Wait, She’s the Collateral? Ch.5 (Harry Potter)

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A/N: Poll Winner. Not sure where I'm going with this story anymore. Moved far from the oneshot it was supposed to be.

Summary: Harry thought the Fleur situation was finished. When Ginny and Hermione forgave him, he was rather happy to never see Fleur again. But when they discover she’s pregnant with Harry's baby, the three will have to find a new way to move forward.

Little James was going to have two new siblings.

Ginny's sudden decision to take a risk a month ago unleashed something in Harry that ensured both his women had his cum sloshing around in their wombs. However, that wasn't needed since Hermione and Ginny found out about their pregnancy immediately after that night. Magic really was a cheat code.

Harry was just keeping their wombs filled because of his randiness... and as a form of apology for what he did with Fleur. This was what Ginny and Hermione actually encouraged.

They weren't fools. No matter how much Harry insisted that he had already forgotten about Fleur, he was still a man. How could it be so easy to forget a Veela? They privately rolled their eyes that Harry stepping out of line had somehow turned into them being at his beck and call.

For a change in her routine, Hermione had stepped out of the house to make one of her occasional visits to her old home with Ron. Even though rumors had already spread throughout the wizarding world about the true father of her little James, his last name was still Weasley. Hermione had to keep up the token sightings in her old marriage home once in a while to keep a slight possibility of the rumors being wrong.

Her plan was to make sure to be seen in the yard doing some gardening and leave before Ron had a chance to talk to her. Hermione's husband-in-name has recently been making it a habit of blaming his horrid luck with his dating life on her. After hearing his complaints the last time, Hermione wasn't surprised the dates dried up when Ron expected his fame to do most of the work for him.

Fame definitely opened the doors to the first date, but having a personality was necessary to get the second. Ron had made fame his whole personality.

Hermione appeared in the yard with a soft pop and immediately knew this wasn't going to plan. She apparated right in front of Ron and his surprise guest, Bill.

"Bill...," Hermione remembered what Fleur claimed her husband knew, "How are you?"

"Granger," Ron spat.

"Hello, Ronald," Hermione sighed before looking at Bill again. He seemed to be a little more haggard than usual, but overall, fine. "I... Do you know?"

Bill grimaced before nodding.

Hermione wanted to defend Harry but knew it would only make it worse. It was best to keep any words to herself when she was blatantly cheating on his brother.

"I'm sure you understand if I don't want to speak to you, Hermione."

Hermione flinched, expecting Bill's anger but still unpleasant to hear. "I'll get out of your way. I'm sorry."

Before she could apparate, Bill cursed under his breath and said, "Go see Fleur if you have the chance."

Hermione stared at him for a second and popped away wordlessly. She appeared in the Black home's living room and sat down on the couch with her mind whirling. There wouldn't be many reasons Bill would tell Hermione to visit his wife, and most of them weren't desirable.

That was how Ginny found Hermione when she flooed in. Sitting on the couch while staring blankly at the wall.

"Hermione? Where's James?"

Hermione had told Harry to take James and spend time with her parents. Instead of answering Ginny's question, Hermione said, "Fleur might be pregnant."

"What?"

"Bill told me to visit her," Hermione looked lost, "He didn't say it directly, but he's implying it, right?"

Ginny shifted on her feet. Harry's actions strained her relationship with Bill, so she hadn't talked to him in a few weeks. The thought of phlegm of all people having her husband's child turned her stomach. It made Harry's indiscretion all too permanent instead of something forgotten in the past. Plus, she realized how idiotic it was to forget about the possibility of Fleur getting seeded.

Ginny was tempted to join Hermione on the couch and sit in stunned silence, but that was never something she was good at.

"Let's go."

Hermione looked at Ginny in confusion.

"We need to get dressed," Ginny huffed, "I'm coming with you to see the slag, but I intend for us to look our best."

"Oh," Hermione muttered, "Okay."

