Exploring Desires (Completed)

Fleur Delacour had met many men, and been with a number of them. She wasn't a slut, far from it, but the Veela always valued the merits of the flesh and

Fleur was no different. Sometimes women too.

What she was seeing, however, and had been seeing for the last few hours had left her pretty mouth hanging wide open. Tonks grinned, and flicked more popcorn

into her mouth.

"So... Still think he's a 'leetle boy'?" She asked, in a bad French accent. Fleur blushed prettily.

"Non, non... Not in the slighest," she said with a grin. She took some more popcorn and chewed it, licking her red lips with a hum. "Hmm... So, when do

we go in?"

"Well, I hate to interrupt coitus, surely you understand," Tonks said. She blinked and cocked her head. "Oh wow... You know, you wouldn't think that she

was that flexible."

"Non..." Fleur said. "I would not mind her joining us..."

"Eh? Wait, foursome?" Tonks asked. Fleur grinned naughtily.

"Would zat be too much for you, Auror Tonks?" She asked, another kernel of popcorn disappearing between her lips. Tonks huffed, crossing her arms over

her chest.

"Hardly..."

"And it's not like he cannot 'andle it, correct?" Fleur said. Tonks smirked.

"Well, we could certainly find out," she said. Fleur chuckled.

"Oui..."

It was another hour before Harry emerged from the house. Hermione was left as a happy-looking mess on the bed, not even bothering to cover up with a wide-open

window. Not that Tonks was complaining, it was bloody hot.

"Mmm... What do you think she'll taste like?" She asked. She blinks, staring at the empty spot where Fleur was previously inhabiting.

"... Fleur...?" She looked at the street-Harry was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes narrowed and her hair flared bright red.

"Bitch!"

Harry had gone out to get some fresh air, and to grab some food from the local store. He had heard this drink called "Gatorade" was good for very physically

active people, and he was willing to give it a shot. After all, Dudley never tried it, so that didn't immediately remove it from consideration, right?

He was so happy, he was actually whistling as he walked. He never did that! It brought a silly grin to his face.

Wait, I know how to whistle? When did I learn that? He asked himself. He scratched his head, trying to recall where he'd learned...

"No! No, don't kill Harry! Kill me instead, please!"

"Step aside, stupid girl, step aside..."

Maybe Ron had taught him? Could Ron whistle? Harry didn't know. He also noted it was getting kind of cold... Actually, really cold...

He looked up the alley and stared in disbelief. Ten feet tall, clothed in black robes, only a dark hole to signify anything remotely like a face...

Dementors...! Harry shivered, feeling his previous happiness slip away against the sheer power of the malevolent wraiths. He faltered, taking steps back

as the Dementors glided towards him.

No... Shit... Here? Now? How?

As they closed in and the icy grip of the Dementor's influence began to drain the warmth and life from him, Harry put aside such questions. Hands shaking,

he drew his wand and pointed it at them.

Come on, focus... Focus... Happy thought...!

Everything was being chased by his mind though! The overwhelming despair, the heartache, the death of his mother...

"Harry!"

He turned at the call, and saw, impossibly, that Fleur Delacour was running up behind him. Fleur Delacour... He'd saved her sister... Ron had had a huge

crush on her... She'd kissed him on the cheek, just like Hermione...

Ron! Hermione!

"Fight it Harry!" Fleur called. Fireballs appeared in her hands as her features become more bestial, like those full-blooded Veela at the Quidditch World

Cup... Where he and Ron and the rest of the Weasleys, everyone had gone...!

Ron! Hermione!

He turned, these two thoughts of his friends giving him the means to make further connections, fighting through the Dementor's cold. He pulled in every

single happy memory he could link through both of them... And in the case of Hermione and the things they'd done, he was able to pull up a lot of happy

memories.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He roared, and the entire alleyway was filled with light.

Tonks had taken off after Fleur, but the part-Veela seemed to be a fair bit faster on foot. No matter-The Auror knew this area very well, and she was able

to cut through a few yards to catch up. This is how she was able to feel the Dementor's cold, which brought her running into the alleyway, wand drawn,

the Patronus charm on her lips.

Just in time to be blown off her feet as someone else's Patronus exploded into being.

"Oof!" She fell flat on her arse, but recovered quickly enough to sit up. She squinted against the incredibly bright light, managing to make out two dark

sihoulettes against the glow. One was obviously Harry-He was at the center of the spell. The other was Fleur, struggling to stay on her feet as the wind

blew fiercely from Harry's spell. Ground zero.

Over the howling wind, she could hear unearthly screams. Twisted and grating, like Hippogriffs being tossed into a gigantic meat grinder mixed with that

one time Kingsley sang at Kareoke Night. The light slowly died down, as did the wind, and Tonks took the opportunity to stand up.

It was probably something she should have avoided, because the sight that greeted her after the spots vanished from her vision sent her falling on her

ass again.

"Wh-Wh-What the bloody hell?" She cried.

Harry looked pretty confused himself, as he looked over the two piles of... Ash and crystal bones?

"Um... Er... Hi," he said, recognizing Tonks as an Auror (if nothing else). "Um... This looks... You see, I had to. They were Dementors, they were trying

to kill me and..."

"What the bloody hell?" Tonks said. She'd said it once but it seemed to bare repeating. She got back up and ran over to the two piles of former Dementor...

Which, strangely enough, smelled like burnt dog. She knelt down and poked one of the piles with her wand.

"ACK!" Tonks said, as a crystalline skull tumbled out of the pile. She waved her wand frantically. "Ew! Bloody fucking hell!" She blinked a few times,

before she looked back at Harry. "You... You destroyed them!"

"Ah... Yeah, I... I did... Um..." Harry scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. "Um... That bad?"

Tonks goggled at him in disbelief. Harry fidgeted.

"I-I mean... They were coming for me... And they are Dementors... Um... I know they work for the Ministry and all, so... Is there a fine or something for

this-Oof!"

Harry would have been knocked forward by a sudden impact from behind, if a pair of strong, pale arms had not suddenly wrapped around him and pulled him

into a tight embrace. He coughed, and looked up over his shoulder.

"Uh, Fleur? You all right?"

Tonks looked over at Fleur. The beautiful part-Veela was breathing hard, her pale cheeks bright red, her blue eyes locked on Harry with incredible intensity.

