Power and Control

Harry took a deep breath as he walked through the massive towers that stood on either side of the entryway of the castle, sighing in happiness as he cast his eyes around.

Hogwarts. His first home. He loved this place. He felt the magic of the ancient castle wrap around him like a protective, motherly cocoon, full of love and tender care. This place was his, just as he had always been hers at heart. The castle was sentient and he would always believe it, no matter what anyone had to say on the contrary. After all, there was a reason Dumbledore always said his old mantra.

Help would always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

Harry did not have much of an opinion on it when he was young, but as he matured, he came to realize Dumbledore's rectification was more appropriate.

Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it.

He had fought for Hogwarts. He had bled for Hogwarts. He had sacrificed his life for Hogwarts. There was no way the castle would not acknowledge him and as he walked through the courtyard that had once been the battlefield in which he had fought Voldemort to a standstill and ultimately vanquished him, Harry felt the magic of the castle all the while, welcoming her warrior back.

He smiled as he got closer, his eyes affixed on the large group of people gathered to welcome him.

The Headmistress, Professor McGonagall stood in the middle alongside the rest of the Hogwarts staff and a few students who he assumed were the head students and prefects from all four houses.

Things had changed around the castle, mostly for the better, but there was one keen observation he made that pleased him very much. Hogwarts had hired a few professors who were downright sexy and made him want to be very productive.

He spotted Penelope Clearwater and gave her a roguish grin. The girl had left the wizarding World due to increased bigotry and Voldemort's return had driven the final nail in the coffin. The situation had improved after the war thanks to their combined efforts, even though he had skillfully manipulated the entire situation to ensure everyone believed he was the one behind all the favorable reforms. It felt good to see that worship in the eyes of the masses.

Penelope was the new Runes professor after Professor Babbling announced her retirement, both due to her old age and because of the injuries she had sustained in the war.

To her left stood the woman whom Harry had never imagined would join the Hogwarts teaching staff.

Lavender Brown bore no scars from that attack on her, thanks to Bill Weasley, but the encounter had lit up a fire inside her. A desire to become capable enough so that she could teach others how to defend themselves, all to ensure they never found themselves in the situation she once had. It had shocked everyone when the girl had become the DADA professor at Hogwarts and last he'd heard, she'd been doing an excellent job. The woman had sent him many letters over the years, thanking him for everything he'd done and for inspiring her to become a professor through his leadership in the DA. Harry was all too happy to accept a beautiful woman's gratitude, although he'd much prefer to accept all of her.

The beautiful blonde had grown into a sexy professor and he was sure the blokes at Hogwarts must love jerking off to her. Gone was her idiotic and dramatic self, being replaced by a mature look. Harry was very pleased to see the change.

They exchanged grins as Harry approached them and Harry reaffirmed his thoughts to himself. There was a lot of hidden potential in this castle – potential that did not end with those two.

Aurora Sinistra and Septima Vector had been in the wet dreams of almost every bloke at Hogwarts when he had been a student, and he had not been spared by their charms either. A pair of exotic beauties with tanned skins that pointed to significant sunbathing had triggered many imagined scenarios with them either lounging by a pool or on a beach as he played with them, both together and separately. They were in their forties now but they did not look like it at all. A proper pair of MILFs in every sense of the word. Harry could not wait to make them utterly devoted to him.

The final person who Harry spotted sent his blood rushing south at first glance. It was a shame that she always kept her face wrapped under a scarf but there was no way he could ever miss the sinful beauty that was Fleur Delacour, even though she kept herself covered under modest robes.

Her husband's death in the war had motivated her just like Lavender and she had assumed the post of the professor for Care of Magical Creatures. He had received numerous letters from her as well, mostly in support of how he had broken off his relationship with Ginny. Harry knew the two women had never liked each other and it was not surprising to have Fleur in his corner. She had even expressed her disappointment with the rest of the Weasleys for how the entire affair had unfolded, not that Harry cared. Still, he had thanked her for being supportive of him.

