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While The Kids Are Away: Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2025-02-08 03:16:24 +0000 UTCChapter 11
Cold fear gripped Harry’s heart as he shot up in bed. Sweat trickled down his temple as he fought to get his panicked breathing under control. The adrenaline rapidly began to fade as he gazed down at the bed and took in the sleeping faces of Hermione, Tonks, and Bella. He inhaled deeply as he lay back down against the pillows, let it out slowly, and closed his eyes.
He couldn’t remember anything from the nightmare that had woken him except for a pair of inhuman, glowing gold eyes. They had stared into his soul, filling him with terror, the likes of which he hadn’t felt since the war.
As if she could sense his distress even in her sleep, Hermione rolled over and laid her arm across his abdomen. Harry responded by wrapping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close.
Sleep alluded Harry for the rest of the night. He lay in bed, watching the sun slowly rise through the edge of the curtain. Once the sun had fully risen, he crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb the girls, and made his way down to the kitchen. The house was completely silent as he made himself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the table.
“You’re up early.”
Harry blinked and looked up from his half-empty mug. Apolline stood in the doorway clad in a light blue Acromantula silk robe and smiled.
“Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” he explained. “You?”
“I am always awake zis early,” she said.
While she walked over to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee, a House Elf popped in with a tray of croissants, placed them in the oven, and popped away. On her way back to the table, Apolline grabbed a bowl of fresh fruit from the counter and placed it between them.
“You do not look like you slept well,” she noted, popping a grape into her mouth.
Harry sighed, “Nightmare,” he said. “I have them once in a while. It’s no big deal.”
Thankfully, she didn’t prod him any further, and a moment later, two owls flew in through the open window. One flew toward Harry with the morning paper clutched in its talons, while the other landed in front of Apolline with a letter tied to its leg. Placing a couple of Knuts in the pouch, he took the paper and flipped it open when she gasped suddenly.
“What is it?” Harry asked worriedly.
“Zere’s been an attack at ze Enclave een Holland,” Apolline said softly.
“How bad?” he asked.
“Twenty missing,” she replied after a moment.
“Shit,” Harry cursed. “I need to Floo Kingsley.”
Apolline nodded absently as he climbed to his feet and rushed into the sitting room. Grabbing a handful of powder from the vase on the mantle, he tossed it into the fireplace. A bright green fire burst into life.
“Fifty-two Hillside Lane,” he said, thrusting his head into the flames.
His head spun sickeningly through the Floo international system for several long seconds before he finally stopped at a fireplace, looking out at a quiet, quaint living room dominated by a worn blue couch.
“Shack!” Harry yelled. “You here!?”
Kingsley rushed into the room dressed in his work robes and with a piece of buttered toast in his hand.
“Harry,” he said in surprise. “This can’t be good if you’re calling me at home.”
“The Veela enclave in Holland was attacked last night,” Harry said. “They lost twenty Veela last night. I think it’s connected to our case. Can you get a hold of their Ministry and see if they’ll let Bella take a look around?”
“Just Auror Senatore?” he asked curiously.
“Yeah. I need Tonks here for surveillance, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving while Malfoy is still here.”
“Are you sure he isn’t behind this attack?” Kingsley asked.
“As sure as I can be,” Harry said. “Markus said they’d notify us if he left the country. Besides, there’s no evidence he was involved in any of the other kidnappings. Malfoy isn’t the kind to get his hands dirty if he can avoid it.”
“Alright,” Kingsley nodded. “I’ll head into the office early and see what I can do.”
“Thanks, Shack,” Harry smiled and pulled his head from the flames.
Falling back through the international Floo system was even worse than falling forward. He felt physically ill by the time he pulled his head from the fireplace and had to sit with his head between his legs for a moment until his stomach settled. When he returned to the kitchen, he was relieved to find the girls were already up and gathered around the table.
“Good, you’re up,” he said, retaking the seat next to Hermione. “I just got off the Floo with Kingsley. He’s going to talk to the Dutch Ministry and see if they’ll let us take a look at the scene. Bella, I’m going to need you to go and take a look.”
