To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 18

Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.

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Chapter 18: The Ball Part 1

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There were several things in his life Harry swore never to take for granted. Number 1 was and always will be his friends. Their unwavering support was one of the very few reasons he was still alive to this day. Without them, Harry very much doubted he would’ve made it past his first year. Which led him to item Number 2, the fact that he was indeed very much still alive. The fact that he technically ‘died’ that day in the Forbidden Forest only helped to put things into perspective for Harry. He gained a clarity not many other wizards had–a sudden and intense appreciation for the time he was granted on this Earth.

It was an appreciation that Voldemort lacked, or perhaps simply valued far too much? Mortality was what the man had feared most of all. Voldemort could not see life as the gift it was, for he believed it was an inherent right. Death was his true enemy, not Harry, but in his quest for immortality, Voldemort created the very tool of his destruction. Harry would not make the same mistake. He would cherish the days spent without war, without the weight of a prophecy on his shoulders, and without fear of what came next.

Then, of course, there was everything he’s gained in the last year. He still could hardly fathom it, the love he found with the girls. It was unconventional, yes, and what he had with some of the girls could hardly be called love. Isabella was, after all, a bitch. But it was more than he’s ever had before. He wondered sometimes if this was what it was like to have a family of his own?

Harry’s ponderings were very abruptly cut short as Luna suddenly let out a strangled squeak and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. The silvery-haired blonde trembled as she came around him, her muffled whimpers of climax drowned out by the cacophony of moans that filled the room.

…And that brought him to his final point: How bloody lucky he was to have so many drop-dead gorgeous witches ready to serve him in all manner of kinky ways.

Luna was quickly replaced by Flora. The silent Carrow twin wasted no time in lining his stiffened cock up with her entrance. Flora was quite thin, and without her normal heels, stood a good four inches shorter than him. Her breasts, while small, looked fitting on her slender frame. They were also very perky, jutting from her chest and capped with light pink, puffy nipples. Every movement she made, no matter how small, caused them to bounce and jiggle enticingly on her chest.

Rubbing his thumb in small circles around her clit, Harry guided the petite vixen down onto his pulsating shaft. Flora’s mouth flew open in a silent moan. The brunette threw her head back, her slender breasts heaving as her impossibly tight lower lips were split apart.

Harry studied every inch of Flora as she took in more of his cock. Just past the halfway point, Flora began gasping and bucking her hips, throwing her head back even more as she succumbed to the pleasure. Harry marvelled at the sight, drinking in the delicate beauty of her freckled face, flushed from arousal and pleasure as she began to rock her hips up and down. His eyes trailed lower, pausing only briefly on the pale thin scar that descended from her right jaw diagonally across her throat. A gift from their uncle, Hestia explained to him once, when Flora had dared to voice her objections about their treatment of first-years back when he, Ron, and Hermione had been on the run. It had cost Flora her voice, but Hestia was quick to explain that Flora didn’t regret her actions. Something that made Harry admire the twins all the more.

His thoughts were interrupted once more, this time by Flora crashing her lips against his in a searing kiss. He gripped both of Flora’s thin hips firmly, his large hands wrapping around her easily, and held her in place. It was an incredible sensation as he dragged his length back out of her grasping folds. She whimpered against his lips and trembled, her entire body shaking as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. With just his head trapped inside of her, Harry paused, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Her walls fluttered around him, as if trying desperately to suck him back in. After a brief moment, he obliged and speared her with a powerful thrust.

Flora’s walls clamped down around him almost instantly. The grip of her pussy was almost painful. He could do nothing but keep moving his his, fighting to pull free from Flora’s strangling folds as the quiet girl came around him.

Thankfully, her orgasm became too much for the witch to handle. Flora fell to the side bonelessly, clutching her quivering pussy as she moaned silently into Daphne’s couch.

“Mmm~ I think you broke her, my lord.” Hestia giggled as she reached down to slowly stroke his rigid length, still covered in her twin’s juices.

Harry didn’t bother with a verbal answer. Instead, he reached over and pulled Hestia atop his lap with a growl. The thin girl was just as light as her sister, meaning it was no difficult feat to sit her firmly down on his lap with her back to him. Hestia giggled and threw him a smouldering look over her shoulder. With his cock trapped firmly between the petite girl’s arsecheeks, Hestia began to slowly grind her hips back and forth, massaging his throbbing length between her two bubbly buns.

“Are you going to break me now, my lord?” Hestia crooned. “Are you going to stretch my little pussy with your big cock and make me scream? Mmm~ I bet you love watching us tremble around your throbbing cock, don’t you?”

