Harry's Bucket List - Chapter 22

Summary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he’s going out, then Merlin be damned, he’d go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn’t ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.

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Chapter 22: We Just Got A Letter

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS WORK ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

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Renting the room at the mountain resort had to be, in Harry’s opinion at least, the best bloody decision he ever made in his life. Did it cost him a fuck ton of gold to procure a room so close to the holidays? Certainly. Did he regret it? 

The drunken giggles of both Cammi and Tonks drew his eye to where the two beauties were currently waist-deep in the balcony hot tub, their naked wet bodies on full display as they alternated between playfully kissing and groping one another. The sight of their equally full breasts pressing against each other while Tonks slipped her tongue inside Cammi’s mouth answered that question for him.

Absolutely fucking not.

It was their fourth day at the resort. Hermione had to unfortunately head back home the previous evening, though thankfully her cousins had been long gone by then. The brunette had claimed she wanted to spend a bit more time with her parents before returning to Hogwarts which Harry couldn’t begrudge her for. Thankfully Hermione had been sure to promise both him and Cammi that she planned to stop by the latter’s apartment at least once more after the New Year

It had gladdened Harry immensely to see Hermione and Cammi get along so well these last few days. After the former’s initial reaction to Cammi during the whole photo debacle, Harry had been afraid that Hermione would hold onto a bit of that resentment she initially felt. He had worried over nothing though. Hermione and Cammi had quickly become friends, especially after the older woman had stepped in to defend Hermione from those rapid harpies the girl called cousins.

He frowned at the memory of the two venomous snakes in the mall. To think that Hermione had to deal with them for years! Sure he had to put up with Dudley growing up, but past throwing around the word ‘freak’ and giving him the odd push, the lumbering idiot he called a cousin was little more than a nuisance. Harry Hunting had been about the worst of it, but after he found out about magic Dudley had been sure to steer clear of antagonizing Harry too much, especially after the whole pig-tail incident. He could scarcely imagine what Hermione was put through with those two evil gorgons.

“Oi! Lover boy!”

Tonks’s voice broke through his musings. Looking up, he found the pink-haired minx leaning over the side of the hot tub with her glistening wet breasts pushed out and a leering smirk on her face. 

“Are you just going to sit there and brood all day or are you going to join us?~” The metamorph asked. Behind her, Cammi giggled and wrapped her arms around Tonks’ waist, palming the auror’s tits as she bent down to suckle on her neck.

Tonks’ moan of approval made Harry’s decision for him, and soon enough he was pulling his shirt free as he began to make his way to the steaming tub of water.

He only made it three steps, however, before a knock halted his steps. Looking towards their room door in confusion he asked, “Did either of you order room service?”

Cammi shook her head while Tonks just shrugged. 

“Maybe it’s the manager addressing a noise complaint. We weren’t exactly quiet last night~” The metamorph giggled.

“We?” Cammi scoffed, untangling herself from Tonks’ waist to retrieve the bottle of champagne the two had been passing back and forth over the last hour. “You’re the one who wouldn’t stop screaming while he buggered you!”

Tonks snatched the bottle from Cammi’s grasp right before the tattooed woman could take a sip. “Mmm–don’t think so. My mouth was pretty busy when that happened if you don’t remember!” Tonks shot the other girl a wink before taking a generous swallow of champagne. “Whoever it is Wonder Boy, tell them we’re busy and too fuck off! Oooo unless it’s that hot waitress who brought us our dinner yesterday! She can stay!”

Cammi rolled her eyes and snatched the champagne bottle back from the metamorph.

“Slut.” She teased.

Tonks merely winked back. “You know it babe.”

Harry shook his head in amusement at the two girl’s antics and made to answer the door. Thankfully, the balcony and thus the two naked beauties in the hot tub were obscured from view by the small entryway leading up to the door. Another knock sounded from the wooden fixture just as he unlatched the deadbolt and pulled the door open.

“Oh!” A petite blonde witch squeaked in surprise. It wasn’t the waitress that Tonks had mentioned but she was cute enough Harry supposed. A quick look down revealed she was clad in the resort’s employee uniform.

“Can I help you?” Harry asked.

It was only when the blonde girl blushed a deep red and began to stammer out a reply that Harry realized he was still, in fact, shirtless. Oh well, he mentally shrugged, she’d been the one to interrupt them after all.

