After speaking to Sirius and Andi, Harry said a quick goodbye to Daphne, promising to come back in a few minutes, and ducked off to go talk to Nym, who Harry didn't exactly want Daphne to know he had fucked, and Nym was far from subtle.
"Hey, big sis." Harry smiled, coming up behind her. Nym wore a scandalous white dress that looked really good with her bright pink hair. It was scandalous because it showed off a good amount of her enhanced assets, breasts, ass, curves, the whole deal.
"Hey, little brother." Nym smirked back, and threw her arms around him, taking special care to smash her tits against his chest.
"You like my titties? They're this big just for you." Nym whispered sexily into his ear, and Harry grunted in pleasure.
"I love them." Harry replied truthfully.
"Mhm. I bet you do." Nym teased.
"'Arry!" a sexy French voice called, and Harry turned to see Fleur in a dark blue dress that showed off her smooth, creamy skin.
"Hey, Fleur." Harry smiled, and embraced the older Frenchgirl. Another amazing pair of tits mashed purposely up against his chest.
"Not quite as big as mine." Nym observed.
"We're not all cheaters." Fleur shot back. Harry reached up and grabbed Nym by the hand and pulled her in to join the hug.
"Don't fight, girls. You know I love both of your tits." Harry smirked, enjoying the two girls' rivalry while his arms wrapped comfortably around their waists.
"You might love mine more zan hers once zey fill with milk." Fleur said smugly. Nym and Harry both choked.
"What?" Harry asked, stunned.
"Once zey fill with milk." Fleur repeated triumphantly, "I am pregnant, Harry, with your baby."
Harry stared in amazement at Fleur.
"You… you're not serious." Nym gasped.
"I am. We Veela, we are very fertile creatures. Harry's fertile seed, it filled me up, and my Veela womb did ze rest." Fleur said, and Harry's world was rocked.
Not only was he now the father of ONE daughter… he was going to be the father of TWO, as the odds of Veelas having a son were astronomically low.
"Mum's going to be fucking thrilled." Harry said, still quite stunned.
Fleur looked delighted at that news.
"I 'ave not told my mother or sister yet. I cannot imagine zat Gabrielle will be delighted to hear about zis." Fleur confessed.
"No, she probably won't. It's a good thing she can't get pregnant until she's sixteen, or I don't think she'd let me out of bed until she was pregnant too." Harry muttered. Fleur laughed.
"I agree." Fleur said, then batted her eyes at Harry, "You know, if you wanted, I could convince my mother zat I should transfer to Hogwarts zis year, to be nearer to ze father of my child."
The thought of Fleur always being close by was very alluring.
"I… I don't know. Would transferring mess up your NEWTs?" Harry wondered.
"I would 'ave to take one or two extra classes, but I am an intelligent girl. So?" Fleur smiled.
"Are you asking me whether or not I want you around?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"Oui." Fleur nodded.
"That's… a bit of a decision. What about your friends and stuff at Beauxbatons?" Harry asked.
"I 'ave some." Fleur admitted, "But I'd rather be with you and Gabrielle."
"Look, I don't want to uproot your entire life. Could you at least, I don't know, give me some time to think?" Harry asked, baffled by how much Fleur wanted him involved in her life.
Fleur made a sexy pouty face, but she nodded.
"Take your time." Fleur said, and Harry gave her a grateful nod.
"Hang on, it's barely been a week since Harry fucked us. How the hell do you know you're pregnant already?" Nym demanded.
"I can guess the answer to that one." Harry said, "It's Veela biology."
"You are right, of course, 'Arry." Fleur said with a bright smile.
"So, are you going to act like you love him now?" Nym asked viciously. Her hair was turning a vivid green, and Harry and Fleur both knew what that meant.
"Come here." Harry said, grabbing the two girls by the hands and tugging them into the kitchen.
Harry pressed Nym and Fleur up against the counter, their hips pressing together, and then he looked at them.
"Ok, what the hell?" Harry demanded.
"What do you mean?" Nym asked, arms folded under her breasts.
"Your hair is bright green, Nym, and you, Fleur, you keep taunting her." Harry said.
Nym swore under her breath after checking her hair color, and Fleur opened her mouth to protest, but Harry spoke first.
"I don't understand why you two have to argue. And Nym, why are you jealous of her?" Harry asked.
"Because she's having your child, Harry." Nym said miserably.
"It is possible zat you are also having 'is child." Fleur pointed out, "Veela simply 'ave quicker reproductive organs."
"Wouldn't that be crazy? Both of you being pregnant?" Harry asked, shaking his head.
"I hope it does happen." Nym said, looking for all the world like she really did want to be pregnant with Harry's kid, which was absolutely mind-blowing to him.
He understood that he had a lot of girls and women around him who were smoking hot, and he would love to sleep with them. But the having children component was so foreign to him.
Like, Stella was a complete wonder to him, and Harry had been completely removed from Cassie's pregnancy because of the necessary secrecy.
He couldn't imagine how he would handle Fleur being pregnant. She didn't strike him as the kind of girl who would want secrecy.
Neither was Nym, for that matter, if she did end up being pregnant.
"So… look, I won't pretend to be some kind of expert in pregnancies or, uh, whatever sort of rivalry you guys have, but I really don't want to see you arguing with each other." Harry said.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Nym asked, "You seem a little different."
