Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Built Hufflepuff Tough (Harry Potter)

A/N: Built Hufflepuff Tough was originally written as three Poll Winners over on my Patreon from December of 2017 all the way to June 2018. I'm posting it all up as one full one-shot for people to read here.

Summary: In the celebration after Voldemort's defeat, Ginny Weasley gives Harry Potter a powerful Lust Potion but the Hufflepuff witches rescue him and bring him to their Common Room. Susan Bones, Hanna Abbott and Megan Jones demonstrate what it means to be a Puff.

Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Moresome

-x-X-x-

"We have to help him."

That gets a blink from both Hannah and Megan as the two look at their crimson haired friend and the determined expression on her face. Exchanging a glance, its silently decided that Hannah will be the one who asks the obvious question for both of them.

"Um, help who Susan?"

Susan Bones has a frown on her face and fire in her eyes as she looks between her friends, Hannah Abbot and Megan Jones. The three Hufflepuff girls are the only ones left in the Hufflepuff Common Room at this point, but then there's a massive celebration going on all across Hogwarts and if there's one thing Hufflepuffs love, it's a party. Their house is no doubt spread across the castle right now, making merry and being the life of whatever part of the multi-segmented celebration that they find themselves in.

Hannah and Megan had both wanted to get out there and enjoy themselves as well, especially with the amount of firewhisky floating around. Susan had dragged them here instead, telling them that she had something more important than the party to discuss with them.

"Harry! Harry Potter needs our help!"

That… makes no sense to either other girl. Once again, Hannah is silently delegated to speak for both of them. Megan isn't much of a talker.

"What are you talking about Susan? Harry Potter just beat You-Know-Who like a rented drum! They're going to be cleaning the Dark Lord off the cobblestone for weeks! His followers are arrested and he's gone for good, so what could Harry possibly have to fear at this point? They're already calling him the Man-Who-Won!"

To that, Susan had a simple response, a single name.

"Ginny Weasley."

The eyes on the other two Hufflepuffs light up in understanding and now Hannah is frowning just as severely as her crimson haired friend.

"What's the bitch up to now Susan?"

Grimacing, Susan crosses her arms over her chest.

"I overheard her discussing it with her mother. She's got herself a lust potion and she's planning on slipping it to Harry so that she can seduce him! If he knocks her up, and we all know a wizard of Harry's strength is bound to be virile, then she'll be able to trap him into a marriage! The boy is far, FAR too noble to dine and dash on this!"

Hannah nods in agreement and Megan is right alongside her. Still…

"But what can we do Susan? Harry barely knows us. He'll side with Ginny any and every time."

Susan smirks at that.

"You're right… normally he would. But I have a plan…"

As the red head begins to outline her idea, both Hannah and Megan lean in, growing more interested by the second. Their lips curled up into wicked grins the longer Susan talked.

-x-X-x-

Harry Potter was a bit confused, but also fairly happy at the moment. His mind was swimming and his cock was straining against his boxers and his pants, but all in all, the young wizard was content. After all, he had each of his hands on the asses of two beautiful young witches, and there was a third one as well rubbing against him as they walked. Susan bones, Hannah Abbot… and the last one had introduced herself as Megan Jones.

He didn't know the three, beyond tangentially. He knew they were Hufflepuffs and he remembered that Amelia Bones had treated him decently enough at that sham of a trial he'd been put through at one point. All in all though, Harry had never had any meaningful interactions with the three girls before now. So one might wonder why he'd immediately gone with them when they barged in on him and Ginny and all but propositioned him with their bodies.

They hadn't outright said it, but he'd gotten the idea and within a few short words, he was on his feet, walking off with them. An enraged Ginny had gotten a lackluster 'sorry' thrown at her over his shoulder, and then the door had closed shut behind them. Of course, little did Harry know, that was simply the lust potion at work. Ginny had drugged him, and he wasn't really aware of that, at least not yet, but when it came down to it, Harry on Lust Potion was far more likely to go after three beautiful curvaceous witches offering themselves to him, than he was going to stick with the thin, average red head who'd dosed him in the first place.

Ginny's plan would have worked perfectly if she and her mother had been a bit more discreet when discussing it. Harry would have fucked her several times, and the virility potion that Ginny had decided to mix in at the last second without her mother's knowledge would have done it's work on her. She would have been pregnant by the next morning and Harry would have married her.

That was in another time and another place though now. In this time and this place, Susan overheard Ginny and her mother and she roped her friends into helping her draw Harry away. Now here they were, back at the Hufflepuff Common Room, still completely empty on account of the massive party going on all around them.

Harry finds himself sitting down on a couch with Hannah and Megan on either side of him. Susan Bones kneels before him and places her hands on his knees.

"Harry, can you hear me?"

