallowed, nervous despite himself, “What can I do for you?”

“Garrick is an old friend of mine,” he addressed his surprise, “and he’s expressed his admiration of you in some our recent conversations… even if you don’t agree entirely on the approach to your craft.” He gave that congenial smile that Harry remembered so well, his eyes twinkling, “As for what you can do for me, nothing, I simply find myself curious about you.”

“Oh, is there anything in particular?”

“In my youth, I spent a good deal of my time studying the Peverell Family, as they related to the three brothers of legend. The Potters can trace some of their lineage to the family, as can the Gaunts… but none were able to lay full claim to the family name and legacy.” He paused, briefly lost in his own thoughts, “I was shocked to learn that someone entirely unrelated to either family claimed it. My understanding was that certain conditions needed to be met.”

“And I met them.” Harry replied. His ceding of half the contents to the goblins had been to smooth out the process rather than any illegitimate claim to them, “There is little else I can tell you, unfortunately. I don’t know the exact nature of my relationship.” That was a bold-faced lie, but Dumbledore didn’t need to know that.

Albus looked him straight in the eye before giving a sharp nod, “Of course, I’ve learned in my long life that some curiosities simply can’t be satisfied.” Harry thought that was the end of the conversation, but the older wizard had one last warning for him, “I’m far from the only person who took great interest in your ancestors, Mr. Peverell, and there was none more so than, Gellert Grindelwald.”

“How do you know that?” Harry asked.

“Most know of us only as rivals, but there was a time where he was my dearest friend and confidant.” There was undeniable sadness behind the professor’s eyes, “I know because we were there, together, every step of the way, learning what we could. Until he took a path I simply couldn’t follow.”

The admission hung in the air between the two before Harry observed, “Grindelwald hasn’t been seen since his escape.”

“True, and many think that is for fear of me.  But Gellert never feared anyone, so I cannot help but wonder if your name won’t be enough to draw his attention.” He offered one last friendly smile, “Just worth keeping in mind, young man. One can never be too prepared.”

With that, Dumbledore left, getting drawn into a conversation with the current Minister of Magic, Bagnold, his last warning ringing in Harry’s ears. Grindelwald seems to be a ghost looming behind every little story of late. From the story of the enclave to the death of Apolline’s father to Dumbledore’s warning, there seemed to be no escaping the infamous wizard. I can only hope that he remains a ghost.

Shaking the thought from his mind, for the time being, Harry looked for the girls, only to find that they weren’t where he’d left them.

A hand on his shoulder drew his attention from his search. As he met the eye of this newest distraction, he couldn’t help but stare. Tom Riddle and Tilly Gaunt shared very few similarities in appearance, save that they were both, at least prior to the former shedding his humanity, attractive individuals… the same couldn’t be said of the woman standing in front of him.

“Hello there, Bellatrix Black.” Unlike the last time he’d seen Voldemort’s fanatic servant, she was perfectly healthy. In more ways than one. There were no years of Azkaban to mar her beauty. Instead of skin and bone, she was all aristocratic grace and impressive curves. But the biggest difference was in the eyes. The purple depths that once held true mania glinted with intelligence and interest.

At his inaction, she moved her hand once more, “Though, my friends call me Bella.”

Shaking himself from his stupor, he took her hand, “I didn’t realize that we were friends, Bella.”

She shrugged her shoulders, a mischievous smirk on her lips, “Friends of friends, Lily speaks very highly of you… as does Tilly. To fix a wand so perfectly in so little time, and that is to say nothing of the shtriga. Tilly said your reflexes were even quicker than hers.” What little he experienced of Bellatrix, he couldn’t imagine the other her taking kindly to Tom speaking highly of anybody that wasn’t her.

“I was the only one who saw it. The reaction was just necessary.”

“At least you have the good sense not to deny your abilities and achievements. False humility is unbecoming.” She leaned in conspiratorially, “Something which Lily still needs to shake herself of on occasion.”  

