“We need to go, Harry.”
Outside the window of their compartment onboard the Hogwarts express, he could see the hordes of parents and their returning children milling about. Some cried as they embraced, many showing visible relief after the particularly tense year of schooling.
More details had come out since Dumbledore’s impromptu announcement about Voldemort’s defeat, including fellow aurors who had been there when the Hogwarts Headmaster ambushed the Dark Lord and his followers.
Harry was only glad that all of the Death Eaters who had originally been in that Graveyard with him and Voldemort were either arrested or killed. That included Pettigrew, and the subsequent ‘discovery’ of his survival led to a very public shaming of Minister Fudge and Umbridge before the two were eventually booted from their respective posts.
Then there was Sirius, whose name was finally cleared, and soon became part of Harry’s own life. However, not everyone was so fortunate in the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat. Notably, Lucius Malfoy had been found guilty in a trial he couldn’t bribe his way out of, alongside Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and others who would spend the rest of their days in Azkaban.
However, despite the Dark Lord’s total defeat, the magically binding agreement Harry made with him remained in place. Or rather, the signed marriage contract remained in place, sealed and unbreakable between himself and Julia. Which led to the situation he was in now, having to reveal it finally.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He said to Hermione, right as the brunette was about to exit their compartment. “Or rather, to ask you.”
She stopped and turned. “What is it?”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a fancy envelope before handing it to her. “Even though Voldemort is gone, I’m still bound by the agreement I made with him.”
“R-Right, the marriage pact.” She murmured before looking at him strangely. “Why bring that up now? Did you get out of it?”
“No, in fact we’ll be having our wedding in a few weeks, and I’d like you to attend.” He said simply, making her freeze in place. He had delivered that sentence so casually that the brunette was shocked speechless, and he had to resist the temptation to grin.
“Anyways,” He stood, capitalizing on her confusion as he picked up his trunk. “Might as well get going.”
It was only when he moved past her that Hermione seemed to snap out of it, moving as if in a daze as they exited the train and entered the crowds. She soon found her parents and headed their way, but not before sending a reprimanding glance towards him.
“Looking for someone?” A voice said from his side, and he turned to see Julia smirking at him.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You good for this? Don’t need to talk to Blaise or anything?”
“Already saw him before he left with his cousin.” Julia’s son, Blaise, already had a lover of his own in Spain. Harry didn’t know all the details, only that his Slytherin classmate was more into wizards than witches, and oddly close to his cousins more than his mother. Not that their relationship was bad, just unique. “You can introduce me to your friends now, and give them quite the surprise.”
He took a steadying breath, nodding.
The platform wasn’t as busy as people began to clear out, barely anyone noticing them as they meandered through the crowds to the edge where he spotted his friends.
The entire Weasley family was there, along with Hermione and her parents. Notably, the Gryffindor bookworm looked very distracted, and her tense expression changed into abject shock at the sight of him.
“Harry!”
The call of his name made the group turn, smiling at his approach, before they promptly noticed the older woman at his side, holding hands with him. In that moment, faces turned from happy at the sight of him to outright confusion or anger.
“Hey guys!” He stopped in front of the group, his older betrothed still with him. “Just wanted to let everyone know that I got roped into a binding marriage contract and will be getting married this summer.”
The woman at his side stepped forward. “My apologies if we kept things quiet until now, as we thought it would be better this way. Oh, and by the way, I’m Julia Zabini, Harry’s betrothed. I look forward to getting to know you all.”
“Of course, the wedding will be in a few weeks, and you’re all invited.” He finished as if he hadn’t dropped a bomb on them.
Silence and shocked expressions greeted their announcement, and Harry had to actively fight the urge to laugh. The twins, Percy, Ron, and even Mr. Weasley were gaping in utter shock, their eyes going from him to Julia and back in disbelief. Harry couldn’t also help but note the light blush on Ron’s cheeks, the boys letting their eyes wander only slightly.
Hermione looked surprised, but also partly irritated and amused by his antics. And then there was Molly and Ginny, both looking horrified and outraged. Ginny looked almost envious, eyeing his betrothed as if comparing what their bodies had to offer, and finding her own assets lacking. As for her mother, the Weasley matriarch got progressively redder and redder.
“WHAT?!”
Of course, Mrs. Weasley was the first to say anything. He had to wonder if the woman used a sonorus charm to amplify her voice, somehow sounding louder than that howler she had sent Ron in his second year.
“Harry Potter! How can you do this! When Dumbledore finds out-”
“He already knows, and will be there at the wedding.” His simple answer made the woman go speechless, as he turned to Hermione and her parents. “You’re welcome to come as well.”
“Oh, um- Thanks.” Hermione’s mother smiled, clearly not really sure what to say.