He can, though it's a bit hard to focus on her words when her friends are rubbing their chests all along his arms and she herself is rolling her thumbs in circles across his thighs.

"Mm… yeah. Yeah I hear you."

"Harry, you should know that Ginny dosed you with a Lust Potion. That's why you're so turned on right now. We found out about it and brought you here to protect you…"

Huh, he supposed that made sense. God he was throbbing, his cock hard and straining against his pants. His brow furrows.

"… Hurts…"

The three girls are confused for a second, before Harry's body involuntarily humps upwards, drawing their attention to his crotch and his massive bulge going down one pant's leg. All three Hufflepuffs gape for a moment, until Susan licks her lips and grins wickedly.

"I bet it does Harry… we could take care of that for you, if you like."

That sounds really nice. Slowly, Harry nods, feeling drunk or intoxicated on something.

"Mm, yessss…"

Hannah and Megan shudder at the sibilant tone of his drawn-out S, reminded of the fact that like the Dark Lord he's defeated multiple times now, Harry is a speaker of parseltongue. Susan is barely paying attention to that though. The red head already has Harry's belt unbuckled and is in the process of pulling his pants and boxers down, with just a bit of help in the form of wiggling from the debilitated wizard.

Harry's cock springs free of it's tight confines and outright smacks Susan across the face as both Hannah and Megan go wide eyed and open mouthed in awe of it. Susan can't help but pant at the sight of Harry's magnificent schlong, and she moans a bit as she rubs her face across his length. Before she can place her lips around the tip and begin to blow him however, the crimson haired witch finds herself joined by both Hannah and Megan, the two other girls squishing her between them as they force their own heads close to the massive thing.

"Scoot over!"

"Yeah, don't hog it!"

A lazy smile spreads across Harry's face even as Susan scowls but gives in. Already her little plan is falling apart, but then no plan truly survives contact with the enemy. It was just supposed to be her at first… only, none of them knew just how big Harry's cock truly was. Three individual tongues lap at his member and Harry groans happily as the Hufflepuffs work together and share his length between them.

Eventually, Megan moves down to Harry's balls and Susan finally gets herself up to his cockhead. As the red head begins to bob up and down the first few inches of his truly prodigious length, Hannah lays her head down on Harry's leg and continues to lick and lap and smooch at the bottom half of his cock, worshipping it and making sure to give it plenty of attention as Megan does the same with his nut sack.

The three Hufflepuffs quickly get over their momentary animosity. Years of being friends as well as members of the house known for its hard work sees them striving to give Harry the best experience he can get, rather than fighting with one another. The lust-drunk wizard groans and his hands fall atop two of the heads before him. His fingers curl into red and blonde locks and he grunts as he begins to hump up into Susan's mouth.

His first release comes a few moments after that, his seed erupting far too swiftly for the crimson haired witch to possibly contain it all. Susan chokes after the first gulp, and Harry's seed literally propels her off his cock as it explodes out of her nose and then all over all three girls, erupting upwards and then coming back down like a damn fountain.

The young witches end up coated in the stuff… but that first orgasm was exactly the kick in the pants their guest needed to get up off his ass and do something. Still incredibly hard and very horny, Harry growls as he grabs for the witch nearest to him. Thanks to Susan's 'blast off', this turns out to be Hannah. The blonde 'eeps!' as she's picked up and tossed face first over the back of the couch.

All Hannah can do is blush as her robes are flipped up over her ass. She's not wearing any panties, something that has the lustful Harry grunting approvingly as he guides his cockhead right up to her wet pussy and thrusts in. The blonde moans lewdly over the feeling of him filling her insides. None of the three Seventh Years are virgins by this point. Hogwarts is a big school and Hufflepuffs ARE the life of whatever party they're involved in. Hufflepuff parties in particular could get a bit… wild.

As is, Hannah takes Harry's massive cock without much difficulty, though it's certainly the largest she's ever had in her, something she makes sure to vocally express.

"F-Fuck! He's so BIIIIG Susan! He's burying himself inside of me and by fucking MERLIN he's getting so DEEP!"

Susan and Megan can only watch on in some jealousy as Harry plows their fellow Puff. They lay back and begin to touch themselves, fingering their own sopping wet cunts to the beautiful view of Harry's toned ass as he thrusts into Hannah again and again and again. The sight is exceptionally erotic, especially since both girls know they're going to be next, one after the other. Licking her lips, Susan grins viciously before calling out.

"Fuck her up Harry! Fill that tight slut's cunt with your cum! Put a baby in her!"