The fireballs in her hands had dissipated, thankfully, otherwise Harry would have been set on fire.

"Harry..." She whispered huskily. "You destroyed two Dementors..."

"Uh... Um... Y-Yeah..." Harry said. "Is that good?"

Fleur responded by tearing her clothes off with aroused and bestial strength. Harry's clothes soon hit the ground too, as did Harry with Fleur on top trying

desperately to shove her tongue down his throat. Tonks' jaw dropped, and drool began to drip from the corner of her mouth. What could she say, it was insanely

hot.

Any disappointment she might have felt at being left out, however, vanished when the wild-eyed Fleur grabbed her by her robes and yanked her into a deep

kiss as well.

"Mmph! H-Hey, wait a min-!"

"Tonks, Either get in on zis, or leave," Fleur snarled, giving the hot pinkhead witch another kiss, a very deep passionate kiss.

"Mmmm, and I thought you'll never ask!" smiled Tonks, a few moments later, after finishing the kiss, starting to disrobe at a fast pace.

"No way I am that lucky... Tonks is it?!" said Harry, grinning at this hot auror who just finished a very steamy kiss with his equally hot former Triwizard

Tournament Champion and who soon was as equally undress as the others. His eyes were on the auror's naked tits all this time. "I feel so damned horny right

now, I could fuck the both of you till the sun is up."

Tonks glanced down at his stiff as a bord, pulsing cock as he was standing near them in the dark alley the three of them stood, all three of them naked

as the day they were born. Mmmmmmmmm, he probably could too, she thought. She gave Fleur a devilish grin.

"What do you think, Fleur. Do you think he's up to satisfying the two of us... all night?"

Fleur grabbed Harry by the cock. "Oooooh, let's find out, Tonks," she giggled. "Where do you like to do it... grass, ground or a transfigured bed?"

"Grass... much kinkier," laughed Tonks, pointing to a patch of grass near by and leading the way there.

Once there, Tonks lay down on the grass and spread her legs wide, smiling up at Fleur and Harry like some naked, Greek goddess.

Harry reached out and stroked the outer lips of the auror's pussy. Her sigh made him braver and his fingers stirred and probed freely. He might have stroked

her pussy longer if Fleur hadn't interrupted. The veela sure was taking control.

"Harry, I think Tonks' pussy needs a big wet kiss."

Harry only needed the idea. He lowered his head between the auror's thighs, rested his chin on her pert little asshole and started licking her drooling

sex. He used his thumbs to part the soft folds of the auror's pussy, lapping his tongue up and down the cunt-slit, curling it around her stiff clit.

"Oh, Harry, that's so nice!" Tonks gasped.

Fleur stared at his tongue licking at Tonks' cunt, her eyes smoldering as she rubbed at the moist slit between her own slender young thighs. She touched

one of Tonks' tits, pulling and twisting the nipple. Tonks looked up at the hot veela and smiled knowingly.

"Fleur, you look as if. . . do you want to lick my pussy, too?"

Fleur didn't answer, but her tongue lolled out.

"She can't lick your cunt now, Tonks," said Harry lifting his face from the auror's crotch. "I wanna fuck you first. She can lick your pussy after I fuck

you."

Fleur squeezed Tonks' tits and watched as Harry knelt between her wide-spread thighs, inching his cock into the wet, creamy tightness of Tonks's cunt.

Tonks, her breath taken away by the penetration of his cock, pushed her hand outward and up the back of Fleur's thigh to cup her rounded ass. Fleur turned

to give Tonks a better position to feel her as she watched Harry fuck his cock all the way into Tonks' pussy. Holding her by the hips, Harry began to pump,

fucking his cock in and out of the auror's eagerly upthrust cunt.

Panting with lust, Fleur ran her fingers through Tonks' soft cunt-hair, excited by the way his cock made Tonks' cuntmound bulge out around his impaling

thickness. When Fleur's fingertip found her throbbing clit, Tonks squealed softly, shoving her hand to Fleur's pussy, feeling the wet heat of her cunt

.

"Oooooh, Harry, fuck me, baby!" Tonks gasped, tossing her hips up to meet the plunge of his cock. "Fuck me! Uhhhhhh, Ohhh! You feel so hard in my pussy,

baby! Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me real hard!"

The pistoning of his cock inside Tonks' cunt fascinated Fleur.

"Ooooh, I'm getting so hot watching you two!" she squealed. "Tonks, you should see how his cock goes in your cunt! Ooohhh, it's beautiful!"

"It feels beautiful!" Tonks gasped, lurching up and grinding when Harry rammed deep.

"So hot, so wet," Fleur whimpered, spreading two fingers over the swollen lips of Tonks' cunt, feeling his cock slide in and out.

Shifting her hips, Fleur turned her naked ass toward Tonks' head. Tonks needed no further encouragement, and plunged her middle finger into Fleur's cunt.

"Oooh, Tonks!" Fleur squealed, spreading her legs. "Do it to me! Finger-fuck my pussy! Oooh, fuck my cunt... fuck me with your finger!"

Tonks finger-fucked Fleur eagerly, churning her ass while Harry pounded energetically into her liquid cunt. Harry reached out and began to squeeze and

fondle Fleur's full round tits as he rammed his prick into the moaning auror.

Fleur kept rubbing Tonks' clit. Sweat built up on them, but it went unnoticed. The heat around them became oppressive, but they paid that no attention.

Tonks whipped her ass up and down, fucking her cunt onto his cock with all the strength she could muster. Her pussy was burning, tingling so deliciously.

Squeals and gasps of ecstasy bubbled from her throat.

Fleur stared in glassy-eyed passion at the shaft of his cock penetrating the horny auror's cunt. It was slippery with pussy-juice, his balls slapping at

the crack of Tonks' grinding ass. She could not reach his balls, and shoved her hand under Tonks' ass, gripping a bunching asscheek as if to help Tonks

move up and down.

"This is gonna make me come fast!" Harry gurgled.

"Yessss! Come in my cunt, baby!" Tonks wailed. "I want to feel your cock squirt cum in my cunt, Harry!"

Tonks was fucking her finger as fast as she could into Fleur's tight, wet little cunthole, and Fleur was trembling as she jutted her ass to make it easier

for Tonks.

