It had been a surprise to hear her Mother’s plan for the Quidditch World Cup when she first announced it. Exhilarating events were not something House Greengrass was accustomed to attending, as they typically kept to high-status balls and quiet tea gatherings amongst sophisticated political allies.
However, it didn’t take Daphne long to realize this was part of some scheme concocted by her sister and Potter, who somehow managed to rope her mother into it. For some idiotic reason, Potter would be going away to stay with the Weasleys to attend the World Cup with them, while she and Astoria would be free to do as they saw fit out of their own tent on the campgrounds.
Daphne pretended to be fine with the whole arrangement, putting on an agreeable face and nodding along as her mother explained it to her. It wasn’t all bad, as her best friend, Tracey Davis, and her family would be attending the Quidditch World Cup as well, and so Daphne would be able to see them.
The bubbly Half-blood that was her friend was a tad too overjoyed by the whole experience, to the point that even Daphne was reaching the end of her patience for her best friend’s hyperactivity as the first day of the World Cup came to an end. The girl was the near opposite of her, especially when it came to social events, and yet they had somehow remained friends all these years.
She had decided not to sleep with Tracey’s family for the night, instead returning to her own tent to get a break. Sometimes she wondered how Tracey Davis could be in Slytherin when she acted like a Hufflepuff so much of the time, and then she remembered the girl’s keen mind for gossip and influence over the Hogwarts rumor-mill.
It was in the middle of the night when Daphne awoke back in her tent, eyes snapping open and ears carefully listening for whatever it was that had woken her. That was when she heard it, the wet sound of saliva and skin. Daphne felt her stomach drop as her eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if she was hallucinating.
GLUK
The sound was unmistakable, being the perverse noise that could only come from one specific activity between a wizard and his witch.
She stood, stepping out of bed and walking towards the entrance to her bedroom as the sound got louder. Below, her legs shook with each step, core beginning to become damp and leak as she neared the door. All the while she desperately tried not to think of the depravity that lay beyond its threshold.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
The sound was wet and obscene, the unmistakable noise of a woman gutturally sucking cock. She could hear everything from the smacking and stretching of lips, the jerking of hands on its length, to the choking inhale of a cock being slammed down a woman’s throat.
She slowly opened the door, cracking it open enough that she could glimpse outside. And the sight which greeted her made Daphne flinch and quietly gasp.
Harry Potter stood tall and dominant, his green eyes hooded as he stared down at the brunette below. His hand grasped the back of her head forcefully, his unrelenting grip moving the girl up and down his sizeable manhood as her hair was twisted in his fist. He looked like a monolith, cold and unrelenting, having no mercy on the girl choking on his cock.
And it was the sight of that cock which made Daphne’s blood turn cold. She thought of all the times she had heard her mother scream about its size, and knew then the woman wasn’t exaggerating. Despite being currently buried in the brunette’s mouth, she could see how impossibly thick it was, and how its length was enough to reach deep into the brunette’s throat.
She focused on the girl then, who let Potter use her like a whore while she played and worshipped his behemoth. Her hands ran up and down his exposed girth, while also reaching down to massage his immense ballbag as to pleasure him further. It was clear she was somehow enjoying the experience, based on how she wasn’t fighting Potter but actively working to pleasure him.
It took Daphne an embarrassingly long time to realize just who the brunette was, in that it was her sister who was deepthroating Harry Potter’s cock.
Several things happened then. First, Daphne’s eyes widened as her core absolutely gushed and splattered her arousal down her thighs and onto the floor below. She closed the door quickly, breaths coming in heaving gasps as she bent over, her whole body feeling more sensitive than ever.
Potter’s taken her. He’s taken everyone. Perhaps she had held out hope, that Astoria would be spared in this debauchery. And yet Harry had been more forceful than ever, ramming the brunette’s mouth up and down his cock without a care.
It was so debasing, so wrong, that it made her heart pound at just the thought of it. Astoria had always been the most vulnerable Greengrass due to her curse, naive about the world and somehow always happy. She was someone Daphne wanted to stay safe, to remain out of trouble and not exhaust herself. Yet the monster that was Harry Potter could care less.
