Harry glanced up from his trunk as Blaise Zabini entered the Slytherin third year dorm.
"Hey, Harry. Guess you're really leaving, huh?" Blaise asked, taking in Harry's empty nightstand and wardrobe.
"Yep. Couldn't take any more of Crabbe and Goyle snoring like ogres." Harry grinned, and Blaise chuckled.
"You're telling me. It's just a shame you're leaving because you're one of my best mates, and Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle are anything but." Blaise said.
"Yeah, sorry to ditch you like that, Blaise. Couldn't refuse Fleur's offer, though, could I?" Harry laughed. Blaise laughed, too.
"I'd throw you in St. Mungo's if you did. Hell, if she'd offered it to me, I'd have left your ass here with Malfoy and his goons on the spot." Blaise grinned.
"Nice to know you're a loyal pal." Harry remarked wryly.
"Hey, there's a reason I'm not in Hufflepuff." Blaise shot back, and Harry chuckled.
Harry tucked his last robe into his trunk and buckled it shut, then glanced up to see Blaise looking uncertain, something Harry was very unused to seeing on his… really his only male friend's face.
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"Pansy told me some stuff today." Blaise muttered.
"Like what?" Harry frowned, unsure what Pansy might have said after he had rejected her when she came onto him the morning after he and Tracey slept together for the first time.
Blaise let out a breath.
"Well, she told me that she's really into you. She's apparently been attracted to you since first year, and that… well, that hurt." Blaise chuckled, but there really wasn't anything funny. One of Blaise's hands came up and he rubbed his face.
"I never did anything with her, not really. Some teasing, some flirting, but I never crossed any lines with her. I couldn't do that to you." Harry said earnestly.
"That's what she said, too. Said that you rejected her flat out when she tried. Can't say I'm happy that she tried, at all, but at least I know I can count on you. You would have been a good Hufflepuff." Blaise said with forced lightness.
"What did you tell her?" Harry wondered.
"I told her that we're through. Dropped her right there on the spot." Blaise said with a nod.
Harry thought hard for a second about the specific wording of what he'd told Pansy when he had rejected her:
"And if you dump Blaise to be with me, I still won't sleep with you, because then Blaise will still be hurt."
Sneaky minx had found a loophole and gotten Blaise to break up with her. Sometimes he forgot that his housemates were all just as cunning as a serpent.
"Good for you, Blaise. I'm serious. Getting involved seriously with a girl who's not really into you isn't healthy. It's for the best you learned now that she's not what she seems. Pansy Parkinson is an adder in the grass, no matter how sexy she is." Harry said wryly, and Blaise nodded.
"That she is. Uh… are you… are you and her going to start fucking now that I broke things off with her?" Blaise asked hesitantly.
"No, we're not. She was specifically told that breaking things off with you wouldn't get her in my bed, as I didn't want you hurt. I hoped that she would wise up and realize what she had, but it sounds like she tried to find a loophole." Harry said truthfully.
Blaise shook his head ruefully.
"An adder in the grass, indeed. Hope I'll see you around sometime soon, Harry, if you can get yourself out from between Fleur's thighs long enough." Blaise smirked.
Harry laughed.
"That might be a tall order. I'll be lucky to show up to my classes the way things might go with Fleur." Harry retorted, and the two best friends laughed.
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Harry knocked on Fleur's door and she opened it up wearing a silky robe that was rather short and bared a lot of her tantalizing cleavage.
"What a pleasure, 'Arry." Fleur beamed, and Harry was pulled forcibly into Fleur's dorm, the older girl's arms slipping around him and their lips meeting passionately. Harry grabbed big handfuls of Fleur's bubble butt, and her hips bucked against his straining erection.
Someone cleared their throat, and Harry glanced sideways towards the sound with a jump, shocked at the sudden noise. Laying naked on the bed was a gorgeous redhead with pale, creamy skin, large generous breasts that were somehow perfectly perky, and a fit body with the perfect amount of curve in every single spot.
"Nym?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Hey, baby brother." Nym blew him a kiss, and then Harry's gaze landed on Nym's stomach, which was… Harry pulled back from Fleur and looked accusingly between them.
"You hid this from me." Harry stated, and Nym hurried to her feet and rushed to embrace Harry. Fleur stepped out into the hall, pulled Harry's trunk inside the room and closed the door, fixing her silvery blond hair idly while Nym embraced Harry.
