After the conclusion of the meeting where the leaders of the magical and non-magical communities introduced themselves and hashed out the terms of a history-changing military and economic alliance, the mood at the newly revamped Burrow was flying pretty high. Military strategies were being discussed, companies of soldiers were being dispatched from all over the world, and the hordes of alien Reptilemen that were currently invading London England were scheduled to be completely slaughtered by an army of Magically protected Muggle forces.
Bingo, bongo, Harry's presentation to all of the Muggle Political Leaders had been a resounding success.
And now it was time for the festivities...
The newly Transfigured Weasley 'mansion' contained a rather impressive (albeit impermanent) ballroom, and this ballroom was scheduled to be put to the test later that night when the amassed VIPs of both the magical and the non-magical world gathered together to hold an absolutely enormous celebration. All 195 Presidents, Prime Ministers, Chancellors, and leader types and all of the VIP witches and wizards that were present during the time of the meeting, were presented with plus-one invitation-portkeys that would allow them to return for a dinner/ball that was scheduled to happen within the Weasley family's "mansion."
Of course, Lord Harry Potter/Black/Delacour was expected to attend this celebration, as he was the man that actually facilitated the newfound alliance and he was the face of the wizarding world as a whole in the eyes of the non-magical community.
And that much was fine...
All things considered, in a very rare turn of events, Harry was quite happy to take part in this particular celebration. He was excited about the theme of peaceful coexistence that this ball was promoting between the different Muggle leaders and the magical community as a whole... Then there was the fact that Fleur, Gabrielle, Tonks, Hannah, Susan and Daphne were all invited to attend the Ball as well, and they all had a blast spending the entire afternoon shopping for a series of exceedingly expensive dresses...
Fleur Potter nee Delacour was currently wearing a shimmering sapphire blue dress that perfectly matched her eyes and made her ultra-long platinum blonde braid almost glow as it cascaded down the length of her back. The dress was low cut and form fitting enough to reveal the top third of her mouth watering breasts while displaying the rest of her astonishingly sexy body to absolutely devastating effect. Harry's Lady potter was so damned beautiful, it was almost cruel to subject the woman on the poor, hapless Muggles that were going to be standing around in the Burrow's ballroom.
Harry was amused, but that was mostly because he'd already prevented the worst possible outcome from occurring. Earlier in the day, he'd gifted Fleur an elaborately designed solid platinum necklace, set with a trillion cut sapphire pendant that artfully concealed a series of allure dampening runes (muggles are completely helpless to resist even passive amounts of allure).
While Gabrielle Delacour was currently experiencing the full dramatic climax of her pregnancy, so far as pregnant women went, she was all baby and nothing else. Her face, neck, arms, legs and feet didn't have even an ounce of extra fat, even as her belly was quite full under her slightly bollowy, pale purple colored dress. While the younger Delacour sister was indeed wearing a much looser dress than her elder sister, the neckline of the dress was equally low cut in order to display the milky expanse of her ultra-abundant, body type defying breasts. Then there was the fact that she was currently adopting her Proto Veela form, with her pure white hair floating gently in the air down the length of her back, the pointed tips of her elven-esque ears adorned with a pair of extremely elaborate ear-cuffs, and her lavender eyes softly glowing with an ethereal inner radiance. One thing was perfectly obvious. Gabrielle Delacour did not intend to play second fiddle to her older sister…
This time Harry was very amused… Due to the absurd lengths that Gabrielle was going to in order to rival her elder sister's sex appeal, It was actually pretty likely that several men were going to leave the Weasley family ballroom with a brand new pregnancy kink…
Needless to say, immediately after Fleur received her sapphire pendant, Gabrielle also received an equally well-designed trillion cut amethyst pendant (complete with extremely powerful allure dampening runes).
Nymphadora Black nee Tonks... Tonks Black if you're smart... was adopting her classically beautiful, Black family features tonight, as well as all of the outrageous curves that the Black family women are famous for. The woman was sex on legs in her tiny little black dress that revealed most of her upper back, the lower half of her thighs, and a spectacular view of her cleavage. If Tonks had wanted to, she could've adopted every bit of the physical perfection that Fleur and Gabrielle always espoused, but tonight she had other plans. Tonks wanted Charlie to see her wearing her baseline appearance and then make all of the right connections. She wanted him to see her, she wanted him to recognize who she really was, and then she wanted him to "suddenly" remember how she and Harry had fucked like rabbits directly in front of him
… Truth be told, she'd been waiting for just this opportunity for quite a while.
For reasons that should be completely obvious to absolutely everyone, immediately after Harry gifted both Fleur and Gabrielle their sapphire and amethyst necklaces, he also gifted Tonks a similar pendant containing a trillion cut ruby. He also promised the newly ecstatic woman that when the timing was right, her ex-husband would begin remembering the events that happened in a certain European nightclub…
Needless to say, by the time Daphne, Susan and Hannah returned to the Mars Potter estate to finish preparing for the ball, Harry was riding high in his wives' estimation and was being fussed over both physically and within the soulbond. A state of affairs that ended very abruptly, as Harry's attention was forcefully drawn towards the three new arrivals. Apparently, Fleur, Gabrielle and Tonks had helped pick out the dresses that his assistants were wearing, were extremely pleased with the results, and were demanding that he give the girls all of the compliments that they deserve.
It really wasn't that hard of a mission...
