Her eyes widened in surprise. "You-you do?"
I nodded slowly, a teasing smile spreading across my lips. "Yes. I know all about how Rias kissed you," I murmured playfully, leaning closer. "And honestly, Hermione? My only regret is that I wasn't there to see it firsthand. Damn, that must have been incredibly hot."
Hermione let out a relieved sigh, the tension visibly leaving her shoulders. Then she smacked my arm, eyes narrowing into a cute glare as she muttered, "You're such a pervert, Harry!"
I chuckled warmly, leaning down to whisper seductively into her ear. "Maybe so, but you love it, Hermione. Does this mean you'll finally join me, Lyra, and Lyna properly in bed soon?"
Hermione bit her lower lip, looking up at me with shy determination. Finally, after a long pause, she nodded softly. "Maybe," she admitted quietly, cheeks flushed. "Maybe soon... I think I'm finally ready."
"Good," I told her warmly, squeezing her hand gently. "I'll look forward to it."
I stepped away from Hermione and turned toward Ginny and Jasmine. Both girls looked confused and frustrated, frowning deeply as they approached me.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," Jasmine began softly, her cheeks tinged pink behind her glasses. "I have no idea what even happened out there. One minute Ginny and I were facing Gasper, and then suddenly... it was like time just stopped for us."
"Yeah, exactly!" Ginny added irritably, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Everything went blank, and when we finally came to, the competition was already over. We didn't even get a chance to fight!"
I sighed heavily, giving both girls a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault," I said firmly, placing a comforting hand on each girl's shoulder.
Ginny huffed irritably, clearly annoyed by her loss. Jasmine, however, just looked worried and disappointed in herself. Without thinking, I stepped closer to Jasmine, gently cupping her soft cheek and meeting her eyes seriously.
"Listen, Jasmine," I murmured soothingly, brushing my thumb tenderly over her flushed skin. "You did wonderfully tonight, and I'm proud you were brave enough to join me. Don't be so hard on yourself, okay?"
Jasmine's cheeks burned bright red beneath my gentle touch, her eyes widening adorably behind her glasses. She nodded shyly, offering me a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot coming from you."
Ginny coughed pointedly beside us, clearly annoyed that Jasmine was receiving so much attention. "Yeah, thanks, Harry," she muttered dryly, pouting slightly.
I chuckled softly, giving Ginny a playful smirk. "Don't pout, Ginny," I teased her lightly, flicking her nose gently. "You did great as well."
Ginny huffed again, cheeks flushing, but a pleased smile tugged reluctantly at her lips despite herself. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," she grumbled, clearly pleased by my praise despite trying to act unaffected.
Clearly, Ginny and Jasmine both needed some extra attention from me. My mind drifted briefly back to this morning. Sona asked me explicitly to fuck Jasmine Potter, simply to spite Sirius Black after how rudely he'd spoken to us earlier.
As much as the thought amused me in principle, I knew I wouldn't follow through unless I truly felt something deeper for Jasmine. My life was already complicated enough with the multitude of beautiful women currently vying for my attention and affection. I wasn't about to add anyone new into the mix purely out of spite.
If I did something with Jasmine-or Ginny, for that matter-it would be because I genuinely cared about them. And it wasn't like I haven't been flirting with either of these two girls all along as well.
Especially that broom ride I took with Ginny weeks ago...
Ginny's brown eyes widened slightly in surprise, watching me carefully as I leaned in close and pressed a warm, lingering kiss onto her freckled cheek. Her pale, fair skin instantly flushed a vivid shade of scarlet under the attention, and her lips parted slightly in shock and delight.
Before Ginny could even recover from her surprise, I turned smoothly to Jasmine, giving her an equally affectionate kiss upon her own soft, warm cheek. Jasmine's eyes behind her glasses went adorably wide, and she sucked in a quick, startled breath, her pretty face immediately flushing red beneath my lips.
I stepped back, giving them both a playful yet sincere smile. "Thanks again for helping me out tonight," I told them warmly, holding their gazes. "I owe you both a favor now, one you can cash in anytime you'd like."
Ginny's expression shifted almost instantly into something openly lustful, her eyes darkening visibly as she slowly licked her lips in anticipation. "Oh, you can definitely count on that, Harry," she purred suggestively.
