But just as I began to turn, ready to bolt back toward my team's territory, a loud, resonating gong echoed clearly throughout the Forbidden Forest, freezing me instantly in my tracks.
Damn. That gong meant someone from Sona's team had successfully captured my flag first, sealing our defeat.
In hindsight, leaving only that girl Millicent Bulstrode to guard our flag had clearly been a bad idea. But we needed everyone else out fighting, trying to make up for my team's lack of magical power with numbers.
Sona now looked extremely pleased with herself.
Rias finally stopped glaring suspiciously at Sona and turned toward me instead. Her initial annoyance was quickly replaced with a cute, playful pout as she slowly approached, her hips swaying distractingly beneath her robes. She was still lightly rubbing her ass as she closed the distance between us.
I think she did know it was me, but just felt like teasing Sona.
"That was mean, Harry," she whined softly. The sexy pout on her lips only intensified as she stopped mere inches from me.
She leaned in, her soft, full lips pressing warmly and tenderly against my cheek in a lingering kiss.
I noticed the faintest flicker of envy cross Sona's face. Her cheeks were flushed, lips pressed into a tight line, and she was staring pointedly at Rias, clearly jealous that my fiancee could kiss me so openly with the entire Hogwarts student body-and faculty-watching through the enchanted scrying mirrors floating above us.
A heartbeat later, I felt the subtle shift of magical energy in the air. The scrying above winked out of existence, the enchantments clearly ending now that our Rating Game was officially over.
Now, there was nothing stopping me from giving Sona exactly what she wanted, and what she so obviously craved.
Before Sona could react or protest, I stepped forward, seized her slender waist firmly in my hands, and drew her sharply toward me. Her eyes widened in surprise, the faintest gasp slipping from her lips as her lithe body crashed gently against my chest.
"Congratulations on beating me, Sona," I murmured softly, my voice low and husky. She looked up at me, pink eyes wide with surprise and desire behind her thin glasses, her full lips parted invitingly as she breathed rapidly in anticipation.
Without another word, I captured her lush lips firmly with mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Sona immediately melted into me, her tense posture relaxing as her arms slid around my neck. I tasted her thoroughly, savoring every inch of her delicate mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. My fingers tightened possessively around her slender waist, pressing her hips flush against mine, allowing her to feel exactly how aroused I was becoming from having her beautiful, powerful body pinned intimately against me.
Sona's breath hitched sharply, a soft whimper of pleasure escaping her throat as I deepened the kiss even further. She trembled gently in my arms, her delicate fingers threading into my hair, pulling my head down to claim her more deeply, the soft curves of her breasts flattened sensually against my chest.
Eventually, we broke apart, both panting heavily as we gazed heatedly at each other. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, but satisfaction gleamed brightly in her gorgeous eyes. "T-Thank you, Harry..." she whispered breathlessly, a shy, pleased smile curving her kiss-swollen lips.
Smiling warmly in return, I released my grip around Sona and slowly turned my gaze toward Rias. The crimson-haired devil princess stood patiently waiting. She placed a delicate hand upon her hip, cocking it enticingly as she tilted her head expectantly.
"My turn now, Harry?" she teased softly, her voice rich and seductive. "Or are you already satisfied with just your aunt?"
I firmly grasped Rias's generous, perfectly rounded hips, pulling her enticing curves tightly against my body.
A thrilled gasp escaped her plush lips as our bodies molded intimately together. I leaned forward without hesitation, capturing her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss. She eagerly responded, pressing her soft, full lips against mine as our tongues met and danced sensually. Rias wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders, pressing herself tighter against me, purposefully ensuring her enormous, pillowy breasts flattened snugly against my chest. My hands drifted lower, sliding down the sensual curve of her waist to squeeze and knead the full, round globes of her ass possessively.
"Harry," she moaned softly against my lips, hips grinding subtly against the growing hardness she'd stirred between my legs. Her warmth seeped into me through our clothing, making it difficult not to rip those robes off her voluptuous body right then and there.
Breaking the kiss, I kept her held snugly against me, looking deeply into her striking eyes. "You did a wonderful job today, Rias," I praised quietly, my voice thick with raw desire.
