It wasn't until Harry returned home that he realized he hadn't accomplished the main reason he visited Malfoy Manor.
Sure, he had left Astoria dazed and practically delirious on the couch, having fulfilled the goal of leaving her looking her a heavily used Knockturn Alley whore. Still, he had left before he could warn Draco not to do anything so stupid in the future. Harry supposed that seeing his wife thoroughly sated, with cum pouring out of her cunt, was enough of a warning.
However, he didn't suddenly remember why he stormed to Malfoy Manor without reason. It was caused by seeing Hermione waiting for him next to a frowning Ginny.
"And where have you been?" Ginny started into him immediately, "I was only gone for a few minutes, and you somehow disappeared for hours!"
Harry seriously doubted that her little discussion with Hermione had lasted a few minutes. There had been enough time for Pansy to arrive and give him a checkup, which only happened after him waiting alone for what seemed like an hour.
However, Harry kept his mouth shut when Ginny seemed to be furious with more than just his absence.
"Did you seriously leave to get your rocks off?" Ginny asked with exasperation, "You just had Hermione!"
Hermione merely shrugged when Ginny pointed at her. It was true. Harry did just have her, and was it really a surprise that her best friend had gotten tired of waiting and decided to go have some fun? Hermione would have been surprised if he hadn't. She guessed the real reason Ginny was angry had to be Molly.
The redhead had a strange relationship with her mother these days, and even people who didn't know of the arrangement could tell. Again, Hermione understood the swings in emotions Ginny felt… or maybe she didn't. She would have never allowed Harry to fuck her mum, mainly because her mother would have fainted in shock at Hermione's suggested debauchery.
"Er, right. But I had a proper reason this time," Harry scratched the back of his head, remembering another issue of sleeping with Astoria. Ginny hadn't given him permission to do so.
"Yeah?" Ginny crossed her arms below her breasts, "Let's hear it, then."
Harry cleared his throat, "You know how you said we have to keep this in the family?"
"Stop," Ginny interrupted with a flushed face, unsure herself if it was anger or arousal, "I don't want to hear about mum."
"It's not Molly. It's about about Draco," Harry said bluntly.
"What did he want?" Hermione piped in, "Was it business? Or are you talking about Astoria?"
"You fucked Astoria?!" Ginny shrieked, "What is wrong with you?!"
"Draco was spreading rumors with the people in his circle about Hermione and I having an affair. I had to stop it before it spread to the wider public."
Hermione and Ginny stared at him in shock, though for different reasons. Hermione was worried that Ron would be ridiculed, so she was trying to think of ways to fix this before that ever happened. Ginny, on the other hand, felt her fury growing to new heights.
"So," Ginny said with clenched teeth, "So went to that arsehole's house to fuck his wife as what? Revenge? How is this going to fix the mess?"
"It was partly revenge," Harry agreed sheepishly, "But it's also a warning. Draco wouldn't like others knowing my arrangement with Astoria, so I'm indirectly telling him to keep his mouth shut?"
"Harry," Ginny spoke through gritted teeth, "I think we need to have another talk."
Harry told himself it wasn't 'The Talk,' the one that came before the end of relationships, but that didn't stop his heart from trying to beat out of his chest.
"Actually," Ginny shook her head and declared, "This is over!"
"What?" Harry and Hermione's voices overlapped, both filled with shock.
"You don't need anymore, Harry," Ginny pointed at her fiancé, "You have three Weasleys. If you think that isn't enough, I want you to go to the continent and get a check-up in France. I don't trust the healers in St. Mungo's anymore."
"Oh," Harry relaxed, noting that Hermione did the same next to Ginny, though that was unseen by the redhead. Still, this was a boon. He wasn't exactly thinking about the consequences with Astoria, and this was basically a pass.
He would still have his favorite witches.
"I think he's happy about not being in trouble, Ginny," Hermione giggled.
"… Harry," Ginny sighed, seeing the outline of his cock under his clothes.
"I can't help it," Harry shrugged sheepishly, "Pansy arrived when you were gone and told me I might have to go at it five times a day."
"Pansy," Ginny covered her face with her palm. With a muffled voice, she said, "I forgot I called her over."
