I felt my cheeks heating up quickly, an embarrassed blush spreading across my face as I glanced shyly over to where Hermione, Narcissa, Tonks, and my two beautiful devil-maids, Lyra and Lyna, waited for me. Each wore varying expressions of excitement, amusement, embarrassment, and affection-all unmistakably clear on their beautiful faces.
As I approached, Lyra and Lyna immediately sprang forward with loud, emotional cries, tears streaming openly down their pretty faces as they practically launched themselves at me.
"Oh, Master Harry!" Lyra sobbed dramatically, hugging herself tightly to my left arm. I felt her soft, curvy body press eagerly against me. "That was absolutely beautiful! So passionate-so incredibly romantic! I could hardly breathe watching you kiss Lady Serafall like that!"
"I completely agree!" Lyna wailed dramatically from my right, gripping my other arm just as tightly. Her generous breasts flattened enticingly against me as she sniffled loudly, pressing herself as close as possible. "Your performance moved me deeply, Master! I'll remember it forever. I'm so proud that we belong to you!"
Chuckling awkwardly at their enthusiastic reactions, I gently rubbed their backs comfortingly. "Thank you, Lyra, Lyna," I said softly, smiling despite the faint embarrassment that still lingered. "I'm really glad you both enjoyed it, even if it was pretty embarrassing performing in front of everyone like that."
"More than enjoyed!" Lyra insisted passionately, staring up at me through tearful eyes. "It truly touched us, Master Harry! It was a moment we'll cherish forever!"
I laughed softly again at her sincere intensity and turned my attention toward Hermione, who stood waiting just behind them. Her pretty face was faintly flushed, her expressive brown eyes still slightly red from shedding a few emotional tears of her own during filming.
Hermione gave a gentle laugh as she dabbed delicately at her eyes with her fingertips. "Honestly, Harry," she admitted softly, smiling shyly, "I wasn't prepared to get so emotionally involved in your performance. When I was younger, my mother and I would spend hours watching dramas together, and your scene with Serafall just brought all those memories rushing back. I never imagined myself enjoying something like a magical girl show, but you may have changed my mind today."
I grinned warmly at her adorable confession. "Well, maybe you've just discovered your new guilty pleasure, Hermione," I teased playfully.
She blushed prettily in response, smiling sweetly up at me. "Perhaps," she murmured softly. "But only if you continue starring in it, Harry."
My smile widened, affection for her swelling inside me as I turned my attention toward Tonks next. She shifted awkwardly on her feet, cheeks flushed vividly pink as she stared fixedly at the studio floor, nervously twisting a strand of her bright pink hair.
I tilted my head curiously, stepping a bit closer to her. "Tonks?" I asked softly, gently prompting her. "What was that you just mumbled? I couldn't quite hear you."
She swallowed nervously, finally gathering the courage to glance shyly up at my face. "I-I just still can't believe you actually did all that with Serafall," she said awkwardly, her cheeks turning even brighter. "I mean-she's your mother, Harry! Doesn't that... well, isn't it kind of... strange?"
Narcissa's smooth, amused laugh interrupted before I could respond. She gently placed a comforting hand onto Tonks's shoulder, smiling warmly down at her blushing niece. "Oh, dear Nymphadora," Narcissa teased gently, blue eyes glittering with mischievous amusement, "you're going to have to get used to accepting far more shocking things now that we're devils. Things like this will seem positively tame soon enough, trust me. The expectations and rules for devils-especially those in a peerage-are very different from those we used to know."
Tonks blushed even deeper at Narcissa's knowing smirk, ducking her head shyly. "Y-yes, Aunt Cissa," she admitted awkwardly, a small smile breaking through her embarrassment. "I suppose you're right. It's just all a bit new for me."
Narcissa leaned close, lowering her voice seductively as she whispered teasingly into Tonks's ear, clearly enjoying her niece's reaction. "In fact, dear niece, I doubt it'll be very long at all before you and I find ourselves happily joining forces in intimately servicing our handsome young master. Just picture it, Nymphadora-the two of us together, completely naked and eagerly pleasuring Harry's cock."
Tonks inhaled sharply, eyes widening in shocked embarrassment. Her entire face glowed scarlet as she gasped, scandalized, "Aunt Cissa!"