“Do you know Lily well, then?” Harry asked slowly. Bellatrix Lestrange didn’t just serve Tom out of fear or ambition; she served because she truly believed in the pureblood cause. And yet this counterpart of hers claimed to be Lily Evans’ friend. It’s moments like this that remind me this really is a completely different world… even if it looks the same at the edges.

“For years, I only knew her in stories, Tilly does love to talk about her favorites, but we’ve gotten to know each other far better recently,” At his curious look, she elaborated, “Flitwick, along with Tilly, instructed me in the art of dueling. While the focus of Lily’s apprenticeship isn’t directly dueling, she still intends to hone the skill. The professors requested my services in helping her do just that… when I’m able, of course.”

“And you don’t have a problem teaching her?” Harry couldn’t help his curiosity.

Bellatrix’s brow furrowed in genuine confusion, “Why ever would I?”

At the risk of offending her, the wiser course would’ve been to deflect. But Harry was still the same person that once fought a basilisk with a sword, “Don’t the Blacks have a reputation… with regards to blood purity?”

Her eyes widened in surprise before she burst out laughing. Gaining control of herself, she stepped closer, close enough that he could smell the sweet lavender of her perfume, “Either you’re well-read or you’ve met my Uncle Orion. For your sake I hope it’s the former, as are family certainly had that reputation.”

“Toujours Pur.” She giggled again, “A mantra adopted by my ancestors… and utterly misconstrued. As old Arcturus put it to me since I was a little girl, ‘blood purity doesn’t matter in the slightest, my dear. Purity of magic is all that matters.’ One needs only look at the likes of Dumbledore or Tilly to understand the truth of it. A pity only my father learned the lesson.”

“And muggles?”

“Are people, different than us, but people all the same. I prefer the company of magicals, but I think many of our kind do. There’s a shared history and interest there, after all. Still, I have to admire muggle’s ability to innovate despite their limitations.”

“I couldn’t agree more… on both accounts.” He took a sip of his whisky, looking around the hall as he did. The crowd was beginning to thin out. At the edge, he finally spotted the girls. They were talking together in a quiet circle along with Tilly. They flicked their attention quickly over to him before continuing. As he turned back to his conversation, he missed as Apolline broke off and approached.

“I hoped to pick your brain about the finer intricacies of wandcrafting. The practice is fascinating, and your rather pleasant company compared to Ollivander. Certainly, easier on the eyes,” She flirted, “but it seems that’s not to be tonight.”

He felt a familiar presence press into his side, his hand instinctively siding to Apolline’s hip as she introduced herself, “’Ello, I’m Apolline… and you must be Bella.”

Tilting her head, she said, “Guilty.” She didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by the fact that Apolline was veela. Purity of magic is all that matters, after all.

“While I ‘ate to cut zis meeting short,” She reached for his hand, intwining their fingers, “I’m afraid I must steal him away.”

“A shame, but an expected one.”  Looking him in the eye, she informed him, “My family owns a vacation home in southern France. I’ll have to visit your shop the next time I stay. Probably easier to have detailed conversations about your craft in the comfort of your own workshop anyway.”

“It was nice meeting another of the professor’s protégés.” Odd as it sounded even to him, Harry genuinely meant it.

“The pleasure was all mine.” Bellatrix turned her attention to his partner, “To you as well, however brief the meeting.”

“Oui,” Apolline smiled, “we look forward to seeing you in France.”

With that they parted company. As they exited the Great Hall, making for the enchanted staircase and the rooms that had been prepared for them, Apolline commented, “A gorgeous woman, and equal intriguing.” Softly so that even the paintings on the walls couldn’t hear, she asked in French, “Did you know her before?”

Sighing, Harry revealed, “I only met her once, just before I ended up here. She was Lord Voldemort’s most faithful servant… and actively trying to capture me and murder my friends.”

Her eyes widened, “My god.”