Bella nodded with a hard look on her face.
“Tonks,” Harry continued. “I need you to check on Malfoy at his hotel. If he’s still there, send me an owl, and then I want you to slip into that archeological site. Use as little magic as you can, but I need you there. Whatever’s on that table is important to Malfoy, and I want to get it before he does. Let me know the second they find it.”
“Fine,” Tonks sighed, taking a bit of yogurt. “I always get the shit jobs.”
“If it makes you feel better, Hermione and I will be in the library trying to translate the tablet from your memory.”
“Oh,” she said, then smiled. “Yeah, that makes me feel a bit better. Thanks.”
Half an hour later, Kingsley Flooed to let them know the Dutch Ministry was willing to accept their help. Bella quickly packed and left for Holland while Tonks headed to Malfoy’s hotel. Harry and Hermione had just finished setting up the Pensieve when they received her owl letting them know he was there and that she was going to slip into the archeological team at the Colosseum.
Grabbing a notepad and a pen, Harry and Hermione dove into Tonks’ memory. When they got to the tablet, they paused it, and Hermione carefully copied it.
“These aren’t like the Runes I studied at Hogwarts,” she said with a frown.
“Is that going to be a problem?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know,” Hermione said, biting her lip. “It would help if I knew what time period it was from. Given Malfoy’s interest in it, I think we should start by looking at the magical runic languages, but we shouldn’t rule out the possibility that it could be Muggle.”
Harry sighed and nodded. Once she had finished copying everything over to her notepad, they left the Pensieve. The process of finding the right runic alphabet to translate the tablet was simple but time-consuming. They looked through every book they could find for runic alphabets and then tested them one by one until they found a translation that made sense. This was made more difficult by the fact that some of them seemed to make sense in the beginning, only to fall apart later.
It was a long and frustrating process. Magicals had used Runes long before and after Muggles had moved on. There were hundreds of different possible alphabets that could have been used, and it was entirely up to luck if they found the right one. They discussed sending it to Bill, Hogwarts, or even Gringotts for translation since they had much more experience with the language, but because of what had happened to Malfoy and the possible danger involved, they ultimately decided against it.
“Runic languages have a magic of their own,” Hermione warned. “It’s why magicals still use them.”
“So, just reading this thing could be dangerous?” Harry asked incredulously.
“No,” Hermione said, shaking her head. “But reading it under the right circumstances could be. Until we know what we’re dealing with, I think it’s best we keep this to ourselves.”
Harry reluctantly agreed and returned to his work. Over the next three days, they made little progress other than discovering a couple dozen runic alphabets that didn’t work. They worked from early in the morning to late into the evening, only occasionally taking breaks for meals. By the middle of the third day, Harry was nursing a mild but persistent headache, and the Runes began to blend together from so much constant reading.
Taking off his glasses, he rested his elbows on the table and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
“Why don’t you go take a break?” Hermione suggested.
“I’m fine,” Harry said, fixing his glasses.
His wife rolled her eyes and gave him a disbelieving look.
“Harry, I can tell when you’re in pain,” she said. “Go take a break. Maybe get some fresh air. I’ll take a break for dinner soon.”
“Alright,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.
His back ached as he pushed himself to his feet, and he paused to stretch with a groan. Walking over to Hermione, he kissed the top of her head and made his way out of the library. He decided to take her advice and go outside. Making his way to the courtyard just off of the dining room, he looked through the glass doors and spotted Delphini. She was alone, diligently practicing her Charms.
Slipping outside, he silently closed the door and watched. Despite her late introduction to magic, she was progressing in leaps and bounds. Harry wasn’t sure if it was because of her age or a manifestation of an innate gift for magic that both of her parents had possessed, but she showed a remarkable aptitude for spell casting. In just a couple of weeks, she’d progressed to third year material in Charms, Transfigurations, and Defense.
As he watched her banish stones one by one at a tree trunk with impressive skill and accuracy, he wondered if she was ready to try something a little harder.
“Having fun?” he asked with a smile.
Delphini jumped in surprise and spun around.
“Oh, Harry,” she said, holding a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he grinned. “You seem to have the Banishing Charm down pat.”