He just takes and takes. Her core gushed as she fell to the bed, fingers plunging deep into her hole as her sheets were soon covered in arousal. No one is safe from him.
Daphne knew it would only be a matter of time till Potter took things further. No longer would it be Astoria’s mouth being used, but instead her tiny pussy he would stretch with his massive length. She just knew he would slam into her, pounding Astoria without mercy until her belly was filled with seed.
Then he would finally come for her, and Daphne would be hopeless to resist.
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The day had finally come for the Quidditch World Cup to begin, as the Weasley family crowded into the top box with Harry and Hermione in tow.
Unluckily for him, Minister Fudge was present and recognized him as soon as their group walked in, as Harry then had the pleasure of being dragged around by the British Minister to be introduced to people of higher standing along with various other diplomats and foreign Ministers. It was only when Fudge was embarrassing himself to a foreign Minister who couldn’t speak English that Harry managed to slip away, returning to stand next to Ron and Hermione.
“~says here a display from the team mascots will precede the match.” Hermione was in the middle of saying when he returned, reading off from the itinerary for the game. “I wonder what those will be?”
“Typically some animal from their home country. Ireland will probably bring leprechauns if I had to guess.” Ron shrugged.
“That should be interesting to see.” Harry fought back a yawn and lost.
“Just why are you so tired?” Hermione eyed him suspiciously.
“Didn’t sleep all that well last night. Too much snoring.” He lied, knowing that he had snuck out to the Greengrass tent late to have Astoria suck his cock before sneaking back in.
The brunette nodded, accepting that a room full of loudly snoring boys would make it difficult for one to fall asleep.
"Ah, Minister, how good to see you again." A familiar voice said, and Harry turned to see Lucius Malfoy shaking hands with Fudge right behind them. “How are you? And this is my wife, Narcissa, and son, Draco.”
Draco stood right behind his father, puffed up with pride like he was something special. And then there was his mother, a woman who Harry would admit was nearly as beautiful as Aspasia. The two older blondes actually looked somewhat similar, and he had to wonder if they had known each other at Hogwarts.
"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to the two Malfoys. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"
The whole Malfoy family swiveled to look their way, as the atmosphere became intense. Seeing Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy glaring at each other had Harry recalling the last time they interacted, fighting in Flourish and Blotts' bookshop. Lucius Malfoy's cold gray eyes swept over Mr. Weasley, and then up and down the row with supreme displeasure.
"Good lord, Arthur." He said. "What did you have to sell to get seats up here? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"
Harry could see the strain in Arthur Weasley’s jaw based on how tight he was gritting his teeth. The other members of the Weasley family were little better, especially Ron who was red in the face and glaring at Draco.
He decided to take pity on them, stepping forward and putting on an act of false sympathy. “Mr. Malfoy, how good to see you again. Tell me, did you ever manage to find another servant after getting beat up by your own house-elf?”
“Wha… P-Potter?!” Lucius Malfoy clearly hadn’t considered his intervention and was taken by surprise by his comment. The man’s face turned pink and purple in shame and rage. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Laughs sounded out from all around, and it became clear that no one believed the man. Harry only smiled. “A shame, it seems your old elf might have scrambled your wits as well.”
The man growled, storming past with the rest of the Malfoy clan following behind. Next to him, the Weasleys were laughing themselves hoarse. After all, they knew the story of how he had freed Dobby at the end of his second year.
“That was great, Harry!” Ron cheered, putting an arm around his shoulder. “You sure showed him!”
“Yes, and it did feel good too.” He grinned.
“No matter how good it feels, you shouldn’t antagonize Draco’s parents.” Hermione scolded.
“Relax, ‘Mione, if anyone deserves it, it’s them. They’re Slytherins after all.”
“And followers of Voldemort.” Harry noted. “That’s worse than being Slytherins.”
Ron snorted. “Barely.”