Daphne Nott nee Greengrass was dazzling in a shimmering white dress that was just as tight as Fleur's in order to show off every single inch of the model caliber curves adorning her enormously fit and well taken care of body. The woman's bright blonde hair was only loosely bound together near her lower back so that it could sway in a manner that made her look both gentle and inherently innocent…
For the second time in less than half an hour, Harry found himself highly amused… Daphne Greengrass currently looked as pure and virginal as an angel… The woman was anything but…
Susan Bones's vibrant red and wavy hair always served to make her stand out in any situation, but it also made picking out dresses a bit of an art. The dress that the incredibly buxom ICW delegate chose to wear tonight was a dark maroon color with its straps draped off both of her shoulders in order to maximize the amount of cleavage that she could classily reveal… It worked… By the Gods did it work… Susan's excessively curvaceous, thicc-fit body type was specifically designed to make cocks hard, and the slit designed into the right side of her skirts highlighted her appeal to the max by revealing a tantalizing amount of ultra-creamy upper thigh.
Hannah Abbott's dress was a sheer, almost insubstantial navy blue material that went really well with her light blonde hair and pale creamy white skin. Unfortunately for Hannah, in the end, the color and material of her dress wasn't what caught Harry's eye… What stood out the most was the fact that Hannah's dress was far, far tighter around her hips, ass and thighs than any other dress that Harry had seen so far that day. Genius… Hannah Abbott was a genius… This next part couldn't be stressed enough… Hannah Abbott was a Goddess in the eyes of all the ass enthusiasts of the world, what with her teeny tiny little waist flaring out into a fantastically sexy bubble butt. While it had to be said that Hannah really did have a gorgeous pair of breasts and a sexy as all hell little stomach, none of that changed the fact that her ass made men trip over their own feet.
"Beautiful… You're all incredibly beautiful, and I'm a very lucky man," Harry announced when all of the women present finished primping and posed themselves in a line for his perusal. Only then, as a complete afterthought, did he finally decide to do something about how he was still wearing an unbuttoned white shirt over a pair of navy blue boxer shorts… With a snap of his fingers, he was suddenly wearing a tighter than usual version of his normal black suit and tie combo, with crisp lines, an impeccable cut, a perfectly arranged tie and an attractive pair of black leather shoes. As an added bonus, he also managed to magically restrain his hair into something almost resembling a popular style...
Harry looked good. He could see that much in the eyes of the women lined up in front of him and he could feel his wives' appreciation in the bond. They were ready. It was time to make an entrance. It was time to go down in history...
After having everyone make a large ring of linked arms and hands, Harry began channeling an absolutely enormous amount of magical power in order to perform an exceedingly gentle form of Apparition. Soon enough, without any sound or physical sensation to denote the transition from one space to another, Harry, his wives, and his three beautiful assistants had arrived at the venue. Then they were all walking sedately up the well-decorated footpath towards the Weasley mansion and the ball.
After entering the Weasley mansion's front Entrance into a massive receiving parlor, Harry saw a wide set of doors through which the ballroom could be seen. Even from a distance, Harry could see that the ballroom was a little bit larger than Hogwarts's Great Hall, was extremely opulent in appearance, and was filled to capacity with a remarkable amount of the Earth's mega-elite. Then Harry and his women were standing just outside of said double doors, and a conservatively dressed servant/butler type was approaching them with an impressively huge scroll in his hands.
After Harry and his entourage lined up in front of the Butler with their invitations in their hands, the rather short but capable looking man began unrolling the ultra-long scroll in order to check their names off of a list. Of course, the Butler immediately recognized Harry, just as he did most of his female companions, but since the very professional man desired to do his job exactly the way that it was explained to him, Harry had no intention of getting in the way.
"Thank you for your patience my Lord, my Ladies," the Butler enthused with a small bow and a few very well executed backward steps into the threshold of the ballroom. Then the man was turning towards the ballroom itself, and he was announcing their arrival in a very clear and well modulated baritone. "Lord and Lady Potter, Lord and Lady Black, Lord and Lady Delacour, Lady Nott, Lady Abbott and Lady Bones…"
For several seconds in a row, all of the people milling around within the ballroom came to a complete standstill, and Harry used that time to gauge what type of reception they were about to receive... What he found, for the most part, was exactly as he'd anticipated. Despite Harry's well known and controversial reputation, the lion's share of the men and women filling the ballroom were more than a little eager to both see and be seen with him and his women.
On the other hand, there were definitely quite a few people that were unhappy about Harry's arrival, most notable of whom were the newly instated Wizards Council of Magical France. That particular group of influential witches and wizards knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Harry had somehow hand delivered them their brand new political positions by driving every single one of their predecessors into a nearly vegetative state of paranoia based insanity... Just as frightening as the fate worse than death that befell their old superiors, was the fact that no known magical spell, charm or Rune matrix was able to divine how the man's attack was carried out. Then there was the fact that none of the Security magic or guards that were layered all around the victims' homes encountered any signs of intrusion at any point during the last six months...
In the end, one of the only things that Magical France's brand new Wizards Council knew for sure, was that very, very bad things happened to those people that tried to fuck with Harry Potter…
"Eet ees very clear zat zey get ze point, and 'ave no eentention of opposing you," Fleur murmured, after stepping up to Harry's side and gently wrapping a hand around his waist.
Harry only nodded. He had no intention of messing with France's brand new Wizards Council, but that was mostly because he didn't want his wives to feel unwelcome in the country of their birth.
Over the following hour, Harry and his women made their rounds all around the ballroom, exchanging introductions with various Muggle VIPs, greeting witches and wizards from all around the world, and generally making nice with the people that approached them. The ballroom had a very wide dance floor, a non-magical orchestra playing a mixture of classical and postmodern dance music, an extremely well laid out entree table, several banks of tables to rest at, and enough illusion magic floating around the room to make the scenery fantastically magical. Bioluminescent cherry blossom trees dropped soft pink petals to disappear on the floor, orbs of soft light floated through the air, pale clouds of cool but dry air drifted lazily across the room, and both daytime and nighttime skies seemed to slowly fight for dominance overhead.