“Thanks,” Delphini smiled. “I struggled a bit when I learned it yesterday, but I’m getting the hang of it.”
Harry chuckled.
“When I went to school, it took us two weeks just to get to the point where we didn’t accidentally send each other flying across the room.”
“Really?”
“Well, most of us,” he amended. “Hermione mastered it in about a week. For the rest of us dunderheads, it took a little longer.”
“Oh, well, you started a lot younger, didn’t you?” she asked.
“True,” Harry nodded. “But I think it’s more than that. You have a gift. Powerful magic runs on your family on both sides.”
Delphini frowned and toyed with her wand.
“I’ve been trying not to think about them much,” she admitted softly.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he told her firmly. “Who your parents are and where you come from doesn’t dictate who you will be.”
She stared down at her wand thoughtfully, but the conversation was going in a direction he didn’t want it to. Delphini needed more time to come to terms with the truth about her parents before she would be ready to talk about it.
“Why don’t we put you to the test?” Harry asked, plastering a smile on his face. “Let’s see if you can handle something a bit more advanced.”
“Like what?” she asked curiously.
“The Summoning Charm,” Harry said. “It’s pretty much the opposite of the Banishing Charm. Watch.”
He aimed his wand at one of the stones lying near the tree trunk.
“Accio.”
The stone rose into the air and shot directly into his hand.
“Neat,” Delphini grinned.
“Ready to give it a try?” he asked, then continued when she nodded. “The key to summoning is to have a clear picture of what you want to summon in your mind. Then, just point your wand, give it an upward flick, and say, ‘Accio.’”
With a nod, she turned to face the tree. A look of intense concentration came over her face as she aimed her wand at one of the stones.
“Accio!” she yelled.
One of the stones launched into the air like a bullet. It whizzed between their heads before they had time to react and smashed through one of the windowpanes of the door. A House Elf appeared out of nowhere and stared confusedly at the damage.
“Sorry,” Delphini called, her cheeks turning pink.
Harry stifled a laugh as the House Elf repaired the window and vanished the rock with a snap of his fingers.
“Let’s try that again, but with a little less exuberance,” Harry smiled.
Delphini took a deep breath and leveled her wand at one of the stones.
“Think about what you want to happen, not just about making it happen,” he instructed.
“Accio,” she said.
Another stone flew into the air and shot toward Delphini’s head. Thankfully, this one was moving much slower than the last one, and Harry had plenty of time to reach out and catch it before it hit her in the face. She grinned as he opened his hand to show her the stone.
“Nicely done,” he smiled. “Now, let’s see if you can combine summoning and banishing. I want you to banish this away from you, then summon it back before it hits the ground, then summon it again. And just to make this a bit safer…,”
Harry waved his wand over the stone and transfigured it into a red throw pillow.
“Give it a shot.”
“Depulso. Acc-”
The pillow hit the ground before she could finish the incantation for the Summoning Charm.
“You have to be really quick,” Harry said.
Delphini struggled with the next several attempts. Sometimes, she stopped focusing on her aim, sending the pillow careening off wildly to one side or another. Other times, she banished it properly but wasn’t focused enough on the Summoning Charm to get it to work. After a dozen tries, each better than the last, something clicked, and she performed it flawlessly.
“Depulso. Accio. Depulso. Accio.”
The pillow bounced back and forth in mid-air like a yo-yo before Delphini banished it one last time.
“I did it!” she exclaimed.
Spinning around, she surprised Harry with a tight hug. Harry chuckled and hugged her back.
“I leave you alone for five minutes, and this is what you get up to.”
He turned and smiled at Hermione, who had her arms folded over her chest in faux irritation.
“Sorry,” Delphini said, letting him go and taking a step back. “I just got excited.”
“Oh, is that all?” Hermione asked sternly.
Harry could tell she wasn’t really upset. Her eyes didn’t hold the same fire as they did when she was truly angry. But Delphini couldn’t tell the difference. She looked genuinely worried as Hermione stalked toward them. Before he could think of something to say, his wife stopped next to him, turned, and reached for his belt.
