Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.8 (Harry Potter)

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“… want Harry to have other women. You accepted far too easily.”

Ron froze at the top of the steps at hearing Hermione speaking. After last night, he was honestly too embarrassed to leave the bed to face her and had only mustered up the will to get up a few seconds ago.

What Ron didn’t expect was to hear Hermione and Ginny talking. And talking about Harry at that.

“Hermione,” Ron heard Ginny warn Hermione, “Shut it.”

“We might as well get this over with,” Ginny said after a moment of silence, “Let’s go to my place so we can let Harry know I pimped him out. Merlin knows how happy he’d be.”

Ron stumbled back in shock as he registered what they were talking about. He recalled Hermione’s face at the end of their talk last night when she mentioned talking to Ginny. Hermione clearly didn’t have any belief that his little sister would entertain the request.

So how did it go from that to what Ron was hearing?

“Right now?” Ron heard the hesitation in Hermione’s voice, making him feel conflicted. On the one hand, it made him want to smile at Hermione not being eager to see Harry, but a large part of him really wanted this to happen. Hermione’s following sentence made that come true, for better or worse.

“I suppose that’s alright.”

Ron didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he heard the floo coming to life as Ginny and Hermione left the house. When Ron could bring himself to move a few minutes later, he walked downstairs.

He saw the half-eaten pancake left on the table in Hermione’s rush to leave with Ginny. Ron tried to ignore that she was in a rush to go see Harry.

In all honesty, Ron was tempted to chase after his girlfriend before their relationship changed forever. Once Hermione goes through this, Ron knows it won’t be something that could be reversed. He’s not a complete idiot.

Hermione wouldn’t have left in such a hurry if she didn’t want to do this too. So what would happen if Ron told Hermione to stop fucking Harry after she had already done it?

Ron shifted in place and glanced at the clock, grimacing when he saw that only a few minutes had passed. He didn’t want to wait here and potentially see Hermione’s disheveled form returning from Potter Manor.

After struggling with what to do, Ron settled on going to Bill’s place. Maybe his oldest brother would have something to say about this. After all, Bill’s admission of what would happen with Fleur gave Ron a push to tell Hermione what he wanted. If his older brother could have such a loving marriage even with that future, then so could Ron.

He stepped into the fireplace with a handful of floo powder and threw it down before yelling, “Shell Cottage!”

Ron stepped out of the fireplace at his destination with a burst of green fire. He first saw the calm sea out the window overlooking the cliff. It was surprisingly soothing to his frayed nerves.

“Ron?”

Ron tore his eyes away from the window to see Bill looking at him curiously with a cup of tea in his hands.

“Uh, hi, Bill. Hope you don’t mind me dropping in.”

Bill saw the need in Ron’s eyes for… something. Never being one to turn his siblings away, Bill motioned Ron to a chair. “Not at all. What’s going on?”

Ron waffled around for a bit before hesitantly saying, “You know what I talked about at Ginny’s engagement party?”

Bill didn’t like where this was going. His first thought was that Ron pushed Hermione for an answer and didn’t like what he got. Nonetheless, Bill nodded at Ron.

“Right, well. I, uh, might have told Hermione that I might… like to see that?” Ron ended that like a question, as if he was asking Bill to confirm he did something like that.

“…Sorry?” Bill knew he must have misheard Ron, “Did you just say what I think you did?”

When Ron couldn’t look him in the eye, Bill’s deeply hidden memories, which were purposely forgotten for his mental state, were back at the forefront. Ginny wasn’t the only one who unintentionally received a far too close look into their parents’ sex life.

Bill thought it was a cruel fate, having two sons of Arthur Weasley turning out just like him. He felt his father was a great man in all aspects except for his private life. When Bill discovered what his mother and father liked to do, he was resolved to be the opposite.

He worked hard to be the handsome, powerful, and talented Weasley whose wife was loyal to him and him only. It was too bad that Bill fell head over heels for a Veela.

For some insane reason, Ron had decided to let Hermione sleep with another man on his own.

“Ron,” Bill said with a tired sigh, “Why?”

“I know it’s not normal, but I want her to,” Ron defended, “When I talked with Hermione at the party, it was as if someone I ignored for years showed itself to me. I was hiding what I wanted Hermione to do with anger.”

“The party,” Bill stated blankly, “You asked Hermione to change your whole relationship for a ridiculous thought you only had barely a day ago?!”

“Bill! You know I don’t like zese sort of talks een ze morning.”

Ron clamped his mouth shut when Fleur practically floated to Bill’s side and snuggled up to him, looking ethereal as ever.

“‘Ello, Ronald. What did you say to Bill to get ’im like zis?”

Ron looked at Bill for some help, but unfortunately for him, he didn’t see any hints on what to say. Instead, Bill was direct and merciless.

“If you want to go this route, then maybe Fleur would be a better choice to give you advise.”

“Oh?” Fleur saw the stern look on her husband’s face before turning to Ron, “‘Ow can I ‘elp?”

“Er, really?” Ron was much of a fan of Fleur knowing about his... thing.