"Uhngggghhh! I wanna make you come, too, Tonks!" Harry groaned. "You gotta come, too!"

"Ohhh, baby!... I will!" Tonks whimpered. "Oh, Ohhh! Will I ever come!"

"Come in Tonks' cunt, Harry!" Fleur sobbed. "Fill her hot cunt with jizz!"

Harry fucked the auror hard and deep, his body going stiff. Tonks let out a soft yelp, grinding her cunt up onto his pummeling cock. She pushed her finger

as far into Fleur's cunt as she could, a low moan swelling from her when she felt his cock jerk, then the hot gushing of his cum-load. Her pussy clutched

his cock at the base, then began to pulsate as her orgasm exploded around his virile prick.

Fleur felt them coming and pressed Tonks' hand into her own cunt, Tonks' finger mashing deliciously against her throbbing clit. With a cry, Fleur burst

with orgasm, her cunt contracting about Tonks' deeply buried finger. The three of them strained and clung tightly to each other, moaning loudly as the

pleasure filled them. Slowly, Tonks lowered her ass, mewling with gratification as his still-hard cock slipped slowly from her satisfied cunt.

When Fleur felt Tonks' finger fall from her pussy, she fell backwards on the grass, breathing heavily, her legs spread wide apart. Her tight pussy gaped

slightly open, revealing the insatiable wetness inside.

"Ohhh, that was so good!" Tonks finally breathed.

Fleur was staring at his cock. It was wet with Tonks' cunt-cream. Even his balls gleamed with a liberal coating of the auror's pussy-juice. Tonks saw the

expression on Fleur's face, and sensed that Fleur was nowhere near satisfied with the one orgasm she had given her. Harry seemed to understand. He stood

up and knelt between Fleur's thighs, spreading her legs wide.

"Want me to suck your cunt, Fleur?" he asked, kissing his way up her creamy inner thighs.

Fleur could hardly speak, but nodded her head. Her eyes were still glazed with passion. Tonks turned onto her side, watching as Harry licked his way all

the way up to Fleur's cunt. She was both fascinated and surprised at her own responses. After fucking Harry, she felt no jealousy at all, only excitement

as Harry prepared to suck Fleur's juicy fuck-slot.

Fleur leaned back, watching Harry. The moment his tongue made contact with her clit, she gasped loudly. Grabbing the back of his head, she smashed his

eager face into her cunt.

"Ohhhh, Harry!" the veela witch cried out.

Harry licked swiftly, sliding his tongue along Fleur's juicy wet pussy-slit, flicking madly at her swollen clit. Her eyes bulged when he darted his tongue

in and out of her cunt. Her hips rose and she began to grind her cunt into his face. The juicy sounds were loud in the dark alley, adding to the feverish

excitement.

"Suck her good, Harry! " Tonks urged as she watched. "Suck her hot cunt! Fuck her pussy with your tongue, baby! Make her come!"

Harry fucked his tongue deep into Fleur's steamy cunt, poking and licking and wiggling it until the veela thought she would faint with excitement. He grabbed

her churning ass in his palms. feeling the hot, smooth inside surfaces of her thighs brushing his cheeks.

"Oooh, Ohhh!" Fleur sobbed. "Ohhh, suck my pussy, Harry! Suck my cunt and fuck it with your tongue! Unnnghhhhhh! Ohhh, I love this! I love getting my cunt

sucked!"

But it didn't last long. Fleur was much too hot, much too aroused. She began to buck and grind mindlessly, deep, husky moans coming from her sensuously

parted lips. She smashed her cunt over and over into his open mouth, his tongue inside her pussy, his lips sucking her clit.

Watching intently, Tonks fondled her own cunt, one leg up. bent at the knee. She was hot, but not so hot she was losing control. Watching Harry suck and

lick Fleur's cunt sent shivers of passion through her.

"Ummmmm! Harry! Harry, I'm gonna come!" Fleur cried.

Harry squeezed Fleur's ass, ramming his tongue as far up into her tight cunt as he could. That sent Fleur's hips lurching up, her cunt tight against his

mouth. She yelped, then began to come, the spasms strong, making her hips jerk and her stomach ripple, her legs squeezing his head. Seeing Fleur come,

Tonks cupped her own pussy tightly, a small orgasm bursting inside her.

When Harry pulled his head from between Fleur's slick slim thighs, his face was wet from nose to chin. He sat back, licking his lips, grinning proudly.

"I like to suck pussy," he said. "I like how it feels on my mouth, all soft and hot and wet."

"You just love pussy," the auror grinned.

Harry laughed. "You wanna lick Tonks' cunt, Fleur?"

Fleur stared at Tonks' open, drooling cuntlips as she fondled his balls. "Maybe later, but for now I want a juicy big cock!" she grinned.

The wizard was grinning from ear to ear as he lay back on the grass, waiting for the naked veela and auror to suck his cock back to life so he could fuck

them both again. `Shit! He must have died and gone to heaven!', he thought as the auror leaned over and began to lick up along his thigh. the veela started

to do the same on the other leg.

Harry watched them, his cock jutting in the air with throbbing hardness. Their tongues swirled and left trails of hot wetness on his thighs. Squirming

beneath their hands and lips, Harry began to moan as the sensations rippled through his naked body.

"Mmmmmm, you like that, don't you, honey?" the auror asked softly.

"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhh, Tonks!"

"Just lie back and let us have some fun, Harry." Fleur giggled, sounding totally wanton.

Tonks lapped at his thigh near his balls. Fleur held his cock at the base and aimed the cock-head toward Tonks, rubbing the dripping tip of his erect prick

over Tonks' cheek. Tonks purred softly and licked at the smooth cock-tip, then across his piss-hole. Fleur made a low gurgling sound, watching intently

as Tonks licked and sucked at his long, thickening cock.

Tonks lifted his balls in her palm and Fleur eagerly kissed them, licking his large, pink ball-sac eagerly as she stared up sensuously at Tonks. Harry

began to pant hotly as he watched the auror's wet tongue swish on the head of his cock and felt Fleur's lips suck hungrily on his swollen nuts.

"Mmmm, your cock is dripping so nicely, Harry," Tonks purred. "Fleur, don't you want a taste?"

Fleur stared at his cock a moment, then darted her tongue against his piss-hole, licking it at the tiny slit, her eyes half closed in a dreamy expression.