“I know what you’re really after,” she said, unbuckling his belt and popping open the button of his trousers.
“Hermione,” Harry exclaimed.
“Be quiet,” she barked.
Turning her back to Delphini, she mouthed the words ‘play along’ before tugging his trousers down his thighs and exposing him.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked, stroking his limp member lightly.
“I-I don’t, uh,” Delphini stammered, her wide eyes locked on his groin.
“Don’t play games with me,” Hermione huffed and turned to Harry. “Did you know this little slut’s been spying on us? Gabrielle’s been putting a one-way Viewing Charm on her wall for weeks!”
Of course, he knew that. They all did. Gabrielle had asked them if she could do it. He had no idea what game his wife was playing, but he trusted her.
“Er, no. I didn’t,” he lied.
“Uh. I, uh,” Delphini continued to stammer.
“You wanted my husband’s cock, well, here it is,” Hermione said, waggling his rapidly swelling length.
“I-”
“Shut up and suck it, now, or I swear to god you’ll never get another chance,” Hermione ordered.
Delphini took a large step forward and dropped to her knees so fast that Harry wondered if she’d even had time to fully process the words before she moved. She licked her lips and tentatively raised her hand toward his shaft. Before she could even get close to touching him, Hermione impatiently and roughly grabbed a handful of her black and purple hair and used her grip on his length to shove them together. Harry gasped as he slipped into her warm, wet mouth.
“Go on,” Hermione growled, shoving Delphini’s head down until she gagged. “You want it, take it!”
She roughly forced her lips up and down his length several times before releasing her hair and letting her take over. Delphini bobbed her head slowly a few times and then looked up. Harry only caught a glimpse of her wide, violet eyes before his head was forcibly turned to the side, and Hermione claimed his lips in a steamy, demanding kiss.
Breaking the kiss a few seconds later, she smirked and stepped around Delphini so that she had one leg on either side of her body. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and held his gaze as she rolled her hips. Her pelvis pressed against the back of Delphini’s head and forced her forward. As she gagged, they looked down to see her staring up at them with red, watery eyes.
Hermione pulled her hips back, giving Delphini a brief moment to catch her breath before she pressed forward again. She rolled her hips back and forth, using her hips to fuck him with Delphini’s mouth.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Choke on it, you little bitch.”
Harry blinked and stared at his wife in surprise. He’d never seen her act like this. Her hooded, lust-filled gaze held his as she pressed her hips forward relentlessly, forcing Delphini to take most of his length. She gagged loudly as a thick string of saliva rolled down her chin and dripped onto her T-shirt. He reached down and stroked her right cheek gently, even as a black, mascara-filled tear streaked down the left.
Hermione finally backed away, and Delphini immediately pulled back to suck in a much-needed breath. As she panted, Hermione knelt down next to her.
“You’ve got a lot to learn if you want to please my husband,” she said condescendingly. “I only give him the best.”
Taking him in hand, she surged forward and swallowed him effortlessly. Harry groaned and tangled a hand in her bushy hair as her nose pressed against his pelvis. She pulled back just a couple of seconds later, smiled smugly at Delphini, and then slipped behind her. Grabbing the bottom of the young woman’s T-shirt, she pulled it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra. Hermione impatiently unclasped the garment and shoved it down her shoulders.
“Oh my,” Hermione smirked. “Look at that.”
She cupped Delphini’s breasts from behind. Each one just slightly overflowed her hands, but both she and Harry were much more focused on the silver bars that pierced each of her small, pink nipples. Hermione slipped her thumb and forefinger behind each of the bars and tugged them forward. With a groan, Delphini closed her eyes and arched her back, unintentionally putting her breasts prominently on display.
“What do you think, love?” Hermione asked.
“They suit her,” Harry said.
“Hmm, they do, don’t they,” she agreed.
Suddenly, Hermione stood, grabbed Delphini by the arm, and marched her over to the picnic table. Sitting on the bench with her back to the table, she pulled Delphini in front of her, unbuttoned her ripped jeans, and yanked them, along with her knickers, down her legs. As soon as she stepped out of them, Hermione grabbed her piercing and tugged her forward. Delphini yelped and bent over with her hands supporting her weight on either side of Hermione.
