The glowing pattern Harry was drawing in the air was starting to resemble something. It vaguely reminded him of glowing nonsense.
Alright, so maybe Harry wasn't the best at drawing anything recognizable. Still, there was nothing else he could do while he waited for Ginny to come back. It had already been an hour since she left, and unless she was creating some sort of plan for the baby Hermione would have in nine months, nothing should take this long.
Just thinking about something like that made him hard. His fiancee discussing with his best friend about what to do with the baby he fucked into her while she was listening in the living room.
… Harry was starting to think he was becoming a terrible human being, but that must be a remnant of the boy that wanted a 'normal' family. After all, what he was doing right now would give him a larger family than ever possible if he only slept with Ginny, so really, this was for the best. Not that he would leave the redhead's womb unfilled for long. With a mother like Molly, he was often reminded that his future wife had the traits to give him a quidditch team.
In fact, Harry was in a mood for a bit of fun with Ginny right now with those thoughts at the forefront of his mind. He debated if it was worth it to potentially get chewed out by his feisty future wife when he interrupted whatever all-important issues she was discussing with Hermione, but eventually decided that it wasn't.
Not when he hadn't visited her MILF mum for so long. If Ginny was gone for another hour, it would give him enough time to fuck Molly a few times before returning just in time.
With that plan in mind, Harry waved his wand and sat up on the couch that he was lounging on. He paused as he was about to stand, wondering when 'fuck Molly a few times' had become acceptable to think in such a casual manner. With a shake of his head, he reminded himself to see Pansy for another checkup. It could be possible he deteriorated somehow, or maybe this was just his true self without pesky things like shame standing in his way.
Before he could move, his wards alerted him about a floo call that wasn't on the approved list. And the caller was Pansy Parkinson.
Harry briefly wondered if his idle musings could be powerful enough to bring him the person he was thinking of, but that was ridiculous, right? Ginny should have come back if that was true.
Harry frowned at his scattered thoughts before allowing the floo call.
"Mind letting me through, Potter?"
"Er, why?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, finding the way she was demanding entrance more than a little rude.
"For your checkup, obviously," Pansy said with a roll of her eyes, "What? Did Weasley not tell you about it?"
"… No, she didn't," Harry sighed and permitted Pansy to floo into the manor.
He finally moved from the couch and stepped closer to the fireplace to greet his incoming guest. He might often have depraved thoughts, but being courteous to his guests was still ingrained in him.
A flash of green fire burst from the fireplace before a sharply dressed witch smoothly stepped out and vanished the soot off her robes.
"Hello, Potter," Pansy nodded after giving him a once over, "You look a little under the weather."
Harry, who was about to greet her, closed his mouth in confusion before getting why Pansy was saying that. He must look exhausted after the pounding he put on Hermione's pussy. Harry was free with his answer since she was his healer, under oath not to share what they spoke about.
"I feel great, actually. Just fucked long enough to cum three times inside a woman I love." Harry was proud that he was so smooth. Saying that he fucked Hermione without saying her name.
"… I see," Pansy said with a slightly red face, bringing Harry's attention to something that he had noticed before but never really paid much mind to.
Pansy Parkinson was beautiful, surprisingly so. She still possessed all the same features she had when they were kids, but instead of looking out of place, she had grown into them beautifully. Plus, it definitely helped that she had learned how to dress to bring out her best features.
Her aristocratic looks, combined with the slightly rebellious black lipstick, were enough for Harry's mind to wander to places where it really had no reason to. Not with all the pussy he had available to him.
"Alright, so shall we get started?" Pansy broke Harry out of his thoughts.
"Er, sure, I suppose," Harry smiled weakly as he tried his best to keep his cock from rising like the last time they had a checkup. "So, when did Ginny call you to come over?"
That question was a mistake. Harry was trying to distract himself, but simply saying Ginny's name brought up thoughts of fucking the beautiful redhead until she was drooling cum from all her holes.
At this point, Harry really considered that something was wrong with him. With the amount of sex he was having, there was no reason to feel this pent-up.
"Pansy, what we say between ourselves will stay private, correct?"
"Of course," Pansy said as she rummaged through the bag she brought with her.
"Right, so I think I have an issue. I just said Ginny's name, and I want to fuck her so hard that she forgets everything else. That's the only thing that's in my mind right now."
Pansy froze, staring at the bag in her hands before looking up at Harry in shock. She didn't expect something so unfiltered but quickly accepted it as a new normal. "… Alright. So maybe you feel extra virile today. That isn't too far-fetched."
"Right…" Harry was frustrated that his point wasn't getting across, "So I can say anything, right? It won't scare you away? I prefer you to stay as my healer."
"Potter, if I was scared away so easily, I would have never become a healer. You can't imagine the things I hear from my patients every day. I won't be fazed unless you tell me that you feel like taking over Magical Britain."
Pansy ended that sentence with what she hoped was humor, but it fell flat on its face when Harry stared at her seriously.
"That black lipstick you're wearing is driving me crazy."
Pansy frowned as she touched her lips, wondering what was wrong with it. It wasn't a common color that witches wore, but it certainly wasn't that farfetched. "What don't you like about it?"
"The real question should be what I do like," Harry almost growled, "I want to see where that lipstick would leave a mark on my cock. See how far you can take it down your throat. Does that answer your question?"