I chuckled warmly at Tonks's adorable reaction, stepping in closer to gently cup her flushed face with one hand. "Relax, Tonks," I murmured soothingly, meeting her startled gaze directly. "There's no rush whatsoever. Take all the time you need to get used to being part of my peerage-I'll never pressure you."
Her expression softened immediately at my gentle reassurance, her embarrassment slowly fading into a tender, grateful smile. I leaned forward slowly, softly pressing my lips against hers in a sweet, gentle kiss, conveying to her exactly how happy I was to have her at my side.
Tonks melted slightly into my embrace, her lips warm and responsive against mine. When I slowly pulled back, she gazed up at me through dazed, affectionate eyes. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered softly, sincerity clear in her quiet tone. "I... I'm really glad I'm here with you."
Smiling warmly, I gave her a gentle nod of acknowledgement. Then, turning to each of my other girls in turn-Hermione, Narcissa, Lyra, and Lyna-I made sure to tenderly kiss each of them, expressing my genuine appreciation for every member of my wonderful, affectionate peerage.
After the intensity of filming that dramatic scene with Serafall, surrounded by the girls I deeply cared about, I knew without a doubt how lucky I truly was.
...Everyone had more free time now that my obligations for the weekend were taken care of. Filming was wrapped for the day, the crew was breaking down the set, and Serafall had sprinted off to bullying the post team for a "special cut." That meant the rest of my girls could breathe a little.
Since this was the Underworld and no one here cared about a sabbath, Narcissa decided to take Tonks shopping. She fixed Tonks with that cool professor stare, looked her up and down, and told her she was done letting her niece live in nothing but Hot Topic.
"Honestly, Nymphadora," Narcissa sighed in her refined voice. "I know this style of yours is quite popular in the human world these days, especially amongst rebellious teenage girls. But surely now, as a member of Harry's peerage, it's time to expand your wardrobe and choose something more fitting to your new station."
Tonks instantly pouted, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. She tilted her chin upwards with exaggerated stubbornness, obviously defensive. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with my clothes, Aunt Cissa," Tonks huffed in irritation. "Hot Topic has plenty of awesome outfits. I like dressing punk-it's cool and it suits my personality. Just because I'm a devil now doesn't mean I suddenly need to dress in boring fancy dresses and pearls every single day."
Narcissa gave her niece an amused, indulgent smile, shaking her head slightly as she tried reasoning with Tonks again. "Oh, darling, I'm certainly not saying you need to abandon your sense of personal style," Narcissa explained calmly. "Far from it. But you can at least broaden your horizons a bit. The Underworld's fashion boutiques have selections far superior to that cheap human mall store you seem obsessed with. Who knows? You may even find punk styles here that are far superior to anything in the human world."
Tonks hesitated, narrowing her eyes slightly in suspicion before finally shrugging reluctantly. "Well... okay, fine. I guess maybe it couldn't hurt to at least check it out," she admitted grudgingly, though she still wore a skeptical expression. Then, in a lower voice, she muttered quietly, "Maybe the devils invented punk fashion in the first place? Was my style actually invented in Hell? That would actually be pretty cool!"
The other girls standing nearby overheard Tonks's quiet musings and immediately giggled lightly amongst themselves, clearly amused by her candid reaction.
Chuckling softly myself, I decided it was probably a good idea to send Lyra and Lyna along on this shopping trip as well. The Sitri territory was generally safe, of course-my family's influence and power was strong here, but I still felt better sending along my two devil-maids as added protection for Narcissa and Tonks. Neither Narcissa nor Tonks had fully mastered their newfound devil abilities just yet. They were both extremely beautiful women, and I knew firsthand how entitled some of the high-class devils could feel when seeing attractive women unescorted. If any arrogant young noble devils got the wrong idea about approaching or bothering my girls, Lyra and Lyna would swiftly correct their misunderstandings.
"Lyra, Lyna," I addressed both maids directly, motioning for them to join Narcissa and Tonks. "Please accompany Narcissa and Tonks on their shopping trip today. Keep an eye on them, and make sure no one tries to harass or bother them. I trust both of you to protect them completely."
Lyra instantly stood straighter, her pretty face brightening with pride and determination. "Of course, Master Harry! You can absolutely count on us. We won't let anyone lay even a finger on your precious girls!"