Tonks lowered her mouth to his balls, twisting her hot, eager tongue around them. She gazed at Fleur, watching Fleur press her lips over his fat cockhead,

sucking hard as her fist gripped the base of the wizard's prick tightly.

Pushing Fleur's fingers off his cock, Tonks began licking at the base, running her tongue through the downy hairs, rubbing his smooth balls on her cheek.

She kept licking at the throbbing shaft of his cock and watched Fleur close her mouth around his huge cock-head.

As Fleur sank down, taking his cock deep into her mouth, Tonks ran her tongue up, licking at the stretching, cock-filled mouth of Fleur. Harry closed his

eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensation of two sets of soft, attentive female lips devouring his throbbing young prick.

As Fleur deep-throated his cock, Harry felt the auror's tongue on his cock-shaft near his balls. It took all the reserve he had to prevent himself from

coming there and then. But it was important he held back... he had TWO pussies to satisfy tonight!

Her cunt burning, and her eyes gazed with passion, Tonks watched Fleur take most of his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the veela's lips and

down to his balls, then up again. She pressed her tongue past Fleur's lips and into her wet, hungry mouth. Fleur moaned and began sucking up and down,

his cock and Tonks' tongue in her mouth.

Fleur moved her hand up along Tonks' thigh, writhing her lovely body sensuously against Tonks as she sucked on his cock. Tonks moaned softly at the contact,

opening her thighs and urging Fleur to touch her crotch by pushing her hips forward. Fleur responded by moving her fingers up into Tonks' eagerly-offered

crotch, caressing the wet lips of Tonks' cunt.

Tonks pulled her tongue from Fleur's cock-stuffed mouth and sucked his balls into her mouth just as Fleur's finger began to rub at her clit.

Fleur pushed her mouth down, her lips at the base of his cock. Fleur's lips met Tonks', making them both moan softly. Excited by the highly erotic contact,

Tonks shoved her hand up Fleur's thighs, her hand between them, fondling Fleur's tight little ass.

"Mmmmm, nice!" Tonks purred, lifting her mouth. "Fleur, let me suck his cock a while! Play with my cunt and let me suck on his cock a little!"

Fleur pulled her lips his his cock reluctantly, but gasped in delight as she watched Tonks swallow it deeply. She moved her fingers on the wet slit of

Tonks' cunt, parting her own thighs a bit to give Tonks more room to feel her up. Tonks bobbed her face up and down, sucking wetly on his cock, and thrust

a finger into Fleur's tight, steaming cunt. Fleur, with a squeal, rubbed harder on Tonks' vibrating clit, pulling his balls into her mouth.

Harry panted as he watched them, his cock burning with hardness. His balls ached gently, loaded with cum. His hands fondled their tits, squeezing and twisting

the stiff nipples.

"Ohhh, what hot fucking mouths!" he gasped.

Fleur giggled around his balls.

Tonks pulled from him. "What a hot big fucking cock, baby!"

"Mmmm, nice balls, too, Tonks!" Fleur mewled, releasing his balls and running her tongue up and down his cock.

As Fleur's tongue reached the wizard's swollen cockhead, Tonks dipped her face and pulled both Fleur's tongue and his cock into her mouth. She finger-fucked

Fleur with more aggressiveness, sucking eagerly on tongue and cock. Fleur breathed hotly, and began to finger-fuck Tonks in return. Her tongue twisted

along the shaft of his cock inside Tonks' mouth.

Harry squirmed his naked ass on the grass, groaning in ecstasy. He watched their tits jiggle as their fingers plunged into each other's fiery wet cunts,

their mouths on his cock.

"Oooooh, Ohhh! I can't stand it any more!" Tonks cried, watching Fleur suck his cock. "Let's make him come, Fleur! Let's see how much come he has left

in those gorgeous balls of his!"

With their faces close, Tonks and Fleur licked at the head of his cock, their tongues touching, tasting each other as well as his prick. Harry stared down

at them with glowing eyes, his ass bunching. He clutched their tits hard in his hands, hearing the wet sounds as Fleur and Tonks fucked their fingers into

each other like crazy.

Both Tonks and Fleur were eager to make him come now, and as they sucked on his cock they kept thrusting their tongues into each other's mouth at the same

time.

"Ohhhh, yes!" Harry cried out. "Suck it, you horny cunts! Suck my fuckin' cock!"

Tonks worked her lips down his cock, pulling Fleur's tongue inside along with it. As Fleur pressed her tongue against the head of his cock, she sucked

up and down, mewling deep in her throat. Her lips tingled with erotic delight, her mouth wet. Harry began to strain upward, his face starting to contort

as the rapture slowly became unbearable. He was quickly getting to the point of coming off, and his squirming told them so.

He started gasping, making throaty choking sounds, gripping them each by a tit as hard as he could, his head and shoulders lifting off the grass. His cock

throbbed inside the auror's mouth, pre-cum oozing from his piss-hole.

Tonks and Fleur both tasted his seeping pre-cum. It made Tonks eager to have him gush jism, and caused Fleur to twist her tongue as best she could inside

Tonks' mouth.

"Uhhnnghhhh! Yeahhhh!" Harry moaned loudly. "I'm gonna come!"

A huge jet of cum spewed from his piss-hole into the auror's vacuuming mouth. Tonks moaned as she tasted his yummy jizz, and Fleur's eyes closed dreamily

as she, too, tasted it. The spurts came swiftly, filling Tonks' mouth. Jism spread over both tongues, and Tonks began to swallow what she could, but the

young wizard was cumming a bucketload and what the horny auror couldn't swallow oozed out around her lips, smearing those of Fleur.

Harry cried out with the force of his climax, spewing cum rapidly into the auror's mouth. Tonks gulped and sucked, and Fleur moaned at the taste of his

delicious cum-load.

Thinking he was finished, Tonks lifted her dripping mouth. Fleur, with a squeal, closed her lips over his cock and sucked as hard as she could. Two more

spurts of cum gushed out of his cock into her hot mouth. With a wet sound, Fleur pushed her cunt hard against Tonks' buried fingers and began to come in

waves of hot orgasm.