Laughing grimly, Harry agreed with the assessment, “It was certainly a more pleasant introduction than last one I had with her.”

As they waited on the next landing for the stairs to shift, Harry noticed Apolline shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, “Are you alright, love?”

Seemingly embarrassed, she admitted, “My feet are killing me.”

He snickered, “You’re pregnant… and been standing in high heels for the last few hours. Of course they hurt.”

Pouting, she lamented, “It’s never happened before!”

“You’ve never been pregnant before either.” Before she could reply, he kneeled and started undoing the straps of her heels, “Let’s get these off.”

“I cannot walk all the way back to our room on these cold stone floors.” She protested.

Spells came to mind to remedy the situation, but he had another idea. As he stood, he hooked his arm behind both knees and quickly picked her up bridal style. She giggled as he said, “That won’t be a problem.”

As the staircase halted into place, she rested her head against his chest, a soft smile on her lips, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same thing… regularly.” It was often his first thought when he woke.

Kissing against his neck, she whispered tantalizingly, “I’ll have to think of something to thank you for this.”

“You always do.” He chuckled. They reached their room a few minutes later, and entered after speaking the password. Only once he was on a rug did he place his lover back on her feet.

Leaning up, she pecked his cheek, “My poor feet thank you, my love.” Taking his hand, she led him toward the bedroom door, “But I think there are better ways of showing my thanks than lip service, no?”

As she opened the door, he was treated to an unexpected site behind her. Laying on the bed, naked save for their lacey knickers, were Vivienne and Lily… with Tilly in between them.

Vivienne’s pink tongue lavished attention on the professor’s left nipple while Lily nibbled along her neck. The sight caused a tightening in his trousers that wasn’t helped by the flaring of Apolline’s allure.

“Would you look at that.” Apolline purred beside him, her palm pressing against his length through his trousers, “I’ve already found the perfect way to thank you.”

He leaned down for a heated kiss, “A night with you would’ve been thank you enough.”

“And miss the opportunity to watch you break one of the most powerful witches alive? I think not, my love.” She started working his robes from his shoulders, always finding a way to press herself against him in the most pleasurable ways as she did it, “Remember this night is a recognition of her accomplishment… make sure she never forgets it.”

“Am I being given away like a present now?” He smirked

She snorted a laugh, “Of course not… though I won’t pretend she didn’t ask for a personal performance after that night in the tent….”

As she undid his belt, he chuckled, “We put on quite the show.”

“I just found out you put your baby in me.” She kneeled, taking his trousers and underwear with her on the way down. Taking hold of him, she opened her mouth wide and glided down once, all the way to his root, before pulling back and declaring, “I can’t be blamed for my behavior.”

From the bed, a breathy voice reached him, “For what it… oh… it’s worth. I wasn’t complaining.” It was difficult for Tilly to voice her thoughts as Lily had her tongue swirling around her mentor’s clit while Vivienne stretched her around two of her fingers.

The redhead took a second to turn back and add, “I was happy to keep my dear mentor company.” As if to prove her point, she went right back to twisting her tongue, much to Tilly’s pleasure.

He was distracted from the treat on the bed as Apolline throated him again. His hand tangled in silver tresses as she held him there. Deliberately, she moved back, her tongue tracing along the thick veins of his length until she had just his tip in her mouth. With a flick right against that euphoric spot right beneath the tip, she did it again.

“Right there!” Tilly squeezed her eyes shut as she held Lily in place. Her hips pushed up off the bed, grinding her clit against the redhead’s nose as she chased her peak, “Yes!”

It seemed that her climax was the sign that Apolline was looking for. With a soft pop, she let her lips slip from his swollen crown with one final flick of her tongue to collect a bit of his precum.

Grinning up at him, she kept stroking as she said, “I think that is your cue, my love.”

Shaking his head, he praised her, “You’re amazing.”