Harry growled and smacked his hand hard against Hestia’s right arsecheek. The pixie-haired witch gasped, her hips faltering for just a moment as she cooed in arousal.

“Fuuuuckkk yes! Spank me, my lord~ Slap my arse hard and prove that I’m yours!” As she spoke, she raised her arse higher into the air, giving Harry his first real look as her weeping folds. Not wishing to disappoint, Harry raised his hand and brought down one, two, three consecutive blows against Hestia’s bum. Each slap earned him another moan of approval until the brunette threw her head back and kissed him hard. Harry used this as his chance to glide his hands up the smaller girl’s chest, finding her petite breasts easily and giving them a firm squeeze. Hestia whimpered into his mouth and responded by reached down to press the head of hick cock up with her damp slit.

Together, they groaned in pleasure as Harry entered her with a single, slow thrust. He allowed her a moment or two to adjust before he pulled back and ploughed into her once more.

Hooking his arms under her legs, Hestia was folded in half as her knees pressed against her chest. With her entire body pinned to the against his chest by his arms, Harry was able to hold her in place as he drew his cock back. He slammed into her once more, repeating the process over and over again while Hestia screamed.

A hitch of breath drew his attention to the side where Daphne was moaning softly as Luna drove her tongue into her fellow blonde’s folds. Her crystal blue eyes watched him with rapt attention as he fucked Hestia into a screaming mess. His cock throbbed with excitement as Daphne stared with such awe in her eyes. 

Soon enough he could feel his peak nearing, and by the growing look of pleasure on Daphne’s face, so was her’s. Looking Daphne deep in her eyes, Harry reached up and gave Hestia’s nipples a single hard pinch, setting the petite witch off into a screaming climax.

He watched as Daphne broke, her arousal at the sight and Luna’s tongue proving too much as she came undone all over the younger blonde’s mouth. It was only then that Harry allowed himself release, slamming deep inside Hestia’s weeping cunt and cumming with a strangled groan.

The room grew silent aside from the ragged breaths from each occupant within. Hestia groaned as she pulled off him, her fingers moving to rub at her used cunt while his cum dripped from her folds. Flora shuffled up next to her, pulling the brunette close as she added her own fingers to the mix.

On his other side, Daphne slid off of Luna’s face and crawled over, taking his face into her hands in a sensual, loving kiss.

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Two Weeks Later

“How did I let you talk me into this?” Harry growled as he adjusted his tie.

Daphne hummed and finished clasping an expensive emerald brooch around her neck. “I’m very persuasive.” She said offhandedly. From her left, Pansy snorted as the girl finished applying her eyeliner.

“I believe that's code for ‘she sucked your cock’, my lord.” The brunette muttered.

Harry scowled and smacked the former Slytherin witch on the arse, causing her to jump with a squeak.

Daphne laughed lightly at the two before turning away from the large vanity they all stood before. “Technically, that was Luna.” She said as she stepped from the bathroom and into her old bedroom. Greengrass Manor, while not as grand or as exquisite as many others in Britain, was still quite the monolith to behold.

The marble walls and polished ebony oak floors accentuated the expensive tastes of an ancestor long passed. The art lining the halls and ballroom showed off her extensive family history, one that would continue thanks to Harry dealing with the Notts.

Perhaps one day he would help her family line continue even further. After all, as the future Lady Greengrass, she would need an heir.

She shook those thoughts from her head, ignoring how…excited that idea made her. Thankfully, a knock sounded at her door to help with that.

“Come in!” She called.

The door opened a crack, and Hestia’s head popped in. “Guests are starting to arrive. You three almost ready?”

Daphne nodded, pointedly ignoring the small giggles coming from the bathroom along with the occasional small moan. “Almost. Are the representatives here?”

They had chosen to use the ball to further gain public attention by collecting charitable donations for many of the non-profit organisations that cared for those displaced by the war. Children, the elderly, those infected by Greyback and his ilk, and even a few small family-owned businesses forced to close. It was a two-birds-one-stone situation. They gained a positive public reception while also aiding various good causes. Many of the old fools invited would donate in hopes of improving their image as well.

Hestia shook her head. “No, but it shouldn’t be very long now. I suppose Harry would like to speak to them first?” At Daphne’s nod, the girl replied with a smile. “Perfect, I’ll make sure to have photographers nearby as well. Ta!”

With that, the petite witch dashed off to finish preparing and no doubt harass more than a few guests.

Daphne turned, summoning her expanded handbag with nary a thought, and poked her head into the bathroom.

“C’mon we need to- Oh for Merlin’s sake!” She groaned.