Pansy flushed even brighter as she imagined that scenario. It wasn't like she had never thought of Harry's cock in her fantasies after that check-up they had in St. Mungo's. It was hard not to after the man had proudly displayed his massive erection in her office shamelessly.
"So," Pansy cleared her throat, "I suppose that means you like it, then?"
"Yeah, you could say I do," Harry took a small step toward her, making Pansy take a step forward before realizing what she was doing.
"Let's start the checkup!" Pansy yelped, breaking whatever was happening at the moment, making Harry appreciate her dedication to her job, though equally frustrated from being unable to use those lips.
Harry used every bit of his considerable willpower to stand in place as Pansy waved her wand at his body, averting his eyes when it was a far too easy glimpse to be had. He didn't know if his considerable willpower would be enough to stop himself from doing something stupid.
After a few minutes, Pansy stepped back with a deep frown that concerned Harry.
"What's wrong?"
"You've clearly been having more sex than any reasonable wizard ever had or should have, but your magic practically demands more…."
Harry blinked, wondering how he would even accomplish that. He was already having sex at an unbelievable rate, and it was honestly the only thing he thought about these days. If he had to increase it, wouldn't that mean he had to basically rotate the woman he fucked throughout the day?
"Harry, I don't think Weasley is enough for this. I can't believe I'm saying this, but she might actually break if you go any harder with her."
Harry waved off Pansy's concerns, "Ginny's fine. I'll have to split it among the witches I have sex with, so it shouldn't affect her too much."
He didn't realize what he causally commented until a few seconds later when he saw Pansy's shocked face.
"Y-You pig!" Pansy spit out, "I thought you were to be commended for staying loyal to Weasley with what was going on, but you're just like any other wizard!"
Harry gave Pansy an unimpressive look at her righteousness. "Did you forget I wanted to see your lips around my cock? And you looked like you were about to jump at the chance too. Don't try to make yourself seem better than me."
Pansy glared at Harry, taking deep breaths from her rising anger, drawing attention to her handful-sized tits. "I stopped myself from doing it!"
Harry supposed that was better if he was actually cheating, which he wasn't. With a roll of his eyes, he said, "Calm yourself, Pansy. Ginny knows what I'm up to. She's the one that gave me permission after realizing how randy I am all the time."
"Oh."
"Yes, oh," Harry repeated as he gained a small smile at Pansy's embarrassed face.
"Weasley knows?" Pansy asked again in confirmation.
"Yes!" Harry said in exasperation, "Now can we go back to the issue I'm having? How much sex do I need to have to get this under control?"
Pansy struggled to think straight, with most of her blood being used to make her face red, but she was an excellent healer for a reason. "Conservatively… I would say four to five times a day?"
"What?!" Harry yelped as he stared at Pansy in shock, "That's ridiculous! I wouldn't be doing anything but fucking the day away!"
"Unless you want me to prescribe potions to take away the symptoms, that's what you'll have to do."
Harry could tell from Pansy's tone that she would heavily frown on using potions, not that he wanted to anyway. Even though, at this point, fucking would almost be like a job.
"Fine, I guess I can do this," Harry said as he nodded firmly.
"That's, uh, good," Pansy said unsurely as she thought of who the other women Harry could be sleeping with. She wasn't sure if she should pity or feel jealous of them. Of course, the rumor that was going around made much more sense with Harry's revelation. "So, just let me know if you need anything from me. I'm a floo call away."
Harry's eyes darkened as he thought of Pansy's offer in another way, namely, with her on her knees and her black lipstick having left a mark on the base of his shaft. Instead of telling her that, Harry said, "Thanks for this, Pansy."
"Not a problem," Pansy nodded as she edged closer to the fireplace. Being alone in a room with Harry was dangerous, and if she didn't leave soon, she was sure it would end in a pleasurable way. And she did not get involved with patients.
As she grabbed some floo powder, Pansy couldn't keep the curiosity to herself anymore. "You don't have to tell me, but is Granger one of the witches you're sleeping with?"
"… What?" Harry gaped at Pansy, wondering how she came to that conclusion. It was true, but nobody other than the few people in the Weasley family should have known.
"It's a rumor that's been going around some circles," Pansy rambled when she saw Harry's stunned face, "I knew it was probably fake, but it's becoming really prevalent. Just wanted to confirm, that's all."
"Wait!" Harry stopped Pansy from leaving, "Who started these rumors?"
"Uh, well, I can't be sure, but I think it's Draco," Pansy said unsurely, "The people that started spreading the rumor are on that side."
"I see," Harry felt sick, but that was overpowered by the growing rage, "Thank you again, Pansy."
Pansy nodded quickly and threw down the floo powder, leaving the bomb that was Harry behind.
He knew he shouldn't be so angry at the rumors spreading outside, but thinking about the possible consequences was infuriating. Even though Harry was actually fucking Hermione, he wasn't doing so to ruin Ron's life, which these rumors would do.
His mate was strangely dependent on the views of others. If the situation with Hermione was left aside, Ron greatly enjoyed the adulation he received. That would quickly be replaced with jeers that would likely break his friend if these rumors spread to the wider public.
With a decision quickly made, Harry pulled on his cloak with a furious expression. He would have to stop this before it gets too far, which meant going right to the source. Harry disappeared from his manor with a sharp crack.