321Hermione woke first, feeling her cheek pressed against firm muscle, and she startled for a moment before recalling where she was. The location wasn't what was different, as she was in the Hogwarts bed that had been hers since the start of the year, but that was the only thing normal about that morning. Pushing herself up, she winced in pain as she felt just how sore she was, particularly between her legs. No amount of pain could make her regret what had happened, though, and as she stared down at Harry's sleeping form in the darkness, she couldn't stop smiling.
"He's so gorgeous," she thought to herself, tracing a finger down from his muscular chest towards his abs.
Hermione wasn't a terribly vain person, and she had been attracted to Harry for years, so she knew that his new physique wasn't the cause of that attraction, but she'd have been lying if she said that she didn't find his muscles simple mouthwatering. As she felt him up, she heard his breathing change, and a moment later, he sighed in pleasure.
"Good morning," Hermione whispered.
"I'd say," Harry grinned, reaching over to brush her messy hair behind her ear and cup her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore but deliriously happy," Hermione replied.
"A warm bath will help," Harry murmured, reaching around to find his glasses and putting them on when he managed. "I'd join you, but I've probably overstayed my welcome as is."
"Oh, we don't mind," Lavender giggled, and both of them froze. "Yeah, your silencing charm ran out while you were asleep, though the firebolt was enough of a clue on its own."
Hermione turned beet red instantly, freezing in place, barely able to breathe.
"Good on you, Hermione," Parvati said, sounding amused. "Lav, let's give them some privacy."
"We probably should," Lavender sighed dramatically before giggling again. "Later, you two."
"They know!" Hermione exclaimed once she heard the door close behind them. "They know I had a boy in here all night!"
"Hermione, neither one of them cares," Harry said soothingly, wrapping his arms around her. "They might rib you a bit, I honestly wouldn't know, but it's not like either one will go to the professors."
"You're right, you're right," Hermione sighed, steadying her breathing as she tried to calm down.
"In retrospect, I should have brought the broom in with me," Harry muttered.
"I'd have rather not woken up with hard wood poking into me," Hermione said dryly, flushing the moment she realized what she'd just said.
"You did say you were sore," Harry quipped, earning a slap on the shoulder. "Seriously though, Mione, how are you feeling about...all of this?"
"Over the moon," Hermione smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know its strange and complicated and nothing like what I pictured for my future as a girl, but I want...this, all of it. I'm not just saying that because I lost count of the number of orgasms you gave me last night either, though, God, you're amazing."
"I'd avoid saying that name around Rias and Akeno," Harry murmured. "Part of the reason why they call him the Tyrant is because even hearing the name can be physically bothersome."
"I've mostly gotten used to saying Merlin anyway," Hermione shrugged. "Um, there is one thing, though…"
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"Last night, after the first time, you seemed to almost instantly know my body better than I do," Hermione said. "Is it always like that with you?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. "I'm pretty intuitive when it comes to...that. Is that strange?"
Rias had mentioned that once, but Akeno and Luna didn't, so Harry put it out of his mind. Akeno would have likely been forewarned by Rias, however, and Luna was usually accepting of the strange."
"I mean, I want to say yes, but its not like I would know," Hermione shrugged. "It just stuck out. I'm not complaining by any means."
"I need to get going while I can still fly out of here without being spotted," Harry said. "I'll see you at breakfast."
"See you there," Hermione smiled, feeling like her heart might burst with joy. "The next time we do this, we'll have to use the room."
"Already planning the next time, huh?" Harry asked teasingly as he opened the bed curtain and started getting dressed.
"As though I could experience something like that only once," Hermione grinned, her smile falling as she found herself walking stiffly.
"Sorry," Harry winced.
"Don't be," Hermione chuckled. "It's not your fault that you're part horse."
Smiling widely at the compliment, Harry finished getting dressed, transfigured the window until he could fit through it, and flew off, leaving Hermione on her own. The brunette placed a hand on her chest to feel her racing heart and bit her lip. Reaching into her trunk to find her toiletries, she had to move the copy of the only book she'd acquired from the omnilibrary so far, and her smile fell as she looked at it.
Secrets of the Darkest Art was the vilest tome she'd ever come across, filled with some of the most evil magic ever conceived of. Copying the words from the immovable version of it in the room turned out to be simple, and she'd been reading through it for days trying to learn what she could of horcruxes. Nothing that she'd come across so far was particularly helpful, but it did confirm what Harry had said of them.
From what she'd read so far, the devils' plan to remove it was the soundest one she was likely to come across, and that was reason enough to work with them. Whatever her earlier reservations had been, if they were her best bet to save Harry from this, then she would throw herself into whatever came of working with them without hesitation. Nothing was more important than his safety; nothing at all.
Luna squeed in delight as she saw Hermione limping into the great hall that morning, earning more than a few irritated looks from the tired people around her. The second the brunette sat down gingerly, she wrapped her arms around her, exclaiming, "I'm so happy for you!"
"Luna!" Hermione complained, struggling in the blonde's grip for a moment before sighing. She relaxed and muttered, "Thank you."
Lavender and Parvati giggled in their seats down the table, and Hermione knew that they'd want to talk later.
"Now we can be like sisters," Luna whispered excitedly.
"In some families, perhaps," Hermione muttered.
"It's just that I've been so alone for so long," Luna sighed quietly. "I had Daddy, and that was great, but I didn't really have anyone else. This year's been a wonder from start to finish, and it's all because of Harry."
"You're not alone, Luna," Hermione smiled, wrapping an arm around the younger girl's shoulders. "Sorry for being so grumpy."
"It's okay," Luna replied. Grinning impishly, she added, "I doubt you got much sleep last night."
Hermione reddened and focused on piling food onto her plate as Harry joined them.
"Hey," he said as he sat down next to Hermione.
"Hey," the brunette replied breathily.
"Feeling any better?" Harry asked.
"I feel wonderful," Hermione replied.
"Um, Harry?" Rias asked through their mental connection, sounding oddly unsure of herself.
"Rias?" Harry asked.
"I have a solution for your bank problem, though it's going to require a little of your time," Rias replied. "My mother's owed a couple favors by the goblin royal family, and she offered to call one in to get you the horcrux, but only on the condition that you go with her to the bank alone."
"Oh, that's great," Harry smiled. "Why do you sound so strange?"
Rias went silent for a moment before replying, saying, "No reason. Have fun."
Harry felt strangely like Rias had just ended a call then and furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Is something wrong?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing pressing," Harry replied, giving her a pointed look. They could hardly discuss horcux hunting in the middle of the great hall and he just mouthed the word, 'later.'