Two of my future wives are Slytherins. His mouth went a bit dry, as he opened it to respond. But that was when noise came from the Quidditch pitch. They all rushed to the railing, as Fred and George cheered loudly from next to them.
Green fireworks accompanied by dancing leprechauns prompted the entrance of the Irish Quidditch team. The Weasleys whooped and clapped loudly, and soon did the rest of the audience, as most of the watchers favored them.
But red fireworks soon overtook the green ones of the Irish, as the Bulgarian Quidditch team made their entrance. He could see Victor Krum in the lead as their team did a lap around the pitch, and then came the entrance of their mascots. Dozens of the most beautiful cheerleaders walked out while wearing scandalous outfits, dancing and performing stunts as the male members of the crowd became especially rowdy.
Fred’s eyes widened. “Woah! Are those…”
“Veela.” Mr. Weasley said.
Around him, all of them men began falling over themselves while trying to get a better view of the beautiful cheerleaders. They drooled and shouted proclamations of love, and the men of the Weasley family were little different.
Fred and George were actively trying to climb over the railing to get to them, while Percy was bragging about his academic and career achievements. Mr. Weasley was slightly drooling, his eyes wide, while Ron was begging the cheerleaders to marry him while blushing bright red.
Maybe if he looked for it, Harry could feel a slight pull in the back of his head telling him to submit to the Veela women, but little more than that. Sure, the cheerleaders were beautiful, but not something worth losing his senses over.
“Harry.” He turned to see Hermione looking at him strangely, seemingly having noticed how he was unaffected. “Why are you behaving differently?”
He wondered if he was simply desensitized to the female form, having experienced sex and intimacy with Aspasia and Astoria. But that wouldn’t explain the many adult wizards who were affected, many of which having families of their own. Perhaps it was something deeper, some sort of magical reason like the marriage contract or his scar interfering with the Veela’s allure. Either way, Harry was just glad he wasn’t making a fool of himself.
Soon the Veela stopped dancing, and the men began acting normal again. It was like a switch had been flipped, and no longer were Fred and George trying to jump over the railing while Mr. Weasley drooled savagely. They soon recollected themselves and sat back down, albeit with a lot of embarrassment that Mrs. Weasley wasn’t going to let them live down anytime soon.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged.
Hermione watched him suspiciously, before finally looking away.
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He practically collapsed into bed when they got back to the Weasley tent after the game finally ended. It turned out that professional Quidditch games went on for hours on end, with the snitch being enchanted to be far more elusive than he was used to at Hogwarts.
Because of this, catching the snitch didn’t mean certain victory, as Krum caught the snitch yet the Irish team still managed to score enough points to win. But Harry wasn’t complaining, as he still enjoyed watching the match as someone who played Quidditch casually in school.
Only getting a few hours of sleep the night before led to him laying in bed while everyone else partied after the game. His eyelids practically forced themselves shut, and he was ready to sleep late into the next morning. But it seemed that wouldn’t happen, as he was waken up by shouting.
“Everyone up!” Mr. Weasley yelled out, as Harry’s eyes snapped awake. “We need to leave! Now!”
He scrambled up, still in the same outfit he wore during the game as he fetched his wand. The rest of the boys were already getting up and leaving their shared bedroom in the tent to walk into the main room.
Harry followed them, seeing everyone was up, as they moved to exit the tent. He could hear shouts and screams coming from outside as they neared the tents entrance, before he finally exited it to see a stampede of wizards and witches frantically running past. They were terrified and casting nervous looks in the distance, and Harry followed their gazes to see what was causing so much chaos.
In the distance he could see men in dark robes wearing masks, setting tents alight and even casting curses at wizards and witches that got too close. People were floating above them, who he realized were muggles that the masked men were levitating wildly through the air.
Death Eaters. It was only from Aspasia’s lessons that he realized just who the men were.
“Stay together!” Arthur Weasley ordered as he moved into the crowd, with the rest of them following.