Hannah's eyes widen at her friend's crass language… and then roll back in her head as she climaxes from the idea of Harry knocking her up. Meanwhile, the dark-haired wizard takes to the idea like a fish to water. His thrusting redoubles and his speed increases greatly as he begins to truly wreck Hannah's cunt, his cockhead slamming into her cervix repeatedly until he can finally bust through and truly fill her womb with his meat. Only then does Harry's entire length finally sheathe inside of the blonde Hufflepuff. Hannah's reaction is immediate, a scream leaves her throat and she orgasms beautifully around Harry's shaft, her pussy juices coating his cock.

He quickly begins to thrust up into her, making it all the harder for the blonde to get her equilibrium back. She never quite manages it, climax after climax destroying her already frayed focus time and time again. When he finally cums inside of her, filling her womb with his extremely virile seed just like Susan suggested, Hannah is already unconscious, a quiet moan leaving her throat in response as she lays slumped over the back of the couch.

Harry pulls out of the cream-filled Puff and turns around, his eyes still glazed over with lust and his cock still nice and large as he looks between Megan and Susan. Both young witches perk up in obvious desire… but in the end, Harry goes after Megan next. Perhaps he senses Susan's over-eagerness, or perhaps he wants to save the best for last. Either way, the red head is forced to wait once more as her brunette friend gets the same treatment as Hannah.

Megan's legs spread wide for the horny wizard and she happily takes his cock inside of her, even as Harry begins to play with her tits. His thrusting is forceful and savage, but by this point Megan is more than ready for him, her pussy absolutely soaking wet as it sucks every last inch of his member up into her cunt. Once again, Harry batters his way into her womb and Megan soon loses her mind climaxing around his cock. Her body shakes and spasms, right up until the point Harry finally blows his load for the third time, filling her womb just as much as he filled Hannah's. The blonde in question is still passed out over the back of the couch, and Harry's seed is dripping free of her slit in copious amounts now.

Harry doesn't even notice this though as he exits Megan's own cum-stuffed quim. Instead, his focus turns to the last witch in the room that he hasn't filled up yet. Susan tenses as the powerful wizard's gaze falls upon her, and then almost instinctively the red head flips over onto her front and pulls her knees up under herself.

Her ass slides up into the air even as her face presses down against the soft, carpeted floor of the Hufflepuff Common Room. Harry takes the invitation for what it is and a moment later he's kneeling behind her, his cock sliding right into her cunt.

"Yesssss! Fuck me Harry, fuck me! I want it, I want you so bad! Do it, give me what you gave Hannah and Megan, break me! Make me yours, knock me up!"

As he is now, Harry has no problem saying yes to that. With a growl, the normally socially awkward wizard grabs hold of Susan's fat ass with both hands. And then, with his grip solid, he begins to truly fuck the witch as hard as he can. The red head's eyes swiftly roll back in her head and her tongue lulls out of her mouth as she takes the massive cock up to the base in one deep, womb-penetrating thrust. Her body shakes and spasms and much like her housemates, she just can't stop cumming after the first orgasm hits.

Harry is fucking her like a beast and being just a bit more magically aware than Hannah or Megan, Susan can feel the cause of his strange sexual 'prowess' in every thrust. The wizard is not doing anything particularly skillful. No, what makes sex with Harry so damn special is the way he instinctively thrusts his magic into their magic with every movement of his cock inside of their cunts.

He's forcing his immense, powerful magic onto her, dominating her in both body and soul as he fucks her right there in the Hufflepuff Common Room. No wonder Hannah and Megan reacted the way they did. Not even Susan is able to keep control of herself for long after Harry starts doing his thing. She is still vaguely coherent when he finally cums inside of her though, unlike her friends. Instead of laying there passed out, Susan turns around after Harry pulls his cock out of her. She's quick to take him back in her mouth and suck him clean of ALL of their sexual fluids, slurping away at the mess they've made of his massive schlong.

Harry stumbles back to the couch and ultimately Susan goes with him. And that's how they both fall asleep. Him, laying on the couch with one hand resting on Hannah's passed out ass, and her with his cock in her mouth, resting her face against his inner thigh and suckling softly as she drifts off to sleep. They're lucky that Hufflepuffs party so hard… no one comes back to the Common Room before all four of them wake up the next day.

Of course, unlike with Ginny, the three Puff girls don't want to force Harry into loveless marriages. None of them expects anything of him (even if he will no doubt still take responsibility for their pregnancies)… all they want is to enjoy his cock as much as he'll allow. That's why he wakes up to all three of them tonguing his member side by side, moaning happily as they lick and lap at his length together.

No longer under the effects of the Lust Potion, Harry is a bit bemused… but in the end, he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. With Voldemort dead… maybe it's time to live a little.

-x-X-x-

Hermione frowns as she stares at the concoction in her hands. She'd had to craft it herself of course. Ginny was no slouch of a witch, but she also hadn't really focused her skills towards potions. Meanwhile, Hermione had been making Polyjuice potions since the age of twelve. Still though…

"Ginny, I'm not so sure about this."

