Maturity of Magic Chapter 31

The guests were slowly arriving at number twelve Grimmauld Place for Harry’s party, as Narcissa stood by the floo to greet each new witch that appeared.

The fireplace flashed then, and a woman that could be described as something beyond beautiful stepped out. She wore a royal blue dress that matched her daughter’s outfit of a lighter shade, emphasizing not just her wealth and high social status, but also beauty. The dress hugged a tight waist and unnaturally wide hips that would make any woman envious, along with a bust line that left her cleavage practically spilling out.

It was someone that Narcissa had expected to see sooner than later, albeit dreading such an occurrence, and it seemed that time had arrived.

“I should have known you would come.” Narcissa eyed the woman. “Like mother, like daughter, it seems. Both obsessed with the same wizard.”

A Veela of immeasurable power stood before her, and it was a testament to Harry Potter’s might that she was one of his lovers. Her beauty might have ranked higher than Narcissa’s own, and her skill in seduction parallel Julia’s.

“And for good reason.” Apolline Delacour smirked as she stood in front of her. “ ‘Arry is just so virile and powerful. So much so zat a Veela like moi could hardly resist. I was so grateful to receive his invitation.”

“Even if it means crossing the ocean from France?” Julia walked over to join their conversation.

“Love does not care about distance, nor does one’s subservience to a powerful wizard.” She answered primly.

Both Narcissa and Julia knew exactly what stood in front of them in that moment, being a seductress and manipulator of unparalleled power. She was one of the political titans of Magical France, a Veela who dominated practically any man she so much as touched. Someone who made even them hesitate.

“I’m sorry… have we met before?” Andromeda looked between them, wondering just who the French witch was.

“You are looking at Apolline Delacour, sister.” Narcissa introduced her. “Fleur’s mother, and apparently Harry’s next conquest.”

“Ah, you are mistaken. ‘Arry has already impaled me upon his ‘uge cock, and planted his seed deep inside.” Lady Delacour smirked triumphantly at telling them that information. “And I will look forward to having him take moi once again by ze end of ze night.”

Andromeda’s eyes narrowed. “I think we’ve reached past the point of things being proper. A philandering Veela and her daughter, along with a serial womanizer? Surely Potter can have better partners to keep him company.”

“You’re hardly one to talk.” Julia rolled her eyes at Narcissa’s sister. “You’re still married with a daughter of your own, one that is quite interested in our Lord, I may add.”

That shut Andromeda up.

“Ze pursuit of a powerful wizard is nothing to be ashamed of.” Apolline comforted her. “It is a tale centuries old for ze powerful wizard to claim his witch. Even if it means scorning one’s current lover.”

Narcissa let out a sigh, deciding to change the topic. The subject of Andromeda cheating on her husband with Harry was still a grey area, and she didn’t want her sister getting cold feet. “I’m assuming that Harry met you after the Azkaban fiasco, when everyone thought he was missing?”

“Oui.” The older Veela nodded. “Leetle Fleur was having trouble impressing him, and so I offered my assistance. He was brought to my villa, where we had ze most incroyable time together.”

Julia let out a full blown laugh, something rare for her. “Let me guess, you thought Harry was just some teenage stud that your daughter was having problems with? Only for him to give you the best fucking you’ve had in years?”

“O-Oui, although even that would be an understatement.” Apolline cheeks pinked in embarrassment, the woman finally seemed to have been taken off balance. “I still don’t know how he can outlast even me in ze bedroom.”

“Already talking about sex?”

Amelia Bones strode over then, having heard the tail end of their conversation. She wore a flowing red dress that matched her hair, with said hair falling to one shoulder. No cleavage was visible, with the dress more suited for proper functions than anything else, yet one couldn’t help but notice the large impression made by her heavy breasts.

Other than Andromeda, she was the only one in the group not dressed indecently. Julia, Narcissa, and Apolline all practically had their large breasts spilling out of their outfits, unapologetically showing off their curves as to get Harry’s attention.