Ginny pulled Hermione to their bedroom and said, "Remember that WE are the ones living with Harry. Don't let her get under your skin when we talk to her. It doesn't matter if that slut is pregnant or not. It's us that have the control."

Hermione wanted to believe her, but Harry would never let a child of his grow up not knowing him. She loved that about Harry and agreed with his views, but having Fleur involved wasn't in Hermione's interest.

"We'll see about that, Ginny," Hermione muttered.

To Hermione's confusion, the clothes she and Ginny wore weren't special. It was something they would wear when lounging around the house, though a little more revealing.

"Trust me," Ginny said while looking at herself in the mirror, "Wearing something expensive isn't going to work here. Phlegm is used to that. We have to show her that we were relaxing with our Harry and didn't change before visiting her. And that v-neck shows off those tits you got after having James."

Hermione had been nodding along until the end when she smiled proudly. Her tits were something she quite admired these days, and with Harry's obsession with them, he felt the same.

Ginny clapped her hands, "Alright! Let's go!"

Hermione hoped that all this was just needless worrying, but when she stepped out at Shell Cottage from the fireplace, she knew they were fucked. Fleur had a glow around her that quite literally radiated happiness.

"'Ermione! Ginny! I'm so 'appy to see you 'ere!"

"Are you?" Ginny sneered as she took in the effortless beauty her sister-in-law exuded.

Hermione was more than willing to let Ginny take the lead. However, she questioned the redhead's decision to come here wearing something so plain, especially since Fleur was wearing a stunning babydoll dress. Hermione was comfortable with her body and was proud that Harry drooled over her, but even then, Fleur looked out of this world.

It might have been Hermione's imagination, but Fleur's already large breasts looked just that slightest bit fuller. The brunette had seen Fleur wearing the dress before, and the cleavage it revealed seemed to be more than usual. It could be some sort of support spell that enhanced the look of Fleur's breasts, but that was highly unlikely. Hermione had heard the vain Veela rant about how she didn't need anything to make her beauty artificial.

"'Ermione, please, take a seat. I'll get somezing for you to drink."

Ginny had already claimed a seat for her own and was shooting glares at Fleur while Hermione sat down next to her. This was already going terribly.

"So," Fleur yelled from the kitchen, "Bill must 'ave told."

"No, he didn't," Ginny growled, "He was vague and cryptic."

"Oh, zat silly man. Zis is great news for everyone!" Fleur floated back into the room with a glass in each hand. "Plus, it is nice to know zat she will 'ave company if I am right about you two!"

Hermione sighed in resignation while Ginny squirmed in her seat.

"Fleur, just tell us. Are you expecting?" Hermione asked even though she already knew the answer.

Fleur had taken the love seat in front of them after placing the glasses on the table. She had a broad smile that dazzled Hermione as she squealed, "Yes! I am so 'appy!"

Hermione's shoulders slumped slightly in resignation as Ginny let out an audible growl.

"I always knew Bill made a horrible mistake marrying you."

Fleur waved off Ginny, "Come now, Ginerva. Jealousy is not a good look for you. We are to be sisters! For true zis time."

Hermione marveled at how easily Fleur was able to rile up Ginny. She thought it was curious that the redhead readily accepted other women around Harry, but Fleur was an exception. Hermione might not be a fan of hers either, but it was already too late. Once Harry realized that the Veela was carrying his child, Fleur would be a permanent fixture in some sort of manner.

"Ginny," Hermione cut in, seeing her about to blow, "Maybe I should talk to Fleur alone. You know, just like I do, the best way forward is to avoid a shouting match."

"Fine!" Ginny glared at Fleur, "I'm going to let my husband know what's going on."

Fleur gave the redhead a brilliant smile, "Wonderful! 'Arry would love to 'ear about zis! Please, let 'im know zat zis is only ze start!"

Ginny clenched her fists before scoffing and storming out of the house. Hermione and Fleur watched her floo out before looking at each other.

"I never thought you would be a homewrecker, Fleur."

Fleur's lips quirked in amusement, "'Ow Is zat somezing you can say wiz a straight face?"

