I stood there awkwardly, cheeks heating from both embarrassment and the undeniable, distracting sensations her clinginess caused.
"Harry, you can't leave me!" Serafall wailed, her voice quivering and melodramatic. "First, Sona left me all alone, and now you're going to abandon me forever, too! It's too cruel!"
I let out a weary sigh, gently patting her back in a futile attempt to calm her. In the short weeks since I'd met her, I'd rapidly discovered how incredibly clingy, eccentric, and emotional my mother Serafall could be. Still, despite her over-the-top theatrics and relentless displays of affection, I found myself genuinely fond of her.
She might have been a bit much at times-well, most of the time-but I couldn't deny I loved her just the same.
Just when I thought Serafall's wails couldn't get any louder or more dramatic, her stunningly blonde Queen, Behemoth, strode into the room. She was a vision as always, tall and regal with a perfectly sculpted figure that demanded attention. Her eyes narrowed with irritation as she moved closer, losing patience with her mistress.
"Lady Leviathan," Behemoth said firmly, placing her hands onto Serafall's trembling shoulders and attempting to pry her away. "Please stop being so dramatic! You have a mountain of paperwork awaiting your attention. Harry-sama is only going to be gone for a few days at most!"
Serafall's sobs quieted just slightly, and she lifted her head from my shoulder, her cheeks flushed, eyes wide and wet with tears. She pouted dramatically, giving Behemoth a look of pitiful defiance. "But it's too long! Any amount of time away from my precious Harry is torture! What if he forgets about me?"
I couldn't suppress a chuckle despite my embarrassment, shaking my head as I finally managed to gently disengage her arms from around me. "I won't forget you, Mum. It's literally just a couple of days. I promise I'll be back before you even realize I've been gone."
Serafall sniffled loudly, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "You promise, Harry? You really promise?"
"Yes, I promise," I assured her, meeting her tearful gaze with sincerity.
Behemoth exhaled a breath of relief, nodding to me gratefully as she carefully guided the still-sniffling Serafall away from me. "Come now, Lady Leviathan, there's plenty of work waiting. You'll see Harry-sama again very soon."
Mum then got a mischievous look in her eye.
"We need to give him something to remember us by, so he doesn't forget about us," Serafall pouted dramatically, her voice dripping with exaggerated concern. She crossed her arms under her ample breasts, pushing them up enticingly. "I won't let those young, pretty human girls steal my precious Harry away! Behemoth, do something so he won't forget about us. I order you as your king!" she demanded with a pout and stomped her foot.
Behemoth rolled her blue eyes beneath the frames of her sexy glasses, the motion both alluring and exasperated. Clearly used to Serafall's theatrics, she nevertheless complied without a word of protest. "Excuse me, Harry-sama," she murmured softly, stepping closer to me with graceful, measured strides that made her long, toned legs incredibly noticeable.
Before I had time to fully comprehend her intentions, Behemoth leaned forward abruptly. My eyes widened as her full, plush lips pressed against mine. Her kiss was bold, possessive, her mouth open and inviting. Her tongue slipped deftly between my lips, tangling with mine as she deepened the kiss without hesitation.
My body reacted instantly, a hot shiver coursing down my spine. The kiss was electrifying, her lips and tongue leaving me breathless and dizzy. My hands hovered uncertainly at my sides, fists clenching tightly as I struggled not to grab onto her curvy hips and pull her closer. Behemoth maintained the intense lip-lock for a solid thirty seconds, each moment of her lips and tongue escalating my arousal until I was painfully aware of how stiff and demanding my erection had become.
She pulled back slowly, a thin trail of saliva connecting our mouths briefly before snapping apart. Her piercing eyes, laced with amusement and satisfaction, lingered on my flushed face before dropping pointedly downward.
With a sly smirk, she gestured openly toward my blatantly obvious erection, the fabric of my pants strained obscenely by my hardened cock. Turning her attention back to Serafall, Behemoth asked dryly, "Happy now? He won't forget that."
"Perfect!" Serafall declared cheerfully, clapping her hands in delight. With a playful skip, she bounded toward me, surprising me yet again as she stood on tiptoes and placed a quick, chaste kiss on my lips. It was brief and sweet compared to the overwhelming passion Behemoth had unleashed, yet it still managed to leave me stunned.