Fleur was one of his crushes back then and his desire for her had never vanished entirely. Since discovering his true self, he had thought about her more than once. However, her husband had died in the war that had ended not too long ago and he had decided to hold off pursuing her out of care and concern for her.

However, the bright grin she gave him as she parted her scarf indicated that she might not be grieving anymore and he surely hoped that she was ready to move on. After all, it was a massive loss if a beauty such as Fleur Delacour decided to stay isolated for good.

Harry returned her grin with a bright one of his own as he finally reached them and he gazed at one of the professors he had the utmost respect for.

"Director Potter," Headmistress McGonagall greeted with a respectful smile, her eyes shining with pride. "Welcome back."

Harry smiled at the old woman and looked around.

"Yeah," he said, his voice deep in emotion. "It's great to be back home."

-Break-

At Professor McGonagall's request, Harry had agreed to hold a small session with the students. She believed that the students should learn about the events that had transpired in their world from someone who had been at the heart of it all, and as much as Harry thought being put in the spotlight for a bunch of brats was a chore, he agreed. If it happened to influence young, impressionable minds with the grandiose image of The Harry Potter – dark wizard destroyer and the vanquisher of the Dark Lord Voldemort, then it was a boon he'd rather take.

The look of wonder and admiration in those eyes made him smirk as he spoke about the horrors he had faced during those years. He made sure to regale them with tales of his accomplishments in the war, without any embellishments (not that he needed any), and the more he spoke, the more he could tell they were thoroughly entranced with him.

"The biggest lesson you all need to take away from what we went through," he said with pride as he looked at all those who had fought. "Is that as long as you have trust in your comrades, you can overcome any evil threatening our world."

A thunderous round of applause broke out as students rose to their feet, clapping uproariously. A few were shouting his name in cheer and Harry simply stood there, waving his hand as he basked in their applause.

Back at the professors' table, everyone watched with pride and bright smiles as the wizard who had suffered the most and had saved them all from the forces of the dark stood tall and proud in the aftermath of it all, becoming the magnificent man they all had always thought he would grow into.

As the applause died, Professor McGonagall got to her feet and approached the podium. Harry smiled at the woman and stepped to the side, allowing her to address the students.

"Indeed," she smiled. "As Director Potter said, faith can be your biggest strength. The bonds we forge with our friends and comrades should never be severed and we should devote ourselves to always remaining true to our ideals lest we abuse the very strength and let it become our biggest weakness. I hope you all will take every lesson Director Potter has imparted on you to heart and dedicate yourselves to be the productive members of our new wizarding society as we all believe you will be. Please join me in thanking Director Potter for taking valuable time off his numerous duties and addressing our session here at Hogwarts."

McGonagall stepped back and everyone applauded him again. Harry gave her a respectful bow before repeating it with the rest of the professors and turned to the students with a bright grin. He stifled a chuckle when he saw a few girls on all house tables swooning at the sight and a few blokes seething or glaring.

'Sorry guys, not intentional,' he thought as he eyed them in amusement.

"It's always a pleasure to be here, and I hope we can interact soon," Harry smiled.

McGonagall nodded and gestured for him to go through the doors to the side where the professors usually traversed through as the students slowly filtered out of the Great Hall.

"Well, that was really good. Who knew the boy who used to shy away from attention back in the day would be such a brilliant public speaker?"

Harry cast an amused glance at Penelope Clearwater who gazed at him with a teasing grin.

"That was the boy, Penny," Harry said, confidently choosing to address her familiarly. From the way her eyes widened slightly, he could tell she had not expected it. "I'm all man now. Can't you tell?"

Penelope gazed at his smirking face in surprise for a moment before she blinked and gave him a shaky smile.

"Y-yeah. I can see that," she stammered, her heart beating fast. Harry kept gazing at her with the same smirk which did not help matters in any way whatsoever.

"I've got to prepare for the next class. See you around, Harry," she continued and swiftly took her leave.