Harry and his women broke away whenever possible to share a dance and break up the monotony of it all, but for the lion's share of the evening Harry found himself speaking to an endless lineup of different Muggle politicians.
"Ees eet common practice to 'ave multiple wives een ze magical world," the President of France Jacques Chirac eventually asked Harry, when the man's curiosity simply couldn't be contained. "I see many ozzer married couples moving about 'ere tonight, but I don't see any ozzer men wiz quite so many beautiful young women 'anging on zeir arms..." Along with his words, Jacques swept a hand towards Fleur, Tonks, Gabrielle and the girls, as they bopped around and accepted champagne flutes from one of several different waiters.
"Harry Potter is the very last man on Earth that you should use as a representation of the magical community," Charlie Weasley suddenly barked out in a voice containing so much anger it was more like a growl, and his eyes locked like laser beams beyond Harry towards his ex-wife... It was clear to see in Charlie's newly pale, sweaty and increasingly murderous facial expression that he was beginning to remember snippets of the night that he was cucked in front of nearly a hundred people, and his emotions were beginning to run riot as a result...
After turning around in response to a string of (completely understandable) angry words, Harry and Jacque saw Charlie Weasley, along with Hermione, Ginevra and Ronald, approaching them from the direction of the banquet tables. In response to this newly delicate situation, Harry merely sighed, gestured for Jacque to be patient with him, and then began providing an explanation... "In Magical Britain, I'm the Lord of two very ancient Noble families, which necessitates that I marry two women to be the matriarchs of these families. For a completely unrelated reason, I've also married into a noble family based in Magical France known as the Delacours, and will eventually become the next Lord Delacour. For reasons that are intensely magical in nature, all of my actions are entirely supported by both local customs and long-held traditions."
"Long story short, Harry's an irredeemable manwhore who uses his noble lineage to seduce ambitious women and justify his debauchery," Hermione concluded, even as she rested a hand on Charlie's shoulder to keep the man under control.
"Lady Fleur Potter, Lady Tonks Black, Lady Gabrielle Delacour and I, share a fully formed and enormously powerful soul-bond," Harry countered in a cool but meaningful tone of voice. "Soul bonds are widely recognized as being the deepest, most devoted and enduring form of love known to man, and they make the kind of exploitation that you're describing functionally impossible. You know this, Hermione. You are nothing if not well-informed… In fact… it appears to me, you're currently going waaay out of your way specifically to pester me…"
Almost immediately after he finished saying those words, Harry suddenly felt a sharp variety of wrongness exploding into place deep within his chest, as a widening stream of revulsion followed by a veritable wave of unmitigated panic slammed into him from Fleur's end of the bond. All of the sudden, Bill Weasley was standing directly in front of Fleur, and in a turn of events that she couldn't even fathom, she was truly, passionately, undeniably in love with the man!
"You're free now baby… Welcome home," Bill cooed into Fleur's ear, after moving to within half a foot of her and running a hand gently down the side of her cheek.
Even as she violently flinched away from Bill's touch as if the skin of his hand had burned her, Fleur's soul started screaming over the alien and uninvited flood of emotions that were growing stronger within her body with every single second that passed. As the distortion of emotions grew larger and more violent, she began to feel a wrenching wrongness forming deep within her mind, causing her to stumble in place and then keel over to the side. It was only Tonks's outstretched arms that stopped Fleur's head from slamming into the smooth tiles of the floor.
With a lightning fast wave of his hands, Harry instantly Totalus Petrified Hermione, Charlie and Ronald in place with their feet affixed to the floor like statues. In the next instant, he silently Apparated right next to Fleur, where he immediately petrified Bill in a similar fashion. With all of the Weasley's frozen in place and stuck staring at his quickly moving body, Harry dropped his hand down onto Fleur's chest where it started glowing a vibrant neon green.
For several seconds in a row, nothing happened at all, and everyone within viewing range just stared at Harry's brightly glowing hand. Then, seemingly all at once, as if time was moving in reverse, two slim streams of liquid, one a pale milky white, the other a cloying reddish pink, flowed up out of Fleur's mouth and settled into a pair of test tubes that Harry conjured into his hands.
By this point, Harry could see that Bill Weasley's face was turning white with shock and fear. The man appeared to recognize exactly what variety of liquids Harry just finished extracting from within Fleur's bloodstream... On the other hand, when Harry looked over at Hermione, he saw that the auburn haired woman was both surprised and concerned over the state of Fleur's body, and a suspicion started growing within his mind… A suspicion that he confirmed after a very quick scan of the fussy politician's mind…
One thing was for certain… It was time to tear shit up…
Between one instant and the next, an absolutely immense amount of magic suddenly exploded out of Harry's body, enveloping Hermione, Ronald, Charlie, Ginevra, Bill, Fleur, Gabrielle, Tonks, Hannah, Daphne and Susan. By the time Fleur finished realizing that her mind wasn't tearing itself apart anymore, their entire group was completely concealed within a five-by-five meter wide sphere of incredibly dense and powerful sound-muffling, magic-concealing, aversion and remember-me-not spells, all contained within an honest to Gods Fidelius barrier with Gabrielle acting as the secret keeper.
