Wait, She’s the Collateral? Ch.4 (Harry Potter)

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Summary: Fleur’s actions have consequences. Harry isn’t pleased to find out that he had been duped into acting as a stud, and Fleur learns that it wasn’t the best idea to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. Ginny and Hermione have something to say about Harry's mistake.

A/N: Poll winner

Harry shuddered in satisfaction as the last drops of his cum settled into the depths of Fleur’s pussy. It truly was one of the best places for his cock to be in.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER!”

Harry flinched out of Fleur, much to her annoyance, as he was reminded of Ginny being in the room. The look on her pretty freckled face told Harry that whatever she was angry about would not be easy to fix.

“I did everything to make sure you were happy! I even let Hermione into our relationship! And you still went ahead and fucked this-this HARLOT!?”

Harry could have sworn he heard a scoff from the silver-haired beauty behind him. However, he had no time to pay attention to Fleur.

“Gin, what’re you talking about? You’re the one who told Fleur it was okay! I swear I wouldn’t have touched her if you didn’t. I’m more than happy with you and Hermione!”

Ginny was about to lay into what she thought were pathetic lies before a baby’s cry ringed down from the room upstairs. She glared down Harry’s motion of moving to comfort James before saying, “I’ll be talking with Hermione about this, Harry. I don’t think I can stand the sight of you right now. Get this slut out of my house… or don’t and leave with her.”

Harry watched in stunned silence as Ginny stomped up the stairs before slowly turning and looking at a suspiciously pleased Fleur.

“Do you mind explaining what just happened?”

Harry’s question was rhetorical since he already had a good idea of what happened. Fleur lied about everything, and her sudden desire to become his friend made more sense. Harry would have loved to add the former Delacour as another notch on his bedpost previously, but ‘previously’ was the keyword.

After James was born, all Harry wanted to do was grow his little family with Hermione and Ginny and forget about everything else. Well, that little desire was crushed by his traitorous cock when Fleur offered herself. Harry didn’t even bother waiting to talk to Ginny before jumping Fleur and ensuring she had a good helping of his cum deep inside her womb.

“Please, ‘Arry. Don’t tell me a little white lie was bad. Didn’t you enjoy what we did?”

The depressing part of all this was that Harry couldn’t deny that he enjoyed sampling Fleur’s scrumptious body. Even now, after getting yelled at by Ginny, Fleur was reclining on the sofa with no care or shame. Her large, perky breasts still shone from the fucking she endured, and her pussy was still leaking a steady amount of his cum.

Harry did his best to ignore all that. “I have a beautiful wife that’s a wildcat in bed, and a lover that gave birth to my first child. Do you think I’d risk all that for a simple fuck?”

Fleur snorted, somehow making even that sound sexy, and said, “I am no simple fuck, ‘Arry, and you know it. Ginerva will learn to share you wiz me, so ‘ow about you pump more of your jizz into my cunt and make sure I’m bred? Zat is what we both want, no?”

Harry twitched with the effort needed to keep his cock from answering Fleur’s call. That traitorous part of his body had already put him underwater, and he wasn’t about to double down and ruin any chance of fixing this situation.

Fleur gasped when her clothes were thrown onto her face, and she found herself elevated off the couch. She yelped when she was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor before uncovering her face to glare at Harry.

He was unphased, simply saying, “Leave within your own power before the wards do it for you. I promise the latter will be very unpleasant.”

“You-You are giving zis up?” Fleur exclaimed while waving her hand over her stunning body.

Harry took another look at the curves that were under him just minutes ago and said with no regrets, “Yes. Trust is everything to me, and you made me break my wife’s trust. That is unacceptable.”

It felt so hypocritical for Harry to say that sentence, but it somehow felt right at the moment. He couldn’t say he was the paragon of trust and fidelity, but Harry had always made sure that everyone involved was in the know. Never did he fuck a woman without clearly laying out what she should expect from him, and never was Ginny kept in the dark. Fleur had made him break that, even though a large part of the blame lay on Harry’s head.

As he watched Fleur’s heart-shaped ass sway out of the room and to the floo, Harry’s mind went to his fiery wife that was currently comforting his child that came from another woman…. That was a sentence Harry never imagined even thinking a little over a year ago.

With Fleur flooing out behind him, Harry hastily put on his clothes and climbed the stairs to see Ginny gently rocking James in her arms. For a woman who didn’t want to have a baby, she sure stepped into the role of a sometimes-mother without effort.

