The living room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, (were people aware of the building's existence) was currently one of the more interesting sights in London. Two beautiful young witches, both pale but one freckled, lay nude in front of a muscled young man with jet-black, messy hair. One stunningly blonde and one fiery red, they lay surrounded in an atmosphere of serene peacefulness, but with a sordid element of sex in it. Their clothes lay strewn around them, various fluids had now stained the transfigured bed.
Harry had been waiting for Daphne to speak. They were all comfortable in their nudity and right now it didn't seem to distract them. She sat up, clearing her throat. "My father has been doing a lot of work on Magical Law, specifically marriages. He thinks that currently, the way that bloodlines pass down means that it's getting... dangerously inbred." Harry raised his eyebrows. He'd thought of insulting Malfoy that way but didn't think much of it. She continued, with Ginny urging her. "It's uncomfortable to admit but there's truth to there being power in blood." She had seen Harry begin to raise his eyebrows and she Daphne cut him off.
"I don't mean that purebloods are more magically capable." She snapped at him. "I mean that there are kinds of magic that specifically affect descendents of bloodlines." Ginny and Harry looked at each other, unsure. " My family has one. A blood curse.: Said Daphne, a little sadly. "It could affect any of us at some point in our lives. It's hard to detect." She cleared her throat as Ginny patted her on the back soothingly. "It's alright. Anyway, the idea is that... these kinds of magical curses, they can't be diluted by ordinary breeding. Sorry for the crudeness. The curse would be diluted if we mixed with other bloodlines." Harry tilted his head. Absent-mindedly he had begun to stroke himself again a little, slowly.
"But there's a movement in the Ministry to create a lot of new 'noble lines' specifically to avoid things like this. Magical unions that count for the purposes of things like unlocking magical secrets or diluting a bloodline... they're not as simple as paperwork. Proposed "ancient" families like Potter. Lovegood, even. They're now considering all sorts of things." Harry had sensed she seemed nervous now, so sat down, crossing his legs to shield himself from her a bit. "So... what are you proposing here?" She looked down at her fists which were now clenched on her knees. "I want you to, magically at least, effectively marry me if they pass this new law. The curse affecting my family is strong. Father believes only a union with an exceptionally strong wizard of strong blood could break it." She looked at him fiercely.
It was a testament to his will that Harry didn't burst out laughing. Ginny could clearly tell what he was thinking and swatted him on the arm. "You ARE a powerful wizard. How many times do you keep needing to be told this?" She hissed. "I'm sorry!" Harry cried. "I don't... I don't like hearing it. Really all I wanted was acceptance." He said shortly. Daphne shook her head at him slightly. "I'm not asking you all to consider this lightly. I know we aren't... in LOVE..." she said, trailing off a little, as if she'd thought something. "But I wanted to show you what I could... offer. And a union with my family has a lot of advantages." She gestured to one of the little Black artifacts in a glass case.
"It's not just curses. Magical bloodlines hold all sorts of secrets. Objects. Even places, accessible when once not." She went a bit pink as she turned to Ginny. "It's not just Harry." She said, determinedly. "I've had a mild crush on you in school too. Ever since I saw your spellwork, actually. That's why I chose you two. Effectively second-marrying me into a new cadet branch of your lines. Any heirs I'd produce would be free of the curse. I'm certain of it." Daphne took a big breath after her long explanation, slumping back onto pillows and covering her face.
"Without the curse it's much more obvious I just asked you both to marry me." She said, sticking a pillow on her face. Harry and Ginny stared at each other, unsure of what to say. Her plea seemed to be very true and free of ulterior motives, but Harry and Ginny could both think of a few. H arry sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes a bit. "It's certainly a proposition..." he said slowly. Daphne laughed a little: "My original idea was to show you both what I could... do. And then if you didn't think the idea was completely mad then maybe... date you. See if it wasn't completely mad."
"Obviously." Said Ginny kindly, pausing to pat Daphne on the shoulder. "Harry and I would need to discuss this. It's massive." Harry nodded firmly. "But thanks for being upfront with us." Ginny gave Daphne a little kiss on the cheek, surprisingly chaste given they had just had a lurid threesome. After this, they eschewed showering and used cleaning charms and then redressed in their more appropriate clothing. They set the room back to normal and bid Daphne adieu at the fireplace. Before using the Floo Powder, she spoke: "Remember, you still have two more free massages." She said with a wink, and disappeared in a whirl of emerald flames.