"It's necessary Hermione! Those damn Hufflepuff Hussies have Harry in their clutches. It's up to us to rescue him, before they manage to trick him into something like… l-like a marriage contract or something!"

The frown on Hermione's face grows even wider. Magical Law was… well, she'd read her fair share of books, and the brunette know-it-all was no fool. She knew how completely lopsided a magical contract could be. Case in point, that damn thing Harry had been roped into in their Fourth Year. So yeah, she had no trouble believing the threat of a magically binding marriage contract.

"Who did you say it was again? Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Megan Jones? None of those girls seem the type to do something like this."

"Hermione, you saw my memory, didn't you? The three barged in, charged Harry somehow with some sort of silent wandless magic, and dragged him off in moments! There's no way that would have happened if they didn't have Harry under a spell of some kind! We have to find out what it is, and you're the only one who can do it!"

The brunette witch can't deny what her friend is saying. Ginny had indeed showed her the memory of that moment in a pensieve, and it was most certainly suspect. Something was wrong with Harry, that much was for sure. And the Hufflepuffs definitely had SOMETHING to do with it all. She'd only get answers by infiltrating them.

Letting out an explosive breath, Hermione closes her eyes and nods. Then, her face already beginning to screw up in disgust as she anticipates the taste, Hermione downs the Polyjuice with a few of Susan's red hairs in it. Even anticipating it doesn't do anything to stop her from nearly gagging as she swallows every last drop of the concoction.

She completely misses the wide, wicked smirk on Ginny's face as the Weasley girl watches her transform, and by the time Hermione has gone from a slender brunette to a top-heavy red head, that wicked smirk is gone and replaced by an 'earnest' worried look.

"Good luck Hermione…"

"Tha-whoa, my voice sounds weird. Ahem… thanks Ginny. I'll be back in an hour."

-x-X-x-

She was actually a little surprised at how easy it'd turned out to be. Perhaps she was just lucky. Either way, Hermione had almost immediately run into Hannah and Megan. Susan had been nowhere in sight, which was very good indeed, because it allowed Hermione to walk right out to greet the two witches with a smile on her face.

They'd been surprised to see her at first, and there'd been a moment where they'd exchanged a look that had Hermione worried. But then they'd been all smiles, and just like that, she was Susan Bones, their best friend. Hermione had breathed an internal sigh of relief and settled into being as much like Susan as possible, without overplaying her hand.

Luckily, it was Hannah who ultimately brought up Harry, making it so Hermione didn't have to. And then Megan had gone ahead and suggested that they go check on him to make sure he was doing all right. Hermione had piped in then with a wide smile on her face, commending Megan and telling the other girl that it was a great idea.

And now here they were, heading to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Hermione kept pace with the two Hufflepuff girls, and when they got to the room's entrance, she couldn't help but be worried once more. Was it Susan who usually said the password? Hermione sure hoped not… luckily, in the end it didn't seem to be a problem. Hannah and Megan exchanged another strange look between the two of them, but then Megan spoke the password and the painting swung open to reveal the black and yellow of the Hufflepuff Common Room.

Up the stairs they go, all the way to the Seventh Year Dorm Room. Hermione can't help but worry at what state she'll find Harry in, if they've got him trapped in the dorm. Is he tied up? Tortured? Unconscious? If he's not able to move under his own power, she'll probably have to fight her way out. Nibbling at her lower lip as she follows Hannah and Megan up the stairs, Hermione makes sure to drop her wand from her arm-holster into her hand, keeping most of it still hidden up her sleeve, but ready to go if she needs to cast in a hurry. Her plan is a simple one, for a brainiac like her. She's going to confirm Harry's presence, confirm his circumstances… and then she's going to stun the shit out of the two Hufflepuffs currently unknowingly leading her to him.

It's a good plan, in her opinion. When they come to the dorm room's door, Hermione gets ready to put it into action. The door opens up, all three girls step inside, and the sounds of fucking combined with the heady aroma of sex immediately fills Hermione's flaring nostrils as her eyes go wide at the sight before her.

"YES, YES, YES! Fuck me Harry, fuck me haaarder! Oh Merliiiiiin!"

"That's right slut, take it. Fucking take it!"

Smack! Hermione flinches at the sound of her best friend's hand coming down on Susan Bones' fat ass as he plows the voluptuous red head from behind. The same voluptuous red head that Hermione herself is currently impersonating. The beautiful witch's mouth drops open, though in truth it's Susan's mouth and Susan's eyes that Hermione is widening at the sight of Harry pounding away into the witch from behind.

He's not tied up, or restrained, or even looking all the ensorcelled. There's a grin on his flushed face, and he's completely naked, but beyond that it looks like he's having the time of his life. In fact, if anything, it's Susan Bones that looks completely out of it, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she climaxes again and again around Harry's pistoning cock.