Harry looked to her with a sheepish grin, while Pansy was far too busy biting back a moan as his cock pierced her cunt from behind, her hands clasped the sides of the sink in a white knuckle grip from where she was bent over the vanity.

“I wasn’t even gone for- Oh forget it! Five minutes! Then the pair of you better be downstairs and looking presentable!” She said with exasperation. With that she left in a huff, muttering curses of foolish men under her breath.

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Harry watched Daphne leave with a twinge of guilt, though the feel of Pansy’s cunt gripping his cock far outweighed any remorse in his mind.

Pansy whimpered and pressed her bum against him pleadingly. Her dress was hiked up far above her waist, showing off every inch of her gloriously fat arse. Harry groaned, his cock sinking even deeper into her folds.

“We don’t have much time. Daphne will have our heads if we’re late.” He murmured in her ear, palming her voluptuous ass appreciatively.

“Then you better fuck me as hard as you can!” Pansy gasped. 

Harry grunted in response. Gripping her hips, he pulled his hips back and slammed his cock into her dripping slit as hard as he could. There was no slow and steady build-up, no soft foreplay. Only the desperate hunger to pound her like a rutting animal.

Pansy arched her back with a deep moan. She whispered soft curses under her breath as her pussy trembled around him. Despite their hurried pace, Harry couldn’t help but stare at Pansy in the mirror. 

Once, she had been the pug-faced bully who occasionally harassed him throughout the halls of Hogwarts. Now, she was a refined beauty, with pouty red lips, a smooth heart-shaped face, and smoky eyes that stared back at him sexily. Her mouth was agape with ecstasy, the lids of her eyes half-hooded in lust. He could see her round tits, trapped within the confines of her dress, bounce with every ravage thrust.

Sometimes it was hard to wrap his head around it. The fact that many of the women in his life now were ones he once saw as some of his greatest enemies years ago was mind-boggling to tell the truth. More than the fact that they now served him in a magically binding oath. Narcissa, Pansy, Daphne, Astoria, Isabella, even Bellatrix fucking Lestrange for Merlin’s sake! Luna was the only one he was even friends with before out of all of them, and yet Narcissa (formerly) Malfoy was his unofficial, official, mistress.

Whatever deity’s sick sense of humour this was, Harry really wanted to thank them. Regardless if it was odd, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly fucking lucky. He wouldn’t trade any of the girls for the world.

His sentimental thoughts were shattered as Pansy suddenly clenched hard around him. Her body stiffened, and the brunette released a shuddering scream of pleasure. Harry groaned as her pussy quivered around him, her climaxing cunt doing all it could to milk him for his seed.

With a final slam of his hips forward, Harry drove his cock as deep as possible into Pansy’s climaxing quim and released. His cock pulsed it time with the brunette’s heavy twitches, erupting with jets of molten hot cum deep inside her cunt. Together, they let out twin sighs of contentment as their respective climaxes ebbed away.

“Was that you trying to persuade me as well?” He laughed a little breathlessly.

Pansy giggled and rocked her hips back and forth, forcing a groan of pleasure from his lips. “Maybe. Depends if that earned me that new handbag I mentioned earlier.”

“Perhaps. You can try to ‘persuade’ me some more after the ball if you really mean it.”

“Deal!”

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The ballroom of Greengrass Manor was filled to the brim. From political leaders to Quidditch Stars, to even goblins from Gringotts, everyone who was anyone was in attendance, eager to rub shoulders with each other.

Photographers milled around the edges of the room, snapping the occasional photo of various societal elites shaking hands and greeting one another.

When Harry finally stepped into the room, it was like thousands of tiny lumos spells all going off at once. The photographers went wild, snapping as many pictures of the Man-Who-Won as they could. No doubt Harry’s slightly annoyed expression would be plastered all over every tabloid and newspaper in Magical Britain by this time tomorrow.

He did his best to ignore the annoying buzzards. Instead, he turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. Familiar and unfamiliar faces alike dotted the populace. Some friends and many who were anything but. Still, it wouldn’t do to go about cursing many of the fools in attendance. He doubted Hestia and Flora would appreciate that, especially after going through all the trouble of arranging such an event.

“Ah Lord Potter!” Hestia said, as if summoned by his thoughts alone. “Wonderful for you to join us. May I introduce Madame Moretti of the International Lycan Care Foundation!”
Harry smiled warmly at the bronze-skinned woman. She smiled back, her full red lips curving into a small delicate grin while her amber eyes ran up and down his body pointedly. As if he were a juicy piece of meat and she a hungry lioness.