Needless to say, Prime Minister Chirac immediately started wandering towards the nearby buffet tables, having completely forgotten all about Harry's presence…
With a nonchalance that belayed just how powerful his most recent use of magic was, Harry Potter finished isolating the Weasley family and his women within their own private little domain at the edge of the ballroom's dancefloor… None of the other revelers moving about the ballroom noticed any of Harry's group anymore or the fact that he was levitating the Weasley family's petrified bodies so that they were lined up in a semi-circle in front of him. Finally, after removing all of the weasleys' wands from within their various concealed holsters, Harry released Hermione's upper body from the Petrifying spell so that she could act as her family's representative.
In the newly created moment of silence that he'd created, Harry slowly and dramatically, levitated the pair of vials in front of his body and then gestured at the two of them with his hands. Then he held his right hand up in the air, and an aura of bright green magic began radiating out of his palm. "I, Harry James Potter, Black, Delacour, swear on my magic, to tell the truth, and only the truth, during the explanation that I'm about to make. So mote it be." At the tail end of Harry's words, a powerful pulse of magic erupted from within his body and radiated outwards in every direction.
In the wake of Harry's magical oath, the Weasley family just stared at the man like he had two heads...
"It appears the Weasley family doesn't believe that we're truly soul bound," Harry announced, this time to Fleur, Gabrielle and Tonks... "Instead, they believe that I've used love and loyalty potions to warp your emotions… In a twisted fashion, their point of view actually makes sense... They are perfectly willing to use love potions, so why shouldn't I be willing to do the same…"
"Zat white potion ees a Purgario potion zen," Fleur guessed out loud. "Eets a purification potion designed to expel mind altering magic and potions from ze body." In the wake of her words, Fleur suddenly cast a look of long-suffering in Hermione's direction.
"I slipped the purification potions into the very first round of drinks that you ladies received when you arrived," Hermione easily admitted, much calmer now that Fleur was recovering. "Soul bonds happen once or twice a century, not three times in a day, and Harry's a completely shameless scumbag. I'm convinced he's love potioning all three of you and maintaining an empathic link between your minds with his magic. I suspect he's doing all of this merely to punish the Weasley family. He's never forgiven them for love potioning him back at Hogwarts."
"You were trying to distract me just now so that Bill could approach Fleur," Harry mused. "You thought Fleur would return to loving her real husband again now that she was free from my so-called 'interference'."
Hermione only nodded this time.
While drawing in a very deep breath, Harry tried his level best to keep in mind that Hermione's actions, as appallingly rude, disrespectful and insulting as they were, weren't the least bit dangerous... The very worst thing that those purification potions could've ever done to the girls was completely negate their alcohol buzz… With that much in mind, Harry decided to focus all of his attention on the pink and red potion that was floating next to the white...
"What do you think this second liquid is Hermione," Harry suddenly asked as he picked up the pinky-red vial and held it in front of the woman's eyes.
"I don't… no… it couldn't be…" Hermione breathed out, as a cog in her brain suddenly turned and she recognized exactly what she was looking at. "Any love potions inside of Fleur's bloodstream should've ceased to exist immediately after she drank my purification potion…"
"This here... is a particularly strong variety of Amortentia with a single strand of Bill Weasley's hair floating in it," Harry explained as he pulled the pale brown hair out of the vial and held it up in the air. "It appears, Bill wasn't willing to risk Fleur actually being in love with me, so he concocted himself an insurance plan… This plan might actually have looked convincing, at least to someone as blindly trusting and gullible as you, Hermione… but there was a snag in Bill's little plan… The soul bond between Fleur, Tonks, Gabrielle and myself, is real…"
At Harry's words Hermione loudly gasped and then began biting her lip in increasing amounts of upset. Harry was currently oathbound to tell only the truth on pain of death, and yet he was still saying that the soul bond was real... Of course this meant that Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's were the perpetrators of an unwarranted attack, and they were completely at Harry Potter's mercy…
"Immediately after Fleur drank the Amortentia that Bill Weasley slipped into her drink, she felt a flood of both love and devotion for him overwhelming her psyche,"Harry continued in a deadly serious voice. "Unfortunately for Bill, these new and foreign feelings clashed violently with the very real, soul-deep devotion that she holds for me, and the results weren't the least bit pretty... Bill Weasley... almost drove my wife... insane."
In the moments that followed Harry's magical oath legitimized words (including the fact that Hermione was blindly trusting and gullible), everyone who still had the ability to move their bodies… didn't.
"I have finished my explanation now so the terms of my magical oath are completed," Harry breathed out along with yet another sharp pulse of magic. Even as he finished saying those words, he also finished fussing over Fleur in the bond, having assured himself that she was indeed bouncing back to normal. Then he was turning his attention back towards Hermione and arching his eyebrows at the woman.
"The reason you used that oath and explained everything to me is because you want me to arrest my own step-brother," Hermione guessed out loud.
"Not quite," Harry immediately replied.
"Then what?" By this point Hermione looked half mad because she couldn't predict the mechanisms that drove this new, more assertive Harry Potter.
"Bill Weasley is in a pretty bad place mentally speaking," Harry concluded after staring at the petrified man for several seconds in a row. "Even now, after listening to my oathbound words, he's still forcing himself to believe that I'm holding Fleur captive and she's desperately trying to return to his side. He tightly clings to this belief because it helps him justify the various ills that he has planned for me. At the exact same time, Bill hates Fleur now, which is the real reason why he's capable of dosing her with something as cruel as Amortentia...
"Saint Mungo's secure Mind Healing ward then..." By this point, Hermione was visibly surprised, because Harry's current plan would be the far softer, gentler way of resolving the situation. "You know… I really did think you'd be thrilled to throw Bill in Azkaban?"
"The thought did cross my mind, yes," Harry easily admitted. "I'm definitely not a champion of Justice anymore, and Bill's become a danger to my wife. Unfortunately for me, Fleur still tries her level best to be both moral and ethical whenever possible, she succeeds far more often than she fails, and she thinks we're at least partially to blame for Bill's current mental state."