Jasmine, however, was far more reserved. Her cheeks still flaming brightly, she quickly glanced over toward her two best friends, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who were watching our exchange with wide, intrigued eyes. Jasmine bit her lower lip shyly, clearly flustered by their curious stares, and quickly mumbled something incoherent about needing to talk to them before bolting hastily away from us toward her giggling friends!
I chuckled softly, amused by their vastly different reactions. But before I could dwell on it further, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I saw the five Slytherin students who'd been part of my Rating Game team approaching me, each with a distinct expression on their faces.
"So," I began casually, addressing them as a group, "how did things go for all of you?"
Millicent Bulstrode was the first to respond, her broad shoulders slumping slightly in embarrassment. She lowered her eyes sheepishly. "Sorry, Harry," she muttered gruffly, clearly uncomfortable admitting defeat. "I lost almost immediately to that Ravenclaw girl-Tsubaki Shinra. She was way stronger than I thought she'd be..."
I gave her a reassuring smile, patting her shoulder lightly. "Don't worry about it, Millicent. Thanks for helping me out."
"It's fine, I owed Daphne a favor anyway..."
Blaise Zabini stepped forward next, there was a smug and strangely satisfied smirk plastered across his face. "Well, unlike Millicent here," he drawled, "I managed to hold my own against Kiba Yuuto for the entire competition."
He did?
I raised an eyebrow skeptically, glancing toward the three girls standing behind him-Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Daphne's younger sister Astoria.
All three Slytherin witches simultaneously rolled their eyes in blatant disbelief. Clearly, I was missing something here about exactly how Blaise had managed such a feat.
"Right..." I said slowly, giving him an uncertain look. "Good job, I guess...?"
He nodded before walking away back towards Kiba.
Daphne stepped closer to me, she pressed a finger firmly into my chest, glaring accusingly up into my eyes. "Harry Sitri," she began dramatically, her beautiful face twisted adorably with mock-indignation. "That little white-haired girl-Koneko Toujou-was absolutely terrifying! You owe me and Tracey big time for forcing us into that kind of trauma."
Tracey quickly sidled up beside Daphne, placing one arm playfully around her friend's slender waist. She grinned mischievously up at me. "Absolutely right," Tracey agreed enthusiastically. "We definitely deserve a proper date out of this..." Daphne nodded smugly, clearly pleased Tracey was backing her up-at least until Tracey continued. "...We want flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner-and of course, mind-blowing sex at the end of it all. The whole romantic package, Harry!"
Daphne immediately slapped Tracey's shoulder in mortified embarrassment. "Tr-Tracey!" she hissed indignantly, glancing nervously toward me before glaring sharply back at her friend. "You can't just-just say things like that out loud!"
Tracey laughed heartily, clearly delighted by Daphne's adorably flustered reaction. "Come on, Daph," she teased playfully, nudging the still-blushing blonde. "We both know you're dying to see what's hidden underneath those robes of his. Might as well be honest about it."
I chuckled openly, thoroughly entertained by their exchange.
I turned my attention toward Daphne's younger sister, Astoria. The younger witch stood slightly apart from the others, observing the antics of her sister and Tracey with obvious amusement and exasperation.
I gave her a friendly smile, noticing for the first time just how genuinely cute Astoria Greengrass was, with her slender build, delicate porcelain features, and gentle blue eyes. "What about you, Astoria?" I asked lightly, giving her an easy grin. "Any demands for your suffering tonight?"
She snorted quietly, rolling her eyes dramatically at Daphne and Tracey's continued flirtations. "Just don't include me in any more of their crazy nonsense, Harry," Astoria responded dryly, though her lips twitched slightly upward in amusement. "I think one night of running from a tiny girl with monstrous strength was enough excitement to last me the entire school year."
"Fair enough," I chuckled in response, smiling appreciatively at her dry wit. "You did great tonight too, Astoria. Thanks again for joining us."
She nodded politely, giving me a small, sincere smile. "You're welcome, Harry. It was actually kind of fun-terrifying, but fun."
I watched curiously as Astoria stepped away from the group, surprisingly heading directly toward none other than Koneko herself. Daphne's younger sister hesitantly approached the white-haired devil girl, speaking quietly to her in a shy yet earnest tone.
Interesting. It seemed Astoria wasn't quite as intimidated by Koneko as she claimed. At the very least, I'm sure my fiance will be happy her kohai might make a friend...