Ginny and Harry had enjoyed a nice dinner and headed to bed, with Ginny conveniently "forgetting" to cast the relief charm while knowing Harry was too magically spent to do so. That trick with the warding spell was complicated. The result was they lay together side by side, with Ginny's hand stroking Harry's throbbing beast up and down with long, slow movements. "We'll talk about it in the morning because the curse is definitely too strong right now." She purred, rolling his foreskin down and reaching up, covering his head with his precum and massaging him softly, the huge purple head of his cock barely fitting in her palm. "It's hot to imagine you impregnating her though. You aaaaare such a powerful wizard... it seems natural you should have loads of heirs..."
Harry groaned, both in concern and lust as he felt Ginny's fingertips smoothly glide across his shiny glans. "I mean really." She continued on as he jerked his huge cock a bit faster. "Who knows what the future holds? Magical law will probably change a lot after Voldemort's death, once they get all the current stuff straightened out. If she's right..." Harry sort of grunted at Ginny, prompting her with a swing of his hips, his cock pushing roughly into her hand. "Ginny." He groaned hoarsely. She grinned at him. "Sorry. I was just imagining you absolutely ravishing her." Ginny chimed absent-mindedly as she began to mount him, wiggling her hips so that her pussy lips rubbed his cock teasingly with their warm, clinging wetness. They let out a simultaneous moan when Ginny started to take more of him in. She took him wonderfully, tight and maddeningly snug as he pushed into her, Ginny thudding his chest with her fists as she struggled to fully take him.
With a powerful swing upwards of his hips, Harry's huge dick split her and she cried out, trembling as Harry moaned deeply, his cock nestled almost fully inside her, and when he thrust up and bottomed out, her stomach bulged slightly. "Fuck Harryyy!!" Ginny moaned as she gyrated on him, relishing the feeling of him stuffing her full. The curse had not fully returned given the amount of wild debauchery they'd taken place in. This was almost just Harry and Ginny. Harry pushed off the bed, taking Ginny tumbling down, still fully sheathed in her as he pinned his beautiful girlfriend to the bed and began to fuck her hard. The wet PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of Harry's rhythmic thrusting filling the air along with Ginny's satisfied moans. "Oh yes! Harrrrryyyy!!" She curled her legs around him and clutched at his muscled, sweaty back as she came around his huge cock.
Harry could take no more. Ginny's hot, massaging cunt wrung an orgasm out of him as he straightened his back and groaned, emptying his balls and filling Ginny with a hot, thick load of cum. They lay in each other's arms for a while before pulling apart with a kiss, both of them moaning a little as Harry slid free, his cum oozing out of Ginny. Harry vanished their sexual emissions as they crawled back into a comfortable position under the blankets to sleep. Ginny snuggled up, her head on his shoulder. "You know who you really want to ask about this? Hermione." Said Ginny as she yawned.
Harry frowned. "It's not a good idea to visit her and Ron. If anyone shares a strong magical bond with me, it's them." Ginny patted him on the chest a little. "I... you know. I assumed there may have already been some fooling around in that dynamic. I think Ron's maybe not entirely straight. You saw him with Krum." Harry laughed. "Yeah. Maybe." Ginny shrugged a little as she pulled the duvet onto herself. "So long as you don't tell me about anything with Ron, then I'm fine." As Ginny fell into a peaceful, worn-out slumber, Harry lay pondering at the ceiling. It's not like he hadn't thought about it before. If he explained it thoroughly and used the spells, he supposed there wasn't really any reason he couldn't discuss Daphne's strange proposal with them.
The next morning, Harry had sent an owl to Hermione and Ron's residence elsewhere in London. Ginny had headed off to another practice, after which she had organised to meet Daphne for lunch. Harry had questions about this, but decided to shelve them for now. He had been eating some toast and reading the Daily Prophet when Pigwidgeon fluttered in through an open window, hooting excitedly as it dropped the letter and went to perch on the fridge. Harry opened the letter and began to read:
"Harry, thanks for writing to us. Things are going well here. Ron's doing well at the training and I'm currently interning for the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I'll fill you in on all the details when you visit. We've practised the defenses using instructions Ginny sent." Harry stopped reading for a moment. When had she done that? He shook his head a little, laughed a little sigh, and read on. "Daphne's offer is complicated. I know you'll want to do the 'gallant' thing to help with her curse, but there's a lot to consider. With that in mind, come visit around 5. Ron likes to catch the Quidditch on the radio and I'll be working. Lots of love, Hermione."
He thought about the contents of the letter, wondering if he could catch any undertones in the letter. Maybe Ginny was just fantastically horny. True, Hermione and Ron had both had their moments he'd found them attractive, but that's the kind of thing you realise later on in life, he thought to himself. Deciding that he would have a productive afternoon, Harry cast the warding spell on himself. The curse shouldn't bother him for quite a while, if yesterday's actions counted for anything. By 2pm, he'd managed to clear almost all of his work. The last was a case surrounding a poisoned dish, but the person had chosen something nonlethal by accident. Frankly, it hurt his head to even think about it anymore.