"Oh, Harry," Luna cut in. "Daddy wrote me earlier to say that he knows a guy who can get you the gillyweed you mentioned. He'll write me later with the price."
"Money's no object," Harry replied dismissively. "Thanks for helping me with this. I owe your dad."
"Of course," Luna smiled. "He's coming to see the second task, though how much we're going to be able to see of it, I can't say if it is what we suspect."
"What do you need gillyweed for?" Neville asked, perking up at the mention of a magical plant. He reddened then and added, "I mean, if its nothing personal."
"I need to survive underwater for an hour," Harry replied.
"Oh, oh!" Neville exclaimed as he realized the most likely reason for that. "Just beware, it only lasts an hour."
"I know," Harry smiled. "Thank you, though."
"Of course," Neville replied in kind.
They continued on with breakfast in relative quiet, and Harry held his tongue about Rias' strange demeanor earlier until they were shuffling off to class.
"...so that's it," Harry whispered as they walked, making sure that only Hermione and Luna could hear him. "I just don't get why she seemed so off when talking about her mother wanting me to come along. I've met her before a few times."
"I suspect that she thinks her mother wants to get to know you better," Hermione replied, limping along to class. "You two have been seeing each other for months now. I know if this were me, my parents would have already begun bugging me to invite you to dinner for this. What's her mother like?"
"Beautiful," Luna replied before Harry could, "and just as buxom as her. I can't speak to her personality, but I know she was known as the brown-haired princess of ruin back in the day."
"She can be pretty intense," Harry admitted, going still. "You think she's arranged this to grill me about...everything?"
"I think she knows her daughter's pretty crazy about you and wants to figure out where you stand," Hermione said reassuringly. "Just be honest, and I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Right," Harry muttered, suddenly more nervous about the meeting than he had been. "Honest."
Fleur exhaled slowly as she extended her stretch in her final yoga pose of her set. She didn't have any classes that day until later in the morning and took full advantage of the opportunity to enjoy a slower, more relaxing start to her day. Training with Harry had turned out to be rather more intense than she'd imagined, and she was more grateful than normal to have come across a muggle book on yoga as a girl. It really helped improve and maintain her flexibility, which lent itself well to virtually all physical activity.
"Fleur? Fleur?" her mother called through the fireplace, the floo in which was one of the perks of being named champion, even though it was only fit for communication rather than travel.
"Maman?" Fleur replied, momentarily confused, before she recalled that her mother was supposed to call that morning.
"You forgot zat your mama was going to call," Apolline chided her.
Fleur was about to apologize when she realized something that gave her pause. "Why are you speaking English?"
"I 'ave been learning zis irritating tongue ever since I learned zat you'd be going zere," Apolline replied. "I knew zat you would be chosen as champion once you decided to compete, and your papa and I so want to watch one of ze tasks. We will be zere next week."
"Really?" Fleur asked, excited.
"Oui, ma ange," Apolline smiled. "We will be bringing Gabrielle as well."
"Be warned, it is even colder zan zey say," Fleur winced.
"It is Scotland, Fleur," Apolline laughed. "Zat is to be expected. 'Ow are you? Your last letter sounded a little more upbeat zan zey 'ad been."
"Britain is as I expected," Fleur shrugged. "Ze people are largely uncultured; many of zem are 'orribly rude, and ze food… Zank ze goddess ze elves 'ere were instructed 'ow to cook proper French fare."
"I did warn you," Apolline laughed. "I take it ze purebloods are as...unpleasant as I imagine."
"Grindelwald's decimation of ze pureblood families in France 'ad ze unintended effect of making ze country more tolerant down ze line," Fleur replied, shaking her head at the irony. "As 'is fear of Dumbledore spared England such attacks, zey remain as vexing as ever for anyone 'oo cannot trace zere pure lineage back to Merlin 'imself. Some of ze zings I've 'eard zese inbred swine say about other students…"
"Well, zat's ze English for you," Apolline sighed. "Zere must be someone zere you've found interesting, zough. I know 'ow you sound, even in letters when you've groan infatuated, ma petite."
"I wouldn't go so far as to say infatuated, but interesting definitely describes 'im," Fleur replied, blushing slightly. "You know 'ow I wrote zat 'Arry Potter 'ad been entered into ze tournament as a fourth champion?"
"Oui?" Apolline replied, furrowing her brow. "Isn't 'e...younger zan you?"
"Zree years younger, oui, not zat you would believe it at first glance," Fleur muttered.
"'E must be some boy," Apolline mused, still sounding confused.
"Man, Maman, trust me zere," Fleur replied. "'E completed ze first task with ease and is remarkably proficient with 'is wand. We 'ave been sparring, and 'e is far beyond ze level I was at 'is age."
"Given 'is history, I would not be surprised if he received...ow you say...unique lessons," Apolline replied. "Still, until 'e 'as gained some proficiency wiz 'is other wand, I will call 'im boy."
"'E as at least zree regular lovers and might 'ave taken a fourth last night, with ze full approval of ze zird," Fleur replied, having witnessed the scene between Harry, Luna, and Hermione earlier.
"Ah," Apolline replied, blinking slowly. "A most remarkable fourth year, zen."
"So it would seem," Fleur chuckled. "'E is ze most interesting person I've met since I got to 'Ogwarts but zere's something odd about 'im."
"Beyond ze mini-'arem?" Apolline asked.
"Possibly related," Fleur replied. "Ze way 'is magic feels is...strange. 'E is immensely powerful, and 'is magic feels somehow warmer and more lively zan zat of others. I twisted my ankle ze other day and 'e offered to rub ze bruise cream into it..."
"I'm sure," Apolline giggled. "Zis turned into a footrub, as well?"
"Oui," Fleur replied, rolling her eyes. "I know 'ow it sounds, but 'e was genuine, and it was 'e who left zis room without my saying to. 'Is touch was so good, I would 'ave taken 'im zen and zere if 'e adn't."
"Wait," Apolline said. "'E 'ad you in your bed, ready to sleep with 'im, and 'e left? Zese lovers of 'is are female, right?"
"Oui," Fleur scoffed. "'E seems completely immune to my allure, zough and actually rushed off because 'e'd made plans with one of ze others. I'd 'ave been insulted if I wasn't so surprised."
"Immune to ze allure, good wiz 'is 'ands, and powerful?" Apolline asked rhetorically. "Zrow in rich and well 'ung and 'e'll be every Veela's dream man."