"I'm so sorry, my love. It wasn't meant to be a secret, it was just a surprise." Nym pleaded with Harry.
"A surprise you kept hidden for 3 months!" Harry protested, and before Nym could say anything, Harry dropped to his knees before his big sister and kissed her pregnant stomach, then began rubbing it with his hands while beaming up at Nym.
"I thought you were pissed." Nym said in relief, and Harry rose back up to his feet and wrapped his arms tightly around Nym and planting a long, loving kiss on his pseudo-sister's plump lips, which she happily returned.
"I could never be pissed at you. Who else knows?" Harry wondered.
"Just Fleur and my mom." Nym smiled, "I've been pretty secluded here at Hogwarts, after all."
"Yeah, wait, why are you even here?" Harry blinked.
"Well, little brother, I've been named your official protector during this Peter Pettigrew situation. Some of the Ministry believe that Pettigrew might try to finish the job that You-Know-Who gave him, which would mean that he tries to kill you or Lily." Nym explained.
"Not a great job you've been doing if this is your first time seeing me since September." Harry said dryly.
"It's not. It's your first time seeing me since September, but that doesn't mean I haven't seen you." Nym patted Harry's cheek.
"I've been 'arboring 'er 'ere." Fleur chimed in.
"And I'm very grateful." Nym said warmly.
"I guess you two have gotten close then." Harry concluded.
"Oh, yes. We 'ave become sister-wives." Fleur said eagerly.
"Funny considering neither one of you is my wife." Harry remarked lightly.
"Sister-baby mamas then." Nym laughed, and Harry tugged Fleur in by the waist.
"So, you two are my new roommates, huh?" Harry asked, looking back and forth between the two goddesses. Metaphorical goddesses, that is to say. The literal goddesses were quiet right now, though Harry could dimly feel arousal from Freya through whatever strange bond they had. Isis was fully silent though.
"Yep." Fleur nodded.
Harry spent several minutes kissing each of his sexy new roommates, and during those minutes, Fleur's silky robe was removed to reveal her nude body beneath it, leaving Harry with his arms wrapped around two naked women.
"So, have you been shapeshifting into random students to monitor me, then?" Harry inquired.
"Uh, no, actually. I can't use my Metamorphmagus powers while I'm pregnant. Pregnancy freezes my genetics temporarily, to keep stable what the baby's getting. That's why I've been in this form since you knocked me up back in the summer." Nym revealed, "I'll be back to normal once our kid is born."
"Wait, so… this child is genetically the baby of me and my 'sister'?" Harry realized. Nym's pale cheeks reddened adorably with a blush, and she nodded.
"Yes, it is." she admitted, "Despite not having a real sibling genetic relationship, this baby is going to be an incest baby."
"So it'll be powerful, then." Harry gathered, and Fleur nodded with wide-eyes.
"My maman is ze daughter of an incestuous child, and she is very powerful, even zough she is not an incest baby 'erself." Fleur explained.
Magic blood was like that, and it's why so many of the ancient houses are so powerful: a ton of ancient incest. It was fairly uncommon in today's magical society, but way more common than with Muggles. Back in the ancient magic times, incest was incredibly commonplace, most siblings of opposite gender were betrothed to each other from the instant they were both born. That had always been an interesting part of the history books for Harry, reading about how Godric Gryffindor had married his little sister or how Rowena Ravenclaw had had her son's children, and so many more examples.
Was it really any wonder that Harry and Lily had ended up in bed? Or that he would be fascinated with Nym being his big sister figure? His thoughts turned to Violet, but he shut that down. She was Muggle-born, that would freak her out and destroy any chance of them having a normal cousinly relationship.
Maybe when she was older and more accustomed to the wizarding world.
Arousal flared in his bond with Freya, and Harry smiled. It seemed that the Norse goddess approved of his ideas. Not surprising, considering her ancient dalliances with her late twin brother Frey.
"Now, with you here, baby brother, what say you we help you test out your new bed in style?" Nym suggested innocently.
"Oh, oui. You need to test your new bed out extensively. I believe we can 'elp with ze tests." Fleur said, touching Nym's shoulder.
"By all means, ladies, let's do some tests of the bed." Harry grinned, and Nym reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head while Fleur went for the button of his pants.