“A-Apologies Mr. Potter-” The witch finally spoke with a slightly Swedish accented voice. “-A l-letter arrived for y-you at the front desk.”

She held up a wax-sealed envelope for him to take while her eyes looked everywhere but him. Harry took the letter curiously and made to thank the young woman before, once again, Tonks’ voice interrupted.

“Dear Morgana what is taking you so long Harr- Oh!” Tonks rounded the corner, thankfully covered by a towel, but still very much dripping wet with her large bust nearly popping free from beneath the white fluffy sheet.

Harry watched in amusement as the nameless blonde witch blushed even deeper at the sight of 

Tonks, prompting the metamorph to grin mischievously.

“Oops! Sorry about my clothes love! Me and my friend were just about to shag Lover Boy here in the hot tub before you showed up.” Tonks explained offhandedly as if she was discussing the weather.

The young witch squeaked at the metamorph’s words and locked her eyes down towards her feet. “I-I’m t-terribly sorry for in-interrupting miss!”

Tonks waved the girl off. “Nah! No worries–unless you wanna join that is? Plenty of room!”

Harry spared the girl another moment of embarrassment and quickly shut the door as she began to stammer once more. As soon as the door closed, Tonks broke out in peels of laughter, her towel falling to the ground as she clutched her ribs.

“That was fucking hysterical!” Tonks cried. “She looked like she was about to bloody pass out!”

“You’re terrible, you know that right?” Harry said with a snort.

Tonks giggled and walked up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Absolutely devilish~” She whispered, leaning in to place a lingering kiss against his lips. Harry groaned into the older witch’s mouth as her hand slipped quickly beneath his waistband and wrapped around his stiffened cock. Intinctually he pulled the sexy witch in closer, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue between her lips whilst Tonks gave a whimper in response. 

Her hand had just begun to softly stroke him when Cammi called out from the hot tub.

“Hey you two! Forgetting someone?”

Tonks giggled against Harry’s lips and pulled away. “Never babe! C’mon Lover Boy, someone’s getting impatient.” Harry allowed himself to be pulled away, giving the letter in his hand one last disinterested look before throwing it on the bad as they passed. He’d deal with it later.

The rest of his clothes finally joined his shirt in a pile on the other side of the room. He stepped into the bubbling steamy water just as Cammi pushed her way onto his lap with a teasing smile.

“Enjoying snogging other women Hot Stuff?” She smirked.

“Of course not.” Harry joked back. He wrapped his arms around the tattooed woman’s waist and pulled her closer, her large breasts mere inches away from his face. “It’s simply terrible.”

“Mhm–I can see that.” Cammi hummed, rolling her slit over his hardened cock as if to accentuate her point.

A shift in the water next to him drew his attention as Tonks pushed the bottle of champagne into his hand.

“Drink up! You’re paying for it after all!” Tonks laughed.

Harry huffed playfully but did as he was told, tipping the glass back to take a healthy sip of the golden-coloured liquid within. Cammi and Tonks both gave a little cheer, as the former took the bottle from him and took a drink of her own. Tonks, meanwhile, dipped her head down and pushed their lips together once more. She tasted like a combination of champagne, Cammi’s strawberry lipgloss, and the cigarettes she stole from him earlier, and Harry simply couldn’t get enough. Harry’s cock throbbed against Cammi’s lower lips as he deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around each girl as his veins began to burn with lust. 

Cammi mewled as she began to rock her hips even faster. Her dampened womanhood ground against his shaft, trapping his stiffened rod between her two slickened folds. Tonks broke the kiss at the sounds of Cammi’s pleasure and gave the girl a smirk.

“And you call me a slut! You can’t even sit still on your boyfriend’s lap for five seconds without rubbing your pussy all over his cock!” The pink-haired vixen teased.

“F-Fuck y-you!” Cammi gasped.

“Nuh-uh!” Tonks clicked with her tongue. She moved from Harry’s side to forcibly grab Cammi by the hips to halt her movements. “That’s his job.”

Without another word, Tonks reached down and grabbed his cock, lining him up with Cammi’s entrance at the same time before pushing the other woman down onto his rigid length. He and Cammi both moaned out in pleasure as he filled her sweltering cunt. 