Harry was still sometimes surprised by how lucky he got with Ginny. She was just his best mate’s sister for so long that Harry suspected he was dosed with love potions when he was actually attracted to her. That was quickly proven wrong by an amused Madam Pomfrey. It left Harry with the realization that Ginny Weasley was the witch he desired.

With gorgeous bright copper hair, an athletic body with curves in the right places, and a stunning face with expressive brown eyes, Ginny was a catch, and she knew it. That was why Harry was shocked when she gave him permission to sleep with other women. It brought up immediate suspicions that Ginny was cheating on him, or that it was an odd form of an apology since she didn’t want to start a family. Turned out that Harry’s wife was just a freak in bed and wanted other women to join in.

It was fun while it lasted, but after Hermione joined, Harry sensed that she wasn’t as comfortable as Ginny with bringing others in. He wasn’t sure how they came to an unspoken agreement, but Ginny stopped bringing in new girls, and Harry didn’t go looking for any either, though that was rare even before Hermione.

Their little honeymoon phase lasted longer than expected, with Hermione, Harry, and Ginny falling into the new relationship with surprising ease. Fleur and Harry’s cock ruined all of that.

“Gin… I’m sorry.”

Ginny gave him a blank stare and slowly put James back in his crib before walking away. Harry saw her motion to follow and trailed after her. They arrived in their shared bedroom with Hermione before Ginny asked, “I heard everything, but that still gives you no excuse. What were you thinking?”

With an uncomfortable shrug, Harry said, “I wasn’t. I took Fleur on her word that you gave her permission and went with it.”

“You mean you wanted to fuck that slut so bad that you didn’t stop and think how our relationship changed in the past year.”

Harry wouldn’t say it like that, but that was pretty much what happened.

Ginny rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Why Fleur? Does my brother know?”

Harry froze at the reminder of Bill. If Fleur lied about Ginny, didn’t it also mean that it was possible Bill didn’t know what his wife had planned? Harry didn’t have anything against Bill. Unlike Ron, Bill didn’t use him for money or anything of the sort.

“Merlin… Fleur said that Bill knew, but now I’m not sure if that’s true.”

Ginny rubbed her eyes in frustration, “I always knew that slag was bad news. Ron is a right prat to Hermione, and even my family could begrudgingly accept what happened, but Bill is a different story. He’s one of the favorites... my favorite. Harry, I won’t forgive you if he’s hurt over this.”

Harry felt his body fill with panic. It must have shown because Ginny immediately said, “Oh, calm down, you idiot. I’m not leaving you over this.”

Harry’s relief must have been noticeable because Ginny couldn’t help but smile. Even though Harry had acted like a dunce, it was nice to know that he loved her enough to worry about her leaving.

The sound of the floo coming to life alerted them that someone had just arrived. Harry quickly said, “I didn’t invite anyone.”

“I know,” Ginny replied while walking downstairs, “I told Hermione to come home.”

She had a smirk at Harry’s whispered curses. Ginny knew that her reaction to seeing Harry fuck Fleur might be tame compared to Hermione’s. Even though the brunette beauty was considered a mistress, Hermione was far more possessive of Harry than Ginny was. Ginny even noticed a few jealous stares when Harry spent too much time with her. It might have become a problem if Harry hadn’t used that jealousy to spice up their sex life.

Ginny stepped into the living room to see Hermione standing there with her arms crossed. It was obvious that the brunette was livid beyond measure.

“Ginny,” Hermione said with feigned calm, “Is James alright? I hope he wasn’t neglected when Harry was fucking his whore.”

Harry flinched, he supposed that he deserved that, but it hurt to hear one of his loves imply that he neglected his son.

Ginny wanted to cool down the bottle of rage that was Hermione. She hugged her, kissed the corner of her mouth, and said, “Looks like it’s not as bad as I thought. Harry still screwed up, but it’s not all his fault.”

Hermione glanced at Ginny and looked back to Harry, asking him to explain. After listening to Harry, Hermione said, “I’m almost in love with Ginny, and she’s actually your wife. I get jealous that you spend too much time with her even with that. Why would you go and fuck some other woman when you know that? Are we not enough for you?”