“Of course.” Apolline replied with a smile, holding out her hand. “I am Apolline Delacour, and you must be ze redhead zat ze papers are writing about incessantly. Even in France, you are famous, Madam Bones.”

“Amelia Bones.” Amelia introduced herself curtly, hiding any irritation she might have felt. “Now, I can only assume that you will take on the roll of Harry’s next mistress?”

“Indeed.” Apolline agreed easily, yet her smirk held a certain edge.

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The party was in full swing, as the various attendees found themselves settling into whatever cliques that had been formed. The strange love affair they all found themselves in had different factions, and Fleur Delacour still felt lost despite being there with her Maman.

The three Black sisters sat together, including Bellatrix, who the room was keeping a close eye on. The beautiful black-haired witch had been on best behavior so far, quietly sitting at a table near the corner of the room.

Another group was Greengrass and her new pet, Cho Chang, who was only too happy to show off the Asian witch to anyone that came near. Which currently included Amelia Bones, Professor Sinister, and Mrs. Zabini. Fleur couldn’t help but glare at the group.

A nudge from her Maman made her gaze shift, as Apolline Delacour gestured toward Harry from across the room. He was speaking with his godfather, only for Sirius Black to suddenly exit the room and leave Harry alone and unattended.

“Now is your chance, ma fille.” Her Maman whispered. “He’s alone and unoccupied, go up to him now. Offer yourself to him before any of ze other witches can, and make sure he only can think about you tonight.”

Apprehension swelled in her gut for some reason. “But don’t you want to be with Harry tonight, Maman?”

“Oui, but I can wait if it means you will experience his sheer power.” Apolline whispered reverently. “Now it is your turn for ‘Arry to take you, go up to him and—”

“I hope I’m not interrupting something?” The words made Fleur’s blood freeze in her veins, and she turned to see Daphne Greengrass headed their way.

The Slytherin Ice Queen had a superior and taunting smirk on her face, as if she won a victory Fleur didn’t know about. As if to further rub things in, the blonde wore a white dress, symbolizing that it would be her marrying Harry, and not Fleur.

“Of course not.” Fleur grit out harshly, before her Maman grasped her arm.

“Why don’t you introduce us to your friend, ma fille-”

“I’m Daphne Greengrass, Harry’s betrothed. Meaning I will be his future wife.” The blonde boldly declared, cutting off Fleur’s Maman. “And you must be Fleur’s latest failed attempt to get Harry’s attention.”

“Hah, I assure you, leetle girl, I am always ze center of attention.” Apolline replied. “Zat was why ‘Arry couldn’t resist my charm.”

“I suppose I should give you the same offer that I gave your daughter.” Daphne ignored Apolline’s boast. “Join me, follow my lead, and Harry won’t forget your existence. The group of us is growing quite large after all, and not even Harry can fill the hole of every witch in this room.”

“You ask much for sexual gratification, but tell me zis.” Apolline’s grin was akin to a predator. “Can you guarantee zat ‘Arry will be filling your ‘ole everyday? Maybe it will be you he forgets about, and instead he’ll be enamored by moi and Fleur’s allure. A normal witch you may be, by we are Veela.”

Finally, Greengrass’s exterior cracked, her gaze turning into a glare before she walked off. Fleur just smirked at seeing her put in her place for once, glad that she brought her Maman along.

“Now, petite Fleur.” Her Maman whispered in her ear. “‘Arry is alone and free, go and claim him.”

The younger Veela nodded, and began making her way across the room to where Harry stood. She knew this would be her moment, that she would finally tell him what she wanted and leave him thinking about her for the rest of the night.

Luckily, he noticed her approach. “Fleur? Perfect. There was just something I was going to ask of you.”

Her heart raced, hoping this would be the moment she had been waiting for. Her voice came out huskily and seductive, the offer in her words clear. “Anything you want.”

He grinned. “Could you get the front door?”

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“You like to play with her.” The voice caught his attention, and Harry turned to see Apolline strolling over to him.