'Merlin, get hold of yourself, girl!' She thought to herself, clutching the sides of her robes firmly as she walked away. She could feel his eyes on her as she left and her steps quickened. Harry merely watched her with an amused stare.

His eyes left her as she turned the corner and he smiled to himself when he felt the familiar allure of Fleur approaching him from behind. She was trying to suppress it as much as she could and perhaps the average male would not perceive it but he was no average wizard.

He turned around before she could address him and smirked as he saw her wide eyes staring at him. He was not shocked to see her joined by Lavender, having known how close the two women had gotten during their stay at Hogwarts and with the connection they shared through Bill Weasley's involvement in their lives.

"Surprised I could feel you?" He said with a grin and Fleur stepped closer, cupping his face and softly kissing both his cheeks

"You, mister, 'ave been a stranger," she said with a poke to his chest and Harry swiftly grabbed her hand, smiling softly.

"Sorry, Fleur. I'll do better, I promise," he said. Fleur nodded curtly before a small smile blossomed on her face. Harry grinned back.

"Come on. We'd both like to catch up with you," she said, taking his hand. Harry chuckled, letting her pull him with Lavender walking beside her and he did not shy away from taking as many glances at their delicious rears as he wanted. Those robes were modest but no less form-fitting and he was treated to quite a nice view as they ascended the Grand Staircase.

He did not miss the fact that they were walking toward the private quarters and he could not help but think of lecherous thoughts involving the three of them.

"Rose Bleue," Fleur said as they arrived at their destination and Harry saw the portrait door swing open. The veela entered, pulling him in with her with Lavender bringing up the rear. The door shut closed behind them.

Fleur's quarters were as he could envision them – warm, cozy, and immaculately decorated with the prettiest of artifacts around. It made for a very relaxed setting. There was a couch set by the fireplace and Harry sat in one of the large cushioned chairs, with the women taking their seats in the large couch.

As they sat, Harry could not help but observe them and one thing became clear to him in an instant. He did not hesitate to point it out.

"So…" he started. "When did this happen?"

Both Fleur and Lavender looked at him in surprise for a moment before they sighed. The almost negligible distance between them vanished instantly and they sat close, touching.

"About a month ago," Lavender said softly. "We both could feel it but one evening, it just…"

"We know how it must seem, with the way our world is," Fleur picked up the explanation, taking Lavender's hand and planting a soft kiss on it. "But all things considered—"

"You don't need to explain yourself to anyone, Fleur," Harry said softly. He reached forward and took their joined hands, squeezing comfortingly. "You two deserve happiness after everything you've gone through. The last thing you deserve is being judged by people who have no right to say anything. If you two are happy with each other, then that's all that matters."

Both Fleur and Lavender smiled at him gratefully and with a final squeeze, Harry let go.

"I'm very happy for you two," he smiled. "And yeah, it's not surprising at all. You two share a very strong bond. Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

Fleur and Lavender exchanged a loving look with each other before they turned back to Harry.

"Thank you, 'Arry. It really means a lot."

Harry smiled. Fleur's accent had almost vanished over the years but some of it remained and he hoped it did. He loved the way she called his name, although he hoped she'd soon be calling it in a much different way.

"So… what's been up lately?" He asked before his voice took over a teasing tone. "Enjoying the delights of your new relationship, I assume?"

"Harry Potter, you dirty man!" Lavender mock-exclaimed, her eyes as wide as her grin. "No way we're telling you our bedroom secrets!"

"So there are secrets," he grinned. "Nice to know."

Both blondes shook their heads, mirth shining in their eyes.

"Enough about us. What about you, huh?" Lavender continued, leaning forward. "Which new bird you've got your eyes on now?"

Fleur chuckled, wrapping her arm around Lavender's shoulder as she pulled her back.

"Still on the lookout for one."

"Been too long, hasn't it?" Lavender teased. "You'll have to look for two at this rate to, you know, make up for the lost time."

Harry was quick on the uptake, leaning forward and grinning unabashedly, "Would you look at it? I've got two lovely ladies right here with me! What say, you two? Wanna get down to it?"