Harry would have preferred Hermione to scream and yell at him. Looking at her disappointed stare and hearing her resigned tone was one of the worst feelings Harry experienced. He was prepared to do whatever he could to make this right.

Ginny’s eyes bounced between Hermione and Harry as she wondered why she didn’t feel as devastated as Hermione clearly did. Was it because there had been plenty of women that shared their bed? Or maybe it was because Ginny knew that Harry would drop anyone other than Hermione if she asked. It wasn’t that big of a deal that Harry fucked Fleur, just that he did it when they silently agreed to keep anyone new out of their relationship.

Hermione obviously felt different. She was genuinely shocked that Harry’ cheated’ on them. It was sheer hypocrisy that Hermione felt that way when she was still married to Ron, but that was only because of how magical marriages worked. When she decided to have Harry’s baby, Hermione considered herself exclusive to Harry, with Ginny added in as part of the package.

After hearing Harry explain himself, Hermione looked at Ginny and asked, “You’re fine with it? Just because Fleur apparently lied, Harry choosing to fuck someone else is alright?”

“No, but it’s our mistake to not lay out what is expected from each other.” Ginny hoped that Harry saw what she was trying to do. Even though she was furious at him for doing this, Ginny knew that her anger would go away soon enough. Hermione might be different, so her job was to make sure she forgave Harry. Otherwise, he would mope around until Hermione got over what had happened.

“Harry and I are used to bringing other women into our bed. It’s only when Harry got you did we change. I’m not sure if you noticed, but Harry adores you, Hermione.”

Hermione’s anger was pierced through by those words. She noticed that Harry loved to shower both of his women with affection, leaving them wanting for nothing. That didn’t exactly excuse him from fucking another woman, but Hermione also didn’t want to deprive herself of Harry’s touch, especially when Ginny already seemed to have moved past it.

“I don’t want you seeing any other woman, Harry. I left Ron because he was too immature for me, and I refused to start a family with him because of it. Then you went and did something like this! I won’t want the father of my baby to be controlled by his dick.”

Ginny felt she couldn’t have said it any better. She added, “Let me just say that we’re no longer in an open relationship. No other women, Harry. It’s just going to be Hermione and me. Agreed?”

Harry wanted to praise Merlin for how easily he got off. That didn’t mean he would do something like this again in the hope of getting forgiven so easily, but he was just thankful that he wouldn’t be on the couch.

Almost eagerly, Harry accepted it, “Agreed. I don’t know what came over me anyway. Fleur just started talking about babies, and the next thing I know, I was… you know.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Harry saw that and shook his head, “No, I wasn’t under the allure. I shook it off before everything happened.” Harry then shrugged, “I guess it was just a moment of weakness.”

Ginny hummed in agreement and said, “So who was better? Fucking the slag, or fucking us?”

“Ginny!”

“What? You can’t tell me you aren’t curious, Hermione!”

Harry cleared his throat and looked away, “I’m not sure how to answer that. I guess I couldn’t really compare?”

When he got two angry sets of eyes glaring at him, Harry backtracked, “I didn’t mean better! Really, I don’t think I could compare it. With Fleur, I was fueled by… lust is the best word. With you two, it’s not just sex. There are other feelings involved.”

Hermione and Ginny felt somewhat flattered by this, but that was quickly crushed by the annoyance that rose right after.

“So,” Hermione said slowly, “Are you saying that we can’t do what Fleur can?”

“Yes, Harry,” Ginny joined in mockingly, “You don’t feel lust when you’re with us?”

Harry rubbed his face in frustration, “You both know that’s not what I meant!”

“No, I don’t think I do. In fact, I want to get rid of the slag’s scent of your cock, and what better way is there than replacing it with ours. I mean, unless Hermione wants to sit this one out?”

Hermione had a determined look that never failed to turn Harry on. She said, “That’s a great idea. Count me in.”

Ginny smirked and took out her wand to banish Harry into the loveseat. While he landed with a grunt, Ginny called Kreacher and told him to watch over James before casting the silencing spell to block sounds from reaching upstairs.

“Now,” Ginny said while shrugging off her outer robes to reveal the form-fitting jumper she had underneath, “Let’s teach Harry why the slag wasn’t anything special.”

Hermione followed suit and walked in unison with Ginny to a gaping Harry. This took a turn he didn’t expect. They went from being angry at him to wanting to fuck him to get rid of Fleur’s scent… Harry wasn’t going to complain. This was much better than getting cut off as punishment.