"'E's ze sole heir of ze Potters, so 'e probably 'is rich," Fleur giggled, "and we're going swimming in ze lake tomorrow, so I'll likely be able to ascertain if 'e checks ze fifth box."
Apolline laughed at that and said, "Keep in mind you two are competitors."
"I can compete against 'im while lusting after 'im," Fleur smirked.
"If 'e 'as multiple lovers, presumably zings aren't serious with any of zem," Apolline pointed out. "It would be perfectly possible to add yourself to ze list. You'd end up instantly at ze top of it, of course."
"I think it's less that he's just sleeping around and more zat 'is girls are into sharing," Fleur replied.
"Hmm, and 'ere I said 'arem as a joke," Apolline sighed. "Keep in mind zen, zat you'd be inserting yourself into something potentially serious, zat you'd almost certainly blow up over a man who won't sit 'is NEWTs for zree years."
"I know," Fleur replied. "'Onestly, zat's why I 'aven't 'inted more strongly to 'im zat I'm interested. It would just be a bit of fun if it happened, and frankly, I'm enjoying the training so much zat I might leave it at zat."
"As you wish," Apolline shrugged. "I know for my part, I'm looking forward to meeting your odd competitor."
"Maman," Fleur said warnnigly, narrowing her eyes and making the older woman laugh.
"So territorial," Apolline giggled. "Perhaps you 'ave understated your interest in 'im, non? Veela cannot build ze sort of 'arems of old zese days, but with a prominent future lord under you, it would likely not be so bad if you seduced and enthralled ze silly girls 'e's bedded so far."
"Zat would require me to 'ave met zem all first," Fleur huffed, more annoyed by her mother's prodding than anything. "'E must be sneaking out of ze castle because two of ze girls I sense on 'im, I 'ave not met once 'ere or even passed in ze 'alls."
"Zat is intriguing," Apolline mused. "I 'ad 'eard zat 'Ogwarts is quite ze fortress. Even gaining access to it would be difficult if not for ze exceptions being made during ze tasks zis year."
"Just one of a fair few mysteries," Fleur murmured. "Truth be told, I cannot for ze life of me figure out 'ow 'e'd get in and out of 'ere."
"My, my, this room just radiates magic, doesn't it?" Venelana asked rhetorically as she looked around the Room of Requirement.
"It's pretty useful," Harry replied noncommittally as he stood there, nervous.
He had turned the room into a simple recreation of the Gryffindor common room, choosing to go for comfortable over impressive. As the ancient devil, who barely looked any older than he was, stood there though, wearing a white sweater so tight, it left nothing at all of her figure to the imagination, and a flowing black skirt, he began to wonder if he should have chosen something more elegant.
"How cold is it out at the moment?" Venelana asked. "I meant to check before I left and forgot."
"It's pretty frigid," Harry replied, already having laired heating charms throughout his clothing.
"Hmm," Venelana hummed for a moment before holding out her hand.
A purple magic circle appeared before her, and out of it slipped a long, white fur coat that she slipped into with ease.
"There," she smiled to herself as she finished with the buttons. Holding out her hand, she said, "Come."
Harry took her hand without a word and, a moment later, reappeared in the middle of Diagon Alley. He'd never been here in the dead of winter before and couldn't help but marvel at how lovely it looked covered in snow.
"I suppose the bank is still the largest building in this area?" Venelana asked.
"As far as I know, Lady Gremory," Harry replied, recalling to use her title.
He slipped his hood over his head, making sure that his scar was hidden. As cold as it was, he didn't expect anyone to waste time looking too closely at the people around them, but it was still worthwhile to try to hide his most distinguishing feature.
"I haven't been to this quaint little region in ages," Venelana sighed as they walked. "One thing that I've always loved about magicals compared to mundane humans is their willingness to let styles evolve slowly. You go a decade or three without visiting a mundane city, and you'd think you stepped into another world."
"I take it that the alley looks about how you remember?" Harry asked. "When were you last here?"
"More or less," Venelana replied. "Some of the shop signs have changed, of course, but it still feels like I recall. As for when I was here last, that was probably the thirties. Some witch found herself in a bind and turned to me for help."
"You don't travel to England often then?" Harry asked.
"Rarely these days," Venelana replied. "I still pop by to attend the coronations, a tradition I've kept up since one of the King Georges summoned me to help make his coronation the most lavish affair possible. The man was a fool, but the bargain was struck and the celebration was extraordinary. His brother's coronation was a horribly dull affair, but his niece's was nice."
"That would have been George IV if we're talking about Queen Victoria," Harry murmured.
"Yes, that was him," Venelana smiled.
"Merlin's balls, don't we get enough of your kind in late summer?" a clearly drunk man growled at them.
"You get very little of my kind around here, I assure you," Venelana laughed, though her purple eyes hardened as she observed the disheveled man.
"We shouldn't have to put up with you or the filth you infest our streets with," the man raged, grabbing Venelana's arm.
Harry instinctively went for his wand, though he realized that was foolish a moment later as the drunkard froze and looked terrified.
"Young man, you have five seconds to unhand me before I start removing your organs one by one," Venelana hissed, her voice icier than the streets around them.
"I...I thought…" the man stammered, stumbling back as he cowered before the raw power emanating from the angry devil.
"If you had thought at all, you wouldn't have courted death so openly," Venelana interrupted. "Leave while I'm still willing to let you."
The terrified drunk ran off, leaving them alone.
"I see where Rias gets it," Harry chuckled nervously.
"Zeoticus is dangerous as well, I assure you, but much of Rias' power comes from me," Venelana smiled. "The Power of Destruction is of the Bael line, after all."
They reached the bank shortly after their encounter with the drunk, finding it a little busier than the mostly empty streets were, but not much. It seemed to be such a rotten day that most people had decided to put off what they could, much to their benefit. Harry eyed his companion as subtly as he could, still wondering why exactly she had dragged him along for this. She seemed perfectly at ease as they waited in line, barely moving a muscle unless it was to breathe or step forward when they could. After a few minutes, one of the tellers called them up, and Harry followed her.
"Name?" the goblin asked gruffly.
"Gremory," Venelana replied softly, and the goblin froze before looking up slowly.
He peered into her purple eyes and then down at the piece of aged parchment she placed on his desk before muttering something in gobbledegook that Harry wouldn't have been surprised to learn was a curse word.
"His majesty is very busy…" the goblin muttered.
"He will make time for me," Venelana said with finality. "Bring me to him."