“I know.” She replied, perfectly confident. Standing, she moved beside him. He jumped at a swift smack of her petite hand against his bum, “Now go.”

As he approached the bed, Vivienne and Lily made to move away, but a hand on her shoulder stopped the redhead, “No, I want him to fuck you first… I want to taste you on him.”

Lily’s face reddened in arousal, not embarrassment. Twisting her mentor’s nipple, she purred, “And how do you want him to fuck me, hmm?”

Biting back a moan, Tilly murmured back,  “On… on your knees. That perfect arse of yours deserves to be admired.”

“I’m going to have to agree with her.” Harry said.

In one smooth motion, Lily twisted, pressing her face to the bed sheets and popped her perky bum up into the air. She grabbed hold of one of her pert cheeks and squeezed. Her pink little pussy winked invitingly, “Come and get it then.”

Stepping up behind her, he took hold of his length, rubbing it against the heat of her sex. Hands wrapping around her slim waist, he teased her, “Already so wet for me…”

Lily moaned as she pushed back, enveloping the first inches of his length her incredible heat, “I’ve been wet all night, babe… just thinking about this.”

The professor crawled toward them. Kneeling beside Lily, she placed her head right on the younger woman’s lower back, giving her a perfect view of her apprentice getting stretched open. Looking up at him with dark eyes, she added, “She’s not the only one…” Pressing on Lily’s hips, hands on top of his, she pushed her back onto him until he was buried in her.

“Oh fuck… I’ve missed you sooo much, Harry!” Lily effused as she gave small humps back into him.

“Less talking, darling,” Tilly pulled on Lily’s hips until just his tip remained, “More fucking.” She yelped as he was quickly sheathed back inside of her.

Taking command of the situation, Harry bounced the lithe redhead on his cock, watching as, Tilly quite rightly pointed out, her mesmerizing ass jiggled with each impact. Each thrust pulled another lewd moan from her throat.

Her juices, creamy and white, formed a ring near the base of his cock and just below the ridge of his tip. Tilly’s eyes were glued to the sight of the redhead being pounded into mind-addled mess as she pressed open-minded kisses to Lily’s pert cheek.

The professor’s lips drifted closer and closer to where they were joined until, “Oh!” Her tongue darted out  and wiggled against the sensitive skin of her puckered asshole. Lily’s pussy clenched hard around his cock, a fresh coating of her cream accompanying her climax as she screamed out her pleasure.

With a lewd pop he pulled free of her twitching tunnel as her legs shook. Her body dropped to the bed limply as she took a deep, satisfied breath. He gave her bum an appreciative squeeze before turning his attention elsewhere.

Guiding his cream coated tip to Tilly’s lips, she opened her mouth with all the eagerness of being offered her favorite treat. Despite her enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but notice the distinct lack of experience. While she savored the taste, as she tried to push deeper, she struggled on his size, with little more than his crown filling her mouth. It seemed to frustrate her. She doesn’t strike me as the sort of person who’s used to struggling at anything.

Her lack of experience didn’t deter her from sucking and stroking every inch of him that she could manage though. And he certainly wasn’t complaining about her efforts. She gradually worked more if him into her mouth, gagging when he pressed against the back of her throat.

Curiosity overcoming him despite the pleasure, he asked the older witch, softly so that not even Lily could hear, “Have you ever done this before?”

Looking up at him sharply, she kept the tip in her mouth, running her tongue along the ridge before pulling away to admit, “No… I’ve always preferred the company of other witches. You seem to be the exception.” To prove the point, she kissed his swollen tip again.

Resting a hand on her cheek, he teased, “The things you saw in Lily’s memory were just too tempting.”

Looking up at him with her steel-blue eyes, she gave a wicked smile, “Memories alone were tempting, yes, but it was meeting you in person, front row seat included, that really sealed it.”

Pushing against her shoulder, she fell backward on the bed. Only to giggle as he took hold of her hips to drag her right back to the edge. As he slid the underside of his cock between her plump petals, Tilly bit her lower lip to hold back a moan.