“Oui,” Fleur smiled, “We are family. I weel be glad to 'elp!"

Ron shifted uneasily. With how much effort Fleur was putting into getting closer to Ginny and Hermione, she would likely know about this anyway. That convinced him to speak.

The more Fleur listened to Ron talk, the more amused she was. She had seen what her father was like when her mother left to meet her lovers. Fleur had seen the helplessness in her father’s demeanor, which had been the most significant reason she fought so vehemently against her nature. Fleur didn’t want to put Bill through that.

Now his younger brother came to their house to admit he willingly allowed his chosen partner to stray from their bed.

“... And zis ees to be only with ‘Arry?” Fleur asked curiously.

When Ron nodded, Fleur figured it would at least be within the family. That thought unintentionally caused a snort of amusement to escape, making Fleur flush red at letting out an inappropriate sound.

“Glad this is so funny,” Ron glowered at the floor as he made to stand up.

“Non!” Fleur shook her head, “Zat ees not eet!”

“Yeah?” Bill interjected, “I think it’s funny that Ginny’s okay with it.”

Fleur shook her head, “I was zinking eef Ron wants ‘Ermione to do zis, ‘Arry ees ze best choice.”

Bill looked at his wife warily, wondering where she was going with this.

“Eet is not our place to question Ron’s relationship, Bill. But eef zey must do zis, ‘Arry ees someone zey can trust.”

“Of course you’d be supportive of this,” Bill said under his breath.

Fleur ignored that and asked Ron, “So you say Ginny ees aware of zis? And zey left together to tell ‘Arry?”

After Ron’s nod, Fleur continued, “Only a few zings you can do. Eef you want to stop zis, you have to go to Potter Manor and take ‘Ermione back right now. Eef you feel otherwise, zen do nothing.”

Fleur already knew what Ron was going to choose. While being a Veela meant she would inevitably hurt the one she loved most in the future, it also came with perks. And one of those perks was having a general sense of the emotions of the men around her.

Ron had an incredible spike of arousal when she said he could do nothing, which frankly shocked Fleur at the intensity.

“Right,” Ron looked relieved, “Thanks for the help, Fleur. I know what to do.”

Bill and Fleur watched Ron leave their home through the floo. As soon as they were alone, Bill looked at Fleur but stayed silent.

“What?” Fleur didn’t like the way Bill was staring at her.

“Why didn’t you try to convince Ron out of this mess? It sounded like you supported him.”

“Zat ees not what Ronald wanted. ‘E only came ‘ere to find support.”

“Support?” Bill scowled, “Support his decision to let Hermione shag Harry whenever she wants? I should have guessed you would be all for that.”

One thing Fleur knew was that Bill was nothing like his brother. She could feel the pain in him as he said that and knew Bill was thinking of her doing the same in the future. Fleur knew if she was a full-blooded Veela, there would already be a trail of lovers outside her marriage. Being a half-blood was the only thing that kept her monogamous so far. That, and Bill was magically powerful enough to keep her sated for now.

“I’m sorry,” Fleur hugged Bill tightly, “I just wanted to say what Ron desired to ‘ear.”

Bill’s anger fell as he held Fleur in his arms. Even though he tried to forget what the future held, there were moments like this where he would unfairly blame Fleur. Bill knew what he got into with her. It wasn’t like she hid what would happen. In fact, Fleur told him what to expect when they decided to get serious.

If anything was to blame, it was Bill’s intense love for her.

[Break]

“Did you see the amount of cum on Molly? No wonder you keep saying Harry is insatiable!”

Ginny ignored Hermione marveling over Harry. In fact, she was sure the brunette had said the exact same sentence multiple times. Ginny couldn’t even be bothered to tell Hermione to shut it when she mentioned how well-fucked her mum seemed.

“This is a good thing, Ginny. The way Harry kept fucking Molly even after he dumped all that cum into her cunt was mind-boggling! One witch won’t be enough to drain those big balls of his.”

“Hermione,” Ginny growled, “If you keep talking, I promise you’ll never get to touch those balls.”

Hermione quieted down immediately, stopping her increasingly nervous rambling. She didn’t intend to sound like one of those brainless gossipmongers, but staying silent seemed even worse.

Hermione was worried that Ginny would think of something that would convince her to change her mind. If Hermione was in Ginny’s shoes, she would have been thinking of how disastrous it could be if another woman started sleeping with her fiance.

“I didn’t think they would start fucking the minute I left them alone,” Ginny murmured before taking a sip of butterbeer. She had wanted to get something stronger like firewhiskey, but Hermione, being responsible, convinced Ginny not to get drunk this early.

Hermione wanted to mention that Ginny was the one who apparently gave them permission to do so, but that would only get the redhead angry at her. She fidgeted in her seat and glanced at the clock, seeing that it had been close to an hour since they arrived at the pub.

“Do you think we should head back?” Hermione asked hesitantly, “Molly must be too exhausted to go any longer. Right?”

Ginny’s eyes flashed with anger, realizing that her mum had caused Ginny to leave her home. As if she was the one that had to step aside like a mistress and let Harry get his rocks off.