"I'm just overwhelmed." Harry shook his head.
It had been a wild week, between an ancient Egyptian goddess bestowing a blessing, fucking Ginny with his mother's help, then actually fucking his mother just this morning. Not to mention, he'd met his daughter for the first time, and just found out he was going to have a second daughter in… well, he assumed nine months' time. He wasn't actually positive about that, and Fleur had brought up having quicker reproductive organs.
"I understand zat." Fleur said, moving forwards to slide her arms around Harry. This wasn't a sexy hug like the one she'd greeted him with, this was reassuring.
"Yeah, having a kid at fourteen must be insane." Nym agreed, and she came up beside Fleur and Harry.
Harry hesitated.
"Well… I probably shouldn't mention it, but I mean, I trust you two." Harry said. Nym gasped.
"Ok, baby brother… who'd you knock up?" Nym demanded. Harry grinned sheepishly.
———
After explaining to Nym and Fleur everything with Cassie and Stella, the two girls were fully supportive of Harry and Cassandra.
Fleur even asked if she could talk to Cassie about it, and Harry agreed, and so Fleur and Nym went in search of Cassie, and Harry went to find Daphne.
He did not, however, find Daphne.
Harry was always amazed at how many strangers showed up to his annual parties. It was like, did these guys have nothing better to do than show up to a birthday party for someone who they didn't personally know?
Harry understood that yes, he had vanquished a Dark Lord and yes, he was the heir to one of the most ancient wizard of families, but come on.
Harry finally spotted someone he recognized, and hurried to talk to them.
"Hey." Harry said, smiling.
"Hi, Harry. Why do we always end up talking on your birthday?" Angelina Johnson, a buxom, dark-skinned fourth-year Gryffindor Chaser, smiled. Angelina was tall and curvy, with a large round ass, wide hips, and a tight waist, not to mention her full breasts. She was fit, too, from the hours of Quidditch practice.
"Not a clue." Harry said, "Look, I never really got a chance to thank you."
"For what?" Angelina frowned.
"Last year, when the school kind of turned against me because of the Petrifications. You stood with me, and, well, that's something that's hard to forget." Harry said. Angelina gave Harry a warm smile.
"It wasn't hard to stick up for someone trying to help the school." Angelina said seriously. Harry grinned, feeling pleased by her words.
"It's almost a shame that we'll have to play each other in Quidditch this year." Harry joked.
"I'll go easy on you." Angelina winked.
"Oh, please. You'll need me to go easy on you." Harry shot back. Angelina laughed, and the sexy black girl held out her arms for a hug. Harry grinned and stepped quickly into Angelina's embrace. Angelina was taller than him, which was unusual, as Harry was a pretty tall guy.
Harry enjoyed the hug quite a bit, and when he drew back, Angelina had a teasing smirk on her face.
"You couldn't beat us if you tried, Potter." Angelina said.
"I beg to differ, Johnson." Harry retorted.
Potter and Johnson grinned at each other.
———
Harry moved on from Angelina after a bit more banter, and continued looking for Daphne, but instead spotted a different Greengrass.
"Harry!" Emma Greengrass exclaimed delightedly, and Daphne's total MILF of a mother wasted no time in embracing her future son-in-law.
Harry looked past Emma to see she had been talking with Priya Patil and Apolline Delacour.
"Hello, Lord Potter." Priya said silkily.
"I've told you before, just Harry is fine." Harry told the gorgeous Indian woman.
"I know." Priya replied.
"'Arry." Apolline said fondly. Harry tightly embraced the French Veela, who was just so far beyond the beauty of a normal woman that words simply cannot do her justice.
Harry released Apolline after a moment, and was quickly grabbed by Emma, who told him how delighted she was to hear that he and Daphne had started dating.
"You two are adorable." Daphne's sexy, golden-blond mum said. Harry couldn't resist smiling.
Talking with Emma, Priya, and Apolline was very different from talking with, say, Daphne, Parvati, and Gabrielle. They were all so well-kept, gorgeous women, and each one of them knew it.
It was an intimidating concept, and frankly, if Harry wasn't still on the absolute confidence high that was fucking your own mother, he probably would have bowed out after some quick compliments and chatting.
But instead, he stuck around, and boy, was he glad he did. Priya was absolutely insatiable, and just like with the meeting Harry and Bella had gone to with the Patils, she was flirting and touching him without concern.
The conversation was hovering in the new school year area, which Harry could talk about while devoting more of his attention to stroking the thigh of the naughty Indian MILF sitting beside him on the bench.
Priya had a very sexy gasp, Harry decided quickly. She let out a soft little sound whenever Harry's hand moved somewhat closer to her clothed pussy.
Apolline and Emma were both pretty much aware of what was going on, Harry suspected, despite there being an obstruction of their view. Apolline, at least, knew what Harry was doing to Priya.
Her thighs were so inviting, and Harry's hand slid up her legs to her hot entrance, and Priya gasped a little. Priya's hand found Harry's wrist, and Harry thought she was going to stop him.
But no. She looked at him with those big dark brown eyes of hers, and it was like they were begging him to keep going.
Harry's hand inched closer to Priya's panties-covered pussy.