Tonks felt Fleur's pussy convulse on her finger, and seeing she was gulping the final squirts of jism from Harry, cried out as her own cunt exploded with

a wild, hot series of contractions. She closed her lips around his balls and sucked them while Fleur kept sucking on his slowly wilting cock.

When they finally sat up, their lips were puffy and glistening wetly, their eyes glowing, looking very pleased with what they had done for Harry. Harry

slumped back, breathing hard as his body trembled, the light from the moon light glistening on his sweaty young body.

"Did I come enough?" he asked quietly.

"Come enough?" the auror laughed huskily. "If you had come any more, it would have choked me, baby! Mmmmmmm, I loved it!"

"So did I!" Fleur whispered, licking his cum from her lips as she pulled her hand from Tonks' thighs. "I felt your cunt when you came, Tonks."

"I felt your pussy, too, baby" Tonks replied. "I'd say we don't really need Harry to come. What do you think?"

"Hey!" Harry yelped, sitting up.

"Just kidding," Tonks laughed, kissing Harry on the lips. "It wasn't just our fingers that made us come, it was sucking that beautiful cock of yours, right

Fleur?"

"You bet, Tonks!" giggled Fleur, staring at his huge cock and balls. "But I'd rather do something else with it!... Can you get it hard again, Harry?"

The teen wizard just grinned back at Fleur and fisted his semi-hard dick, coaxing it back into life. A couple of long, hard jerks and his nine inch prick

began to swell noticeably, well on the way back to full erection.

"Ohhh, you two are insatiable!" laughed Tonks.

"You complaining, Tonks?" smiled Harry, lewdly jerking off in front of the naked auror.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm! No way, baby! I can't get enough of you!"

Harry lay back and stared at the auror's juicy cunt. "Me either, Tonks. Me either!", he muttered as Tonks wantonly spread her pussylips and began to rub

herself openly in front of Harry. Fleur did the same and within a few minutes, his cock was once more raging with hardness.

"You first, honey" Tonks offered.

With a low moan, Fleur straddled Harry and squatted over his upthrust cock. As she settled down, Tonks moved closer to watch the two fuck.

Once his thick cock was buried in her cunt, Fleur began to bounce her hot perfect ass, fucking herself deliriously on his rigid cock. She lunged up and

down, twisting sideways, squealing with pleasure. Tonks knelt and fondled Fleur's pumping ass, sliding her hands underneath Fleur to feel her full firm

tits. She caressed Fleur's creamy thighs, her sweet ass, her tits, then her hand moved down again. She held his balls, watching Fleur's ring shape cuntlips

bulge around his stiff prick.

Fleur orgasmed in no time, bucking and squealing on his cock like a two-dollar whore. Fucking Harry while Tonks watched had a lot to do with it, too. She

had never been so turned on in her life!

"Now me!" Tonks gasped. "My turn, Fleur! Ohhh, my cunt is on fire for his hard cock!"

Fleur rose, and Tonks quickly squatted over Harry, plunging down hard onto him, impaling herself almost viciously on the young wizard's huge, glistening

shaft. Like Fleur, Tonks whipped her gorgeous ass about, grinding her pussy down hard onto his prick. She began trembling as Fleur ran her hands about

her naked body.

Harry, too, was touching the auror, playing with her jiggling tits. Tonks cried out and fucked him faster, her tight, clinging cuntlips sliding up and

down the length of his slippery shaft with delicious smoothness.

Fleur knelt beside them and began to suck on Tonks' tits. Tonks grabbed the back of Fleur's head, cramming her nipple far into the veela's wet hot mouth,

grinding her cunt down hard on his cock.

"Suck my tit. Fleur!" she sobbed. "Ohhh, suck my tit! Harry, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Ooohhh, I'm cummmming again!"

As soon as Tonks slumped forward over him, Fleur rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide.

"Me, now, Harry!" she gasped. "Fuck me now!"

Harry yanked his cock from the auror's cunt, and fucked into Fleur's cunt in a quick lunge. Tonks, feverish with heat, leaned over and began sucking Fleur's

tit. Her tongue swirled as her lips pulled. The rapid plunge of his cock into Fleur's cunt and the wet heat on her tit brought cries of ecstasy from the

veela.

But, panting hard Harry, pulled his cock from her, and rushed between the auror's legs. He rammed his prick into the auror's cunt hard, making Tonks gurgle

with lust.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, this is so hot! It's happening already!" Tonks sobbed. "Harry, fuck me hard! You're going to make me come again, baby!"

Harry fucked harder, making wet, slurping sounds.

"Now! Now, Harry!"

Tonks slammed her cunt hard against him, coming in wave after wave of orgasm, her cunt gripping his cock, rippling along the cock-shaft. She was still

coming when Harry jerked his prick from the auror's pussy and plunged deeply into Fleur's cunt.

Fleur wrapped her legs about his, churning her naked ass in a frenzy, coming hard. But Harry, unable to take any more hot squeezes on his cock, pulled

free, and on his knees before the two naked witches, began to come like a fountain. He squirted streaks of cum through the sparse hair on Fleur's cunt,

then twisted his body and sprayed the redish hair of the auror's pussy. He came and came, like only a sixteen years old wizard can, soaking their quivering

crotches completely with cock-cream.

Fleur recovered first. She sat up quickly and began sucking the head of his cock, tasting the last remnants of his tasty sperm. When she pulled her mouth

off, she saw his jism in Tonks' pussy-hair and dipped her face to Tonks' crotch, licking hungrily. Her tongue swirled through the soft cunt-hairs, touching

the tip of Tonks' clit. Tonks' hips jerked upward.

"Ohhh, you'll make me come again, Fleureeee!" Tonks gasped.

Fleur raised her head, giggling. "I guess I do!"

"Lie back," Tonks said, pushing Fleur down.

She leaned over and licked his cum from the hairs of Fleur's cunt. But before she raised up, she twirled her tongue around the nineteen years old witch's

throbbing clit a few times.

"There, we both licked each other's cunt."

"Do me more," Fleur said as they lay back smiling at each other. "I want to cum again, Tonks."

"Mmmmm, so do I," Tonks said.

"Fucking witches," Harry said playfully, before he went to work on them again. "Never satisfied."

Dudley Durlsey had been exposed to a number of things in his life. The weirdest all courtesy of his freak cousin. Those creepy weird Weasley Twins were

the worst, turning his tongue into a gigantic monster! He hadn't been able to breath, and tasting everything had been a nightmare.