"Exactly right!" Lyna agreed cheerfully, her lovely features set in an equally determined expression. "Lyra and I will make certain nobody dares to cause trouble or disturb Narcissa or Tonks while they're out shopping today. You can trust us!"
After a few more playful protests from Tonks and gentle encouragement from Narcissa, the four lovely women finally departed together for their shopping trip, leaving me behind in the peaceful quiet of Sitri Manor.
This left me alone with my first girlfriend and bishop, Hermione. I took Hermione to the back gardens to be alone. Both of us changed into swimsuits to spend time together in a hot tub.
We slid into one of the smaller jacuzzis-one of several set into the terraces that overlooked our family's koi lake and the soft, lit paths through the orchards. Pale blue runes glowed along the tub's lips, keeping the temperature perfect and the jets steady.
Hermione leaned back against my chest and set her head on my shoulder. Her curls were pinned up, but a few damp strands stuck to the side of her neck. The heat softened the muscles in her back and shoulders. I felt the slow rise and fall of her breathing against me. For a while, we said nothing. I just held her and felt the way her body relaxed by inches.
"We don't get much time like this," she said finally. Her voice was soft and calm. "At Hogwarts, I thought we would, but there's always something-classes, politics, your mother, the tournament, devils dropping into the castle, Dementors, Lockhart being Lockhart... or not Lockhart," she finished with a giggle.
"Well, at least we took care of that last problem."
"I was just making a point," Hermione said with a cute pout.
"I know." I kissed the side of her head. "I've been feeling guilty about that. You were the first one to say yes to me, the first one to stand with me, and I keep getting pulled every direction but yours."
She turned her face a little so she could look up at me. "You don't have to apologize for having a life, Harry. But I do like when you say things like that." A small smile tugged at her mouth. "Keep going."
I huffed a laugh. "I'm sorry for not taking you on enough dates. I'm sorry for letting things crowd you out. And I want to fix it. Tonight is just us. No cameras, no crew, no family, no emergencies. Just you and me."
"That," she said, "is an acceptable plan."
We fell back into the warm hum of the water. She started talking about magic like she always did when her hands were free and her brain was happy. She'd been throwing herself into elemental work since her turn-more than that, she was chasing how our devil imagination magic could thread into magical processes that normally needed innate capacity or expensive catalysts to perform for humans. Things like rituals or alchemy.
"Human alchemy was always going to be impossible for me," she said. "I didn't have the raw power needed for the subject. Most students didn't, which was why it's not offered as a course anymore and everything has to be learned with self study."
I stroked her skin and teased her a bit. "And knowing you, Hermione, I'm sure you did plenty of that."
"Of course I did," she chuckled proudly. "I could memorize every circle and ratio in all the ancient books I found in the library, but at the end of the day it required magical fuel I didn't have. Now I do. So I've been thinking about pursuing water-borne arrays, steam-phase transmutation, controlled crystallization under devil field pressure..." She paused. "I know that sounds like gobbledygook."
"It doesn't," I said. "You're talking about using demonic water as a carrier and your new demonic force as the driver. You sketch the reaction with chalk, then hold the containment with the Sitri Clan crest, and you push the change with your will and enhanced powers."
Yes, I had been studying and not just spending most of my time at school flirting with women...
"It's so sexy when my boyfriend acts smart..." Hermione took her head off my shoulder and I saw her warm brown eyes darkening lustfully and she leaned in and kissed me...
After a couple hours of spending time with Hermione, my peerage returned from shopping. Narcissa seemed very pleased with her outing, so did Tonks actually.
All of us met in the extravagant dining room where we had dinner with my grandparents alongside mother and her queen Behemoth. It was a nice dinner until Serafall ended up getting an emergency message looking annoyed.
Hermione gently squeezed my thigh beneath the table. "Harry," she murmured softly, "I think you should go check on your mother. She looked pretty upset about something. It's not like her to leave dinner abruptly like that without a good reason."
I glanced sideways, meeting Hermione's thoughtful brown eyes. She was genuinely concerned for Serafall. Dinner with our family and peerage had been pleasant, but Serafall receiving that urgent message and abruptly excusing herself was unusual enough to raise alarm bells.
"Are you sure?" I asked quietly, hesitating slightly. "We finally managed to get some time alone tonight, Hermione. I don't want to ruin that by rushing away."