The goblin growled at another one standing guard by the doorway that he knew led down to the vaults and got into a short argument with him in their language until the guard stopped and looked at Venelana in shock and horror.
After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Right this way, my lady."
"I didn't know goblins could be that polite," Harry thought to himself as he followed them.
The three of them got into one of the mine carts and quickly zoomed off down through the tunnels. Just like every other time that Harry had used one of these contraptions, it seemed to move of its own accord and along a winding path known only to it. He passed his own trust vault on the way, by chance, and ventured ever deeper into the bank's subterranean vaults. He was no longer as bothered by the journey as he had been the first time and was able to relax entirely, which is why, when the cart turned sharply at a corner and veered right into a vault door, he barely had time to brace himself before they hit it.
Only they didn't hit it, instead going right through it and into a place he had never seen before. Vast and sprawling, it looked like an entire city under the ground, lit by strange glowing green stones that were propped up on tall poles throughout. The architecture was much like that of the banks themselves, made of white marble, though few of the buildings were as tall as the bank he'd just come from. The sheer amount of white marble, combined with the bright glowing stones, made the city seem to gleam.
"King Ragnok lives there," Venelana murmured, pointing to the tall black tower in the center of the city.
"Humans are rarely brought down here, my lady," the goblin said through gritted teeth. "I hope that your companion doesn't need to be involved in every…"
"My companion is here because I will it, and he won't be human for much longer, I assure you," Venelana interrupted, earning a look of surprise from the goblin.
"I see," he said as he led them on.
"So this is…" Harry went to ask.
"Urrekrahk, the city of the goblins and home to most of their population," Venelana replied. "There is a vault in every branch of their bank throughout the world, which serves as a facade hiding the portal to this place. The royal family has ruled from the great tower of Ragnukal for centuries."
Harry could practically hear the guard leading them on grinding his teeth as Venelana spoke. Her mere name had inspired fear in both him and the teller earlier, and she seemed to be able to get away with virtually anything. It would seem that the royals had left clear instructions with all of the bank employees, presumably throughout the world, to keep an ear out for the name Gremory and do nothing at all to piss off the beautiful brunette who might come calling at random. Given how easily she'd terrified the irate wizard earlier into submission, he figured it was good advice.
"Halt!" a more ornately armored guard snarled as they approached. "Who goes there?"
"Lady Gremory and companion, here to see his majesty," the first guard replied, making the other goblin's eyes go wide.
"Of...of course," he stammered. "Right this way."
The tower, which Harry realized was likely made of black marble, as ridiculous as that seemed, was decorated with such vast amounts of gold inside that it made every palace interior he'd ever seen pictures of look subtle. The black and white marble flooring was lined with it, and every doorknob and railing he laid eyes on seemed to be made of the same metal.
"Lady Venelana Gremory!" their new guard announced them the moment they entered the throne room, and you could have heard a pin drop in the aftermath of that statement.
Inside the vast hall, which was even more ornately decorated than the rest of the tower he'd seen so far, there stood various goblin courtiers and guards surrounding a golden throne at the other, situated across from the large oak doors. On that throne sat an older-looking goblin dressed in what looked like a suit of gold thread.
"Leave us," the older goblin commanded, and the others scattered like rats.
"King Ragnok," Venelana smiled as she spread her wings and flew across the room in moments. "The last time I was here, your father was just a boy."
"We wondered if we might ever meet you," Ragnok replied. "What can the goblin kingdom do for you?"
"I need to take something from one of the vaults in the English branch," Venelana replied just as Harry caught up to her and the king balked at her reply.
"My lady, we are bound by treaties to keep safe all that we have within our vaults," Ragnok protested.
"Gorescythe's bargain included no stipulations about what I could and couldn't demand in return," Venelana smiled, "and at any rate, that would only become a problem for you if an official complaint was lodged. Since the owner of this particular vault is rotting away in Azkaban for life and her heirs wouldn't know that the object I seek is inside her vault, there will be no such complaint."
"We...see," Ragnok said slowly, tapping his claws on the armrest of his throne. "With this done, we will owe you only one remaining favor."
"I am aware," Venelana replied.
"And it is only a single object that you want to take?" Ragnok asked.
"A cursed goblet, yes," Venelana replied.
Ragnok took a deep breath and released it slowly before asking, "Who's vault is it?"
"What's the witch's name again?" Venelana asked, turning to Harry. "Harry?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange," Harry replied, shaking his head. "Sorry about that."
"Oh," Ragnok smiled, relaxing visibly. "This name is known to us, and yes, she is unlikely to ever make trouble for us. Very well, Lady Gremory, we will permit you to take this single goblet from Lestrange's vault and put our line one step closer to squaring our debt to you."
"Wonderful," Venelana smiled.
Ragnok pulled a pen and parchment from a compartment in the throne and scratched out something in what Harry assumed was gobbledegook, a language he'd barely ever heard spoken, much less seen written. Once he was finished, he fished a golden seal out of that compartment, dipped it in ink, and pressed it firmly against the page.
"Hand this to the first goblin you see upon returning to the bank, and you'll be taken to and allowed inside the vault," Ragnok said, handing her the note.
"You've been most helpful, your majesty," Venelana commented. "My companion and I will take our leave."
"Farewell," Ragnok smiled tightly.
Venelana replied in kind, and the two of them were off. The goblin who had led them there was still waiting for them and swiftly led them back to the entryway. After waiting by the portal for a moment as the goblin went to fetch an employee and a cart, they walked through and were back in the bank's vaults. The goblin accepted the royal decree with wide eyes and quickly led them down to Lestrange's vault, which was deeper in the tunnels than Harry had ever been before.
"Bellatrix assured Tom that the cup would be safe in her vault, not just because of the bank's reputation, but because there are additional curses on this vault," Harry warned her. "Anything touched by someone other than the owner multiplies and turns burning hot."
"You didn't think to mention that earlier?" Venelana asked without any hint of annoyance.
"I checked with Tom while you were speaking with the king," Harry replied. "That's why I didn't reply to you immediately when you asked for her name. I assume minor curses are nothing for you."
"You assume correctly," Venelana replied while the goblin opened the door to the vault.
"Well, you can't say that they aren't well off," Harry commented as he looked inside at the piles of gold, silver, and various treasures.
"This decree permits you to take one object, human," the goblin snarled.
"Ah, this is fine work," Venelana murmured as she hovered her hand over the nearest pile of gold, "but no match for my power."