He was really hoping this was also a nightmare. Upon seeing Harry heading out for something, he'd decided to follow. A little Harry Hunting had cheered

him up in the past, and it wasn't like the freak could use any magic now, right? The alley Harry was passing through would offer plenty of privacy.

Then... Intense cold, like the feeling of never being happy again. Dudley didn't know what it was, all he'd known was that Harry, far ahead of him, had

been affected too. But, clearly not enough that he couldn't do... Whatever the hell he'd done. It was rather like setting off a bomb made of light that

had vaguely resembled a gigantic stag. He'd heard screaming, unearthly wailing like dogs did whenever his Aunt Marge demonstrated her singing. He'd therefore

come to the conclusion that this involved horrific agony-He knew he'd experienced that before.

When the light faded, two hot birds were in the alley where none had been before. And two smoking piles of something. Dudley didn't know what to make of

it-Two hot girls and two piles of steaming crap? What the hell? Magic made no sense.

Though... Admittedly... He couldn't argue with the results, as apparently Harry had cast a bit of hocus pocus that had created two hot birds that were

perfectly happy to jump and shag him silly... And eachother.

Viewing this kind of thing had been enough for Dudley's already overtaxed brain ("Yes lungs, keep breathing, just like that!"), and he'd promptly passed

out.

Unfortunately for him he did this in front of a street sweeper, which had scooped him up and gone on it's way. He would wake up in a zoo sometime later

with no memory of how he'd gotten there and his only clue a mysterious tattoo that said "Butch's Bitch" on the back of his arse... But that's another story.

As stated before, Dumbledore had an impressive array of magical sensors and devices all designed for the purpose of monitoring the magical energies currently

active in and around Privet Drive. Their operation was so complex that even Dumbledore had little idea about all the various things they actually picked

up. He was a great wizard but even he hadn't gone through all his various acquisitions over the years.

Besides, about half this stuff came without a manual. He really needed to stop these yard sale crawls of his, they never ended well.

Currently, all his devices were going completely insane as a result of something huge. One spun like a top and whistled like a tea kettle. Another seemed

to be jogging in place. Still another blinked it's lights on and off repeatedly, and then stopped. Curious, Dumbledore bent over and looked intently at

the device.

Splurt

McGonnagal, hearing the alarms and screams and other various odd noises all coming from Dumbledore's office, raced into the Headmaster's office with her

wand drawn.

"Albus? Albus, what the bloody hell is going on?" She demanded.

Dumbledore slowly stood up, and licked the white, creamy substance covering his face. "Hmmm... Raspberry." He made a face. He hated raspberry.

"Albus!"

"Hm? Oh! Hello Minerva," Dumbledore said cheerfully, turning to look at her. Minerva's face paled a bit at the sight. Dumbledore kept up his smile. Certainly,

he did not care for raspberry, but it was an unusual occurrence and really, it wasn't particularly bad.

"I... What is going on?" Minerva asked.

"Well, you see, one of my instruments just up and randomly shot a great amount of raspberry-flavored cream into my face," Dumbledore said.

"... I..." Minerva shook her head. "Is it an instrument monitoring Privet Drive?"

"Yes, it is... I would surmise an event of immense magical power occurred... Probably Harry," he said, as he managed to look at another instrument and

get it's readings. Harry's magic always did have a particular signature to it. One of barely repressed, immense power. Always a bit of a concern, but surely

something that could be mastered by understanding and standard education that all students had gone through!

After all, it had done wonders for him! And Tom Riddle!

Oh, wait. No, it hadn't. Oh dear.

"Perhaps I should investigate-" Dumbledore began.

"Oh no! No! Albus, you should consult with the Ministry, quickly! If Potter has been using magic, they'll try to get him expelled, you know that!" Minerva

said. Dumbledore nodded.

"You are very right, Minerva. Yes, please see to it immediately. I will owl the Ministry, try to find out the particulars of the event." He turned back

to the device that had assailed him with raspberry cream.

"Yes, good... I'll be going then," Minerva said. "Would you care to wipe that off, Albus?"

"Hm? Well, certainly... Though having cream on my face is hardly the worst thing to happen to me," Dumbledore calmly replied. Minerva nodded... Very slowly.

"Of course..." She vanished through the Floo of the fireplace, while Dumbledore stared intently at the device. He then chuckled.

"There is only one man who would dare to give me the raspberry," the ancient wizard laughed. "Lone-!"

Splurt!

Dumbledore blinked, and coughed. He supposed it wasn't the time to quote Mel Brooks films... Though he had seldom found a time when one couldn't.

Cool blue eyes roamed over the selection this shop presented.

She had never liked Muggles much. They spread like a plague, had murdered their own for pointing out the most basic things about astrology, tortured and

killed countless innocents all in the name of some ultimate being that, ironically, was never able to protect them from the payback magical folk always

got in the end.

And they were dirty. Wizarding folk had vanishing and cleaning charms, had them for millenia. And those charms worked better than anything non-magicals

could cook up. It was one of the reasons witches and wizards lived for such a long time, and the reason muggles and muggleborns had always been associated

with the word dirty.

No, I never had any love for muggles, but

Narcissa Malfoy hummed quitely as her fingers went over the item she had been checking out. Hmm, black lace

...in some cases wizarding culture is simply lacking.

She liked looking good, she spent a lot of her husband's hardly-earned money that way. Wearing things that hinted, but didn't reveal, that made heads turn

yes, she really loved that. Not that it helped.

She sighed. It had been too long

"..otter boy!" She blinked at the quiet squeal coming from a couple of chatting muggle women a few rows down. Her eyes widened. Could it really be? Dare

she hope? Pretending to browse, she steadily made her way in their direction.

"..just sixteen, and..."

"..always had a reputation , but this is beyond ...!"

"..last time I counted there were at least six of us around, daughters not included!"

She had finally made her way close enough to hear them more clearly. In between the giggles and squeals, that is. Using very basic legilimency, she was

able to catch the emotions and stray thoughts the women were all but radiating and gasped. It's really happening! She continued to pretend caring about

the selection before her while increasing the focus and power of her legilimens spell, until she could finally see memories, rather than just emotions.