There was a moment of silence as they gazed at each other before all three let out chortles, laughing.

"You've changed so much it scares me sometimes," Lavender remarked after a few moments of laughter.

"Don't worry, Lav," Harry smirked. "I won't bite… unless you're into that stuff. Then it's all fair game."

The blonde merely shook her head as Fleur grinned.

"Enough teasing now," the veela interjected, smiling. "How's work, 'Arry?"

"Aw, we really have to talk about that stuff?" He groaned. "This is much more fun."

Fleur merely gazed at him with an amused look on her face and Harry sighed.

"Fine. Everything's normal. Paperwork's a bitch, the job is boring most of the time, most of the Death Eaters and their chumps are either dead or chucked off in Azkaban—"

"Looks like Director Potter's been a very efficient director of the DMLE if crime's at an all time low and the job's so boring," Fleur chuckled.

"Hey, no director shit from you. Hearing it in public is enough."

"Still, it's good that there's not much happening. The less job there is for the aurors, the better it is for the society. We all deserves some peace after the violence of the past few years," Lavender said darkly.

"I hear you," Harry sighed, gazing at the blonde. "But too much peace makes the public forget what it was like. They should never forget what they went through."

"And you've done a remarkable job reminding them of it all," Fleur said supportively, taking his hand. "The sessions you've been holding, those interviews… we've read them all. Believe me, Harry. You've kept the memories of the war alive in everyone's minds and they cannot forget about it, ever. Their lives are peaceful because of you and there is awareness because of you as well. It makes me so proud to see how much you've been doing for everyone and yet those ungrateful…"

Fleur trailed off, her lips set in a thin line, and Harry pursed his lips. He knew she was talking about Ron, Hermione, and Ginny – people he had believed he would find happiness with and those who had betrayed him in the worst way imaginable.

He saw them staring at him sadly and shook his head, smiling.

"Moving on…" Lavender said, trying to lift the mood. "I read that paper you published last month, Harry. It's going to revolutionize the market, that's for sure."

Harry smiled at the woman, silently thanking her for the much-needed change in the topic as Fleur brightened once again, smiling at him.

"Yeah," the veela nodded. "Who could've imagined there'd be a spell that could cure dark magic petrification? Now there'd be no need to use mandrakes for making that draught and it can be used for its original purpose."

Harry grinned. Having Voldemort's knowledge and memories was a massive advantage he had on his side. The bastard had created a dark petrification spell to put his enemies down just like an indirect gaze of a basilisk could do, not that the bastard knew it. All it needed was the counter he had developed and now Harry had a perfect spell to release in the market that had bolstered his fame and renown to further heights.

"Well, I remembered what happened back when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and how students were petrified for almost the entire year. It needed a better and quick solution."

"That it did," Lavender agreed. "Thanks to you, things will never be so bad ever again."

Harry merely smiled.

-Break-

It was a few hours after Harry left Fleur and Lavender on their own.

Lavender sat at the table, biting on the feather end of the quill she was holding as she read a sheet of parchment in front of her.

"Another mistake. I'm honestly at a loss with this girl here. How many times does she need the same explanation?" She muttered, jotting down a 'D' on top and sliding it to the side.

Fleur walked behind the woman and began to gently massage her shoulders.

"You're too tense," she said softly as Lavender moaned, tilting her head to the side so that her girlfriend had more access. Fleur smirked and helped herself to more exposed skin, massaging gently. "I remember you telling me how you got a few D's in your time here as well."

"Well, yeah. I was one big idiot," Lavender chuckled, reminiscing her time as a student. "But things happened that forced me to change. None of these students should ever have to go through what we did."

Fleur sighed with a nod. "Yeah, they should not. But you should not keep working even on an off day."

She pulled off the pin holding her bun in place and smirked as her hair fell all over her back. Pushing her hair to the side, Fleur leaned closer and began to kiss along the side of her girlfriend's neck, earning a soft sigh from her.