Of course, the young wizard slows down when he looks up and registers the sight of three witches standing at the entryway to the dorm. He blinks dumbly as his gaze centers on Hermione in Susan's form, and he looks down at the witch he's currently fucking for a moment in abject confusion, before looking up at Hermione again.

He slows down his thrusting, much to the blissed-out Susan's disappointment, not that she's in much of a state to do anything beyond mewl and whine at this point. Harry though, Harry is still in top shape as he stares at the new arrivals.

"… What is this?"

Hermione stands frozen, still trying to process the view of her best friend fucking another witch senseless. Meanwhile, neither Hannah nor Megan seem at all surprised, as they turn to her with wicked smiles on their faces. The polyjuiced witch belatedly realizes this, but before she can get her wand all the way out and begin casting, Hannah chuckles darkly.

"Susan here thought she was being oh so clever Harry. Just walking up to us and everything. Like she didn't tell us this was one of her fantasies years ago."

"Right? Ugh, it's like she thinks we don't pay attention or something, just because we're blondes."

Hermione's brow… or Susan's, as was currently the case, furrows in confusion. They… they still thought she was their friend? W-What? How did that work? Luckily, Harry was there to share in her befuddlement.

"Huh?"

Hannah smirks and plants her hands on her hips.

"It's really simple. Susan always talked about getting her hands on a time turner so she could fuck around. Never expected her to actually manage it, but here she is, eh? Right in the flesh, standing here as sure as you and I. That's what it is, isn't it Susan? Time traveling in order to get an extra taste of Harry's dick? You sly minx, you."

Blushing profusely, Hermione realizes that this is her only out.

"Y-Yes! I… yes, that's the truth. You uh… hehe, you got me."

Both Hannah and Megan have massive smiles on their faces at that revelation, even as Harry still looks rather unsure. He grunts as he pulls out of the Susan he's currently fucking, standing up and showing off his utterly massive schlong to all three of the women not outright fucked silly at his feet. Hermione's eyes go wide, before she belatedly schools her features, trying to act like Susan would.

"Well… if she's going to put so much effort in, I suppose I should reward it, yeah? You girls mind waiting a little longer for your turns?"

Hermione stiffens at that, as she realizes what he's saying. At the same time, both Hannah and Megan suddenly latch onto her, and before Hermione even knows what's happening, she's been disrobed… and disarmed.

"No problem Harry! We'll get her ready for you!"

In no time at all, a completely out of sorts Hermione finds herself naked before her best friend. At the very least its Susan's body instead of her own, but its still more than a little mortifying to have Susan's huge rack and wide hips on display while she's 'wearing' the red head's form. Harry just grins happily, and Hermione can't bring herself to resist him as he guides her to another bed and pushes her down roughly over the thing. His cock is inside her in moments, and Hermione's mouth drops open as she 'loses her virginity', despite Susan's body not having a hymen to break through.

"O-oooh f-fuck!"

The other thing Hermione's not expecting… is the pleasure. Susan's form is completely and utterly acclimated to Harry's cock. More than that, it's addicted to it. Before he's inside of her, Hermione doesn't feel any of that. AFTER he thrusts deep into her polyjuiced cunt, the young woman realizes just how in over head she's gotten as an orgasm immediately rips its way through her body, causing her to spasm and shake as Harry plows her right then and there.

"Heh, as tight as ever Susan. Gotta wonder where you got the time turner… hope it wasn't anything illegal. But we'll talk about that later, alright?"

She's already beyond words, otherwise she might have told Harry the truth right then and there. Instead, a whimper escapes her throat and Hermione can do nothing but take his cock into her time and time again. She quickly figures out just why the real Susan was so damn out of it earlier when she first arrived. This is… this is heavenly. The pleasure of having her first time taken by her best friend, of being fucked so thoroughly by Harry's big cock… it's more than Hermione ever expected.

Another orgasm hits her, and from that point on, they just don't stop. Again and again and again, she cums around Harry's thrusting shaft… until ultimately, she just can't take it anymore. It's when he finally cums as well that Hermione utterly loses it, and that last, final, explosive orgasm as Harry's seed pumps into her transformed womb causes the disguised witch to pass out right then and there, the polyjuice conveniently wearing off at the exact same time.

-x-X-x-

Harry stares down at the brunette head of hair attached to the girl he'd just been fucking. His cock is still impaled deep inside of her, his seed is still filling her womb. She's a lot tighter than she was a moment before though, almost unbelievably so. Her body is a bit more slender as well, nowhere near as voluptuous as Susan's.

Blinking dumbly, Harry flips the brunette over, without even bothering to remove his cock from her cream-filled cunt. His eyes go wide as he stares down at Hermione's blissed out face, her eyes rolled back in her head and half-shut, and her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth.