“That’s it~” Tonks purred. “Take that big cock like a good little whore.”

Cammi moaned but said nothing as she began to slowly bounce up and down. The water sloshed with bounce. The small waves only grew bigger as Cammi’s arse recoiled with heavier and heavier slaps. Water splashed onto the deck, but the only sound Harry was concerned about at that point was the breathy moans being driven by the raven-haired beauty atop his cock.

Behind Cammi, Tonks stood alternating between fondling the tattooed sluts bouncing tits and leaning forward to push her tongue deep within Harry’s mouth. The pink-haired minx was a tease through and through, doing so much as to only drive him and Cammi more wild. Their pants of breath grew louder as the slow gentle pace was quickly replaced by harder and more eager thrusts. Harry met Cammi’s hips head-on, slamming his cock into her pussy from below. 

“H-Harder!” Cammi cried, her hips crashing against his in wanton desperation.

Harry grunted and increased the power behind his thrusts. His hips were slamming against her so hard that each one caused the water to practically part in two. Cammi’s moans turned into cries of erotic joy. Her hips thrashed against his own before soon stilling as Harry pounded a shuddering climax from her core. Her entire body stood shocked still for a moment, every nerve in her body seizing at once before an animalistic moan tore from her lips. Harry winced slightly as Cammi’s nails raked across the bare flesh of his chest. With her climax rampaging, she couldn’t control the convulsions of her own body and so was forced to sink her manicured claws into him. Thankfully, her orgasm began to slowly ebb away. Stalling his thrusts, Harry allowed his girlfriend to come down from her high as desperate moans subsided to panting breath.

He only had a moment to rest though as Tonks was suddenly upon him. Her lips crashed against his as Cammi let out a yelp of surprise from being accidentally pushed off his lap by the pink-haired witch’s excitement.

“Oof! Bloody hell Tonks! His cock isn’t going anywhere!” Cammi grumbled.

Tonks broke the kiss with a gasp while her hand latched onto Harry’s length like a vice. “Don’t care. That was really fucking hot and now I’m all worked up.” The metamorph panted. Turning around, she leaned over the opposite side of the hot tub with her tanned arse cheeks held aloft above the water. Her glistening slit peaked out from between the two massive globes as she wiggled her bum back and forth enticingly. “You waiting for a better invitation than this Wonder Boy?” Tonks giggled.

Harry shook his head and stood, water dripping in heavy rivets from his form while his stiffened cock hung heavy, ready to bring the witch before him to a screaming end. The first thing he did though was reach forward and grab two decent handfuls of Tonks’ wonderfully shaped arse. Cammi’s bum was jaw-dropping to be sure and to this day he’d still catch himself mesmerised by the way it shook with every step she took, but Tonks’ was something else. The way it was both soft and supple, yet firm from her years of auror training gave it a nice bounciness that he just couldn’t get enough of.

He gave the metamorph’s arse a squeeze, revelling in the bubbly softness for a moment before landing a firm swat against her right cheek. Tonks giggled and pushed her hips back, throwing him a tongue-in-teeth smile over her shoulder.

“You can play with my bum later Harry. I need your cock inside me already!” She breathed.

Harry clicked his tongue and gave her arse another slap driving a small whimper from Tonks’ lips. “So impatient. Maybe I should punish you instead.”

“Ooo, Mr. Big Bad Chosen One’s threatening to get rough with me? I like it~” Tonks cooed, swaying her hips back and forth against his cock. “What are you gonna do Lover Boy? Spank me? Choke me perhaps? Or are you just all ta-HNG!”

Tonks’ words died on her lips as in one motion Harry buried his cock to the hilt inside her tight backdoor at the same time as he yanked her entire upper body up by a fistful of her hair. He wasted no time in pulling his hips back and slamming back into her constrictive arsehole again and again. There was no gentle rhythm to ease her into it, simply pure, guttural pounding of flesh as he buggered her from behind. With one hand tangled in her hair, Harry supported the rest of her weight by using his other hand to latch onto one of her rippling tits. Her nipple piercing dug into his palm almost painfully with how hard he clung to her breast.

Tonks’ initial cry of pain had morphed quickly into wholly passionate wails of euphoria. He needn’t worry about being gentle with Tonks, not that he was gentle with Cammi either mind you–but where Cammi enjoyed rough sex, Tonks revelled in it. The harder the better until he was borderline breaking her. 