“Charmed Lord Potter. Call me Valerie, please” The woman said, extending her hand. Her voice purred with a light Italian accent, almost sultry in its sound. It seemed to be the woman's natural state. Much like Isabella, her form oozed sex, from her long legs, to her shapely hourglass figure, ending with a rather scandalous dip of her dress down the valley of her breasts.

He took her hand, recalling many of Narcissa’s etiquette lessons over the months, and brought it to his lips with a small kiss. “The pleasure is mine, Valerie. Your organisation means a great deal to me. One of my closest friends suffered from Lycanthropy and I know he would be proud of the work you’re doing.”

The curvaceous Italian smiled with a mouth full of white teeth. He couldn’t help but notice the way she leaned forward slightly, giving him a rather unobstructed view of her bountiful cleavage. 

“It is our hope to help all those who suffer from the curse. Our belief is that, while there may not yet be a cure, we can still do more to make the treatments for Lycanthropy widely available.” She spoke with an impassioned tone.

Harry nodded and gave the woman a thankful nod. “And you have my support while you do so.”

“Thank you Lord Potter. I do so look forward to…working with you.” She purred.

“Ahem” Hestia barged in between them, an icy smile on her face while her eyes bore into the Italian woman’s own. “Thank you, Madame Moretti. Apologies, but Lord Potter has other guests to greet as well. Please enjoy the rest of the ball.”

The brunette then turned and hooked him by the arm, pulling him away before the woman could get another word in edgewise.

“She was…”

“Practically throwing herself at you, yes.” Hestia said with a roll of her eyes.

“That’s one way to put it. Please don’t tell me that’ll be a common theme tonight?” He asked pleadingly. While the woman was certainly beautiful, it was still unnerving to be stared at in such a way. Complete strangers flirting with him was not his idea of a fun night.

“Hmm, no promises. You are, after all, the most eligible bachelor in Britain. Though I suppose bachelor is stretching the truth more than a bit.” Hestia said with a small laugh, pointing at the small forest green choker around her neck.

Harry rolled his eyes with amusement and turned his attention to the next charitable representative.

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“This is going well, don’t you agree?” Daphne turned to Flora with a raised brow.

Flora smiled and nodded, her eyes flicking around the crowd with a professional attentiveness. While Hestia was the ‘face’ of the duo, meaning she did all of the talking and ‘selling’ of their clients, Flora was their background enforcer so to speak. The one who put out any fires that popped up on occasion. Tonight, she was on the prowl for anyone who’d dare try to cause a scene. Party crashers were rare but never unlikely.

“I still think Narcissa should have come. Even if her attendance may have caused some…tension between the lighter families, she is still an expert with political gatherings such as this.” Daphne commented idly.

Flora nodded, agreeing with the blonde’s point.

Daphne hummed to herself. She couldn’t begrudge Narcissa her decision to stay home. Tonight, Harry needed to appear independent and having the former Malfoy matron hovering over his shoulder the entire night would only show the opposite. Especially considering there were those who still believed Narcissa to be a blood purist. The older woman had made the decision to play it safe, content to allow her and Pansy to take the lead while she stayed home and ‘babysat the Italian bitch’ as she put it.

Daphne nearly pitied Isabella. The woman’s attitude had not improved much in the last couple of weeks and as such she still held Narcissa’s intense ire. The buxom bronze-skinned woman deserved it though in Daphne’s opinion. She was, after all, a major bitch.

Like she said, she nearly pitied the woman.

Suddenly, Daphne felt a tap on her arm. Turning her head, she was greeted by Flora’s abnormally serious face. The short brunette tilted her head forward, gesturing towards the centre of the room. 

Standing amongst the crowd was none other than Lord Archibald Selwyn. The grey-haired gentleman was standing poised with a champagne flute in one hand while politely shaking the hand of another Wizengamot lord, one of the neutral faction members, to be more precise.

“That could be a problem,” Daphne muttered. Beside her, Flora nodded with narrowed-set eyes.

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“... it's preposterous I tell you! Some upstart boy thinks he can swan about tearing down thousands of years of our beloved institution simply because he threw a few spells at some psychotic hooligan?!”

“Oh yes Lord Stefford, completely unreasonable. Should we all follow your example then and roll over to every ‘psychotic hooligan’, as you put it, that comes our way?” Daphne said with a sickly sweet tone.

The older brown-haired man jumped slightly at her arrival. “Miss Greengrass I did not see you there! I-I was merely telling Lord Selwyn that Lord Potter’s new bill seems a little- er- too ambitious.”
“Yes I suppose it would be too ambitious for a man like you. After all, the only bill your family has ever presented in the last three generations was one that raised import tariffs on brass candle fixtures. Tell me, Lord Stefford, what is it that your family business manufactures again?”