"Well, good thing you did. She was the one who told me about Draco."
"Of course she did," Ginny muttered, "I supposed I should be thankful that you didn't shag her too."
When Harry failed to keep a straight face, it set Hermione off. The sound of her friend gasping for air as she wheezed in laughter brought Ginny's face out of her palm to see Harry looking far too innocent.
"… Did you shag Pansy?" Ginny asked with narrowed eyes.
"No!" Harry said proudly, as if doing so deserved praise. In a way, it did. Pansy was a witch who had grown exponentially beautiful after Hogwarts.
That set Hermione off into another bout of giggles while Ginny continued to be unimpressed. "Well, I wanted to show you why Astoria is unnecessary. But since my fiancé is a horny mutt, I guess it won't be necessary."
Harry blinked, feeling that he might have missed something he fantasized about. He stared between his future wife and the witch that he had just impregnated, his best friend.
Hermione smirked and pointed at Ginny, "She thought you would like two witches worshipping your cock. Guess that isn't going to happen anymore. Sorry."
Harry's mouth twitched, almost regretting what he had done with Astoria. Of course, he didn't. He quite enjoyed breaking the youngest Greengrass sister on his cock, and her being Malfoy's wife only made it better.
"… It would be cruel to leave Harry like this, though," Ginny commented to Hermione, "Would you mind? I want to go have a talk with Pansy."
"Sure," Hermione nodded casually before walking to Harry, "Let me know what she says."
"Of course," Ginny replied before leaving them alone.
"… You know, I don't think I will ever get used to that," Harry said drily, "Ginny spoke as if I was a chore to hand off."
"With you more randy than a teenager, you can see why, Harry," Hermione rolled her eyes, "You have to admit Ginny is doing remarkably well for the rollercoaster you're taking us on."
"Of course she is," Harry freely admitted, "But don't think I missed my Ginny's attraction to you. I doubt she would be nearly as calm otherwise."
"Thought we hid it better," Hermione pinked slightly, but that didn't stop her hands from wandering into Harry's robes, "Guess we were too eager to be with you together."
"More like Ginny was," Harry chuckled, "You, on the other hand, were nearly unreadable."
Hermione hummed as she freed his cock, flinching when she felt it. "… Is that Astoria?"
"Sorry," Harry flushed red with embarrassment, immediately drawing his wand to rid his shaft of her.
"No," Hermione blocked him, gaining a wicked look in her eye, "I want you to fuck me with her wetness still on you. I want to tell Astoria that you got rid of her juices by fucking me. Because you couldn't wait to have a witch that will give you a child surrounding you."
Harry wasn't sure that made much sense to him, but it sure as hell did in Hermione's mind at the moment. Besides, the simple mention of Hermione being pregnant due to him was enough to get him to do whatever she wanted.
Hermione shrieked in delight when she was thrown over Harry's shoulders. A loud smack resounded as she was carried off to a bedroom.
Another sharp crack of her arse getting spanked was heard right before Harry threw her on the bed. She giggled at the delicious sting on her bottom, thinking of when this would have been unthinkable.
"I still can't believe how much of a slut you are, Hermione," Harry stared at her with desire as he disrobed, "What did you and Ron decide?"
Hermione licked her lips when more and more of Harry's body was revealed. No matter how often she had seen him in the nude, it never got old.
"We're going to keep it," Hermione said with a hand on her flat stomach, knowing there was a new life about to take root. When Harry's cock twitched in need, she smirked, "You like that, Harry?"
"What's not to like?" Harry growled as he climbed onto the bed, "Can you imagine how many wizards out there want to fuck a baby into Hermione Granger?"
Hermione's chest heaved when Harry ripped off her flimsy skirt before running his hands up her stomach. He cupped a perky tit firmly and hissed, "Far too many."
"Harry!" She gasped when he pinched her nipple tightly.
"That doesn't matter, does it?" Harry asked rhetorically, "They don't get to fuck you. You didn't allow anyone else to keep filling you with cum, daring them to get you bred."
Hermione's eyes fluttered, feeling the wrongness of that word describing what Harry did to her. But no matter what it felt like, that was precisely what happened. Harry worked so hard to fuck load after load of cum into her womb to breed her. It sounded so fucking dirty. She loved it.