“You know what?” Ginny slammed the bottle on the table and stood up, “We’re going back!”

Hermione blinked at the sudden anger Ginny was showing. She scrambled to get up and pay the tab before running after Ginny.

When Hermione caught up to Ginny, the redhead was already yelling her destination in the fireplace. She followed Ginny’s actions and used the floo herself.

Hermione almost bumped into Ginny on her exit from the fireplace in Potter Manor, but that wasn’t what she was focused on.

“Oh, hello, dears,” Molly greeted them as if she hadn’t been getting fucked savagely in the same spot she was sitting, “I didn’t expect Hermione to come along with you, Ginny.”

If Hermione hadn’t seen Molly’s cunt getting split open only an hour ago, she would have thought nothing had happened. Somehow, the Weasley matriarch had got all the sperm that was caking her body off, and even the clothes she had on looked proper. Of course, there was one thing that couldn’t be hidden easily, mainly since Molly had gotten rid of those frumpy clothes.

That body-hugging top clearly showed the small bump on Molly’s stomach, which Hermione knew shouldn’t have been there since she had seen the flat midriff when Molly was wearing that scandalous dress to the engagement party.

No, that bulge could only result from Harry repeatedly draining his balls into Molly’s womb.

“Hello, mum,” Ginny gave Molly an empty smile, “I hope you and Harry had a nice talk.”

Molly raised an eyebrow at her daughter before glancing at Hermione for a moment. To be safe, she kept things vague.

“We did, dear,” Molly pinked slightly at what they talked about, “Harry was happy to agree with what we decided.”

Hermione couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips. She quickly looked away from the two redheads when they turned their attention to her. Luckily for Hermione, Ginny’s ire was drawn to Harry when he leisurely walked out of the bedroom with damp hair.

“Harry, did you start fucking my mother the second I left the house? Or did she get the chance to talk about the rules?”

Nobody in the room was expecting Ginny to be as blunt as she just chose to be. Harry and Hermione were gaping at the redhead like she just grew a third eye. Molly was just as surprised by what her daughter said, but she wasn’t as concerned about Ginny abruptly blurting it out.

That was something Ginny noticed. She turned her glare to Molly and said, “Since Harry can’t answer, how about you, mum?”

Molly figured Hermione already knew with how brazen Ginny was choosing to be. It was embarrassing that her potential daughter-in-law knew about her intimate secrets, but it was too late to change it.

“Don’t worry, Gin. I told Harry your rule before I let him inside me.”

Ginny pursed her lips when Molly unconsciously started stroking the slight bulge in her stomach. It was like her mum was purposely trying to enrage her.

Well, it worked.

“I told you to shag where I can’t see you. And what did you do? You fucked like rabbits right in my living room!”

“Oh!” Molly gasped, “Was that what the sound was? I thought I heard someone floo in when Harry was reshaping my womb. I’m sorry, dear, but your man has a cock that makes me lose my mind. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

Harry and Hermione were watching the argument like a tennis match. Well, argument was a stretch. Ginny was doing the arguing, and Molly was replying to everything with a needle in her words.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” Ginny shrieked, “All I wanted was for you to do it out of my sight! You know what! You’re not that special to Harry anyway. I can make him forget you right now!”

Harry wasn’t sure why Molly was antagonizing Ginny like this, but he had to stop this madness before it went too far.

That was Harry’s thought until Ginny shocked him again.

“Hermione!” Ginny ordered, “Take Harry into the room and fuck him!”

Molly blinked, speechless for the first time. Hermione wasn’t much different, but Ginny pushed her into Harry and pointed at the master bedroom with a glare.

“No!” Ginny interrupted when Harry opened his mouth, “No words to me until you pump Hermione with more baby batter than my mum!”

Molly was silent as Harry and Hermione entered the bedroom and closed the door behind them. But as soon as they were alone, Molly asked Ginny seriously, “The next words out of your mouth better be about how Ron knows about this.”

“Know?” Ginny scoffed, “He’s the one who wants this. How do you feel now, mum? Harry will be busy pounding Hermione to be bothered with you.”

“Gin,” Molly sighed, “It was immature of me to tease you like that, but you know just as well as I do that Harry will have no problem with another witch added to the mix. We only stopped fucking because I was getting too exhausted. That man was more than ready to keep going.”

Ginny sniffed and looked away.

“What I’m curious about is Ron,” Molly mused, “Did you know your brother had this sort of interest?”

Ginny rolled her eyes, “Not until I walked in on him begging Hermione to let Harry fuck her. I didn’t think he could get more pathetic.”

“Ginevra Weasley! That’s your brother you’re talking about!”

“Mum, I think we’re past the lecturing. You sitting on my couch was a belly bloated with my fiancé’s cum. Don’t try to mother me right now.”

Molly supposed Ginny was right, but it still felt like she should defend Ron. Even though he was Molly’s most unremarkable child, he was still hers. Then again, the best way to defend Ron was to walk into the bedroom and pull Hermione out before Harry ruined her with that massive cock of his.

In the end, Ron was an adult, and if he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, Molly shouldn’t try to butt in.

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