“Let’s hope you can take a dick better than you can suck one,” Hermione said, twisting her piercings.
Delphini groaned sensually as Harry stepped up behind her, caressed her round bum, and lined himself up with her entrance. Just grazing her folds, he could feel how hot and ready she was for him.
“Fuck her hard,” Hermione ordered, continuing to twist and tug at Delphini’s piercings.
Harry sank into her depths up to the hilt with a single slow thrust. Delphini gasped, and her legs trembled as he bottomed out.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, her face screwed up in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Ever had one that big before?” Hermione asked.
“Noo,” Delphini groaned as Harry worked his length back and forth in her tight folds.
“Well, get used to it,” Hermione said without a shred of sympathy. “My husband gets frustrated doing research. He’s more of a man of action. So, since everyone else is busy working during the day, you’re his new plaything whenever you’re not in class. Got it?”
“Oh, God, yes!” Delphini cried.
She came hard as Harry relentlessly pounded into her from behind. He watched the way her fit bum rippled from the impact of his thighs and gave it a smack, drawing a shuddering moan from her lips. As she arched back, Hermione leaned forward, capturing one of her piercings between her teeth. Slowly, she pulled back, distending her jiggling breast until the metal bar slipped from her grip.
Suddenly, Hermione roughly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her in for a searing, tongue-filled kiss. The movement of Delphini’s body, along with her divided attention, made it extra sloppy. Their mouths met and separated sporadically and sometimes missed entirely. Both of their lips and chins glistened with saliva from their failed attempts. The sight only caused Harry to fuck Delphini harder, making the problem even worse.
“I’m getting close,” he warned.
Hermione pulled away from Delphini, slipped under her arm, and stood next to Harry. She shoved him in the chest, and the surprise of the move caused him to take half a step back. As he slipped free of Delphini and regained his balance, Hermione grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down to her knees. Grabbing his shaft, she pulled him forward until the tip was just a couple of inches from Delphini’s face and stroked him furiously.
Harry groaned as he reached his peak. His length swelled and throbbed, but nothing could get past his wife’s tight grip. When he throbbed for a third time, she relaxed her hold, and a huge wad splattered Delphini’s eyes, nose, and lips. The next burst landed a streak that went from the tip of her nose to the crown of her head. The final three weren’t as explosive, and Hermione was able to easily direct them into Delphini’s open mouth.
Panting, he took a step back and surveyed the beautiful mess he’d just made.
“Tonks was right, that was a lot more fun than I thought it would be,” Hermione said. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? Gabrielle said this was the kind of thing you fantasize about, but I know I have a tendency to take things a bit too far.”
“That was brilliant,” Delphini grinned. “I just wish I could see.”
“Sorry,” Hermione chuckled. “That happens sometimes.”
Using her finger, she cleared her eyes so that she could open them. As Delphini blinked open her eyes, they met Hermione’s, and they both burst into giggles.
“You’re a mess,” Hermione said. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before that stuff dries in your hair. It’s a nightmare to get out once it does.”
She helped Delphini to her feet and led her toward the house before looking at Harry over her shoulder.
“Can you grab her clothes and bring them to the bedroom?” she asked.
“Sure,” Harry said.
He watched them go with a smile and started to do up his trousers when he noticed Narcissa watching him from the kitchen window. Her arms were folded over her chest, her hip cocked to the side, and her left eyebrow was quirked. Her entire being radiated a single word.
‘Really?’
Harry tucked himself away and shrugged helplessly. It really hadn’t been his fault this time.
Narcissa stuck her nose up in the air, turned, and stormed out of sight.
Comments
Professor Quill
Not that I know of.
YosugaT
Is there an irl visual comparison for Delphini? I’m having a tough time imagining her in my head
Daeron Targaryen
I mean take her away from Bill since he’s the lesser man.
Professor Quill
Fleur was in the last chapter.
Daeron Targaryen
Goddamn Hermione is a freak it seems, now we just need Harry to take Fleur and we’ll be having fun.