Hermione shrugged off her coat and pulled off her sweater before dropping it on the floor. She was leaving a trail of clothes that led to the loveseat, but Harry’s eyes were glued to her full breasts, which were covered in a dark blue bra... for a few seconds. The bra followed the rest of Hermione’s clothes on the floor to reveal full breasts with dark pink nipples standing to attention.

“Merlin, look at those jugs! I’d ask Harry to knock me up just to get myself some.”

Hermione wanted to say something snarky, proud that she had bigger tits than Ginny. But before she could, Harry pulled her down to seat her on his lap before looking at his amused wife.

“I wouldn’t mind making that happen. Just say the word.”

Ginny watched Harry wrap his arms around Hermione’s waist and nuzzle into her soft tits. She felt her pussy tingle at how natural he made it look. Ginny always did have a thing for watching Harry take what he deserved. It was probably the reason she let him go and fuck the sluts that were salivating after his cock.

She absentmindedly stripped off her clothes before moving to join her husband and his mistress. Another thing that made her pussy tingle. Ginny ignored that unopened can of worms and pulled Harry off Hermione’s tit. Her nipple left his mouth with a pop from the suction before Ginny moved in and kissed Harry, with Hermione watching from the side.

Ginny moaned into Harry’s mouth while fighting with his tongue. She wanted to show him that the slag wasn’t the only one that knew how to fuck. Besides, she had a feeling that the novelty of fucking a Veela might have had something to do with Harry’s decision.

Ginny pulled away from the kiss, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting their lips before breaking it by slurping it down her throat.

“Merlin,” Hermione breathed out, “That was hot.”

Ginny licked her lips and gripped Hermione’s chin before bringing her down to give her the same treatment.

Harry felt his cock stiffening under Hermione’s arse. It wasn’t often that Hermione and Ginny kissed. Even when they did, it was usually a quick peck that ended before it began. What they were doing now went far beyond kissing. They looked as if neither could enough of the other’s taste, their tongues intertwining as they swapped spit. Harry pushed his cock into Hermione’s firm arse to dry-hump her while she went at it with his wife. His hands went from her hips to her full tits, cupping them in his palms while pinching her nipples.

Hermione separated from Ginny with one last lick of the redhead’s swollen lips. She ground her arse against Harry’s hard cock as she leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked on with lidded eyes as Ginny got off the love seat and kneeled in-between Harry’s legs.

Ginny vanished all the remaining clothes on their bodies with a little wandwork before throwing her wand to the side. She wrinkled her nose at Harry’s cock, which she would never do normally.

“I forgot that the slag’s cunt left its juices on you.”

When Hermione saw it, she moved to get rid of it with a cleaning charm, but Ginny stopped her.

“I did say that we should get rid of the whore’s scent, and using magic would be cheating, wouldn’t it?”

Much to Harry’s displeasure, Hermione stopped moving her hips. She gaped at Ginny when the redhead slowly swallowed Harry’s cock into her mouth. It was something Hermione never truly understood about Ginny. She always seemed to be extra randy when there was evidence that Harry fucked Hermione, and it apparently applied to anyone else he had fucked, even if that someone was a girl Ginny disliked.

Ginny smiled around Harry’s cock as she took it deep enough to tickle the entrance of her throat. Hermione was still sitting on Harry’s cock, rubbing her leaking pussy on his shaft, making it impossible for Ginny to give Harry use of her throat. With her mouth sucking on the top part of his cock, and Hermione’s pussy using the rest, Ginny decided the best use of her hands was to play with his heavy balls.

She swallowed the leftover pussy juice Fleur left on her husband’s cock and the precum Harry leaked into her mouth. Ginny’s hands juggled the balls filled with delicious cum as she shuddered at feeling the cumtanks that seeded Hermione’s womb. Ginny thought about taking Harry’s offer to knock her up for a brief second, but she got a better idea when she saw Hermione leaking cunt. James should still have a little sibling, but Ginny wasn’t the only woman in Harry’s life. Hermione was here to help in these kinds of situations.

Harry devoured Hermione’s mouth while his wife sucked on his cock, but feeling the cold air hitting his dick made him angry. Ginny had decided to stop sucking him for some reason, and not only that, but she pulled Hermione off his lap.