“YES!” Tonks gushed with a throaty moan. “OHHHH FUCCKKK YES! HARDER!”

Harry complied, grunting as he slammed his hips forward with as much power as he could muster. A shift in the water to his right drew his attention as Cammi manoeuvred herself up onto the edge of the hot tub in front of Tonks. The raven-haired woman said nothing as she reached forward and grabbed either side of Tonks’ face, pulling her into a searing kiss whilst the metamorph screamed in sudden climax. Her clamped down around him like a vice, causing Harry to come undone right then and there. He wouldn’t last much longer at this rate but that was of little consequence. His only goal now was his own pleasure and the squealing auror around his cock was the perfect tool for the job. 

He growled quietly in her ear, tugging on her hair even harder as his thrusts turned from steady and powerful to ragged and rough inside her. 

“Gyah~!” Tonks gasped, breaking the kiss with Cammi. The auror’s knees threatened to buckle beneath her as her climax raged, yet Harry’s firm grip held her steady. Her asshole was being practically reshaped by his cock. It was nearly too much for the pink-haired witch and she struggled to hang on despite the myriad of sensations assaulting her body. The only thing she could do was cling to the woman in front of her in a desperate attempt at grounding herself as Harry continued to pound into her from behind.

Salvation came for the older witch as with a ragged grunt of pleasure Harry released inside her. Warmth bloomed in her bowls as jet after jet of hot cum splashed against her inner walls. Tonks groaned in exhaustion, allowing herself to bonelessly fall forward into Cammi’s arms despite Harry’s ironclad hold on her. When his cock finally popped free from her poor abused hole, Tonks was finally able to regain some sense of composure, pulling herself up with a wince as her arse throbbed with soreness.

“Fuck me–I don’t know why I always need to egg you on like that Wonder Boy. You’d think after the first buggering I would’ve learned.” She grumbled.

“You’d think.” Cammi snarked behind her, causing the trio to burst out into a series of light chuckles.

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Hours later, and after a good bit of soothing the soreness in her bum within the hot tub in Tonks’ case, the trio found themselves returning from dinner at the Inn’s restaurant. 

“Tonks for the last time–just because the waitress is nice to us, doesn’t mean you need to invite her back to our room for sex.” Harry sighed as he unlocked their room door with a flick of his wrist.

Tonks ignored his words and bounded into the room, albeit with a slight limp. “Oi you didn’t see the way she was checking us out though! She totally was down for a bit of fun!”

Harry rolled his eyes, not deigning the smirking metamorph with a response as he helped Cammi remove her coat. The raven-haired woman placed a small kiss on his cheek in thanks once her jacket was removed before she sauntered over to their en suite bar to pour a round of drinks. Harry turned to join her but Tonks stopped him.

“Woah, didn’t know you were chummy with the Greengrasses, Harry.” The metamorph called.

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion and turned to spot Tonks holding up the letter her threw on the bed earlier.

“How do you know that’s from the Greengrasses?” He asked.

Tonks tapped the wax seal on the front of the envelope where, sure enough, stood an intricate coat of arms emblazoned with a large ‘G’.

“Mum made me learn the names and symbols of all the snooty pureblood Houses growing up. No clue why, think it was just a habit she couldn’t shake from her time as a Black.” Tonks shrugged as she handed the letter over to Harry.

“Who are the Greengrasses?” Cammi piped up as she approached with a tray of drinks.

“Old Wizarding House. Part of the original twenty-eight families who founded the Wizengamot.” Tonks explained, grabbing a drink from Cammi as she flopped down onto the couch. “They’re a secretive lot. Neutral for the most part and never got mixed up with the Dark Wanker’s lot and the whole pureblood dogma shite as far as the rumours go. Their heiress is supposedly quite the looker too.”

“Daphne?” Harry asked. He recalled the girl mentioning something about having certain duties to her family. Perhaps that’s what she meant?

Tonks face immediately broke out into a wide smirk. “Oho! First name basis with the ‘Ice Queen’, eh? Guess that explains the letter.”

Harry rolled his eyes and joined Tonks on the couch with Cammi following suit. “Down girl. She was my partner for a potions project, nothing more.” He explained.

“Mhm, that’s what they all say.” Cammi joked. “Seriously though, why would this Daphne girl be writing you?”