"Fleur…" Lavender moaned as the quill was pulled out of her hand and gently placed on the table.

She let out another loud moan as her girlfriend reached into her robes and pushed her bra down, grabbing hold of her large breasts and starting to squeeze.

"Come," Fleur said softly and Lavender could not deny even if she wanted to. She stepped out of the chair and allowed Fleur to lead her over to their bed. The two buxom blondes fell on the bed, arms wrapped around each other as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

They held each other close as their mouth got more urgent, their tongues dueling languidly as Fleur rolled them over so that she was on top. Leaning back, the beautiful veela gazed at her girlfriend, breathing heavily.

She smirked and reached down, pulling her robe open.

"And you did what we agreed to," she grinned at the sight of her barely clothed form. As previously agreed, they had worn only their lingerie sets under their witches' robes. She gazed at her girlfriend's exposed tits, her red bra pulled under them.

Lavender's response was to pull Fleur's robes off her, leaving her clad in only her frilly blue bra and knickers as well.

"Merlin, you are one sexy witch," Lavender complimented. "I never thought I'd ever be jealous of another witch's knockers but yours are something else."

Fleur chuckled. "Your tits are nothing to scoff at either, mon amour."

She gazed at Lavender's creamy globes topped by hard pink nipples and the swollen areola. Her hand gently reached down and caressed her tits, feeling the softness, the heat, and the weight of those silky smooth mounds in her grasp. She reached behind Lavender and unsnapped her bra, pulled the straps off her shoulders, and threw it on the floor. Reaching down, she grabbed the waistband of her lacy red thong and Lavender readily raised her hips, allowing her to pull her thong off. Naked, Lavender spread her legs and gave her girlfriend a saucy grin.

Fleur grinned and softly stroked her girlfriend's slit with the back of her middle finger, earning a soft intake of breath from her. With her free hand, she lifted her thong to her nose and took a long whiff.

"Your smell is so arousing," she whispered. She inhaled deeply a few more times before throwing it away.

Lavender reached up and took Fleur's bra off, freeing up her large mounds that jutted out proudly from her chest, dangling right in front of her face and she could not help but lean upward and take one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking readily.

"Oui," Fleur moaned.

Lavender lifted her hands and grabbed both of her girlfriend's tits. She started to alternate between the two, sucking and licking all over her creamy mounds.

Fleur was not one to remain passive and the finger rubbing over her slit straightened. She slid it in and started flicking her finger between the woman's hot, wet folds.

"Ah Morgana. That feels nice. That feels so nice," Lavender moaned against Fleur's tits.

Fleur parted her folds with another finger and slid it inside her as well, slowly moving her hand back and forth, fucking her twat with her fingers as if it was a dick that was repeatedly plunging inside her. She had her head thrown back in pleasure as her girlfriend played with her tits.

"Fleur," Lavender gasped, pulling off her tits and Fleur looked down to see her girlfriend's wide eyes gazing at her. "Around and on top, love."

Fleur grinned and quickly obliged. She turned around and swung her leg over her girlfriend's face, straddling it and Lavender wasted no time in taking her knickers off. A loud moan escaped Fleur when Lavender's lips eagerly latched on to her lower lips.

Fleur lowered herself on top of her, mashing up their massive tits against each other's bellies. She kissed the smooth, creamy inner thigh of her girlfriend and moved upward until her face was right in front of her completely exposed pussy.

Just as she had done with her thong, she took a long whiff and let out a wanting sigh. Her hands pushed Lavender's thighs further apart and she watched how her dripping labia became even more pronounced, pulsing red.

She let out another moan as Lavender ate her out and knew she had to return the favor. She stuck her tongue out and probed her girlfriend's slit, loving how she tasted.

The two lovers grew more fervent and aggressive as they pleasured each other and in no time, they had their tongues spreading each other's pussies, probing as deeply as they could. They were writhing, thrusting each other's pussies against each other's mouths and their hands quickly joined in, grabbing the other's rear and fondling enthusiastically.