“Ginny… I know you’re supposed to be mad at me, but you better have a good reason to stop blowing me.”

Ginny pushed a pouting Hermione to the end of the loveseat before turning to Harry. “I think we should make James a little sibling.”

Harry’s breath hitched, wondering if Ginny was saying what he thought she was.

“Ginny, you mean…?”

Ginny laughed, “I might be. Why don’t you find out?”

There was a moment of stillness before there was a flurry of movement. Harry stood up, throwing Ginny on the loveseat with Hermione right beside her.

Ginny was smiling up at him with a dare in her smile with her legs wide open, giving Harry a clear view of her cleanly shaved pussy. Her tight cunt looked sealed shut, but Harry knew that it only needed his cock to get turned into a perfectly fuckable hole.

Harry pushed Ginny’s legs up and leaned over her while putting the weight of his body on her, letting her know that it was already a point of no return. Ginny moaned while her eyes rolled up when Harry slowly pushed his cock into her pussy.

“You better be ready, Ginny,” Harry whispered when his balls rested on her tight cheeks, “You are the one that suggested it, so I’m not stopping until I know James will have a sibling.”

Ginny glanced at Hermione, who was surprisingly playing with her clit while staring at them and said, “I know. I don’t want you to stop.”

Harry immediately started to fuck her with the sole goal of filling her womb with his cum. His thundering thrusts caused their bodies to crash together, making it look like Harry was trying to break Ginny. The only thing that said otherwise was the redhead’s squeals, barely heard over the sound of Harry’s hips slamming into Ginny’s bright red arse.

While the couple rutted into each other like beasts, Hermione pinched her own nipple harshly while rubbing her pussy and clit as fast as possible. Hermione could still feel the jealousy that came with Harry fucking anyone other than her, but that was overshadowed by the animalistic urge to congratulate her mate for seeding another woman.

Harry had been fucking Ginny like a madman for a few minutes when he felt his balls twitching in need to cum. He wasn’t the only one who realized that either. Ginny could feel Harry’s thrusts getting erratic, more erratic than it already was, while also feeling his cock twitching in her pussy like it was getting ready to blast a load deep inside her.

“I’m almost there, Ginny! It’s about time I fucked a baby into you!”

Ginny swept her hair away from her sticky face before wordlessly reaching out for Hermione. The brunette was confused about what she was being asked to do but figured that Ginny must have a reason to waste so much energy reaching out to her. Hermione moved closer to the frantically fucking couple.

Harry was already close to exploding, but when Ginny pulled Hermione into an open-mouthed kiss, that was the end. He shot his load deep inside his wife while she sloppily kissed his mistress, slamming his cock as deep as possible. Harry already dumped enough cum to impregnate a witch ten times over and had plenty left in his balls. That was why he was furious when Ginny pushed him away and unplugged her pussy.

A few stray shots landed on Ginny’s pussy, and another splattered on her toned midriff. Before Harry could fuck his cock back into his wife, Ginny separated from Hermione to yell, “Inside Hermione! Don’t waste it!”

Harry’s body was running purely on the desires of his cock, and right now, his cock was demanding to have a cunt to tunnel into. Hermione’s was just as good as Ginny’s.

Hermione gasped into Ginny’s mouth when she felt a large invader stretching her pussy. She had felt this plenty of times when Harry fucked her. Still, it was the first time that the first thrust was accompanied by a flood of cum that immediately started to fill her pussy to the brim.

The two women moaned into each other’s lips as Harry shot his remaining cum into Hermione. Only when her pussy was leaking cum did Harry pull out and settle in-between his women on the loveseat.

“What the hell was that?”

Ginny laughed weakly at Harry’s amazed tone. “That was you possibly knocking both of us up at the same time.”

“That’s nice,” Hermione abruptly, “But it made me feel like I was just there for Harry to dump his cum into.”

Ginny patted Hermione’s cheek patronizingly, “You really are smart, aren’t you.”

Hermione huffed and looked away with a red face. She could still feel the aftershocks of the orgasm that hit her when Harry came inside her. It was depressingly easy for Harry to bring her to the peak.

“So,” Ginny asked, “You want to answer how we compared to Fleur now?”

“There’s nothing to compare,” Harry said immediately, “She was nothing compared to either of you.”

“There we go,” Ginny nodded, giving him a quick kiss, “The next time we ask you if a slag can compare to us, that’s what you say.”

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