"I also zink Bill ees 'aving an unusually violent reaction to not experiencing my allure anymore," Fleur added from off in the background. "'Ee appears to want to dominate me…"
"So if I promise to have Bill detained at Saint Mungo's until he's straightened out by a team of Mind Healers, the two of you will let tonight's debacle quietly come to an end," Hermione surmised.
"Not quite," Harry replied for the second time in less than five minutes.
"What am I missing this time," Hermione groaned.
"Just five minutes ago, you and Charlie loudly and publicly insulted my character in front of scores of people including several world leaders," Harry pointed out in a very clipped and impatient tone of voice. "Even worse than that, you degenerates poured potions into my wives' drinks… Then, finally, there's the fact that Bill here, even now, believes that he has some sort of claim or authority over my wife..." By the time Harry finished speaking, his eyes were firmly fixed upon Bill, and the man was straining against the Petrificus Totalus spell with everything that he had...
In a seemingly random change in direction, Harry suddenly floated Ginevra's petrified body over to his side with a tiny little wave of his hand, released the spell that was keeping the woman from speaking, and then turned her body around so that she was facing her family... "Before I leave here tonight, I intend to ensure that the Weasley family never has the opportunity to harass or endanger me or mine ever again... With that goal in mind, I plan on offering Ginevra here a very rare service…"
"You'll take me as one of your women," Ginevra immediately asked in a scarily hopeful tone of voice.
"No… Of course not… You mind raped me for well over a year. You disgust me," Harry replied with zero hesitation.
In the shocked silence that followed Harry's completely brutal rejection, he started releasing a visualizing spell that would light up and display all of the Runes placed upon Ginevra Weasley's body....
"Hermione… Bill… Both of you are very familiar with Runes," Harry prompted with a wave at Ginevra's Rune covered body. "What are we looking at right now?"
"A sex slave," Hermione squeaked out after she studied the Runes and realized the consequences that they'd have on Ginny's life. Always horny, always seeking sex, designed to please, unable to conceive children… Ginny… What in Merlin's name have you done to yourself?"
"I'm… I'm a Hollyhead Harpy," Ginevra finally announced in a raw but defiant tone of voice. "I'm an international superstar."
"You're a world class whore," Harry corrected with a knowing nod of his head. "Truly, I'm not judging you, at least not about this... I can't… Angelina, Alicia and Katie are among my favorite people in the whole entire world… They're also the reason why I've devised a way to safely remove these Runes…"
All of the sudden, every eye within the barrier was locked upon Harry and waiting for him to finish.
"The Weasley family and I are all about to exchange magical oaths," Harry announced. "I will swear to safely remove Ginevra Weasley's sex and anti-conception Runes within six months of her final day as a Hollyhead Harpy, on the condition that the Weasley family cooperates with their removal. In return, the Weasley family will swear oaths that'll make endangering me and my family completely impossible. I consider this exchange repayment for the fact that I've cucked the Weasley men, because I'd find it far easier to just honor-duel the whole lot of you right out of existence…"
"Oh… Oh Gods… Merlin… please… please remove the Runes, Harry," Ginevra spluttered before turning to face her brothers. "Please make the oaths. I'll never be able to lead a normal life as I am right now!"
With a wave of his hand, Harry granted the entire Weasley family the ability to speak again, only to force his soundproof barrier to contain a series of very loud yells from three very, very angry men…
A very red faced Ronald Weasley immediately called out that Harry was a muppet, a git, a tosser, a wanker, a prat, and told him to bugger himself all the way to hell, before screaming out various other equally immature insults...
Typical…
Charlie called Harry an arrogant, narcissistic, opportunistic, trumped up and insignificant little home-wrecker that desperately needed to be shown his place, as well as what a real man could do with a woman.
Once again… Typical.
Bill immediately screamed towards the ceiling that he was never going to make the oath that Harry wanted, while claiming that he was definitely going to take back his wife and destroy Harry in the process!
By the time Bill Weasley finished screaming his defiance, Ginevra, Ronald, Hermione, and even Charlie were all staring at the man in alarm.
"You're going to completely forsake me then, Bill," Ginevra choked out in a devastated tone of voice.
"You knew the consequences of your actions when you first took on those Runes Ginny, you revolting little slut, and now you're trying to keep me away from my wife! No! No way! I won't do it," Bill ranted with a wild look of anger and scorn growing across his face.
"Uhh Bill…" Hermione softly hedged as if she was trying to calm a spooked horse. "Fleur left you for another man. She doesn't want you anymore. Pursuing her isn't worth sacrificing your sister's future."
"Get fucked you bone dry hag," Bill immediately snapped back in Hermione's direction. "You don't know the first thing about romance. You and Ron have been nothing but roommates since before you turned twenty-one years old! Fleur's mine! She's mine, and I'm gonna take her back! I'm going to take back my wife and then I'm going to teach her what it means to be truly obedient before I put a baby in her wo….!"
With yet another wave of his hand, Harry sealed Bill's mouth to bring his repellent little rant to an end, and then he returned his attention towards the rest of the Weasley family. "Both Fleur and I expected Bill to react that way just now, but I offered him the chance to cooperate willingly nonetheless…. No matter… It appears I'll have to show Bill the… reality… of his current situation..."
"What are you going to do," Hermione asked in a newly distraught little voice.
After conjuring a few scrolls which outlined the oath that he expected the Weasley family to make," Harry merely gave them all an exceedingly meaningful look.