He thought that he'd tackle it better with some food in his stomach, Harry walked towards the fireplace and grabbed some Floo Powder, standing there and thinking. Throwing it down he cried: "The Three Broomsticks!" The familiar swirling of green flames and dizzying images of fireplaces washed over him. Harry confidently strode out when his designated fireplace appeared before him. He kicked off a bit of ash and smiled at the buxom, curly-haired witch behind the bar. "Hi Rosmerta. Lunch?" He said with a rather cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes at him and gestured to a chair by a window. Harry looked for a Daily Prophet and grabbed one from a table before sitting down and looking at the front page. Nothing special, something about a new proposal to limit the amount of dragonhide that could be imported.
He was interrupted in his reverie, his mind thinking back to his encounters with dragons, when Rosmerta placed a sandwich and a Butterbeer on Harry's table. "Been keeping out of trouble then? I haven't seen your name in the paper for a while." Madam Rosmerta asked him inquiringly, folding her arms under her admittedly heavy chest. Harry grinned sheepishly. "Actually it's been complicated." He relayed the story of what had happened to Rosmerta, leaving out the details of what the curse was. By the end, she was laughing. "Oh dear. The Boy Who Lived certainly does attract trouble." She glanced at the bar and saw people waiting for drinks. Impatiently she waved her wand and two taps opened, pouring beer into pint glasses that flew under them. "Give Ginny my best Harry." She said, walking back to serve a wizard with a funny tweed hat.
Harry ate and perused the newspaper, whiling away the time with some butterbeers and a book on magical feuds in history. Truthfully, after leaving Hogwarts he actually found wizard history interesting. It was just a shame it was taught by the most boring ghost ever cursed to cling onto the earth. The time got away from Harry and it wasn't until he noticed that Rosmerta had lit candles that he realised it must have been near the time to visit his best friends. Straightening up and handing Rosmerta a small coin purse, Harry gathered his things and stepped outside into the brisk autumn air of Hogsmeade. It was beautiful, with Halloween decorations everywhere and brown, crunchy leaves blowing across the street. Conjuring up the image of Ron and Hermione's flat in London, he closed his eyes and spun on the spot, disapparating with a loud crack.
Harry popped into existence outside a large brick building, in an alleyway between two identical looking ones. He turned to his right and looked at the back court. It was a bin area, with old style metal dustbins in concrete enclosures. He walked up to the bins and reached into his robes, pulling out a wrapper of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and dropping it into one that was already open and empty. The wrapper touched the bottom and as it did, the bottom swung out to reveal a ladder. He climbed down, finding himself at a tiny little well-swept tunnel, with an elevator at the end, without a door. He got on it and pressed the button for up. The little metal frame whizzed upward and stopped, by Harry's reckoning, about three floors up.
It stopped at a small hallway that had a red door at the end, with the number 105 on it. He walked up to it, the little lamps on the brick wall igniting as he passed them. He knocked on the door a couple of times. The door swung open and Harry was met with the scent of cinnamon and maple, obviously from some scented candles, or an enchantment. As he walked through the hallway he noticed how strange it was, a mix of wizard and muggle styles. There was a few furniture items that looked suspiciously flat-packed next to some curious artifacts, or items that looked older than the building. He came to the end and was greeted with their living room/kitchen. The kitchen looked somewhat in appearance to the Burrow's with an old-style range. He saw a familiar red mop of hair and a bushy, frizzy one. The two were in conversation over a newspaper. Harry cleared his throat a little and they both jumped, turning to look at him.
"Harry!" Ron and Hermione said in surprise, getting to their feet swiftly. Ron got there first, clasping his hand then pulling him into a one-armed hug. They separated grinning at one another, Ron quickly moving aside to let Hermione give Harry a tight, two-armed squeeze that he thought for a moment was very reminiscent of Mrs Weasley. They broke apart and Ron clapped him on the back. "I knew a curse wouldn't stop you visiting. Didn't I say Hermione?" The frizzy haired witch shook her head and sighed, rolling her eyes. It seemed their relationship had gotten better, with both of them finding their prickling rather amusing. At least more often. "Well, yes. Well done." She smirked. "So. We should catch up!" Ron turned on the radio and tuned in to the Quidditch as Hermione summoned a bottle of chilled white wine and three glasses from nowhere. Ron excitedly tuned into the Quidditch, explaining to Harry how big a deal the game was. "It's the semifinals of the English League. Cannons vs Ravens." Harry grinned at him as Hermione smoothed out some parchment on the table in front of Harry. Having not seen them in a while, it was so good to be back in their company.