"I was invited to join," Hermione said without missing a beat, "And my husband is an absolute pillock, unlike yours."

"Bill is very 'appy about zis," Fleur said casually, "I will always love my 'usband, but as long as 'e is unwilling to do 'is duties, I will be going to 'Arry for more children."

Hermione is suddenly reminded of Ron when he asks Harry for more money. Fleur is just as shameless in a different way. As for Bill being happy, Hermione wasn't sure about that. He didn't look particularly devastated when she saw him earlier, nor did he look happy. If anything, Hermione thought he looked resigned, like Professor Lupin did. Beat down by life and seeing nothing better in the future.

"And what makes you think Harry would be willing to have more children with you? Especially with what you did last time."

"If 'e wants to be in my child's life, then 'Arry will do as I ask."

Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation, "Fleur, do you really think blackmail is going to work with Harry?

""So?" Fleur shrugged her slender shoulders, "I will not need it. 'Arry enjoyed making zis baby, so I'm sure 'e will be eager to do so again."

Hermione leaned back and took another look at Fleur, this time without the tint of hostility. She knew that the Veela wasn't this obstinate. Hermione sensed that she was more nervous than she let on, and acting like a vapid fool was a sort of defense mechanism. Her eyes darted to the window and decided to ask the real questions.

"Let's say that you might be right. How does Bill fit into this? I might be 'married' to Ron, but I certainly don't consider him my husband anymore. You clearly said you are still in love with Bill."

"And I always will be," Fleur said firmly, "But we 'ave talked and come to an understanding. My children will favor me greatly, wiz my Veela side overpowering 'Arry's contributions. Bill will love zem as 'is own. As long as I do not flaunt my affair with 'Arry in front of 'im, my 'usband will be fine."

Hermione blinked and understood why Bill looked as he did.

"I would like it if we could be friends, 'Ermione. Zis did not start well, but it does not 'ave to stay ze same."

"And what of Ginny? I saw what you did earlier. Don't tell me you didn't push her buttons on purpose."

"True," Fleur admitted with an impish smile, "But Ginny 'as never like me. She will come around if we are friends."

Hermione hummed in agreement and said, "I don't mind that, but it'd depend on if you can convince Harry."

"Good! Zat I 'ave no doubts about."

"Is that right, Fleur?"

The beautiful Veela gasped at the deep voice behind her and turned her neck to see bright green eyes staring right at her.

"'Arry! When did you get here?"

Harry moved to sit next to Hermione and wrapped an arm around the brunette. "A few minutes ago. Right before you talked about Bill."

Fleur fidgeted in her seat and tried to see how Harry felt. It honestly shouldn't matter since her goal of getting pregnant was already accomplished. Still, a large part of Fleur wanted, no, needed to know if Harry would be up for a repeat. Fleur still wanted the best of the best for her future children.

"It's hard to forget what you did, Fleur. You used my boy as a way to gain my trust before lying to get what you wanted. I'd be a fool to fall in bed with you again."

Fleur made to defend herself, but Harry put up a hand to stop her. "But I can feel the connection with the baby you're carrying." Harry's eyes softened significantly, "She's mine."

Hermione could already see the outcome of this. She gently squeezed the arm around her in support.

Little James was going to have three new siblings.

[Break]

Ginny's anger was disappearing. Hermione knew that for a fact, but the redhead still acted like she couldn't stand Fleur when she came over. The brunette supposed that it was Ginny's pride at this point.

It had only been a week since they discovered that Fleur was carrying, and not a single day had gone by without the platinum-blonde witch visiting Grimmauld Place. Surprisingly, Fleur hadn't tried to become intimate with Harry yet. She seemed far more focused on spending time with James, often being seen cooing at the baby in her arms as she lounged around. If Fleur was trying to get in Harry's and Hermione's good graces, it was indeed working as expected.

Everyone knew that it was something Fleur did on purpose. It was too obvious not to, but that didn't matter.