"Hermione?!"

Hannah and Megan make their presence felt again in that moment, the two blonde Hufflepuffs leaning in to his back as they embrace him from behind at the same time, their heads resting on either of his shoulders.

"Oh dear… that's not Susan at all."

"Hm, I really thought that she was using a time turner! Wow, guess we got that one wrong!"

"Who could have guessed that Hermione Granger would polyjuice herself to look like Susan though? What a weird thing to do."

"Yeah, almost like Ginny Weasley tricked her into doing it in an effort to get you out of our dastardly clutches."

Harry stares down at Hermione's naked, sweat-covered form even as he takes in Hannah and Megan's words, processing just what they're saying. Slowly, the brunette witch begins to wake up, and when she does, her eyes very quickly meet Harry's green irises.

"Hermione… what are you doing here?"

Blushing deeply at being caught out, Hermione glances between her best friend's face and the two grinning Hufflepuffs on either side of his head.

"I-I… I just… I didn't…"

"Well Granger? What's your excuse?"

"Yeah, we're both really excited to hear it~"

"Quiet. You two… leave us, right now. Go… go play with Susan."

Harry's words cut through the air and through the smugness of both blonde Hufflepuffs. They pause for a second, and then draw back, moving to obey him as Harry grits his teeth and stares down at Hermione with something akin to betrayal in his eyes. Hermione realizes then that maybe, just maybe she's fucked up.

"I-I… I'm sorry Harry."

His cock is still buried inside of her, and her tight virgin cunt is still squeezing down hard along his thick member. Harry tries quite hard to stay mad at his best friend for this sneaky, underhanded move… but it's a little difficult when she's looking absolutely adorable with her face so contrite, her hands held up near her breasts, and her entire body flushed with arousal.

Letting out a grumble and a sigh, Harry decides to do the one thing he's always wanted to do. Why not at this point, right? Leaning down, the young man plants his lips on his best friend's, and kissing the ever-living hell out of Hermione, even as he begins to slide his member in and out of her gripping, spasming pussy.

Hermione freezes at first… and then she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist like a damn spider monkey, kissing him back just as hard as her hips rise to meet his thrusting prick. The three Hufflepuff girls, even Susan who's mostly recovered by this point, watch from afar as they touch each other and themselves. There's satisfied smirks on all of their faces, as yet again they've turned that Weasley shrew's plan back on itself.

… The dumb bitch still hadn't figured out there was a magical listening spell in her room.

-x-X-x-

This was ridiculous. But then, Harry should have expected as much from the wizarding world. The entire society had shown very little in the way of common sense for the entirety of his time within it… he'd just been too young and awestruck at the beginning to realize it until later. Regardless, out of everything, from the Daily Prophet running smear campaigns to the Ministry trying to destroy his reputation to disprove Voldemort's return, Harry had to say that this took the cake over it all.

Seriously, he'd expected this all to be over by now. Voldemort wasn't just proven to have returned, he was also defeated very publicly by Harry himself. Surely the wizarding world would leave him alone by now, right? Or at the very least, they'd fucking appreciate him a bit more! But no. No, that wasn't what had happened at all.

Apparently, he and Ginny Weasley were supposed to be some sort of power couple, because Harry's rejection of the only Weasley girl had caused ripples beyond his ties with the Weasley family. While they were all supposedly quite upset about him refusing to get down with their youngest member, Harry wouldn't know because none of them had actually talked to him about the matter.

Instead, they'd gone to Rita Skeeter. And everything had just gone… crazy, in the meantime. It was all Percy's fault, as far as Harry could tell. He'd tried to get to the root cause of it all, but then that was just Ginny. Percy on the other hand, was fanning the flames and making everything so much worse. What else do you call a front-page story in the Daily Prophet with quotes from Percy that labelled Harry as a sex fiend and trying to conquer the damn world by collecting a harem of submissive witches with which to increase his power!

Yeah. That was what the Daily Prophet was saying about him these days. Harry almost wished they'd go back to calling him a liar and just be fucking done with it, because honestly this was all… it was just too much. All he wanted was to live his life. He'd long since given up any hope of fading into obscurity, but couldn't they just… worship him as some sort of savior like they had while he was a baby, instead of trying to find whatever darkness they thought resided in him, so they could tear him down?

Unfortunately, the answer to that heart-felt plea seemed to be no. Percy Weasley didn't have enough power to get Harry thrown into Azkaban or anything as stupid as that, but his voice, combined with the Prophet's supposed 'reputation', was enough for the Ministry to sit up and take notice. And thus, Harry was asked, politely, to submit himself to a full check-up by an accredited mediwitch so that they could disprove these spurious claims.