Wordlessly, Hermione, Ron, Charlie and Ginevra grabbed a hold of the scrolls after they floated across the room in their direction. Soon enough, they were all reading the oaths that they were expected to make and were learning just how big of a nuisance Harry Potter actually considered them…
The first section of the oath demanded that the Weasley family never intentionally, stalk, sue, wrongly arrest, frame, slander or libel Harry Potter Black Delacour, his wives, his lovers or any of his children. The second part outlined that they'd never intentionally cause any of the above mentioned people any harm through deed, word or omission, including the use of mundane weaponry, magical spells, magical beasts, magical artifacts, deities, demons, Rune traps, poisons, venoms, potions, and contract killers. The third part barred any of the Weasley from seeking to spend time with Harry Potter, with the sole exception being Hermione Weasley (owing to the fact that she might actually have a legitimate reason to need to see him). Finally, the oath had a section barring the Weasley family from using mind-magic such as obliviation or compulsion spells to purposefully make their own actions unintentional.
Long story short, it was a very, very thorough oath that would make interfering in Harry's life all but impossible...
After reading the oath several different times in a row, during which time she fully realized the ruinous consequences that it would have on her future with Harry, Ginevra Weasley snarled low in her chest, balled the scroll up within her white-knuckled fists and then threw the bunched up paper towards the dancefloor. "Enough of this nonsense Harry," she suddenly screamed out into the stoney silence filling the barrier... "Isn't it about time that you finally stop bullying me?! Isn't it time for you to give up on this immature little charade and take me as your woman?!"
"Immature little charade...," Harry repeated in a quiet but ultra-intense growl of a voice as he stepped right up in front of Ginevra and stared the woman in the eyes. "Your betrayal back at Hogwarts stole what was left of my innocence during a time that I should've spent healing, and yet you persistently stalk me to this day because you still don't see yourself as anything but the victim in that situation… I, will, not, have, you, Ginevra Weasley... Not under any circumstances... Ever… One way or another, you will make that oath…"
"No!… No, I won't," Ginny immediately countered with a half wild and manic expression twisting her usual pretty features. "I will never make that oath! You're mine Harry! You're mine, you've always been mine, and I'm gonna get you back if it's the last thing that I...… do..."
Slowly but surely, Ginevra's outburst ground to a halt, as she looked aside at her continuously struggling, mentally unstable eldest brother, and recognized the fact that she'd been yelling the exact same words that he'd just finished screaming…
And in the single moment of startled silence that followed, Fleur stepped up in front of Harry for the first time since they all entered the room, and then speared the members of the Weasley family with her eyes…
"Bill and Ginevra Weasley… You're both wrong," Fleur slowly announced in a very calm and quiet tone of voice. "I'm not your belonging and neizer ees 'Arry… What's more, we never, ever will be…" Along with her words, Fleur turned away from the Weasley family, Conjured a king sized bed into the space in the middle of the barrier, and then turned back with a devious smile growing clear across her angelically beautiful face. "Now… I zink eet's about time zat me and my friends demonstrate exactly why 'Arry 'aas no need to use Amortentia…" Along with her words, Fleur slowly drew the Runic Allure dampening pendant from around her neck, and then placed it on a nearby table.
"Oui, yes. I zink eet ees," Gabrielle agreed with a sly little smile of her own and the removal of an even more powerful allure dampening pendant.
Within no time at all, the air in the barrier that they were occupying was vibrating with a thick outpouring of water-thick allure, injecting the atmosphere all around them with powerful arousal, a primal sense of need and a burning variety of territorial possessiveness that was driving everyone within the barrier into a hot, wet and messy variety of heat…
Of course this newly released allure forced Harry to thicken the barrier spell that he'd created around their group to nearly four times its original thickness in order to keep the ballroom from devolving into a supermassive orgy...
Even as her husband made sure that her aura wouldn't affect the rest of the ballroom's occupants, Gabrielle walked up to the Weasley family and scanned them all with her eyes. "You may touch yourself eef you must, but only within ze confines of your clozing. You will stand where I tell you to stand and you will remain completely silent." At this point, Gabrielle was harnessing the same allure-based compulsion magic that she'd used to force Harry to comply with her demands earlier in the year. Of course, what that meant was that none of the Weasley family stood a snowball's chance in hell of resisting her commands.
There was one exception however…
After leaning in until her lips were only an inch or two away from Hermione's ear, Gabrielle decided to offer the exceedingly rude and judgmental government official something a little more insidious than simple, straightforward obedience. Instead, she offered the woman temptation…
"Unlike ze rest of your family, who really do need to remain right where zey are, I don't eentend to control your movements wiz my allure," Gabrielle whispered in a voice as smooth as silk. "As long as you don't seek to obstruct our leetle… demonstration… zen you're free to merely walk out of 'Arry's Fidelius barrier, and forget all about our current seetuation. On ze ozzer 'and… eef you desire… you can stay and you can watch every seengle second of ze sexing zat Arry Potter ees about to give all of 'is women… You can take eet all een and learn what real, 'ot, 'ard, physical, fucking looks like when eet's carried out by ze best… I saw eet zis afternoon after all… I saw you watch my 'usband unite ze entire world using 'is godlike charisma and powerful magnetism, and I saw ze eentense desire zat you strain so, so very 'ard to conceal… You want 'im. You've always wanted 'im... Zis longing ees ze real reason why you're being so unforgivably rude to my mate... Well never fear… I swear on my magic I won't reveal ze fact zat you aren't under my control to ze rest of your family… So mote eet be… Your family never needs to find out zat you secretly lust for 'Arry James Potter…"
Then Gabrielle was pulling away from Hermione's newly bright red face, and she was using a snippet of her husband's magic to remove the Petrifying spell from the Weasley family's bodies… Sure enough, not one of them moved to make use of their newly returned mobility. They all just stood obediently in place like scarecrows in a field…
Including Bill…
Including Hermione...