Reading other people's thoughts was, sometimes, a bit like experiencing it yourself. Her body froze, and she was acutely aware of the fact that her face

must have been glowing, even as she continued to siphon the memories of the housewives that apparently lived in young Mr. Potter's neighborhood.

When she caught herself, she quickly retreated from the minds of the muggles. Dismissing the chance of her blush receding any time soon, she headed out

the shop, ignoring the odd looks she got, before covertly weaving a muggle-notice-me-not charm around her and disappearing with a crack.

Narcissa was deep in thought as she made her way through Malfoy Manor towards the dining area, where the elf said her son was. Said elf had also confirmed

that Lucius was away on an 'errand', which was always a plus, especially right now, but she'd still have to deal with her son before she could do anything.

Many people knew that James Potter was a very popular person. Few, however, knew the exact details as to how that came to be - although one could guess,

judging by the types of groups that were enamored with him. In essence, once his balls finished dropping, the girls were floored. To make it short, by

the end of his time in Hogwarts, James "The Slot-machine" Potter had his own following, inside Hogwarts, as well as Hogsmeade and a few students' mothers,

complete with small shrines hidden throughout the castle in some of the girls' dormitories.

Then came September the 23rd. It was a day of mourning and tragedy, a sad day for many females in Hogwarts, as well as the ones who had taken to using

the secret passages to enter the school whenever they wanted, when James decided to settle down and go after Lily Evans exclusively. She frowned. Lucky

bitch.

Still, most respected James' decision, if only to have a chance should anything ever happen to that relationship. Of course, 'shortly' after that a baby

boy arrived. There was a rumor going around that Harry was the result of Lily trying to prove that muggle condoms would work just as well as magical protection.

At any rate, it was decided to back off and leave the family alone.

Narcissa, however, made one more decision in regards to the Potter Family. She had always wanted a daughter, and she figured her offspring deserved only

the best. That, naturally, included getting pottered after being old enough. Thus, she made plans and decided to always keep an eye on little Harry, to

see how much of his father he inherited.

Then the Dark Lord attacked the Potters. Had he succeeded not only in killing James, but wiping out any chance of ever recreating the "Lord Of Nookie"

by killing the son, his fate..

Well, add dozens of naturally scheming, unsatisfied, women, with absolutely nothing worthwhile to do all day, each having inherited power, as well as knowledge

about old magics and rituals, then go ahead and embitter them by removing any chance of them ever being satisfied again..

Yes. His fate would have caught up to him in less than a week, and it would have been far worse than death. Truthfully, Voldemort was lucky to be killed

at that point.

Of course, she never did get a daughter. In retrospect, it is a miracle Lucius managed to stay at it long enough to produce Draco, and even that was lucky

shot. Now she had all these plans, and no one to use them for. Or did she? Waste not, want not, she had always been told. And boy, did she want.

She shook her head to clear it as she reached the dining area. Her eyes took in the sight before her. Draco was sitting at the table, apparently deep in

concentration, hunched over a piece of parchment. And nibbling on his quill the part used for writing. And wasn't that one of his self-inking ones? She

cringed and once again cursed the ancestry of the Blacks for not being dominant. It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't constantly reminded of that fact.

She cleared her throat.

He suddenly looked up, smiling widely, showing off ink-stained teeth. "Mother!"

"Draco, dear." She forced a smile with practiced ease. Her eyes flickered to the parchment. "And what are you doing?"

"Oh well, the Gryffindor keeper left last year, so they need a replacement. Probably Weasley.."

She nodded encouragingly, happy that her son was planning ahead properly.

"..so I decided to write him a song I can sing for him during the Quidditch matches!"

Or not. Urk. Apparently he inherited more from his father than she thought. Well, since it appeared that her son would not be passing on her family's legacy,

it made her decision so much easier.

"I am glad you start living up to your Slytherin heritage more, Draco.", she told him warmly, pinching his cheek. No harm encouraging his secret desires,

even if he didn't realize them himself yet. Besides, then he could hardly start blaming her for getting together with a boy younger than him, could he?

"But I am afraid you will have to continue that in your room. Something important will happen soon, and your father will need to be alone for it to work

out right."

"But I don't wanna!"

She internally sighed at the whiny tone and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Draco! Are you going to be a bad little dragon?" The mixture of the stern sounding, slowly spoken words and her unyielding stare always got him.

"..No.", he mumbled sullenly, looking at the floor

"So you are going to be what?"

"A good little dragon." The reply was once again more directed at the floor than her, but she chose to let it slide. There were more important things to

do. Like being buggered by Potter. She had always wanted to try that. She frowned slightly when her nipples hardened against her arms, glad she chose that

particular pose.

"And what do good little dragons do?"

"They do what their mother tells them to do.."

"And what do good little dragons get for being good little dragons?"

Suddenly her son was all smiles, showing off his Mundungus Fletcher themed dental dye job. "Good little dragons get ice cream and can stay up 15 minutes

longer for being so good!"

"That's right, Draco." She smiled gently at him. "But that offer expires soon, so " She trailed off as the rest would have gone unheard, her son having

just taken long enough to collect his writing utensils and the love poem he was working on before bolting to his room.

Her eyes roamed over Lucius' private study, checking if everything was as it should be.

Narcissa did not like her husband very much. He was cold. She wouldn't have minded, usually, except that he was her husband. Saying that he left her unsatisfied

might give people the idea that he was even trying.

He was rather annoying and a braggart. He was so obvious in his dealing that it made her cringe. Truthfully, if magical Britain wasn't hopelessly corrupt,

he would have been long dead. And throwing his support at that bumbling fool of a minister that obviously was going to come back to haunt them soon enough.

Them, not him. That was something she wouldn't accept.

And while she had hoped that she might eventually have a daughter, she loved her son. Her husband had succeeded in trying to make his offspring as moronic

as himself, and now, he was planning to enter her baby into the ranks of that insane subhuman bastard.

Lucius might enjoy groveling at someone's feet, happy to have received enough of his master's attention to get blasted by the standard absentminded 'How

are you today, Lucius?'-Cruciatus, but that fate would be his alone. She would not let that happen to her child.

Really, his attempts to draw Draco into this were the last straw. Or nail, as it were. The news about Potter merely sped up the process.

People were creatures of habit, Narcissa knew. Thus people's habits spoke volumes about their personalities.