That's how they'd worded it, anyways. He was half-sure that they'd find any way they could to get him under their control. Fuck, even after agreeing to the check-up, Harry had had nightmares about Umbridge showing up in a pink nurse's uniform with wand in hand, 'hem-hemming' away as she told him to drop his pants.

Yeah. Not a pretty picture in the best of circumstances, not at all. Still, now he was finally here. Harry sat in a private room deep in St. Mungo's, Aurors out front who weren't going to let anyone in to see him by the mediwitch who was doing the check-up. Dressed down to nothing but his boxers, Harry couldn't deny that he was a LITTLE cold… and his dick certainly wasn't excited about whatever bullshit the Ministry was probably going to try to pull.

So ready to be disappointed as he was, Harry found himself shocked when the door opened to admit a truly gorgeous woman. Far from being Umbridge or anything close to that toad-like witch, this woman is… just spectacular, in every way. She's looking down at her chart when she enters, the door closing and magically locking behind her with a glimmer that spreads across it's surface. She hums for a second, before finally looking up at him and smiling.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

For a second, Harry is speechless.

"I… um…"

Belatedly, he realizes what's happening. Once he knows that, he can get himself under control… though the tenting in his boxers is a little bit harder to get to go away. When he finally does speak a fully coherent sentence, there's a tone of irritation and suspicion in his voice.

"You're a veela, aren't you?"

The silver-blonde woman across from him smiles and nods.

"Half-veela my dear, but yes."

Now that he's fought through her allure, which admittedly was definitely stronger than what he remembered of Fleur, Harry can actually take in the details of the beautiful witch standing before him. The nurse's outfit she's wearing is… just shy of being scandalous, not too short and not too low in the front, but definitely both more and less than Harry was expecting from whoever was sent to discover him.

She's both old and not old at the same time. He can sense that she's a mature woman, probably a mother… but she's also just gorgeous, both her witch genes and her veela genes no doubt slowing her aging immensely. Swallowing thickly, Harry wonders if this is the Ministry's plan. He can't help but frown.

"Are you here to make me lose control or something? Here to give the Ministry cause to lock me up?"

Years of this shit have left Harry without much in the way of tact. But he's a little relieved when the half-veela responds with horrified shock rather than false outrage or a blunt yes.

"Wha-, No! No, Mr. Potter, I assure you that I am not! Your Ministry of Magic has sought an outside party to handle this check-up, wanting it to be as unbiased as possible. I am from the Veela Sex Clinic, in France. Do you truly not recognize me?"

Harry blinks in confusion, before cocking his head to the side. Now that she says something, she does look a lot like Fleur. But then he'd kind of just assumed that was because they were both veela. Except, thinking back to the World Cup, the Bulgarians' mascots had been full veela, and even they hadn't all looked alike. This realization leads Harry down the path to another, and he blinks dumbly as he finally figures out who he's talking to.

"You're Fleur's mum."

Fleur's mum smiles a little wider as she steps past him and sets down the clipboard she's carrying before turning back to face him.

"That's exactly right, Harry. My name is Apolline Delacour. I suppose we never did get a chance to meet. I was not allowed to come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, and the wedding between my Fleur and that Weasley boy never ended up happening. Still, while you may not know me… I know you very well. The boy who risked his life to save my little girl."

Harry flushes at the reminder and ducks his head.

"Found out afterwards that she was never in any real danger…"

Stepping closer, Apolline lifts Harry's face back up with two fingers under his chin.

"But you didn't know that at the time, Harry. And truthfully, I wouldn't have trusted any of those officials, Dumbledore included, to not muck things up and cause the death of my daughter for their infantile tournament. You made sure that nothing could happen to her. And then you protected my eldest from the cruciatus curse when that imperio'd Krum boy was torturing her in the hedge maze."

This close, Harry can't help but hitch his breath a little at their proximity, even as Apolline smiles and lets her hand drop from his chin down to his chest.

"I had to fight tooth and nail for this assignment, Mr. Potter. Many a veela at the clinic wanted a piece of you, but I had seniority."

Harry licks his lips, his cock unashamedly tenting his boxers by this point. He can't bring himself to care about that though, even when Apolline slips her experienced fingers beneath the waistband of said boxers and takes hold of his member, stroking it up and down. Instead, he focuses entirely on her beautiful face as the mature witch smiles knowingly.

"S-So what now?"

"Now? Now you show me just what you can do, Harry. We'll see if you're the sex maniac that the wizards are trying to paint you as… or if you're just a horny young lad who's never gotten to live his life before now, hm?"

Harry flushes, but when Apolline pulls him off the table by his cock and then disappears his boxers, He allows her to lead him around until SHE's the one hopping up on the table. The gorgeous half-veela spreads her legs wide, letting her nurse's skirt hike up to reveal she's not wearing anything underneath. Stretching her arms out to him, Apolline just continues to smile.