The others in the room watched their interaction carefully, as if to make sure the older Veela didn’t manipulate him. Little did they know that it was Harry who was her Master, having conquered the powerful Veela quite some time ago.

He knew she was loyal, and more than that, he had powerfucked the older Veela into submission to ensure said loyalty. Veela secretly loved to be dominated, he knew that much, and he had practically branded her when they last coupled.

“I do.” Harry admitted. Indeed, he liked to take advantage of Fleur’s desperation, to know that the arrogant Veela who would normally have men begging for her, was trying and failing to make him submit. But rather than taking her during sex and proving the power discrepancy between them, he wanted Fleur to eventually beg for his cock. It was no fun to force her into obedience, when over time she would slowly give in.

“Petite Fleur is becoming frustrated, ‘Arry, and it is my job as her mother to watch out for her interests.” Apolline sniffed in irritation. “Please make it up to her.”

He raised a brow, understanding that Apolline was simply looking out for her offspring. Arrogant as she might be, Fleur was still the woman’s daughter, and all parents wanted their children to be happy.

He turned his head briefly to study an old clock from across the room, seeing what time it was before he turned back to Apolline. It had been a while since the two of them were together, and he didn’t want her tight Veela pussy to go unfilled that evening. “Meet me upstairs with Fleur in an hour, and I’ll make it up to the both of you.”

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It was just a simple gathering that she was attending, akin to seeing a group of friends for a reunion. And yet Olivia McKay had decided to go all out, freshly-styled hair, pink lipstick, and she even decided to bring her Chanel purse along.

What am I doing? Harry is way too young for me. That particular thought had ran through her mind way too many times as of late, and each time she tried and failed to come up with a good response. There was something about the black-haired boy that simply captivated her, as his emerald gaze seemed ever-present in the back of her mind.

She sighed as she sat in her brand new Range Rover, looking across the road to the townhome where the party was supposedly taking place. Soon the clacking of heels could be heard as she exited her car and walked across the road, climbing the steps to knock on the door.

The door opened, and Olivia felt herself freeze as she was suddenly staring at the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Beautiful blue eyes and platinum-blonde hair was the first thing she made out, followed by a sinful body that would make even supermodels jealous.

“Can I help you?” The girl’s accent had a sophisticated French twinge to it, sounding more condescending than welcoming.

She coughed, desperately trying to get her thoughts in order. “Hi, um… I’m here to see Harry?”

It might have been her imagination, but the French girl’s eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oui, he’s right through here.”

The blonde turned and walked into the home, as if greeting newly-arrived guests was beneath her, and Olivia belatedly followed. The home itself was clearly old, having archaic wallpaper and chandeliers that desperately needed to be replaced.

Unthinkingly, she took off her coat and sat it on a nearby rack, revealing a black dress that she wore underneath. From there she walked down the hall and into the home’s living room, where the rest of the occupants resided. What the hell.

Older women with big tits. That almost seemed to be the general theme of the party. Trophy wives, bimbos, and girls that were easily rated ten out of ten could be seen everywhere. Olivia McKay couldn’t help but stop and stare, wondering just what she had gotten herself into.

“You out of your league too, huh?” A sudden voice asked.

A pink-haired girl wearing a dress from the clearance section greeted her. The woman was gorgeous yet eccentric, but was still the most normal-looking female in the room.

“Heh, am I going insane?” Olivia liked to think of herself as beautiful, or at least somewhat attractive, but the party’s occupants were making even her self-conscious.

“Trust me, you’re not the only one.” The pink-haired girl replied. “I’m Nymphadora, by the way.”

“Olivia.” She smiled, but it was more of a grimace. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

“You see that woman? That’s Narcissa, his courtesan.” She pointed at a blonde woman with big tits and an even bigger arse. “No one will admit it, but I think she runs the show.”

“The show?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Harry’s harem, or coven, or whatever they’re calling it.” Nymphadora looked at her strangely. “He told you, right?”