Tonks quickly shook her head. “Not Daphne. That seal is protected by identity enchantments. Only the current head of House Greengrass could place it there. Cyrus Greengrass himself seems to have taken an interest in Wonder Boy here.”

Harry frowned and studied the wax seal. Using the spell the real Alastor Moody taught him the year prior, he silently checked the letter for any compulsions or potential hexes inlaid within. Finding none, he hesitantly reached forward and broke the seal.

‘To Lord-Apparent of Houses Potter & Black,

We of House Greengrass are pleased to invite you to this year's annual Greengrass Midnight Ball in celebration of the impending New Year. We do hope you will join us for a night of spectacle and camaraderie, something House Greengrass is pertinent in these tumultuous times.

Please respond to this letter via owl with your acceptance as well as the name of your plus one.

Good tidings and a very Happy Holiday to you,

Lord Cyrus Fredrickstein Agnerius De Rolo Greengrass’

“Jeez–and I thought Dumbledore’s names were pretentious.“ Harry grimaced. “That wasn’t what I expected.”

“Yeah, me neither…” Tonks said, narrowing her eyes as she re-read the letter over his shoulder. “Something’s off. I’ve met Cyrus Greengrass before and he’s never this gracious. His personality is about as dry as the bloody Sahara. May I?” She asked, reaching for the letter. Harry complied, sliding the piece of parchment into her hand as the pink-haired witch quickly removed her wand and pressed it into the ink.

“Revelio.” She whispered.

Before their eyes, the words on the page morphed and changed, rewriting themselves into an entirely new arrangement.

“I thought I checked it for enchantments though.” Harry breathed, taking the letter back. “I even used Moody’s spell.”

Tonks shrugged, “That spell looks for dangerous hexes and bewitchments. The old codger wouldn’t need to check for illusion charms with that bloody eye of his.”

That was…fair, Harry supposed. Picking the newly written letter up, he read-

‘Lord Potter,

I shall not mince words for I have neither the time nor patience for such frivolity. The impending war on the horizon changes many things, the plans of House Greengrass among them. The outcome, however, is the only path that matters–something I believe we can both agree on. It is my intention to see which outcome is the lesser evil.

I ask you to meet with me so we may discuss this further. Letters are no place for the words we’ll speak and I doubt you’d take my word on the contrary.

There is no need to respond to this invitation, you will be expected either way, though be warned Lord Potter–House Greengrass has thrived for thousands of years because we learned long ago to adapt. It is in your best interest to ensure we adapt with you.

-Lord Cyrus Greengrass’

“Well…that’s certainly more like him.” Tonks breathed. “Bloody hell, seems like he’s proposing an alliance to me.”

“Yeah, but an alliance of what?” Harry frowned. “What does a man like Cyrus Greengrass gain from reaching out to me like this? I’ve never even met the man!”

“I’m new to all the weird magical politics stuff-” Cammi joined in. “-But this dude seemed like he was going out of his way to make it seem like he had some sort of upper hand. ‘It’s in your best interest to ensure we adapt with you’? I mean blimey! Talk about a fucking ego!”

“That’s pureblood society for you. They’ll make themselves seem gracious and aloof yet half of ‘em are bloody greedy cowards and the other half are backstabbing cunts.” Tonks grimaced. “Cammi’s right though Wonder Boy–Whatever Cyrus Greengrass wants with you, he’s going out of his way to make it seem like it’s your only choice…which means he’s desperate.”

“Desperate means dangerous though. Especially with men like him.” Harry replied.

Tonks nodded and looked over the letter once more. “True enough. That just means you have to level the playing field then. Do something to really throw him off his game.”

“Like what?”

Tonks thought for a moment before a smirk slowly began to spread across her face.

“Well if I was some egotistical pureblood lord trying to trick someone into an alliance, the last thing I’d expect would be for said someone to show up to our meeting with my daughter as his date.”

Harry blinked in surprise while behind him Cammi snorted with laughter.

That was certainly…a plan. He just wasn’t quite sure if it was a good one…

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Author’s Note

Sorry for the wait on this one. Been swamped at work and all my energy has just been completely zapped because of it :(. Hope you guys enjoyed the Holiday Interlude finale! Next chapter: The Ball.

Thanks for reading!