Her hand glowed crimson for a moment, and the goblin tensed as she effortlessly destroyed the curses placed upon the vault. One wasn't supposed to use magic inside Gringotts, but clearly the goblin knew better than to try and tell her that.
"This is what we're looking for," Harry said, grabbing the small cup once he was sure that it was safe.
He swiftly stuffed it in his mokeskin pouch and smiled at the thought of being one step closer to, not just making Voldemort mortal but hopefully freeing himself of the fragment in his head as well. With that done, the goblin ushered them out and closed the door before leading them back to the surface. They exited the bank having rather easily accomplished their goal, and Venelana made a beeline for Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
"You seem rather familiar with this place," Harry commented as they headed inside.
"Harry, check the sign," Venelana laughed softly.
"Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, established 1896," Harry read silently. "Ah."
"Yes, who runs it now?" Venelana asked quietly.
"His name's Florean," Harry replied just as quietly.
"It was a Lucien Fortescue who founded this place," Venelana said.
"That's correct, ma'am," Florean piped up, and Harry slunk back, keeping his hood drawn to hide his face. He had hoped that they would only go to the bank, and Florean knew him well enough to recognize him.
"Two chocolate sundaes," Venelana ordered as Harry sat down with his back to the counter.
She joined him a moment later and handed him his ice cream.
"The quality's remarkably similar," she murmured as she tasted it.
"Thank you," Harry smiled as he dug in.
"Think nothing of it," Venelana chuckled. "You did, after all, make me a fair bit of money not long ago."
She reached into her coat and pulled out a manila envelope, which she slid along the table to him.
"What's this?" Harry asked as he opened it.
"Your share of the basilisk profits, deposited in a bank account I had my servants set up for you in Barclays," Venelana replied. "There's a new debit card in there for you as well."
"Half a mi…!" Harry exclaimed before coughing and lowering his voice. "Half a million pounds?"
"It was a very big snake," Venelana grinned. "You should have seen the bidding war for the skeleton. I managed to reattach the fang like it had never been lost and, carefully removing the venom, put the whole thing up for auction as one unit."
"Wow," Harry breathed as he continued looking through the paperwork. "Um, not that I'm not grateful, but why not just deposit it in my account at Gringotts?"
"Have you ever tried to exchange galleons for other currencies?" Venelana asked. "The fees are insane, and you can't spend galleons in the mundane world. British pounds are far easier to make use of. Plus, if you want to take Rias out on dates, the mundane world is a better bet."
"Yes," Harry said, putting the papers away and sticking the envelope in his pouch.
"So what are your intentions towards my daughter?" Venelana asked.
"Honestly, I don't have many just yet," Harry replied. "Much of my future remains up in the air, and until that's settled, it would be unfair to her to speak of one. I do know that I really like her, though."
"A reasonably mature response," Venelana murmured. "When I first heard that she'd taken up with a human, I figured that it was just a matter of convenience and impatience on her part, given the matter with Riser."
"Right," Harry said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "How did things end up going with that?"
"You're going to have to move well beyond the 'really like her' phase with Rias to discuss family matters," Venelana cautioned him. "Even back then, though, I could see that there was a little more to it, and now, well, you have become very important to my daughter, Harry."
"She's become very important to me," Harry replied. "My upbringing wasn't...great, and there are a lot of things that I never even let myself imagine having. I want those things with her, though. As for what I feel…"
"Have you spoken to her about any of this?" Venelana asked.
"I honestly don't know if I could put it into words," Harry admitted.
"Express your feelings freely, and the words will follow," Venelana smiled warmly. Her smile fell as she added, "It should go without saying that if you hurt her in any way…"
"She'll kill me before you get the chance," Harry interrupted, making her laugh.
"You're probably right," Venelana murmured.
"So you three all have the same power," Harry commented. "Will Rias someday be as powerful as her brother?"
"No," Venelana replied immediately.
"There's no chance?" Harry asked, surprised by how quickly she responded.
"Harry, Sirzechs was younger than you when he first surpassed me," Venelana explained.
"Seriously?" Harry asked.
"He is an anomaly," Venelana replied, her voice brimming with pride. "None has ever possessed such a mastery of the Power of Destruction. Little Millicas is showing promise, and given who both of his parents are, I expect him to be extraordinary when he's older, but I still doubt that he'll ever match Sirzechs."
"I can't believe you're a grandmother," Harry muttered, making her laugh.
"Flatterer," Venelana chuckled. "You seem different than you were when we first met. Stronger and more sure of yourself."
"Rias and Akeno have been helping there," Harry replied, smiling when he thought of them.
"Follow their training regimen and you'll go far," Venelana smiled. "We should get going."
"Alright," Harry said. "Should I try to have us summoned back to the castle?"
"No," Venelana replied. "I can get you through the wards undetected easily enough."
After giving Venelana the cup to pass on to Sirzechs, Harry was snuck back onto the castle grounds. A quick check of the map showed that neither Hermione nor Luna were anyone to be seen, so Harry headed up to the seventh floor and, finding the door to the room, let himself in, only to pause at the sight that he found.
"I can't believe that everything around here is done by slave labor!" Hermione exclaimed, looking furious as Dobby cocked his head in confusion.
"Hogwarts is always having house elves," the elf said.
Luna looked thrilled to see him as he walked into the omnilibrary, and Rias smiled in relief at him.
"How went things with my mother?" Rias asked.
"We got the cup," Harry replied. "Your mum was really nice."
"She didn't...interrogate you?" Rias asked.
"A little interrogation is hardly a terrible price to pay for getting one of the horcruxes," Harry replied, kissing her softly. "What did I walk in on?"
"All of the cooking and cleaning around here is done by house elves," Hermione huffed.
"Wait, they do the cleaning too? Then what does Filch do?" Harry asked.
"Look grumpy mostly," Luna replied. "I was just trying to explain to Hermione that most house elves are actually treated well, especially the ones around here."
"And plenty aren't!" Hermione exclaimed. "Just ask Dobby about what life with some of the less pleasant families around here is like. It's not even death eater trash either; look at poor Winky and how Crouch treated her."
"Considering that he presumably broke his death eater son out of Azkaban, he might not be the best example," Harry argued. "There are good people out there, Hermione, and I'm sure that they treat their elves perfectly well."
"Even if they do, it's still unpaid labor," Hermione huffed. "Someone should do something about it."
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"There should be stricter laws enforcing how they're treated," Hermione replied. "They should have basic rights and pay. Ideally, they should all be freed."
"No!" Dobby exclaimed. "Dobby is a free elf and very grateful to Harry Potter for freeing him, but other elves would never want this."