"Come, Harry. Give me all that you have."

Even if he's resisting her allure, it's still tugging at him. And Harry sees no reason to keep fighting it at this point. Stepping in, Harry positions his cock at the MILF-y witch's waiting cunt lips and pushes in, right then and there. He's no stranger to sex by now. The Hufflepuffs, Hermione… Harry isn't sure what kind of relationship he has with any of the four girls that he's had sex with by this point. It's not been long enough for any of them to figure things out.

But he's developed a bit of technique that they all seem to like quite a bit. So he uses it now, thrusting in with modulating strokes as he goes deep and then fast and then hard, changing it up. Apolline wraps her limbs around him as he fucks her, her arms pulling her close to her delicious, sizable tits. Despite her age, despite her two children, the half-veela has no sag to her perfect chest. Harry finds himself partaking in her beautiful, bountiful breasts even as he thrusts into her again and again below.

"That's it Harry, just like that. Ooh, you do have SOME skill to you, don't you?"

Growling a bit at the backhanded compliment, Harry tries to speed things up… but no matter what he does, in the end Apolline doesn't cum. Instead, her squeezing, clenching cunt milks him dry, and Harry finds himself shocked as he fills the beautiful half-veela with his seed before she's ever orgasmed. When she sees the look on his face as he pulls out of her, Apolline smiles knowingly.

"You've had some dalliances with a few of your peers, haven't you Harry? You're used to getting more out of them, before they get it all out of you, yes?"

Harry blushes at the way the gorgeous witch describes it, but in the end, he can't help but nod, ducking his head in the same moment. Hopping off of the examination table, Apolline sways her hips over to Harry, drawing his gaze even as she runs her fingers along his body, invading his personal space once more. But then, after the intimacy they just shared, Harry isn't sure such a thing exists between them at this point.

"That's not surprising. I can already tell… you have a natural affinity for sex. If you truly wanted to, you could be exactly what that foolish red-haired boy claims you are. But I can also tell that you have no desire to conquer anything or anyone. You're not that kind of man, Harry Potter. Still, you will usually find yourself in the dominant position of any sexual encounter that begins on equal footing, simply because of how good that cock of yours feels when it's inside a woman."

Harry knows he's staring, wide-eyed, at Apolline by this point… but it's kind of hard not to, as she grins back at him.

"Of course, we are not on equal footing. It's going to take a lot more than that to… put me in my place, Mr. Potter. Mm, do you think you're up to the task? The things I can show you…"

Harry swallows nervously, but the way she's speaking in that sultry, breathless tone… if she's trying to be seductive, she needn't have bothered. He's been seduced since she walked into the room. Still, with his mouth dry, the young wizard finds he can only say one thing in response to Apolline's offer.

"… Teach me."

Her responding grin is like the cat who caught the canary. Before Harry even knows what's happening, he's on the floor and the half-veela is impaled on his cock, riding him with hard and fast strokes. That marks the beginning of a sexual lesson that continues for what feels like hours. Harry can't honestly say how long it truly is. He really can't. All he knows is that he gets an education from Apolline that he's not sure he could get anywhere else.

They go from cowgirl, to doggystyle, to on her side, to reverse cowgirl to… it's just position after position. All the while, no matter how humiliating or degrading the position is, Apolline remains in control. Not of him, perhaps, but certainly of herself. Eventually, he does manage to get an orgasm from her, but it's not nearly the concession he's expecting. She climaxes hard around his prick, in turn drawing another release from him deep into her womb… and then she's hopping down and sucking him off as she walks him through fellatio as well.

Harry leans more from Apolline Delacour about sex then he learned from some of his actual Professors about their chosen subjects back at Hogwarts. The MILF of a witch is a good teacher, patient and kind and understanding as she allows Harry to explore her body and learn what makes her tick. Harry, meanwhile, is a fast learner… and he's satisfied to at least leave Apolline a bit flushed by the time they finally have to get dressed and leave the warded examination room.

The next day, it's not Percy Weasley's lines in the Daily Prophet, but Apolline's. They don't call her by name, merely labelling her as a "medical professional" but Harry knows that the Ministry has stepped in and forced the Prophet's hand, if only because the article takes up the entirety of the front page and is actually flattering for once.

Oh, not that Apolline goes into detail about their time together or anything like that. No, the entire article debunks the claim of Harry being a sex fiend out to conquer the world. Though, he probably could have done without the line talking about how he's a young man with stunted emotional growth through no fault of his own. Still, if it got everyone to leave him alone, Harry could handle it.

And at the same time, he had next week to look forward to. Apolline had invited him over to the Delacour Manor for a bit of a vacation from it all. And while Harry was happy to get out of the country for a bit… he was even more excited about seeing Fleur and Gabrielle again, given how Apolline had spoken of both of them at the end of their time together.

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