Regaining her senses, Lily rested herself next to her mentor. Sultry and raspy from her screams, she said, “I’ve always wondered exactly what I looked like the first time Harry stretched me out…”

“Wonderfully slutty, I’m sure.” Tilly responded, though her attention remained firmly fixed on his shaft as he angled the impressive length down and nestled his tip between her lips.

“She looked enchanting.” Apolline corrected, as both she and Vivienne joined them on the bed. Though she quickly added, “And wonderfully slutty as well, oui. You won’t be much better.”

“I…”  Whatever Tilly meant to say was lost as he pushed into her tightness.

“So wet for me.” Harry rumbled as he pushed his length into her warmth. It was a slow thrust, but she’d gotten so turned on by the sight of him with Lily that he had no trouble burying himself to the base inside of her.

When his balls rested against the curve of her arse, Tilly murmured out in genuine wonder, “Fuck… fuck… feels bigger than it … looks. Like you’re in my… my stomach.”

Apolline grinned, “I know. It’s not something zat you ever truly get used to, and it feels delectable every time.”

Tilly grasped the sheets at her sides as Harry pulled out and slowly filled her again. As Lily licked one of her rosy nipples, the professor commanded, “Harder… just because you’re my first man… doesn’t mean I’m made of glass.”

“Don’t bite off more zan you can chew.” Vivenne warned her. Snapping his hips forward, he didn’t give Tilly a chance to reply.

Working up into a thunderous rhythm, he pulled moan after delighted moan from Tilly as he pushed her to her peak.

Plap. Plap. Plap… Clap. Clap. Clap. One orgasm turned into another as he hooked his elbows underneath her knees. It tilted her hips up forcing his cock to scrape across the top of her tight pussy… and right against that most sensitive spot. Even as speech became impossible in her state of ecstasy, the other girls knew exactly what to do to heighten her pleasure. Vivienne kissing against the side of her neck, as Apolline sucked on one of her nipples, and Lily flicked her clit.

Electric jolts of pure pleasure shot through her body, and she unleashed a primal piercing scream. Flushed a cherry red, she took deep breaths of air as he slowed still gently fueling her ebbing peak.

She reached for him, nails scraping against his hip as she rasped out, “Please… I don’t think… I can… anymore…”

Grinning wolfishly, he leaned over her, folding her body even more and burying himself again, “And where do you want it, professor?”

“In… inside!” She squeaked out as Lily pinched her clit again.

“Oh, then beg…”

“Please!” Despite the air of superiority she maintained in her personal life, she didn’t hesitate to fall to his command.

“Not me.” He corrected, eyes darting over to his veela lover, “Her.”

Tilly turned to look at the gorgeous woman at her side, “Please… please let him fill me. I want to feel him cum inside of me sooo badly.”

Apolline giggled, scratching one nail along her color bone. Tilly shivered as she leaned down, warm breath kissing against her ear, “I suppose I’ll allow it… at least this once.”

With her permission, Harry started thrusting harder working himself to the climax he’d been edging since Apolline first took his cock into her mouth. With a grunt, he fell over the edge, his balls tightening before his shaft flexed with the first burst of cum.

Burying himself to the hilt, he felt Tilly’s pussy clench as the first pulse of warmth painted her insides white. Eyes wide she stared at him, mouth agape in a silent scream, as he filled her.

As he pulled free from her twitching heat, a bead of his cum dripped out and down to her asshole. Crawling over her, Apolline purred out, “Just because I let him put it in you… doesn’t mean it isn’t still mine.” Her tongue split Tilly’s folds searching out every drop of the treat he’d left behind.

As he stood there, still perfectly hard at the erotic sight, Vivienne pulled him onto the bed, mounting him.

My work is never done. And he couldn’t be happier.

AN: 'Taming a Dragon' is next up.

Until next time!