Rias smiled playfully, eyes hooded and filled with lust. "I'm glad you approve," she purred teasingly, her fingers tracing slow, sensual circles against my neck. "Though I must say, one day soon, we will share Hermione together. She is adorably shy and beautful..."
My cock hardened painfully at her blatantly erotic suggestion. Her expression told me she knew precisely the effect her words had on me.
Sona, looking a bit jealous again, leaned into my other side. I realized how utterly fortunate-and absurdly lucky-I was. Holding a devil princess firmly in each arm. She and Rias exchanged playful looks as I wrapped an arm around each of them and we started heading out of the forest to get judged for our performance. After that, we'd get to watch the Delacour sisters face each other next in the forest.
That would be an interesting match. I couldn't care less about the Durmstrang students facing each other after that. Finally, the three winning teams were supposed to face each other tomorrow, but since I was already out of this one, I'd just be cheering on Sona since her team was guaranteed to sweep this event.
— Lilja —
Unbeknownst to the devils, another more powerful and hidden scrying was watching that competition-and it hadn't stopped watching yet either.
Lilja felt her breath hitch sharply as she gazed unblinkingly into the swirling depths of the scrying mirror. Her green eyes widened.
There he was-her Harry. The boy she had given birth to as Lily Evans, the child she'd never had the chance to hold or watch grow, now stood as a strikingly handsome young man. Nineteen years old, tall and leanly muscled, his strong jaw and sea-blue eyes capturing attention effortlessly.
Even in her wildest imaginings, Lilja had never expected the infant she left behind to mature into such a captivating man.
She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, unable to tear her gaze from the scene unfolding within the scrying spell. Harry was now passionately kissing Sona Sitri, a renowned devil princess. Sona clung eagerly to him, her body pressing intimately against Harry's hard muscles, her cheeks flushed crimson as their lips parted sensually, tongues visibly intertwining.
But before Lilja could even begin to process the implications of witnessing her beloved child in such an intimate exchange, she watched, stunned, as Harry turned smoothly to Rias Gremory. The crimson-haired princess of the underworld, little sister of Sirzechs. Harry seized Rias by her full hips, pulling her lush figure tightly against his body.
Lilja's cheeks burned hotter as she watched them kiss hungrily, openly lustful and passionate, tongues dancing sensually while Rias pressed her generous breasts flush against Harry's muscular chest. Harry's hands slid possessively down to grip Rias's perfectly rounded ass, fingers sinking deliciously into soft flesh, pulling her hips even tighter against him. The crimson-haired princess moaned openly into his mouth, hips grinding shamelessly against the very clear hardness pressing urgently between Harry's thighs.
The image sent a traitorous heat pooling between Lilja's legs, her own body reacting involuntarily to the overt eroticism unfolding before her eyes. A wave of embarrassment and shame washed through her, deepening the blush staining her creamy porcelain cheeks.
He was her son-or at least, had been in her previous life as Lily Evans-and yet, she couldn't deny the overwhelming male allure Harry now possessed, nor the way her traitorous body responded instinctively to witnessing his blatant dominance over such powerful and beautiful devil princesses.
But more than her inappropriate reaction, Lilja's mind swirled rapidly with confusion and curiosity. How exactly had her Harry-a human child born of Lily Evans and an unknown, beautiful woman she'd met fleetingly in a muggle pub all those years ago-ended up intimately involved with not one, but two princesses from the Underworld?
Devils were notoriously proud beings, powerful and selective, rarely showing any romantic or sexual interest in ordinary humans, let alone sharing a single man.
And yet there they both were-Sona Sitri and Rias Gremory-openly embracing Harry. Clearly, there was something special about her son, something exceptional that had drawn the attention and devotion of two devil princesses, beings who could quite literally have anyone they desired.
Lilja's mind raced desperately for answers, but details of Harry's mysterious other parent remained frustratingly elusive. All she could recall from her night as a somewhat drunk Lily Evans was an encounter in that shadowy muggle bar-a night of drinking, playful banter, flirtation, and ultimately a single, passionate night spent with a stunningly beautiful woman whose face and name had faded from her memories. Lily Evans had certainly enjoyed her partner's skillful attention that evening.
But something about Harry made it clear his unknown parentage held far deeper significance than Lilja had previously understood. She resolved firmly to uncover the truth behind Harry's origins and his connection to the Underworld once she arrived at Hogwarts as Odin's undercover agent.