"Because they've been conditioned to want to work as slaves," Hermione argued. "You've enjoyed your freedom, and they could learn to. At the very least, you should have regular pay."
"Dobby, do house elves eat?" Rias asked.
"No," Dobby replied.
"Drink?" Rias asked.
"No," Dobby replied. "We is sustained by magic. This is why elves would not want to leave their masters. Without magic…"
"You die?" Rias asked.
"Yes," Dobby replied, looking squeamish.
"But you've survived nearly two years without a master?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Hogwarts is suffused with significant magic," Harry posited. "I imagine it's easier for them to survive here than in most places, right?"
Dobby just nodded.
"Okay, so freedom is out," Hermione grumbled. "But basic rights and pay should still be required by law."
"I agree, at least to the rights," Rias replied.
"You don't think they should be paid?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes.
"You've been paying Dobby, right?" Rias asked. When Hermione nodded, she turned to the elf and asked, "What have you been doing with the coins that you've been given?"
"Dobby has put them in a sock," Dobby replied.
"Well, of course they have no concept of commerce; they've lived all their lives as slaves," Hermione hissed.
"You might be right, but it's also possible that you're wrong," Rias replied. "Since the moment you learned about the elves here today, you've been raging about the injustice of that and placing a distinctly human lens over everything. Keep in mind that these are unique beings with drives, desires, and needs very different from your own. If you want to improve their lot in life, I commend you, as my family has long prided itself on treating our servants well, but if you want to accomplish anything, not only will you require some political power of your own, but you will need the cooperation of the elves themselves, and that will require listening to what they want and not dismissing what you hear if it doesn't match what you think they should want."
"I…" Hermione went to reply before going silent and looking thoughtful.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk Hermione down from that sort of state before," Harry thought to himself.
"In the meantime, I think it would be a good idea for Harry to bond with Dobby, if that's okay with you," Rias smiled down at the elf, who immediately got excited.
"Wait, what?" Hermione asked.
"The task I'm about to give him is of the utmost sensitivity," Rias replied. "This room is dangerous beyond imagining. Nothing that has ever been written down can be kept secret thanks to it. Can you imagine what the various powers both on Earth and elsewhere would do if they knew we could access all of their most top secret documents?"
Hermione gasped and said, "Washington and Moscow both wouldn't hesitate to nuke us. I didn't even think…"
"The human governments would be the least of our problems too," Rias muttered. "Bonding Dobby will make everything he does on your orders safer, Harry."
Doing so would make it much harder for anyone to try and use the elf against them, though she didn't want to insult him by suggesting it was possible.
"You really would like to work for me?" Harry asked, knowing the answer to that question but wanting to hear it anyway.
"Oh yes!" Dobby exclaimed. "Dobby would have asked for this back when Harry Potter first helped free us from the terrible master, but Dobby didn't want to presume."
"Of course I'd take you in," Harry chuckled. "How do I, though?"
"Just reach out to him with your magic and formally claim him as your servant," Luna replied. "Normally there would be more to it but because he's both free and willing to serve you, it'll work."
"I, Harry Potter, claim Dobby as my servant," Harry intoned, grasping the elf's hand.
"It's done," Dobby beamed.
Sure enough, Harry could feel a slight tug on his magic as the bond formed. He had been visiting the horcux in his mind as often as he could ever since the first time and had learned much from Voldemort. The man's forced instructions had focused mostly on protecting his mind and getting a better sense of his magic so far, but it was progressing well.
"Now, what we're going to want you to do is get the room to take on this form, a library containing everything ever written, and carefully copy the text from each book onto new paper," Rias replied. "I will supply you with paper as well as leather and glue for binding. Do you think you can do this?"
"Dobby can," Dobby smiled. "This is all the books?"
Looking around at the giant library that seemed to stretch for miles, Harry had to assume that it contained pretty much everything.
"As far as we can tell," he replied. "Unless we're using it or some of the other elves need it, just try and get done as much as you can."
"Oh, Dobby can work quickly," Dobby replied, "and other elves is rarely using this room. Just when they is needing to store things."
"Wonderful," Rias smiled. "I'll make sure that the first batch of supplies is brought here by the end of the day. In the meantime, we'll be using the room for...other things."
"Dobby will leave and let you make little wizards," Dobby replied, disappearing as Rias snorted and Hermione sighed.
"If it's all the same, I'd rather not have babies just yet," Luna piped up, making Harry go pale before he recalled that both she and Hermione were on the potion.
"No worries, Luna," he chuckled. Turning to Hermione, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am," Hermione sighed. "I hate how poorly elves are treated in this country, but I do know that you'll treat Dobby well."
"I will," Harry promised, wrapping his arms around her. "I love how caring you are."
"I hate seeing injustice just accepted as normal," Hermione muttered. "As much as I love magic and have adored learning all that I have over the last few years, I'd be lying if I said that the more unpleasant parts of this society haven't soured things at least a little over the years."
"You don't necessarily need to stay," Luna said softly. "If you joined Harry and I, you might find that you quite like the Underworld."
"Now, I won't pretend that we don't have our own prejudices," Rias cut in immediately, "and as a recently turned devil, the attitudes of some of the less tolerant houses towards you would be similar to the attitudes of the purebloods here, but there are differences. As a part of my family, you would be spared from experiencing that directly, and unlike in this little world, there are ways for people to advance in mine. Power is ultimately what matters most to us, and there are plenty of ways to improve one's reputation and standing."
"I want to," Hermione admitted, "but I need to figure some things out first. What exactly I'd tell my parents is one of them, and I have enough reason to worry about them just now."
"Oh?" Harry asked.
"I got a letter from them earlier," Hermione replied. "Apparently there's a dental conference in Inverness that they'll be attending next week. Why anyone would arrange anything in the Highlands in February, I have no idea. Because I didn't come home for the holidays, they're wondering if they could see me while they're in the area."
"Is that possible?" Harry asked.
"Generally no, but they'll technically be in the area during the second task, and people attending it are permitted to bring muggle guests," Hermione replied. "I checked with Professor McGonagall, and though that rule was put in place for muggle-magical couples, it could still apply."
"I could ask Daddy to pick them up if you like," Luna offered.
"That's what I was going to ask," Hermione sighed in relief. "He wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all," Luna smiled. "I've been telling him about you and Harry for a while now."
"Thanks, Luna," Hermione sighed. "Truth be told, I'm curious why they even want to come. This isn't the first holiday that I've spent at the castle, and I'm a little worried that they'll be bringing bad news."