Yet it was as soon as they entered the crowd that everyone became separated. It was a near impossible task to stay together in the chaotic fervor that had overtaken everyone, and trying to stop or go against the flow of people would only see one trampled.
For a few moments he heard the Weasleys calling out to each other, before their voices became unheard amongst the panicked yells of others. It was utter madness, as Harry had to focus on not getting distracted else he risk getting injured.
He held his wand tight all the while, trying to not fall or get trampled, staying with the mass of rushing people as they dragged him through the campsite.
Eventually, Harry saw a chance to escape the stampede, and took it. A narrow alley between two tents was open and he jumped through it, falling to the ground before getting up and moving on. He moved quickly between the maze of tents, dodging others who were also running as he tried not to collide with anyone.
“Watch out!” One man screamed loudly, and he turned to see a fireball land fifty feet away from him. It blew up one tent and set several others alight, causing even more destruction.
I need to get out of here. His movements became more erratic as he desperately ran between tents, knowing the masked men were getting closer. All the while he could hear the crack of spellfire behind him, as the rioting in the campgrounds began to look more like a war zone.
His eyes darted around, looking for a way out, before he spotted the woods on the edge of the campground. He changed direction and raced towards the trees, escaping the maze of tents before a sudden shout made him stop.
“Crucio!”
“Shit!” Harry ducked low, clumsily falling to the forest floor as a dark robed man with a mask walked out of the trees to his right. “Potter! I thought it was you! Avada-”
“Stupefy!”
His own spell was a lot quicker to cast compared to the killing curse, as the Death Eater crumpled to the ground in a heap. He was lucky he kept his wand in hand the entire time, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so quick to react.
Harry took a few deep breaths before getting back up, brushing the dirt off his clothes before moving deeper into the woods. His fingers gripped hard around his wand, eyes darting every which way for possible assailants.
“What a disaster.” He almost wished he had taken Aspasia’s original advice and refused to go to the World Cup with the Weasleys. Being back at Greengrass Manor would be much preferable to the mess that was this place.
Is Astoria alright? The brunette had been staying in her own tent with a floo, meaning she could escape back to the Manor easily. I hope she’s alright. And Daphne too-
Right then he heard a feminine scream, as Harry froze in place. It only lasted but a moment, before his body moved on its own, launching himself in the direction of the scream.
He rushed through the woods with his wand in hand, eventually coming upon an unseemly sight that he paused to view from behind a bush.
Two men in dark robes stood over a blonde who was tied against a tree, and it didn’t take much thought to know they had nefarious intentions for her. Whether that was torture, or something worse, Harry didn’t want to ponder.
“Expelliarmus.” His spell hit the first man, disarming him, before the second man turned his way.
A nasty purple curse left his wand, and Harry had to leap out of the way to evade it. He sent a knockback jinx back, which the man shielded, before launching another dangerous curse.
He dodged it, before the snap of a twig made him turn to see the disarmed Death Eater moving over to pick up his wand. Without thought, he used the levitation spell to pick the man up before he could arm himself, before moving him in between himself and the other Death Eater.
It was right as the other man was casting another curse that his companion was put in the path of his spell. It landed, opening up his stomach and exposing his entrails, as blood flowed from his mouth.
“No!” The armed Death Eater yelled. “You’ll die for that! Avada-”
“Stupefy.” His voice was cold calm, as he used the same trick again. Casting a quick spell rather than a dangerous, long incantation.
It worked. Both Death Eaters were down, and Harry stood still for a moment in the quiet clearing before moving forward. The blonde woman was tied in ropes, eyes blindfolded, robes torn, and he couldn’t recognize her at first glance.
With a wave of his wand, he cut her loose, causing her to stumble forward before falling on her knees before him. He removed her blindfold by hand, revealing blue eyes that shakily looked up at him.
“P-Potter…” Daphne Greengrass muttered his name shakily, staring up at him from her knees.
He only looked down at her, hand moving up and making the girl wince, before he grabbed her shoulder comfortably and tried to help her up.
“Come on.” He said. “We need to get out of here.”
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18