With a nod at her sister in acknowledgement of a job well done, Fleur moved in front of her ex-husband again in order to pick up exactly where she'd left off… "What you don't seem to understand, Bill... ees zat my new 'usband 'aas managed to make two very stubborn and territorial Veela… share… My seester and I share 'im not only wiz each ozzer, but wiz several ozzer women as well. Zis ees a feat of submission zat no amount of Amortentia could ever achieve for eet ees a matter of respect razzer zan love…"
"'Arry Potter ees ze Alpha zat ze Delacour family 'as long been waiting for," Gabrielle agreed as she drew Harry to sit at the edge of the bed, knelt directly behind his back, flattened her big beautiful breasts against his shoulders, gently kissed his neck, and then wrapped her arms around his waist to begin fussing at his pants.
"My new husband… the father of my firstborn son, is a powerful, magnetic, and beautiful man," Tonks suddenly interjected as she sat down on the edge of the bed on Harry's right hand side... Then her face split into a million megawatt smile as she turned to look Charlie directly in the eyes and place a hand down atop the dramatic bulge filling the left thigh of Harry's pant leg. "He also has a big, fat, cunt-stretching, bitch-breaker of a cock, and unlike some people that I know… he actually knows how to use it!!" Immediately after Tonks finished calling out those words, Tonks returned her full attention towards Harry's body so that she could begin unbuttoning his suit and the tight white shirt that lay underneath.
"Just ten minutes ago, Lady Abbott and I heard you claim that Lord Potter's only popular because of his noble lineage," Susan suddenly called out in Hermione's direction. "Not only was that an inexcusably rude thing for you to say, but you're also very, very wrong…"
"Lady Bones and I are currently trying our absolute hardest to convince Lord Potter to grace our Most Ancient and Noble families with his children," Hannah admitted, with her eyes trained in Harry's direction. "The two of us have zero interest in Harry's wealth or family name… Instead, we want his body… We want his babies…"
"We're 'Arry's lovers, we're 'is wives, 'is consorts, we're 'is women of our own free will," Fleur concluded with a significant wave back in Harry's direction. "We're also very, very well taken care of both een and out of ze bedroom…"
With the verbal portion of her message delivered, Fleur suddenly rounded back towards the bed in order to drop to her knees in between Susan and Hannah's crouched forms. At exactly the same time, Tonks began kissing and nibbling on Harry's newly exposed chest, Susan began dragging Harry's pants off by the legs, Hannah began groping at every single inch of his tightly packed abdominal muscles, and Gabrielle demanded that the Weasley family move closer to achieve a better vantage point...
It was a better view that wasn't really all that necessary…
Even from a distance, the Weasley family could see that Harry James Potter was sexy to an extent that made A list movie stars look drab, with a long, lean and preternaturally athletic body that noticeably radiated a powerful type of innate animal magnetism… Likewise, it was also completely obvious to every single person within the barrier that Harry was about to be worked over by most of his female entourage, and that none of them were being manipulated in the slightest…
Off in a much less populated area of Harry's barrier, Daphne Greengrass was watching the situation develop with an increasingly distressed expression growing across her face. The fact of the matter was that none of the Weasley's had made any variety of magical oath yet, which meant that it wasn't safe for her to join Harry and his women upon the bed… If she were to take part in the debauchery that she could see growing hotter by the second, she'd immediately be revealing herself as an adulteress to a hostile wizarding family, and all of her plans would lay in ruins!
And that was the moment when Daphne finally caught sight of the knowing look that Harry was sending her way, and she realized exactly what he was doing to her...
She was being punished…
Earlier that morning, Daphne had attempted to trick Harry into impregnating her… and now he was going to make her watch him sex up all of his wives along with the Hufflesluts as if she was nothing more than a pathetic little
voyeur…
Needless to say, Daphne Greengrass was completely horrified by her current situation… As it turns out, she was just as captive as the members of the Weasley family, and all without any magic ever being cast upon her… a situation that got worse just a moment later, when Harry`s white dress shirt was pulled off to reveal the godlike body within...
Completely unconcerned with Daphne's current suffering, Gabrielle cooed lovingly as she slid her dainty little hands down into Harry's fly, and wrapped them around his shaft in order to fish it out of his pants. Just the act of touching her mate's forearm thick dick made her breathing grow hot and husky, as it was this large and majestic cock that put the growing baby boy in her gravid and swollen womb. Without even thinking about it, Gabrielle began peppering her husband's newly exposed neck and shoulders with dozens of tiny little kisses, and she started pouring her heart out soul-deep in their bond. Then she wasn't the least bit surprised when Harry's face was cupped within both of Tonks's hands so that she could also start showering their man with attention…
"Sharing is caring," Tonks whispered down into her sister-wife's ear, after pulling away from Harry's face and then kissing the proto Veela on the cheek. Then she was gently drawing Gabrielle aside so that the two of them could push Harry flat on his back with his thighs hanging wide open off the edge of the bed, and they began licking their way up and down his upper body with fussy sweeps of their flattened out tongues. They tasted their man, they kissed him, they nibbled and sucked on patches of his hot delicious skin. They moaned their arousal directly into his body, and then they kissed each other purely for his enjoyment… Soon enough, they were enjoying each other's mouths for entirely different reasons, and they were preening over how Harry was massaging their scalps with gentle but possessive hands…
After seeing that both Tonks and Gabrielle were being distracted away from their primary objective, first by Harry's muscles and then by each other's mouths, Fleur turned her attention towards his fly so that she could finish drawing out his massive, innately superior dick. After pulling the thick meaty shaft out from within Harry's tightly straining pants, Fleur wrapped her hands around his base, waved the heavy mass of twitching cockflesh up in the air, and then kissed the underside of his bulbous, flared out crown… Of course, Fleur wasn't the least bit surprised when both Ginevra and Hermione suddenly gasped out in surprise and then groaned out their impossible to conceal arousal…
Such an outcome was completely obvious after all… Above and beyond the allure that was swamping the entire barrier, Fleur's mate was beyond compare. Her husband's sex appeal was far, far more than a pair of completely ordinary witches could ever hope to resist…
After easing up onto his elbows in order to look down the length of his body, Harry groaned in a perfect cocktail of pleasure, arousal and immense self-satisfaction. Fleur currently had his rock-hard cock pointed up at the ballroom's enchanted ceiling, so that her expertly pumping hands could milk pearly white beads of precum directly onto her tongue. Susan and Hannah were flanking Fleur on either side so that they could drape their dress-covered tits atop his thighs, kiss at his shaft and massage his tennis-ball sized balls within their fussy little hands. Atop the bed, Tonks was sucking a dark purple hickey where his chest meets his shoulder, and Gabrielle was doing the same upon the vee muscles that led down towards his pelvis...