The answers clearly awaited her there.
Lilja jumped abruptly, yanked harshly from her swirling thoughts by the loud, boisterous laughter erupting behind her. She spun swiftly, a startled gasp escaping her parted lips as embarrassment surged anew.
Allfather Odin lounged lazily upon his massive golden throne, a goblet of mead dangling carelessly from one hand as he leered shamelessly into his own scrying mirror. The one-eyed god's gaze was riveted upon Harry and the devil princesses, an openly perverted grin stretching broadly across his bearded face as he chuckled deeply.
"By my beard, that mortal lad certainly knows how to handle his women!" Odin bellowed with hearty enthusiasm.
Lilja flushed deeper crimson, mortification mixing with irritation at Odin's crass observations about her son's romantic entanglements. She knew well enough Odin's penchant for beautiful women-and men-but hearing such lewd commentary about Harry, her own beloved child, was simply too much.
"Forgive me, Allfather," Lilja interjected sharply, struggling to keep her voice steady as she met Odin's lecherous gaze evenly. "But perhaps your comments are somewhat inappropriate?"
Odin merely chuckled again, clearly amused by Lilja's embarrassment. "Ah, my pretty young Valkyrie. Youthful prudishness does not suit you, Lilja!"
She might not be able to openly chastise the ruler of Asgard directly, but there were other ways she could ensure Odin faced appropriate consequences for his behavior. "Hmph. Lady Frigga might be very interested indeed in hearing precisely how enthusiastically you admired this mortal boy's prowess, Allfather...".
Instantly, Odin's laughter died away, his remaining eye widening comically as a faint look of panic crossed his bearded face. He coughed awkwardly, quickly averting his gaze from the scrying mirror. "N-now, Lilja, there's surely no need to bother my dear wife with such trivial matters. I was merely appreciating... the strategy of the competition-yes, strategy! Quite ingenious..."
Lilja suppressed a smug smile, nodding politely even as triumph warmed her chest. Odin's wife, Frigga, was a famously proud and formidable goddess, not one to suffer her husband's wandering eye lightly.
Lilja sighed and shook her head, she needed to focus upon her rapidly approaching mission at Hogwarts. Only there would she uncover the truth of Harry's parentage, the reasons behind his inexplicable connection to powerful devils, and precisely what game the Underworld princesses were playing with her beloved son.
Lilja's eyes narrowed in determination. She would find her answers-no matter what secrets Hogwarts held, she would uncover them all.
— Harry —
"That was quite the event," Dumbledore said, his normally composed expression replaced by a strained and somewhat embarrassed smile as he addressed us once we'd returned from the Forbidden Forest. He didn't really look upset, he looked more exasperated and disappointed.
At a few students in particular.
Many of the older students were smirking, blushing, and casting amused or scandalized glances toward a very satisfied-looking Akeno, who was casually playing with a black riding crop between her elegant fingers.
Fred and George stood close to her, both clearly enjoying the shocked and delighted attention. Akeno giggled softly, giving both twins a sultry smile and a playful wink that had the two Gryffindors reddening further. Before the twins could even start boasting, however, their tall and athletic girlfriend Angelina stormed over, her eyes narrowed with a mixture of jealousy and amusement.
Without hesitation, Angelina grabbed Fred and George each firmly by an ear, making them wince and gasp sharply in surprise. "Both of you are coming straight back to my bedroom right now!" she declared.
Fred and George exchanged eager, hopeful grins, no doubt imagining exactly what Angelina planned to do with them in private. Loud wolf whistles and cheers erupted from the nearby students as the trio left the gathering before judging even began.
I shook my head with amusement, turning my attention toward my other teammates. Hermione stood nearby, her face flushed deep red and eyes downcast with obvious embarrassment. Ginny and Jasmine looked equally crestfallen. All three clearly felt terrible for losing their battles.
"I-um, I need to talk to you, Harry," Hermione murmured quietly, nervously fidgeting with a strand of her curly hair. Her cheeks burned bright pink as she glanced up shyly at me through her thick eyelashes.
I stepped closer, gently lifting her chin and gazing down into her nervous, cinnamon-brown eyes. "Hermione," I whispered softly, brushing my thumb tenderly over her flushed cheek. "You don't have to be nervous. I already know exactly what happened."