"They might just want to see you," Harry murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair.
"Maybe," Hermione whispered.
"So how did last night go?" Rias asked, making Hermione blush. "Luna filled me in."
"It was wonderful," Hermione replied, turning around to look at the grinning redhead. "All of this is still rather strange to me, but I can't imagine a better first time."
"I'm glad," Harry murmured in her ear before nibbling on the lobe, making her gasp.
"I'm still too sore," Hermione moaned.
"That's understandable," Rias smirked, walking up to them. "He is rather large, isn't he?"
"Huge," Hermione gasped as Harry pressed his hardening length against her arse through their clothes.
"You could watch if you like," Rias offered, cupping the brunette's cheek. "See for yourself the kind of pleasures that await you when you've healed up."
"Can I go first?" Luna asked, practically hopping in excitement.
"I think that's a great idea," Rias smirked. Pulling Hermione to her, she looked at Harry and said, "Take her."
"As if you need to tell me," Harry chuckled, letting Hermione go and moving towards Luna.
Hermione watched with rapt interest as he pulled the short blonde in for a passionate kiss and she felt heat pool in her core at the sight. She never would have imagined that she'd find watching Harry with other women so arousing, though it seemed that when it came to him, there were few things that didn't turn her on.
"They look so good together, don't they?" Rias asked, walking around until she was standing right behind Hermione. "Luna's such a perfect mixture of innocent and wicked, and every time I see them together, I can't help but think that they look like the perfect picture of corruption."
"Of course, it was you that corrupted Harry," Hermione chuckled.
"Not as much as you might think," Rias snorted. "He's taken to this debauchery very quickly."
"Mmm, you're such a good kisser," Luna sighed as Harry pulled back to let them breathe.
"So are you," Harry murmured as he drew his wand.
A moment later they were both undressed, and a bed appeared next to them, which Luna pulled him back onto. He pressed his body over hers, kissing her again, and ran his hands up along her sides from her hips to her perky breasts.
"He is certainly very...gifted," Hermione breathed.
"So we can see," Rias smirked, her blue eyes focused on Harry's cock as he ground it against Luna's folds.
"That's not what I meant," Hermione rushed to say before laughing. "This is all still so new to me."
"We don't have to jump straight into orgies if you want to take things a little slower," Rias chuckled. "I imagine last night you experienced a few firsts."
"More than a few," Hermione replied, turning and freezing as she saw the look of lust on the beautiful redhead's face.
"We could cover a few more if you like," Rias whispered, stepping closer to her. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?"
"N...never," Hermione replied breathlessly as she stared into the other woman's gorgeous lust-darkened eyes.
"You never tried practice kissing with a female friend?" Rias asked.
"Until Luna, I'd never had a female friend," Hermione replied.
"Such a pity," Rias replied, cupping her cheek. "You really are quite pretty, you know."
"That's a...new development, I assure you," Hermione laughed nervously. "I think I'm still used to thinking of myself as the bushy-haired bucktoothed know-it-all, at least on some level. My teeth were fixed last year."
"Well, that certainly doesn't describe you now," Rias murmured, leaning in and capturing the other girl's lips with her own.
Hermione froze in place for a moment, her mind racing as she realized that she was actually kissing the redhead. Her lips were soft, softer than Harry's, and her kiss, at least to start, was gentler as well. These thoughts fled from her moment later as the devil pushed her tongue past her lips, and she reacted immediately by sucking on it.
Harry heard a gasp from behind him, and his jaw dropped as he looked over and saw Rias and Hermione making out passionately.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"I'm glad she's getting more into all of this," Luna smiled. "I can't wait to have her sit on my face as you fuck me."
"Merlin's balls, Luna," Harry groaned, feeling his cock throb at the sight.
Grinnig impishly, Luna reached down to wrap her hand around his length and replied, "What? You've seen her arse."
"You are such a naughty girl," Harry grinned before burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Luna gasped as he started planting hot kisses on the slender column, working his way down to her chest. She grabbed her breasts and kneaded them softly, teasing her hard nipples and rubbing them in circles that weren't at all subtle.
Luna was rarely subtle.
"Oh yes!" the blonde gasped as Harry took the hint and wrapped his lips around one of her stiff peaks.
"We're overdressed," Rias gasped, waving her hand over her and Hermione.
Instantly they were undressed, their clothes reappearing properly folded on a table in the corner. Hermione looked down at the buxom girl in awe, unable to fathom how her breasts could be that large and yet not sag even a little. Even given her age, she still would have expected gravity to have taken its toll at least a little.
"Do those hurt your back?" she asked.
"Not at all," Rias chuckled, turning around. "For one thing, devils are generally stronger than humans, but I'm also in really good shape."
To prove the point, she stretched her arms over her head, showing off the subtle toned muscles that lined her back. Her pale skin was utterly flawless, and Hermione was found herself unable to look away for a moment.
"You know, devils can subtly influence how they look," Rias purred, turning back around. "If I make you one of us, you might find yourself with slightly more manageable hair. I must say that I do kind of like this mane, though."
"Frankly, you should have led with that the other day," Hermione muttered. "Dealing with this rat's nest can be a nightmare."
"Yes!" Luna cried, and Rias turned back around to look at the bed.
Harry had his head between the blonde's thighs and was lapping at her cunt as she grabbed at the sheets on either side of her, her face a picture of pleasure. Hermione stepped forward blankly, enthralled by the sight, and Rias smirked.
"Conjure a love seat for us," she whispered in the brunette's ear and a moment later, one appeared behind them.
Rias sat down and pulled Hermione into her lap, making her gasp and look back at her in surprise.
"Did you get to experience the joys of parseltongue?" the redhead asked.
"Enough to know why you looked momentarily squeamish the other day when we learned where it came from," Hermione replied in amusement, making the other girl's eyes narrow.
"I'm choosing to pretend that I never learned that," Rias muttered, "though funny enough, I did once muse that it was so sinful it should have come from my kind."
"Sinful is definitely the word," Hermione sighed.
"Oh yes, oh right there, ahh!" Luna cried as Harry pushed two fingers inside her and curled them upward, pressing against her g-spot.
He circled her clit with his tongue as well, avoiding the little nub itself, not because he thought Luna couldn't take it, but because he didn't want to make her cum just yet. His eyes never left her face as he enjoyed her every little pleasured look. After a couple more minutes of teasing her, slowly bringing her to the edge, she started to become desperate for release.
"Harry," Luna whined. "Please make me cum."
"Have you been good?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Yes, I'm a good girl, I'm your good girl!" Luna cried.