"No," Harry grunted as he ripped off her top far too easily.
Hermione wondered if he had weakened her clothes with magic, but that wondering didn't last long. Not because she found the answer, but because Harry pulled aside her knickers and slid two fingers knuckle-deep into her wet pussy.
"Not even Ron got to try, did he," Harry said wickedly as he slowly pumped his fingers into her cunt while rubbing her clit with his thumb, "It was just me."
"Harry," Hermione gasped, "Please!"
"Please, what?" Harry kept pleasuring her as he leaned close to her lips, marveling at how soft they looked. Come to think of it, he didn't quite remember kissing Hermione before, at least not when he wasn't fucking her like a primitive savage.
"Fuck me!" Hermione begged as her toes started to curl. She didn't want to cum on Harry's fingers. It was his cock she wanted.
Harry grinned when Hermione looked at him with lidded eyes, barely able to keep contact. That changed when he closed the distance between their lips, molding them together as he swallowed her gasp of surprise.
Harry moaned into her mouth when she pulled on his hair while she fell apart, cumming on his fingers. He pulled away from her lips when he felt her pussy stop clenching around his fingers to see them swollen from their kiss.
"Harry?" Hermione asked lazily.
"Hm?" Harry's cock twitched against her stomach at seeing her satisfied expression. It was different from seeing the fucked-stupid look common on the witches he fucked.
"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I need you to fuck me like I'm your whore."
Harry blinked, wondering if he had heard right. The expression Hermione currently had and what she had said did not match.
"What?"
Hermione's eyes sharpened, "You heard me. It felt like we just made love. It makes me feel guilty. Fuck me so hard that I remember what I am to you."
Harry tilted his head, wondering if this was one of those mental gymnastics that Hermione and Ron went through to justify this. With a mental shrug, he didn't think it didn't matter. He came to the same conclusion before. If they were happy, it was of no concern to him.
Hermione moaned when Harry covered her with his body and slid his hard cock along her wet opening.
"And what are you to me?" Harry asked while kissing Hermione's jaw.
"Your slut," Hermione gasped when she felt Harry's cock enter her briefly before retreating.
"And?" Harry teased, "What else?"
Hermione looked confused for a moment before a slow smile formed on her lips. She reached between their bodies and rested a hand on her stomach. "This won't be the last time, Harry. I promise you that."
That was the last sentence Hermione could say because she got her wish immediately after.
Harry pounded his cock as deep as he could into her pussy until he struck her cervix. She squealed loudly and threw her head back with unseeing eyes as she came her brains out.
This was what she wanted. Harry making love to her with his fingers was nice, but what she wished for the most was for him to fuck and abuse her pussy until she was left a drooling mess.
"I can't wait, Hermione," Harry grunted as he fucked into her with a harsh thrust that would have shunted her body higher on the bed if not for Harry's weight on top of her, "To see you grow large with my child. It'll be a dream."
Hermione squealed again in response. Or it might have been because of the new angle he was fucking into her.
"And remember," Harry saw a bead of sweat drip off his chin onto her lips, "You promised me more."
The sound of his hips slamming into her was increasing in both speed and loudness as he tried his best to turn Hermione into the fucked-stupid state she wished to be.
"Right?" Harry repeated between grunts, eying Hermione's pink tongue when she licked the sweat that dropped on her lips.
His eyes darkened, and he thrust deeply into Hermione's cunt, but instead of pulling back, he stayed as deep in her warmth as possible. He put as much of his weight onto her as possible without making her feel trapped before capturing her lips.
Harry smiled into the rough kiss when she moaned as he rolled his hips to stir his cock in her depths.
He was close.
Harry pulled away from the kiss and asked again, "That promise. Was it a lie?"
"No," Hermione still looked out of it, but her answer was immediate, "As many as you want, Harry."
She was about to say something else, but it was muffled by Harry's lips as he kissed her sloppily again. However, this time it was accompanied by a flood of cum that filled her pussy.
Hermione shuddered when she felt pleasure run through her body when she felt Harry's cum entering her womb. It was going to be something that would become a common occurrence far into the future.