Long story short, Harry's body was currently being fussed over to an extent that would have a normal wizard cumming in less than sixty seconds, and that was without factoring in the allure that was slamming into his body like a high power laser…
Not for the first time, Harry thanked the Gods that he definitely wasn't a normal wizard, because his women were only just getting started, had zero intention of showing him any mercy, and he was enjoying every… single… second of it…
"Your cock ees always soooo damned delicious, mon amour," Fleur crooned, after somehow managing to lick Harry's balls with his cock lodged deep within her miraculous little throat, and then withdrawing from his shaft with a wet and suctiony pop. Then she was staring her mate directly in the eyes as she gently drew Hannah's pouty little lips down against the tip of his dick, and the pale blonde noblewoman was eagerly stretching her airway around the first four inches of his cock.
For the next twenty something seconds, Harry's dick completely filled heiress Abbott's hot, slick and quickly bobbing throat, as she glucked and slurped his sex to the best of her ability, stared dreamily up into his eyes, and pawed at his thighs with feverish little sweeps of her hands. Then the woman was finally forced to pull her mouth off his shaft in order to draw in a very deep breath and his cock was immediately stolen away.
The culprit of the theft, Susan Bones, the endlessly lusty redhead, was extremely impatient to have Harry's cum sloshing around within her belly. She made this hunger completely obvious when her hollowed out mouth created a skintight sucking seal around every square inch of his flared out cockhead, and she released a whorish little moan over the scent, flavor and texture of his meat. By the time heiress Bones popped her obscenely dick shaped cheeks back off of Harry's cockhead so that she could milk some of his precum onto the bowl-shaped top of her tongue, there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind that she was completely addicted to the taste of his sex...
But then Harry's cock was being pulled away from Susan's hungry, O'd out little mouth, and she was watching it go with a pitiful expression on her face…
Finally, now that the timing was juuuust right for her to make a super-dramatic entrance, Tonks Black sprawled out cat-like across the bed so that she could take her turn upon her man's big, fat, unnaturally perfect cock... With no hesitation at all and just the tiniest look of apology for Susan, Tonks lifted Harry's cockhead right off of the redhead's precum covered tongue, pointed his dick straight up into the air, and then started squelching her deceptively tiny little mouth down his whole entire length in one long, loud, flawlessly slutty swallow. While releasing a series of wet, gurgling, chirps and excited little gurgles, Tonks wriggled her ultra-magical throat around every last inch of Harry's shaft, until her nose was buried firmly within his soft velvety ballsack and her thick sexy ass was swaying happily up in the air...
Even as Harry groaned and curled his right hand into the meat of his first wife's upraised ass, Tonks slowly milked her tightly sealed lips back up the length of his deeply buried dick, Fleur took it back into the heavenly confines of her throat, Hannah moved close in order to take her turn, Susan lined up to the right of Tonks, and the four of them started passing his rock hard sex back and forth like a baton in a relay race. Within just a matter of seconds, the women developed a completely flawless pump pump pass system that had Harry's eyes drifting into the back of his head, his breath leaking out in a moan, and his cock throbbing dramatically in their possessively sucking mouths.
One of the more convenient aspects of taking part in a Soul Bond, was the fact that Harry could continue watching every single second of the wet and sloppy head that Fleur, Tonks, Susan and Hannah were giving him even after Gabrielle straddled his face so that he could start licking her preternaturally delicious little pussy. The Proto Veela sitting on his face leaned as far over his abdominal muscles as her baby filled belly would allow, and then she watched the girls suck his cock from a very, very good vantage point…
Long story short, Harry didn't miss a single instant of how Fleur's lips dragged like a sleeve up the fat length of his shaft every single time she pulled away from his dick. He didn't miss how Tonks kissed, licked and sucked on his balls. He didn't miss how Susan and Hannah kissed each other around every inch of his cock, enjoying each other's mouths even as they spoiled his dick completely rotten. He didn't miss how all of his women fingerfucked themselves the whole entire time, as merely the act of sucking him off drove them all into a frenzy of barely controlled need…
Harry saw it all… Including the fact that a tortured looking Daphne was slowly moving closer to their bed, her trembling hands pawing desperately at her dripping wet sex through a newly translucent section of her virginal white dress… He also saw that every single member of the Weasley family either had their hands down their pants or cupped up under their dress-skirts so that they could try to find some relief...