"Fuck," Harry grunted, loving the way her airy, ethereal voice sounded as she begged him.
Wrapping his lips around her clit, he pressed his tongue against the throbbing nub and spoke a single word in parseltongue. The reaction was immediate as Luna shrieked at the top of her lungs and her back arched off of the bed. She squirted all over him, soaking his face and the bed below them, making him grin.
"I bet you sounded just as lovely when he made you cum," Rias purred, reaching around to grab her right breast.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped at the sudden pleasure as the redhead's slender fingers pressed against the pliant flesh of her small mound. "R...Rias."
"You're dripping down onto my thigh," Rias grinned. "Say the word, and I'll give you what you need."
Hermione whimpered at her words, feeling hotter and wetter by the second.
"Fuck...me," Luna panted, lying limp on the bed in the aftermath of her titanic orgasm.
"Whenever you want," Harry grinned, climbing onto the bed and lining himself up with her dripping slit.
"I wish we could do this all the time," Luna sighed.
"I think you'd get tired of it eventually," Harry chuckled as he pushed forward, sinking the first few inches of his cock inside her.
"Oh fuck!" Luna cried. "Never! That would be like getting tired of pudding."
Harry laughed at that and pushed forward again, slowly burying every inch of his thick cock inside her, stretching her inner walls wide. Luna gasped and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he started moving inside her, fucking her with long, slow thrusts.
"Please," Hermione gasped, shuddering as she felt Rias's hard nipples press against her back.
"Please what?" Rias asked, grinning devilishly.
"Please touch me," Hermione replied, and she cried out as the redhead parted her fleshy folds with her fingers.
"So wet," Rias purred. "You must really enjoy this."
"I do!" Hermione cried, squeaking as Rias brushed her fingers over her clit.
"Just wait until we're all here," Rias whispered in her ear. "I know Akeno is going to love getting to enjoy your gorgeous little body, and you heard Luna earlier. Imagine getting to look up into Harry's eyes while that little vixen eats your pussy. The sight of him stretching out her tiny hole is one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I have no idea how she manages to take him all."
"Fuck!" Hermione cried as Rias' words did almost as much as her fingers to drive her wild. "Inside, please!"
"You're not too sore?" Rias asked teasingly.
"No!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes going wide as Harry and Luna rolled over.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Luna cried as she rode him with wild abandon, rolling her hips rapidly.
"You're so bloody tight," Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he held onto her.
"Love...your...cock!" Luna howled, her words stilted by how heavily she was breathing as she soared towards her peak.
"Akeno and I had to teach her how to do that properly," Rias chuckled as she pushed a finger inside Hermione. "I'd say she's pretty good at it now."
"Yeah," Hermione breathed, surprised by just how hard Luna was riding Harry. "Oh!"
"So tight," Rias smirked as she pushed a second finger inside her. "You'd never guess that you were stretched out by Harry's massive cock just last night."
"Shit!" Hermione cried, reaching behind her head reflexively as pleasure surged in her.
Rias rested her head against Hermione's arm, her face inches from the brunette's, and changed the position of her hand. With her palm firmly against the brunette's clit, she pressed her middle and ring fingers inside her tight pussy.
"Was he everything you hoped?" Rias whispered.
"Beyond my wildest...ahh!...dreams!" Hermione screamed. "I'm so close!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Luna screamed as the pressure inside her grew tighter. Her hips were a blur as she rode Harry hard and fast, spearing herself on his long, thick cock again and again. "So good! I'm gonna cum!"
"Do it" Harry grunted, kneading her breasts and thrusting up into her in perfect time with the movement of her hips. Reaching down to stroke her clit, he leaned in and whispered, "Be a good girl and cum for me."
"HARRY!" Luna screamed, coming undone immediately.
She collapsed forward, and Harry caught her, holding her tight as she shook and convulsed in his arms, waves of pleasure thundering through her entire body.
"Oh shit, oh, fuck oh..." Hermione trailed off into a wordless, keening wail a moment later as she joined the blonde, writhing in Rias' arms in orgasmic ecstasy.
The redhead held her, smirking as she felt her pussy spasm around her fingers. She stopped stimulating the other girl's clit immediately but kept pumping her fingers in and out of her tight tunnel, prolonging her pleasure as much as possible. Soon enough, her orgasm passed, and she went still, panting for breath.
"Delicious," Rias sighed as she licked her fingers clean.
Speechless, all Hermione could do was laugh and sink off of Rias' lap onto the seat next to her. She noticed Luna lying on Harry's chest as he ran his fingers down her back soothingly and smiled at the quiet, intimate sight. A moment later, the blonde pulled herself forward, allowing every inch of his cock to slip from her tight tunnel, and Hermione licked her lips at the sight of it.
"He hasn't...cum yet," Luna panted, rolling onto her back. "Do either of you...want a turn?"
"You're treating my cock like a toy," Harry laughed, sounding deeply amused.
"My favorite toy," Luna sighed.
"I'd say you speak for all of us there," Rias grinned. "Harry, hold it up for me. I want to try something."
"Please be careful," Harry winced, seemingly guessing what she had in mind.
"As if I'd risk damaging our favorite toy," Rias replied, making him snort.
Her wings sprung from her back, and she flew across the room in a long arc with her legs spread. Hermione watched in awe as the devil landed on his cock perfectly, taking every it to the hilt inside her in one smooth motion.
"If your aim was off even a little, you'd have been in for quite a shock," Harry chuckled, and Hermione gawked as she realized what he meant.
"I've already said that you'll get my ass as your reward if you win the tournament," Rias giggled, gasping his shoulders and working up to a steady pace as she rode him.
"That'll be a sight," Luna sighed, rolling onto her side and watching them eagerly.
As Harry rolled Rias over and, grasping her ankles, moved her legs back until she folded in half, Hermione took in the sight of the wild coupling and realized something; though she never would have imagined joining something like this even a few weeks ago, she couldn't imagine letting the opportunity before her slip away anymore. It wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination, and she had no idea how she would explain it to anyone, but she wanted it all, not just Harry.
"Harder, harder!" Rias cried, making Harry pick up his pace further until he was outright pounding her into the bed.
"I never had a chance, did I?" Hermione thought to herself as she watched the man she'd been in love with for years fuck the girl who'd just fingered her to climax.
Luna joined her on the loveseat as she was lost in thought and smiled at her, saying, "Normal's overrated."
As the blonde leaned in and kissed her, Hermione thought to herself that perhaps it was.