“I- Well, I- Lord Selwyn?” The man stammered, his moustache twitching nervously as he glanced towards the older Lord.

“I do believe Miss Greengrass has a point, Hubert,” Selwyn said with a raised brow. “While Lord Potter’s bill certainly is ambitious, as you say, I for one believe the Wizengamot could do with a little more ambition. As a proud Slytherin alum, I find it to be a most redeeming quality, don’t you think, Miss Greengrass?”

Daphne smiled politely at the name, the icy mask slipping into place effortlessly. “Why yes, Lord Selwyn. If a fraction of the Wizengamot had Lord Potter’s ambition- Well, then perhaps ‘hooligans’ such as Tom Riddle would never rise to power.” She hummed, pointedly looking towards the nervously shaking Lord Stefford.

Lord Selwyn’s lips quirked ever-so-slightly upward at her remark. “Indeed. Perhaps we can discuss Lord Potter’s ambitions a bit more in-depth some other time? Perhaps with Lord Potter himself over dinner?”

Daphne peered at the man, searching for any sort of ulterior motive under his mask of stoic geniality. Finding none, Daphne nodded and smiled. “I shall relay your invite to Lord Potter. Enjoy the ball, Lord Selwyn. Lord Stefford.” She dismissed with an icy glare towards the latter.

She turned to walk away, intent on finding Harry and warning him of Selwyn’s presence. 

Weaving around the dancing couples and chattering groups, Daphne made a beeline straight towards Harry. He was speaking stiffly to some lord or another. She wasn’t sure who, or if they were even a lord at all. Regardless, she wound her arm around Harry’s tightly, effectively getting Harry’s attention while simultaneously cutting the individual off mid-sentence.

“Apologies for the interruption, I’m afraid I must borrow Lord Potter for a moment.” She said graciously, pulling Harry along by the arm without giving the man so much as a chance to say farewell.

“Daph’ what are you-”

She shushed him, looking around quickly before pulling him out through the garden exit. There were few people outside. Most were still busy kissing each other’s arse in the main ballroom and had yet to venture out to the large expanse of hedges and flower bushes that comprised her family estate.

Soon enough, she found a suitable private corner through the hedges.

“Well, this is familiar…” Harry muttered behind her, staring pointedly at the small bench near her mother’s prized marble fountain.

“What?” She asked, puzzled.

Harry shook his head. “Ask your sister. What’s this about? You told me I couldn’t sneak off, and yet now you’re dragging me away yourself!”

“Oh hush.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “I needed to speak to you privately. Selwyn is here.”
Harry straightened up immediately. “Thought you said he wouldn’t show?”
“Well, obviously I was wrong!” She huffed and crossed her arms. “I approached him. He seems to be playing nice. Though he was chatting up a representative from the neutral faction, no one of consequence, but Flora will keep an eye on him in case he speaks to anymore…influential members.”

“You think he’s trying to build an opposition against us?” Harry asked.

Daphne shook her head. “No, he’d be an idiot to do so openly at least. Besides, he has no choice but to vote for our bill, thanks to the oath. No one would join him knowing that he’d be forced to vote for it regardless.” She sighed. “I think he’s more than likely gathering support in general. What for? Well, that’s anyone's guess.”

“Then we either hope Flora can catch something or we’re back at square one.” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Hopefully, that’s the worst that comes out of tonight.”
“There is another thing… Selwyn wants to have a conversation with you…over dinner.” Daphne said slowly.

“Great, so not only does he crash my party, he dares to ask me out on a date.” He sighed exaggeratedly. “This Lord stuff isn’t as fun as I thought.”
Daphne giggled and wrapped her arm around his. “Aw cheer up. At least tonight, you get to go home with a certain sexy blonde wrapped around you.” She said with a smirk.

Harry smirked back, pulling her close with a hand firmly against the small of her back. “That is definitely a plus.” He pressed his lips against hers in a heated, yet chaste kiss. Daphne’s lips tingled by the time he pulled back and she couldn’t help but moan with disappointment. “C’mon, we should probably head back before we’re missed.”

Before they could take more than a few steps, however, the familiar visage of Hestia Carrow came barreling around the corner. 

“Hes’?” Daphne asked as she spotted the concerned look her friend sported. “What’s wrong?”

“We have a problem.” The brunette said seriously. “You need to get to the manor now.”

Harry stepped forward cautiously. “What happened?”

“Theodore Nott is here…and he brought a friend.”

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Author’s Note

Some changes here and there with more to come soon!

Thanks for reading!