The ability to walk without trouble while reading a book, for instance, did not necessarily imply intelligence, but at least a certain desire for books.

Someone who can eat while walking might be a very busy person, not the type to sit down and enjoy a meal.

Now what did it say about her husband when he just walked past her in the hall without noticing her? After she spent an inordinate amount of time making

her look good and reapplying her make-up?

Well, he was obviously distracted, seeing as he was looking into his, admittedly quite nice, gold framed pocket mirror, carefully looking at the area around

his eyes. She knew from experience, and being asked between three to seven times a day, that he was checking if his eyebrows were truly even.

Everyone had habits- Lucius' ones, like he himself, were simply more obnoxious and easier to exploit.

Hearing a door closing down the hall she knew her husband first decided to stop in his study, as was usual.

Next, he would be taking a few swigs from the bottle on his desk, containing whatever spirits he might fancy that week. And then he would start going through

any correspondence that might have arrived, filing it away if it was useful.

She smiled. She had told him, times and times again, that habits can be weaknesses, and one should be aware of their own, but he had never taken her seriously.

It was one of the fundamental truths that most people don't really get. Like how the nature of conflict is almost never between equals, but between a hunter,

and prey.

In this house, there was only one hunter. Lucius thinking it was him wasn't just extremely funny, but an error he would never be able to correct, either.

Her inner animal purred in agreement.

She had waited five minutes before entering the study and coming across the unmoving body of her husband slumped over a folder on his desk. The bottle

he had been drinking from had fallen down, spilling some of its contents on the floor. In Lucius' hands there was still, ironically, his hand mirror, as

well as the letter attached to aforementioned bottle

The letter itself was from her, although she signed it off with Nott's name. Supposedly the bottle was a gift of appreciation, telling Lucius that he would

'remember the taste till his dying day for sure', and hinting at a minor case of bribing Nott had succeeded in doing in the Ministry.

Lucius being himself decided to file it away in his blackmail folder on Nott. He kept those things on just about everyone. It was one of his few good traits.

What would happen now was simple.

Usually, the information Lucius had was hidden well and couldn't physically be found unless you knew where to look. There were quite a few of those caches

hidden around the manor, but this one was the most important one. Holding detailed information on everything the Wizengamot and the Ministry employes did

wrong (they were quite numerous, and quite big), if this ever made it to the press or into the hands of someone who wasn't corrupt, it would easily topple

the government.

He even kept logs of his own dealings, so he could make sure that no one would threaten him, lest they go down with him.

Sadly for all these people, however, Narcissa had really no use for them. The Malfoy fortune was too vast for her, or her son, to stay out of Voldemort's

little games. If Lucius disappeared, they would be bearing the pressure, and being branded so they would be forced to comply.

Really, with the way things were the only way to get a bit of breathing room was to crush Fudge, his administration, and make sure the death eaters were

kicked out of positions of power and on the run, if not outright killed.

That way Voldemort would be too busy to really bother anyone.

Luckily, she wouldn't be caught having played a part in this. The aurors would arrive, find the folder, notice the open cache still holding blackmail material

on everyone BUT the aurors she was going to call, and things would snowball from there.

With the guilt all but admitted in the letter, they would start with Nott. As it is easily possible to use memory charms to subvert the effects of veritaserum

if you had enough time they would just assume he did precisely that.

With someone of Nott's position readily available to confirm at least parts of the information found in this room, nearly all of her enemies would fall

as one. And Voldemort would believe it was Nott's fault, so his family would bear any anger that he might be feeling. It was beautiful for something she

mostly made up as she went along.

Her late husband had, on her urging, and believing it to be his own idea, included Harry Potter in his will. After all, someone who had suffered under

the Imperius for a decade would surely wish to make sure his savior is taken care off.

Apart from inheriting a bit of money, he would also gain partnership in several businesses the Malfoy family ran. Thus, a connection between the two families

would be created. And she would meet him at the will reading, a wife shaken by loss, in need of comforting. Oh yes.

But for that, all these people would have to disappear. Oh well, who cares?

She was just about to leave the room when she caught sight of one specific folder. She nearly laughed out loud as a plan formed in her mind. All except

you. For you I have uses. She took it carefully, only half surprised by its weight.

She smirked at the giant folder she was holding, cataloging Severus Snape's crimes and misdeeds. Last time she counted them was a bit over a year ago,

meaning it was well before the sniveling man's master's rebirth.

It contained everything he did that Lucius was privy to, starting from the atrocities he committed during the summer before his final year in order to

start gaining the self-proclaimed Dark Lord's favor, as well as some of his 'teaching' habits.

Such as watching the male, teenage, quidditch players shower after the games and practices (maybe she shouldn't have ignored his pathetic ranting after

all? He did say Potter was just like his father, no?), and his repeated use of magics rightfully classified as mental attacks on his underage charges.

Of course, with how blatantly corrupt this world was, in general, Legilimens on minors is a serious offense. Wouldn't want your own misdeeds known by everyone

because your children don't know how to defend themselves, right?

If she had to guess, you could, just using the information Lucius gathered, get Snape sentenced to being a dementor's chew toy 13 or 14 times, at least

10 if you wanted to play it very safe.

Or rather, you could blackmail him at least 9 times into doing the most humiliating, embarrassing and painful things you could thing of for you own amusement,

before having him sentenced to death.

Now, the real question was... if someone were to tell Lily's son who sent Voldemort after his parents, and what said someone wanted in return... what would

the ability to force Snape to run around in a Sailor Senshi costume while teaching for a couple of months, all the while making him try to seduce Hagrid

and Filch, possibly simultaneously, before having him killed be worth to Harry?

Narcissa want. Narcissa get.

She smiled as she hid the blackmail material in her moleskin pouch. Now, it was time to catch herself a little boy toy. The cougar had always enjoyed a

good hunt, after all.

With just a little effort, she looked the part of the distraught, helpless trophy wife, tears running down the panicked face. Absentmindedly checking her

appearance in her new hand mirror she nodded happily to herself when she noticed that her tears didn't mess up her make-up. She hated not looking her best,

after all.

Now, it was time to alert the Auror Corps to this horrible crime, wasn't it? Better make sure Bones herself knew about this. Wouldn't want to have everything

been for naught.

And he will be mine.