"'E finally went to sleep," Fleur walked into the library, "Zat boy is far too active!"

Hermione didn't look up from her book and said, "And there'll be three more pretty soon. Harry better be ready for the consequences of what he did to us."

Fleur squeezed into the chair Hermione was sitting on. The brunette flinched at the unexpected contact and yelped, "Fleur! This chair is meant for one person!"

"Zat, I know," Fleur said while pressing her soft curves against Hermione's, "I zink it 'as been long enough, yes? I need some release, 'Ermione. 'Arry seems to still avoid me, so you will 'ave to 'elp."

Hermione wasn't aware that Harry was avoiding Fleur, especially since he was cautiously optimistic about Fleur when she wasn't around.

"Really?" Hermione asked with disbelief while batting away Fleur's hand, "It didn't seem like that for me." When the Veela tried it again, Hermione bluntly said, "It'd be better to try this with Ginny. I'm only with women when Harry is involved, and even then, it's usually an accidental touch."

"Good," Fleur said with a glint in her eyes, "I want zat man inside me, and if 'e walks in to see my tongue deep inside your cunt, I bet 'e will fuck me."

Hermione looked at Fleur in shock, with some admiration hidden underneath. The blonde knew what she wanted and would do what was needed to get it.

"And what about your claim that you still love Bill? You clearly don't need to sleep with Harry if you are pregnant."

"'Ermione! 'Ow can you say zat? I will need to make sure I am compatible wiz 'Arry often. Bill will know I still love 'im even if I am in 'Arry's bed every week."

What made this weirder for Hermione was that Fleur looked like she believed what she was saying. It sounded like a lot of nonsense, but it wasn't Hermione's marriage, so she put it aside.

"That's nice," Hermione returned to her book, "But it still won't convince me."

Fleur simply kept grinning at her.

When Harry came home, it was far too quiet. The first thing he did was check the nursery and saw a tiny brown-haired boy sleeping peacefully. The next place was the bedroom, usually where Ginny lounged if she was alone. But nobody was there.

That left the library, Hermione's favorite haunt.

The second Harry's foot passed the doorway, the gasps and moans filling the library became audible. It was extremely rare for Hermione to have some fun with Ginny without him, but Harry was glad they were. His loves getting closer was only a good thing for him. However, Harry's mouth dropped when he saw the pale globes of Fleur's firm arse swaying in the air with her face buried between Hermione's legs.

His oldest friend held Fleur's long hair in a ponytail as she kept the Veela's mouth attached to her cunt. Harry shifted his legs to readjust the rapidly hardening cock and quietly walked toward the two women.

It was hell for him the past week as Fleur regularly appeared in his home in skimpy dresses that hid nothing. Her natural beauty was somehow highlighted by the prospective motherhood, and Harry had to pretend like he had nothing to do with it.

Not only did he not want to set off his wife and best friend turned lover by crossing the line with Fleur, Harry clearly remembered the platinum-blonde witch saying she was still in love with Bill. He was perfectly fine acting like Fleur's stud, but it was torture not being able to fuck her like he wished as she sauntered around in form-fitting clothes.

Well, seeing her bare arse perfectly positioned for Harry to mount, it looked like he would get his wish after all. His robes slipped off his body as Harry freed his cock from its constraints. Hermione heard the soft sounds of the robes falling on the floor and opened her eyes to see Harry staring greedily at Fleur's round arse.

Hermione mentally congratulated Fleur for getting what she wanted and closed her eyes again to focus on the wonderful feeling of the hot blonde slurping on her cunt.

The said blonde rubbed her nose into Hermione's clit while curling her tongue inside her pussy when she heard Harry say, "Is this for me? Or should I leave you two alone?"

Hermione made a sound of disappointment when Fleur left her pussy to turn around. Harry's cock twitched in excitement at seeing the Veela chin shining with Hermione's juices.

"It is yours, 'Arry... as long as you 'ave forgiven me for what I did."