Serafall giggled mischievously at my shocked expression, clearly enjoying my predicament. "Have fun in the human world, Harry! But remember," she warned playfully, wagging a finger at me, "not too much fun~"
I watched Serafall swaying her hips and ass as she skipped out of the room, her short skirt bouncing with every cheerful step. The image burned vividly into my mind, and I felt heat rush up my neck, turning my cheeks a deep red. I blinked slowly, still processing the outrageous goodbye she'd just orchestrated. Turning my eyes to Behemoth, I silently questioned if everything that had just happened was real or if I'd somehow imagined the entire scene.
Behemoth caught my gaze, her full, sensual lips curving into an amused smirk. She winked at me knowingly, her striking blue eyes filled with playful mischief. "Have fun in the human world, Harry-sama," she said, her voice smooth and teasing.
Before I could respond, she activated the teleportation formula beneath my feet. The intricate runes etched onto the floor glowed brilliantly with a deep blue light, and I felt the familiar, strange sensation of being pulled through space. Traveling instantly from the Underworld back to London never ceased to amaze me. Normally, a journey this far would mean hours on a cramped train, but nepotism clearly had its advantages.
As the son of a Maou, I enjoyed privileges that other devils only dreamed of. Discreet and instantaneous travel between the "two worlds" was just one of them.
Sona had the same perks, and I'd heard that a girl named Rias Gremory, apparently the little sister of another Maou and one of Sona's closest friends, could also move back and forth freely.
Moments later, the teleportation magic deposited me right into a familiar living room. Before I could even get my bearings, I was wrapped in a warm, enthusiastic hug.
Hermione's soft, inviting body pressed tightly against mine, her arms wrapping firmly around my neck. Her touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling as she hugged me even tighter.
"Harry! I missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with happiness and excitement. Her curly hair brushed softly against my cheek, tickling slightly as she squeezed me in her embrace.
"It's great to see you again, Hermione," I replied sincerely, feeling my own arms wrap around her waist naturally. Over her shoulder, I noticed her parents smiling politely at us, obviously pleased at the reunion.
As she finally released me, Hermione stepped back just enough to gaze up into my face, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection. "I couldn't wait for you to get here! We've got so much to talk about!"
I chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. Hermione's family were devil worshipers, Mum had easily convinced them to host a Sitri Clan teleportation circle right in their home.
"You want a beer, Lord Harry. Or maybe a scotch on the rocks? Whatever you need I'll get it for you..." John asked.
Hermione's parents, John and Janet, were practically tripping over themselves, rushing around me like eager servants. Their eyes sparkled with excitement, and they wore wide, overly-friendly smiles. Janet stepped close, batting her eyelashes dramatically.
"Harry, is there anything you need? Anything at all?" she asked, her voice dropping into a suggestive tone that made my throat go dry.
She reached up to her shirt, tugging the top of it down slightly so I could see down the top of her breasts. I swallowed hard, feeling a sudden heat creeping up my neck. The way Janet was staring at me wasn't exactly motherly-it felt like a blatant invitation. Knowing they worshipped devils had definitely changed things. They treated me completely differently from when we'd first met. The deference and eagerness were obvious, almost uncomfortable.
The look Janet was giving me right then was particularly intense, and I had the uneasy feeling that if I asked her to get down on her knees and suck me off right there, even in front of her husband, she wouldn't hesitate.
Part of me felt powerful and liked the idea of having that kind of control, a darker part I didn't usually entertain. But that part had been becoming a bit more prominent in my mind ever since mum fully unsealed my devil heritage.
But these were Hermione's parents. Hermione was one of my closest friends, and crossing lines like that wasn't something I wanted to risk. Plus I just wasn't an asshole like that.
Hermione must have noticed my discomfort and the increasingly overbearing attentiveness of her parents because she suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me gently but firmly toward the door.
"Harry's fine, Mom, Dad. We're supposed to be somewhere else soon," Hermione said pointedly, shooting her parents a firm glance as she tugged me along.
Janet and John exchanged brief looks before smiling again, a bit sheepishly this time. "Of course, dear," John replied quickly, nodding vigorously. "You two go have fun."