She had thought Harry was joking when he told her about his many girlfriends. “Y-Yes.”

“Anyways, if you want to be with Harry and at least make it somewhat official, you’ll have to deal with her. Otherwise,” Nymphadora gestured towards the French girl from earlier. “You’ll end up like them. That’s Fleur, and her mother is behind her.”

Olivia nodded, trying to keep up, only to gape in shock at the last person Nymphadora pointed out. Fleur’s mother looked like something out of a wet dream, her bodily proportions enough to drive a man to insanity from pleasure. “Holy shit.”

“I know.” Dora agreed with her sentiment.

“S-So he’s not marrying any of them?”

“Daphne is the name of his betrothed.” She pointed at a regal blonde woman who was Harry’s age across the room. Nymphadora then looked quite flustered. “There’s also my boss, Amelia.”

She pointed at an older redhead, who was easily one of the best looking women present. Long red hair, a fit but curvy body that every woman envied, and huge breasts that would’ve been obnoxious had the other women present not had their own tits practically spilling out.

“And here I thought I found a nice man who was unclaimed.” Olivia grumbled in a self deprecating fashion. “Don’t tell me there’s more?”

“There’s also Mrs. Zabini, who’s his mistress.” Dora’s tone became conspiratorial. “Before she met Harry, the woman was widowed by six husbands.”

Olivia didn’t even want to think on what that entailed.

“There’s also Professor Sinistra, who works at his school, Rita, who’s a reporter, and I’ve yet to meet that Asian girl.” Dora finished by pointing at a pretty Asian girl who stood next to Harry’s blonde betrothed.

“And them?” She gestured at a brunette woman that was talking with a dark-haired man.

“Oh, that’s my Mother, and next to him is Sirius, Harry’s godfather.” Dora looked at her. “I think I’ll get a headache if I explain anything more. Want to get a drink?”

“Absolutely.”

They walked over to a table full of all kinds of beverages, and Nymphadora poured herself a glass of foaming liquid out of an old wooden barrel labeled ‘butterbeer’. Olivia just stared at the strange assortment of drinks, not knowing what most of the drinks like pumpkin fizz and firewhisky were. That was when the man who had invited her to that strange party appeared.

“Olivia, I’m glad to see you made it.” Harry walked over with a smile, and she felt her heart do a little dance.

“Harry, hi!” She smiled, trying to ignore how her voice came out a bit more higher pitched than normal. “T-Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course.” He nodded.

“So, um…” She stumbled over her words, not knowing whether to laugh at the situation she found herself in or be genuinely angry. “You really get around, don’t you?”

“Would you be shocked to know that I kind of stumbled into this mess.” He laughed self-deprecatingly. “To be honest, you’re only the second woman I’ve asked out.”

She gaped in astonishment, and he only smiled at her expression before Olivia finally pulled herself together.

“B-But you have all those other girls, and not to mention those two French bimbos.” She thought of that girl named Fleur, along with her Mother, whose bodily proportions didn’t make any sense. “Why do you need me?”

He let out a sigh. “Because that night I talked to you, I felt really relaxed. I was close to having one of the worst days of my life, and you made it one of the best days I’ve ever had. Something about you just feels right.”

“So I’m just here to help calm you down?” She tried to sound bitter about that, but it was a good compliment. Every man needed a good woman to help him unwind at the end of the day after all. Wait, where did that thought come from?

“I can tell you’re not outright rejecting everything.” He said then, gesturing around the room at the craziness that was his dating life. “So the question remains, are you in or out?”

She had never thought she would be in this situation. It was like she was in one of those celebrity dating scandals she would read about in gossip magazines, or even some harem that Emperors used to have centuries ago. All of it was so strange and otherworldly, and yet Olivia was drawn to the thrill and excitement that came with it all.

“I’m in.” She answered, but cut him off before he could speak again. “But don’t think we’ll be doing any fooling around anytime soon, Mister!”

Harry smiled in amusement.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N: A bitchfest of a chapter, with more coming