Harry should be mad that Fleur was using her body as a sort of incentive, but his girls had already forgiven the blonde. Hermione was somehow willing to have Fleur eat her out, so that was obvious, and Ginny just needed more time to accept Fleur's place in their lives. Though, Harry wasn't too sure what her place was, to be honest. That, however, could be figured out after he fucked Fleur to his satisfaction.

A sharp crack filled the room, accompanied by Fleur's squeal. A faint red handprint could be seen on the pale skin of her arse as it jiggled from the hit.

"Done, you're forgiven, Fleur. But you still have to pay for the transgression."

"Yes, 'Arry," Fleur moaned when Harry ran his cock along her tightly-sealed pussy, "Whatever you want."

A gasp left the Veela's lips when Harry buried his cock deep inside her pussy in one thrust with his hands gripping her wide hips.

"Oh, it's not just me, Fleur," Harry rolled his hips while pressed up to her arse, "My loves will enjoy your sinful body too."

Hermione chose that time to pull Fleur's mouth back to her pussy in perfect coordination. Harry grinned as the brunette took charge of the gorgeous Veela and rubbed her pussy all over her face.

Harry pulled back and snapped his hips forward, meeting Fleur's arse with a loud smack, making her wail into Hermione's cunt.

"Harry," The brunette moaned, "Do that again."

Harry obediently did, repeating the thrust and shunting Fleur's body into Hermione. He smiled at the whorish moans leaving Hermione's lips and moved his hands from Fleur's hips to her full tits. As Harry's fingers sank into her soft flesh, he immediately noticed a difference from the last time he felt them. The Veela's tits were already large enough to spill between his fingers, but it felt just a tiny bit bigger.

Harry pulled out and fucked back inside while pinching her pink nipples and didn't stop after one thrust. He had mounted Fleur like she was his bitch and supported her body by her tits, rutting down into her frantically with the sole purpose of getting himself to completion.

Until Ginny accepted her presence, Harry intended to use Fleur purely for his own pleasure. It'll incentivize the blonde to get his wife on board. Unfortunately for Harry's plan, Fleur got off far too easily for it to be possible.

Hermione shrieked when Fleur started screaming into her pussy. Harry grunted in surprise when Fleur's pussy spasmed around his cock. While he would usually fuck right through it, Harry did the unthinkable and pulled out.

"'AARIIIII!" Fleur's pussy sprayed out a gush of clear fluid onto the floor with no cock in the way. When she came down from her high and shuddered on her knees, Harry returned to her cunt.

"Merde!"

Fleur's face went slack when Harry's cock spread her sensitive pussy. Each of his thrusts ended with his full balls smacking into her stinging clit. Harry's hips crashing into her jiggling arsecheeks rang through the room as he relentlessly chased his orgasm.

Hermione watched her child's father use the stunning woman roughly with lidded eyes. She had thoughts of using Fleur's talented mouth again but had a feeling that might best be saved for later. Harry's attention to her pussy hinted at what he had planned, especially if this was some sort of 'punishment' for Fleur.

When Fleur started shaking her head and her knees lost their strength to hold her ass up, Harry pulled out of her again. He left Fleur to release another spray of femcum onto the floor while he moved to Hermione with a cock about to explode.

"If you can hear me, Fleur, this is part of your punishment. The cum you so desperately want, you'll never have in your cunt until you convince Ginny you deserve it. Until then, I'll have Hermione and Ginny take my loads that you worked so hard to get out."

Fleur made a weak sound of protest when Harry pushed Hermione's legs up but could only watch as he penetrated the brunette to the hilt.

Harry kissed Hermione softly as he shot wave after wave of cum deep into her pussy. After his balls were empty, Harry made a last thrust to clear his shaft of any cum and pulled out.

"Zis is not fair!"

Harry looked down at the full-breasted, thin-waisted, and wide-hipped woman looking teary. His cock twitched again, even though he had just come.

"If you want a taste, you can slurp it out of Hermione."

Hermione squealed as her toes curled when Fleur started digging the cum out of her pussy with her tongue.

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