Janet's smile was still bright but carried a hint of regret at missing the chance to continue doting on me. "Bye, sweetheart! We love you," she called out warmly.
Hermione smiled and waved. "Love you too..."
Just as we stepped outside, John added hastily, "And Hermione, make sure to listen carefully to Lord Harry Sitri and do anything he asks!" Janet chimed in eagerly, emphasizing, "Anything at all!"
I felt my cheeks burn hotter at their enthusiasm, casting a sideways glance at Hermione who just rolled her eyes but was blushing the same as I was as she glanced at me. "Sorry about them," she muttered as we moved further away.
I glanced over at Hermione and shrugged awkwardly, trying to brush off the heat lingering in my cheeks. "It's alright," I told her, forcing a casual laugh. "I just didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic."
That was one word for it...
Hermione groaned softly, rubbing her forehead like she was fighting off embarrassment. "Harry, you really don't even know the half of it," she sighed, shaking her head slowly. "My parents have been beyond excited for weeks now. It's been nonstop."
I raised an eyebrow, giving her a curious look. "Really?"
She nodded, sighing again. "Yes, really. Think about it. They've believed in devils and magic for years without any solid proof. And then when I was 16 years old, we found out magic was real. Now they find out devils and demons are also real-and even better, their daughter is close friends with an actual devil prince! It's made them more than a little overly excited..." she trailed off.
I chuckled despite myself, thinking about how surreal that must be for her. Part of me wanted to ask exactly how her family ended up worshipping devils in the first place, but it felt like it might lead into a longer conversation than we had time for right now.
Instead, I shifted gears, focusing on our next move. "Okay, so how are we supposed to get to the Weasleys' place?"
Hermione's eyes sparkled with anticipation, and a sly grin crept onto her face. She reached out, gently slipping her warm hand into mine, her fingers interlacing with mine comfortably. "We're going to apparate," she said.
"What's apparating?"
Her grin widened, and she squeezed my hand reassuringly. "It's wizarding teleportation. Sort of like what you're used to, but much less comfortable. You may or may not vomit your first time..."
"Oh, great," I replied dryly, unable to stop a small, uneasy laugh. "Sounds delightful..."
She rolled her eyes playfully but stepped closer, tightening her grip on my hand. "I've practised this a lot. Don't worry, it's completely safe. Unpleasant, but safe. And since we're both over 18, we can use magic freely-even if we're both still attending Hogwarts." Hermione had been so happy in her letters when she found out I'd be attending Hogwarts as well this year, in the same class as her.
...Although, I knew that she was a bit nervous about what that would do for all the rumors about the two of us. The newspaper articles about Hermione being "Harry Potter's muggleborn secret Mistress" had not died down.
And yes, the wizarding world still thought James Potter was my father.
For now...
"Alright," she warned, her eyes meeting mine seriously now. "Hang on tight. This is going to feel really weird."
Before I could ask what she meant by "weird," I felt a sudden, intense pull, like I was being sucked rapidly into a tight, uncomfortable tube.
...My hands were gripping my knees tightly as I fought hard not to throw up. My stomach churned violently, and I took deep breaths, desperately trying to settle it down. This type of teleportation felt way worse than the devil's version-like my insides had been scrambled and shaken around!
Fuck, that really was unpleasant!
"You alright, Harry?" Hermione asked gently, stepping closer with a worried look on her face.
"Give me a second," I groaned, slowly straightening up. My legs felt shaky, and I swallowed heavily to keep everything down. "What the hell was that?"
She gave me an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of her neck. "Sorry, it's always rough the first time. You'll eventually get used to it, though."
I shook my head firmly, taking another steadying breath. "I'd rather not have to get used to something like that," I muttered, earning an amused smile from her.
Hermione chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling playfully as she reached into a small pouch hanging at her hip. I watched in amazement as she stuck her whole arm inside it, disappearing up to her shoulder before pulling out a blackened wand with a deep blue handle. "Here," she said, holding it out to me. "I got this for you."
I took it hesitantly, turning it over in my hands curiously. "What's this for?"
"Well, it'll look strange if you go around casting spells without a wand," Hermione explained patiently. "Wizards use wands, and people might start asking awkward questions if you start doing magic with just your hands."