I shrugged, finally breaking away from Daphne, Tracey, and the others, and turned toward the other assembled teams. Now that my own match had ended, it was time to go see Fleur and Gabrielle.
The Delacour sisters were competing next-facing each other directly-and I intended to wish them both luck in the best possible way.
I knew exactly how much Fleur and Gabrielle loved competing with one another. As sisters, they were deeply affectionate but also fiercely competitive, and tonight's matchup would undoubtedly get heated in every sense of the word.
My eyes instantly found Fleur. Standing gracefully amongst her classmates, she was every bit as stunningly beautiful as ever.
Before Fleur could even say anything, Gabrielle emerged from the group behind her, her shorter, delicate figure quickly sliding past her sister to meet me first. Gabrielle gave me an irresistibly playful grin as she moved closer.
"Harry," Gabrielle murmured warmly, immediately stepping forward to press her curvy body tightly against me. She reached up, winding both slender arms around my neck, pulling me sharply downward into a heated, sensual kiss.
Finally, we broke apart, Gabrielle breathing slightly faster.
"Bon courage, Gabrielle," I whispered teasingly, giving her waist one final, affectionate squeeze. "Try not to wear out your sister too badly tonight."
Gabrielle giggled seductively, her fingers trailing lightly down my chest. "No promises, mon amour," she purred softly. "Though I imagine you'll enjoy comforting us both tonight, won't you? Especially Fleur, since she will be the loser!"
"As if!" Fleur stepped closer, firmly nudging her younger sister aside so she could get her own good luck kiss.
Of course, at this point I was used to ignoring all the jealous glares I got from the male students.
Eventually, Fleur broke the kiss, panting softly as her blue eyes gleamed with unmistakable desire.
"Good luck, Fleur. I'll definitely look forward to celebrating with you both later, tonight or tomorrow. Regardless of whichever one of you wins."
Fleur was better at magic being older, but I had no idea which sister would win. It'd probably come down to their teams deciding it for them. Honestly, I didn't know or care much about the other students from Beauxbatons, they were little more than background noise in comparison.
My only real interest was Fleur and Gabrielle.
And whether Fleur or Gabrielle ended up victorious, I fully intended to spend the night thoroughly comforting both the triumphant winner and the defeated loser with several hours of intense, passionate sex.
Either way, I'd definitely emerge as the real winner by the end of tonight's events-at least until the sudden memory of my earlier bet with Sona resurfaced abruptly. I groaned softly.
Earlier this morning, we'd wagered on today's outcome. Since I had clearly lost, that meant I was now forced into the position of volunteering myself the next time Serafall inevitably tried to drag poor Sona onto her Magical Girl Levia-tan TV show...
A show for young devils, which meant it didn't skimp on the nudity or sex appeal in any way, shape, or form.
And I'm 100% sure Sona had probably already sent that very news off to her older sister as well...
Oh well.
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Chapter 26 (~10k words):
One week after the Hogwarts Rating Games...
— Narcissa —
Narcissa leaned silently against the cool stone wall at the edge of the classroom, arms crossed beneath her chest as her piercing blue eyes tracked every careful movement the imposter made.
She found it irritating that the man wearing Gilderoy Lockhart's stolen face was turning out to be, quite annoyingly, a rather competent teacher.
He paced theatrically before the rows of desks, blue robes billowing dramatically behind him. Narcissa couldn't deny the practiced confidence he exuded-whoever he really was, he had obviously spent considerable time studying Lockhart's exaggerated mannerisms and pompous flair!
"Observe closely, students," the false Lockhart intoned clearly, his voice bright and commanding, just loud enough to silence the nervous whispers among the teenagers seated before him. "These are the three curses so vile, so morally repugnant, that their use earns a lifetime sentence in Azkaban!"
He gestured grandly at a large glass jar on his desk. Several large spiders scuttled anxiously inside, their hairy legs twitching restlessly against the smooth interior. Narcissa's lips curled slightly with distaste.
She then watched as he gave a demonstration of the three forbidden unforgivable curses to a classroom of terrified third year students. It was subtle, but she could see the glimmer in his eyes every time he demonstrated one of the spells in front of the scared students. He enjoyed their fear and terror.
She recognized the look from her sister Bellatrix, alongside the rest of the former Dark Lord's insane followers. Narcissa wondered if she knew this imposter underneath his disguise. Was he friends with her ex-husband? Was that the imposter really didn't seem to like her.