They listened to the game while Hermione explained some of the finer points of wizarding Marriage Laws and how things like magic can be affected by bloodlines, pacts or marriages. She had summoned some more wine and some cheese and crackers on a charming little wooden plate with the Hogwarts crest. Harry raised his eyebrows. "A present from Winky." With an absent-minded flick of his wand while he heard a particularly narrowly failed chase of the Snitch by the Cannons, the fireplace roared into life while Harry paid half his attention to Hermione using the Black bloodline to explain a point about 'line theft'. They spent the rest of the early evening with the Quidditch, chat and some drinks, relaxing as Harry, Hermione and Ron concluded their discussion.
"At the end of the day it's your choice Harry. If you go through with this, I reckon you'll want a good magical lawyer to look through any contracts." She patted him on the shoulder, knowing it must be a heavy thing on the mind. Harry shrugged and looked at Ron, who was tuning the radio to a good wizard station and summoning himself a beer. "I mean, it's a lot isn't it mate? Sex curse, marriages, Auror work. I've only got one of them and it's enough." Ron said with a hearty grin, sipping the beer. Hermione and Harry laughed, the former smiling at Ron. "He's been doing excellently." She turned to Harry. "About the curse... who have you gotten with then?"
This was very unusual for Hermione, who while normally quite upfront about things, wasn't this crude. Though he looked at Ron, who had nothing to say but he did raise his eyebrows a little. Harry supposed it was the curse. He had cast his charm before, and Hermione and Ron had made sure to cast the spells... he was sure. He spoke anyway, curious. "Luna, and Daphne. Also, Ginny, a lot." Harry said with a sheepish grin. Ron's face didn't sour, but he paid no attention to the remark about his sister. "Blimey. It's that powerful then?" He said, gulping down some beer.
Hermione looked a little flushed, brushing back some of her frizzy brown hair. Harry shifted a little awkwardly. The curse's magic gently thrummed through his body. "I know." Said Ron, suddenly getting to his feet. "It's been ages since we played Chess, eh Harry? I got a new set actually. Different magical creatures as pieces." Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. A more normal atmosphere had returned as he saw Hermione go back toward the papers on the desk, sneaking another pour of wine. Ron returned a short minute later as Harry and Hermione had started swapping work tales. He set the purple and green box on the table. He showed Harry the pieces in turn, explaining which creature was which piece. "And the Queen is a Banshee. Make sure to cover your ears if it's taking a piece." Ron said with a grin.
Harry nodded. He was feeling a pleasant buzz coming on. They'd drank and snacked lazily while working and chatting, Harry almost forgetting that he was cursed while he played a spiritedly competitive game of wizard chess with Ron. He had just begun to pressure Ron's queen when Hermione had gotten up to watch them. She settled herself into the couch behind Ron very naturally and slowly massaged his shoulders. Harry thought this was unusual, as Hermione and Ron tended to be quite private with their affections. Who the main driving force behind that was, Harry couldn't say. However, it didn't appear to be the case anymore. As Ron stared determinedly at the chessboard, Hermione's slender fingers massaged his shoulders softly. She laid a gentle kiss on his cheek as Ron's eyes hovered upon a bishop, which was a Hippogriff in this set.
Harry realised he'd made a blunder that Ron spotted when he saw his friend's mouth curl into a smile. Ron folded his arms smugly as his bishop flew to Harry's rook (a cave troll in this set) and felled it easily. Harry groaned while Hermione laughed, her fingers trailing across Ron's fairly muscular chest. "Something the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked sweetly while she kissed the lobe of Ron's left ear. To Harry's amazement, Ron didn't seem put off by this public display. To the contrary, he saw Ron run his hand across Hermione's calf. "How's about this..." she said as she leaned over, resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. "You've lost this game. Start again. Every time you take a piece that isn't a pawn, we will remove an item of clothing. Same goes for you too, of course."
Both Harry and Ron had stunned expressions on their faces. "Oh come now Ron." She said sniffily. "You've been toying with the idea of a third for ages, and we know you wouldn't mind Harry. The way I see it, we're doing Harry a favour with the curse plus we get an easy excuse if we ever regret it." She laid back, stretching lazily as her thin cardigan and t-shirt pulled up to reveal her pale, cute tummy.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, exchanging one of their signature wordless looks as if to say 'What is she like?!'. Ron nodded as Harry did too. "Okay." They said in unison. They reset the board as Hermione pointed her wand at a record player, making it play some light disco music. Harry refocused his attention and turned to the board, ready to play.