In no time, their mouths had latched on the other's clit and they gently nipped with their lips and sucked eagerly.

Loud moans escaped both women as they pleasured each other, driving themselves to their respective climaxes. As if reading the other's mind, they both sucked their fingers and pushed them inside each other, fondling their arses with one and fingering with the other.

"You're acting very different today," Lavender remarked, moaning as they kept pushing their fingers back and forth inside each other.

"Me? What about you? Don't think I missed anything, my dear Lav," Fleur said with a grin.

"Can you blame me? We might have found each other but that doesn't mean we're lesbians," Lavender moaned. There was no need to hide anything. "Ah fuck. He's become a snack, hasn't he?"

"Hah. You noticed today?" Fleur chuckled.

"So you've been thinking about it for a while now, eh? You silly bitch!" Lavender replied, gasping as her girlfriend flicked her clit with her thumb, still fingering her. She could feel her climax approaching and she intensified her ministrations, playing with Fleur's clit as well.

Fleur gasped at the sensation and she grinned filthily against her girlfriend's cunt.

"Can you think of anyone other man you could have been with if we hadn't found each other?" She asked, shivering slightly. "'Arry's one hell of a catch, and not just because he's powerful and all else. He's one of the best people I know, definitely the one who cares the most, especially for people he is close to. You already know how unfair it all has been for him."

"Ginny is really a bitch for doing that to him. Ron and Hermione too," Lavender agreed.

"Let's make a promise, Lav," Fleur said against her girlfriend's pussy, licking off her orgasmic juices. "If it becomes possible, we'll welcome 'Arry in our relationship with both of us. We'll share him and each other with him."

Lavender closed her eyes, envisioning it was Harry's cock and not Fleur's fingers that were plunging deep inside her and a loud cry tore out of her throat as she convulsed over her girlfriend's fingers, the thought too stimulating. Her body shook and her fingers moved erratically, forcing Fleur to cry out as her orgasm washed over as well.

Together, the two lovers came, their pussies occupied with each other's fingers but their thoughts dominated by a certain emerald-eyed wizard who they both found attractive beyond measure.

Minutes passed as they came down from their orgasmic highs and they lay in their bed with their arms wrapped around each other, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly.

"What do you say? Do you agree?" Fleur asked, caressing her girlfriend's naked back as she held her close.

"We'll need someone if we want to be mothers one day," Lavender said softly. "I can think of no one better to be our partner."

Fleur's eyes softened and she leaned closer. The lovers kissed each other tenderly, a mutual understanding forming between them.

-Break-

High up in the castle on the seventh floor inside the Room of Requirement, an amused Harry stared at the massive screen with a triumphant grin as he gazed at the pair of naked witches sensuously making out, their faces smeared with each other's juices and their cunts pulsing red.

He had his sights set on those two but he'd never known they were attracted to him as well, and not just physically.

It played perfectly into his plans and he was excited to pursue them. However, he did not want things to be easy for them either. They had admitted that they wanted him but if they did, then they had to work for it.

There was something that gave him pause though. Harry stroked his jaw as he thought about it. They wanted him to be involved with them romantically – something he was not keen on at all. He had grand visions and getting saddled with an exclusive relationship was firmly against his plans.

He had no qualms about being with them, but only on his terms. They could agree to those terms, or he would one day make them. After all, what he wanted, he took.

He willed the room to vanish the screen and sighed as he felt his cock throbbing in his trousers. It was not surprising that he was aroused after watching the erotic show that Fleur and Lavender had put on. He spied the tent in his pants and his eyes fell on his golden mark. He smirked when it pulsed brightly.

Pansy had been pestering him for it ever since she had watched him do it with Narcissa. Perhaps he would humor his slut tonight.

The room conjured a fireplace for him and Harry walked over. Seconds later, he vanished from Hogwarts in a swirl of emerald flames.

Pansy better be grateful for having a benevolent lord like him.

TBC.

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