“Anyways.” He turned away, hand in hand with his betrothed. “I’ll be sure to see you all in a couple weeks, if you attend, that is. Oh, and if you have any questions then be sure to ask Dumbledore or Sirius, and they’ll fill you in.”
Both of them had offered to help Harry out, and he was taking full advantage of their respective offers now.
Part of the reason for that was his Godfather’s incessant teasing since he found out about Harry’s marriage contract. Nonstop japes about ‘older witches in bed’ seemed to be the norm when Sirius was around these days, and Harry looked forward to the man’s suffering once Mrs. Weasley inevitably decided this whole ordeal was his fault.
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The wedding turned out better than he could’ve imagined.
Being forced into a marriage contract by Voldemort led to many sleepless nights where Harry stayed up late worrying about the future. The subject of his wedding one of such worries, as he couldn’t help but think the entire affair would be very awkward. A pureblood woman who was older than him, the rowdy Weasleys who would likely voice their disapproval, along with other unforeseen problems ate away at his mind.
Yet in the end he was wrong to worry. Julia had participated in many weddings, and knew exactly what to do to ensure everything was perfect. Not only that, but everyone invited was able to get the full scoop on the story behind his marriage contract beforehand. He had Dumbledore to thank for that at least, along with Sirius, who were able to explain his situation to his close friends.
The day was warm and the horizon pink as the sun set at the edge of the sea. His wife had chosen a coastal estate along the ocean which was magically beautified to make the atmosphere sufficiently warm and vibrant for the occasion. It came with a horde of house-elves and catered foods to appease the guests, ensuring the entire event was organized to the point there was nothing to complain about.
The wedding itself was a small affair, with the Weasleys, Dumbledore, Hermione’s family, Sirius, Remus, and Neville along with his Grandmother sitting on Harry’s side of the aisle. Julia had an equally smaller amount of people attending on her side. Notably the lawyer who helped Harry at the Ministry - Winston Hyde, Narcissa Malfoy - who kept sending him enticing looks, Blaise, along with some other friends and distant family of hers.
Wizard weddings were somewhat different from muggle ones, yet close enough in their similarities. The bride would walk down the isle, an old wizard would attend to officiate it all with old rites, along with the feast afterwards.
He should’ve felt awkward sitting at the head table with his new wife beside him once the ceremony was over, yet if anything Harry struggled to keep the funky grin off his face. Julia was little different, her cheeks red as they occasionally met each other’s eyes.
Yet when Harry wasn’t always meeting her gaze, instead letting his gaze wander. Her white wedding dress toed the line between propriety and being scandalous, wrapped around her form and exposing enough cleavage to make his cock twitch, all while being formal enough to ward off any potential criticisms.
As much as he enjoyed the reception, Harry found himself eagerly waiting for it to end and the two of them to be alone as the evening went on. He wanted to drag her away to bed and rip that dress off the entire evening. And when the party ended, that was exactly what Harry did.
He didn’t wait for her to get settled in when they got back to their bedroom, practically slamming himself against her before his hands began undoing her dress. He was an animal - and sounded just like one too - ripping that white wedding dress in his haste to access her assets. His wife gasped and moaned all the while, yet Harry only kept advancing, something making him more animalistic than usual.
Maybe it was the thought that this woman was his. That Julia Zabini was now Julia Potter. That her body belonged to him, for him to use, and to breed. That particular line of thought made his vision blur with lust, cock pulsing painfully hard.
That dress ended up bunched around her midsection, ripped by his greedy hands as he went straight to expose her tits and ass. He didn’t let her change into something more seductive or appealing like he usually did, intent on filling this woman with cock and breeding her that very night.
Wedding nights were supposed to be filled with love and care, one partner sharing their compassion with the other. Yet their night was filled with backbreaking sex and the pounding of flesh, his fat slab of cock filling the older witch to the brim as he came and came.
He looked down at the sight of her massive ass ballooned against his thighs, cheeks jiggling in waves as he gripped her hips and slammed into her over and over. Wedged between those cheeks was his cock, red and harder than ever, thickened with blood and veins pulsing to power it.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
“Yes! UGH- Fuck!” Julia screamed as he bred her. “Fuck me as hard as you want!”
On her hands and knees, big tits wobbling beneath her buxom body, Harry watched it all from a mirror across the room. Mascara and makeup stained her gorgeous face, adding to the wrecked look that came with her ruined wedding dress.
She didn’t look like a newly wed virgin, but instead a man eater who finally got subdued by a young cock she wasn’t able to handle. He had broken her in, ruined her and reshaped her core to fit his cock. And more than that, this woman would soon be pregnant with his children, and Harry desired to have many of them.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” She chanted and screamed as a searing orgasm ripped through her. It must’ve been the tenth one she’d had at that point in the night, yet he wasn’t nearly done with her.
Harry only fucked her right through it, before reeling a hand back and bringing it down on her doughy ass brutally.
SMACK
“GAH!” Spittle erupted from her mouth as a red handprint appeared on her bum.
“Such a fuckin’ whore.” He muttered deeply, making Julia shiver.
“Yours!” She wept. “I’m your fucking pureblood bitch!”
He ground out a growl, feeling his balls pulse in their sack as his finally load came, still thrusting into her all the while. He had already filled her three times already, but his fourth orgasm was coming. His thrusts picked up, fingers digging hard into her flesh as he jackhammered his way in, before finally slamming down with one last brutal thrust.
SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT
She let out one last scream, loud and long, her head rolling back and neck muscles straining as she shook. He kept his cock embedded all the while, pulsing and pumping thick wads of cum into her stuffed core.
Harry let her take it, before letting her fall to the bed, pulling out of her with a squelch before he sat down at the edge. His wife looked like a mess, core leaking thick white seed onto the sheets below and body a mess of red marks from his lovemaking.
Yet she only laughed in delight at it all, making him look at her oddly.
“I’m glad I prepared for this evening.” Julia said.
“Huh?”
She stood on shaking legs then, body covered in sweat and seed as she moved across the room to the closet door, before opening it.
The person who stepped out made Harry gape in shock.
It was a blonde woman who entered their bedroom, naked as the day she was born and long hair let loose. Besides his wife, the woman was the most gorgeous witch he had ever seen. Big teardrop breasts on her mature form that didn’t sag in the least, thick childbearing hips he wanted to grip, holding up an ass that deserved to be spanked, along with those long legs and curvy thighs.
“Narcissa here agreed to be yours.” Julia smirked, walking up to her best friend and giving her bum a light squeeze. “With her husband in Azkaban, she’s short on reputable suitors. And so she jumped at my offer to be your whore.”
Narcissa Malfoy’s face was already blushing, yet that blush only became more apparent. “Julia…”
His wife only laughed, giving the blonde’s bum a spank as his cock jumped in excitement. “Even if Lucius never went away, you would’ve fucked Harry, wouldn’t you?”
“…Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He smirked, his brain coming to realize just what was happening then. His cock pulsed all that much harder for it, watching as Narcissa slowly walked across the room and knelt carefully before his crotch.
Draco Malfoy’s mother first lapped at his balls before taking his cockhead in her mouth, descending it little by little in an elegant manner. But his lust was simply too great to be gentle or to take his time, and those feeling compounded with the slight vindictiveness he felt towards the mother of his enemy.
He gripped the back of her head as she sucked him off, before pulling her the rest of the way down. She gargled and choked, but he didn’t care, and neither did Julia as she laughed from the side.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
Soon Narcissa was pumping her head up and down his shaft, seemingly almost desperate to consume it. She was a horny woman, and clearly hadn’t been satisfied with her previous husband. If anything, she almost seemed to get off on sucking him off, her naked core leaking onto the carpet below.
It was in that moment his lust-consumed mind came up with an idea, one that only made his excitement grow.
“Tell me something, Narcissa,” He looked down into her blue eyes as she stared right back up at him, lips still stretched around his girth. “How would you like to have my children?”
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He got Julia pregnant on their wedding night, and then again after his first child was born in his sixth year of Hogwarts. Yet that particular piece of information only stayed within his private circle of friends, and the fact he was married and had children didn’t become public knowledge till much later on.
Having two children before he was even graduated was definitely a surprise, and an even greater one came at his Hogwarts graduation when he saw Narcissa’s swollen belly. Not that Harry was complaining, as the blonde had already sworn herself to him. That, and he found he enjoyed having sex with women who were also heavily pregnant.
The public found out about everything not long after that, as gossip columnists eventually got word of him having kids, and things spiraled from there. The nonstop articles in the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly about their scandalous relationship were almost worse than the ones smearing him in his fifth year, but Harry eagerly took his frustrations out on his sexy wife in the bedroom. The masses could complain all they wanted about his choice of wife, but at the end of the day he was the one who got to breed her.
The next decade came with a lot of sex in the Potter household. Narcissa gave birth to three of his children, and Julia had twins, along with three others before their first child left on the Hogwarts Express and they then decided to slow things down.
The Potter babymaking industry needed a light break as they occupied themselves raising their children to the point they became young wizards. But it was once they were all away at Hogwarts together or even graduated that they got back into gear.
He was just grateful that wizards and witches aged differently than muggles, else his wife would’ve struggled to pump out so many kids in well into her sixties. And as for the teasing he had to endure from Sirius, Harry only wished he had taken a picture of his godfather’s face when the man found out he was fucking Narcissa.
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
A/N: A sort of epilogue type chapter for this shorter story, hope you enjoyed!