This chapter has an R-19 scene.
Chapter 29 (~12K words):
– Sona –
Sona stood in silence, her breath misting gently in the chill air of the subterranean cavern. The enormous chamber was eerily quiet now, save for the occasional sound of dripping water and the subtle shifting of rubble. Her gaze traveled slowly around the darkened space, taking in the sheer devastation she and Serafall had wrought in mere minutes. Thousands of goblin bodies lay strewn across the rough stone floor, sprawled out in grotesque positions, their lifeless eyes frozen in wide-eyed terror.
At the very heart of it all stood the shattered remains of Ragnuk the Tenth, former Goblin King. His golden armor had lost all its luster, now cracked and twisted grotesquely around his rigid, ice-encased corpse. Even in death, his sneering face held the arrogant look of entitlement that had doomed him and half of his kin.
…A bit earlier…
Sona and Serafall marched confidently up the broad marble steps of Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley. Sona walked beside her elder sister, quietly observing their surroundings as they approached the entrance.
She could feel the eyes of nearby witches and wizards watching them curiously. Sona adjusted the neat folds of her dark-blue robes that carried the Sitri family crest embroidered prominently across her left breast.
Next to her, Serafall was wearing her formal armor. It was rare to see her older sister dressed in armor rather than her usual magical girl costumes. The change emphasized to Sona exactly how serious this situation had become.
She felt a clear sense of purpose and resolve, understanding fully the severity of what they were about to do. As a Sitri, Sona had grown up with her mother Selene's guidance—a woman who ruled her family's businesses ruthlessly, controlling a vast network of assets across the Underworld. She had also learned much from Serafall herself, who, as the Maou Leviathan, managed the foreign relations of their entire race. The expectations placed upon Sona were always high, but this was something she had to do—both as a daughter of the Sitri family and as Harry's future fiancée.
Even though Sona's engagement to Harry had yet to be publicly announced like his engagement to Rias had, her grandmother Selene and her sister Serafall had both encouraged her to begin taking responsibility as Harry's intended partner. Sona appreciated their confidence in her, and she was determined not to let them down.
As they neared the entrance doors, Sona and Serafall were confronted by a small group of goblin guards standing watch outside the bank's massive bronze doors. The goblins wore polished silver armor engraved with protective enchantments and held long spears tipped with sharpened steel points. Their small, dark eyes narrowed suspiciously at the two devils as they approached.
"Halt!" barked the largest goblin at the entrance, stepping aggressively forward to block their way. His harsh voice echoed slightly off the marble pillars framing the doors. "State your business immediately. Gringotts Bank is in operation, and we have no scheduled visitors from your kind."
Without slowing down or bothering to answer, Serafall raised her boot and forcefully kicked the heavy doors inward. The thick bronze doors crashed loudly against the inner walls of the entrance hall, causing a deafening clang that echoed sharply across the bank's interior. Several witches and wizards who had been peacefully conducting their business inside jumped in surprise, their eyes widening in alarm at the sudden commotion.
"You—stop immediately!" the goblin guard demanded angrily, leveling his spear toward Serafall's armored chest. Two other guards quickly flanked him, raising their weapons aggressively as they began to shout angry commands.
Sona lifted the fake wand she always carried as part of her Hogwarts disguise and pointed it calmly at the guards. She allowed her demonic magic to flow freely from her fingertips, immediately enveloping the goblins in clear blue ice. The guards froze in place, their bodies becoming instantly rigid as the ice rapidly covered them completely, trapping them in position with spears still held aloft.
Ignoring the stunned reactions of the bank patrons and tellers around them, Serafall strode confidently forward into the lobby. Her clear, commanding voice easily reached every corner of the large room as she made her announcement.
"Attention, everyone," Serafall declared loudly, her tone authoritative and calm. "The bank is now officially closed for renovations. You are all required to leave at once. There will be no exceptions!"
Many of the witches and wizards inside hesitated uncertainly, clearly confused and uncertain about whether this was some official Ministry action or an unexpected takeover. Several glanced nervously at the goblin bank tellers, who stood glaring fiercely at Serafall and Sona with growing hostility.
To emphasize her point, Serafall released a fraction of her immense magical aura into the room. The pressure of her raw demonic power became tangible, thickening the air heavily and sending chills down the spines of every person present. A moment later, understanding exactly how dangerous their situation had become, the witches and wizards began hastily gathering their belongings and quickly headed toward the exit, avoiding eye contact with either devil.
Within minutes, the last of the humans had left the bank, leaving Sona and Serafall standing alone in the large marble lobby, facing a semicircle of furious-looking goblin bankers and heavily armored guards who had gathered around them.
One goblin stepped forward from behind the teller desks, clearly the highest-ranking official present. He wore an ornate gold-trimmed jacket indicating his senior position, and his expression was dark with barely-contained anger.
"You dare enter Gringotts Bank uninvited and threaten our employees and patrons?" he snapped angrily, baring his sharp teeth as he glared fiercely at the two devils. "I demand you identify yourselves immediately and explain your outrageous behavior before the full weight of goblin law and justice descends upon you both."
"My name is Sona Sitri, heiress of the Sitri Clan which I am sure you are all familiar with. Standing beside me is my elder sister, Serafall Leviathan, Satan Leviathan and official representative of all devils in diplomatic affairs!" Sona paused briefly to let that information sink in. The goblin official's angry expression briefly flickered into surprise and unease before returning to its earlier stubborn defiance. "Regarding our behavior," Sona continued coldly, her voice steady and unwavering, "I believe your king and council are already fully aware of the reason for our visit. The goblin nation authorized a deliberate and deadly attack against devil citizens residing peacefully within Phenex territory. Many innocent devils died in the assault. Surely you did not imagine we would allow such aggression to go unanswered?"
Another goblin, shorter and even angrier than the first, stepped forward boldly, brandishing a curved silver dagger threateningly. "You have no authority here! Gringotts Bank is sovereign goblin territory, protected by international treaties. Withdraw immediately, or we shall—"
That goblin immediately exploded into chunks of blood and gore.
"No one points a weapon at my precious So-tan or Harry-kun and gets to live!" Serafall declared.
The rest of the goblins in the lobby cowed to their demands.
Sona maintained a composed expression as she walked alongside Serafall, following a small group of heavily armed goblin guards deeper into Gringotts Bank. As they passed through the bank's underground passageways, Sona discreetly studied her surroundings. The walls were carved directly into bedrock, solid stone reinforced by layers of ancient magic. Every twenty feet or so stood torch brackets, each holding glowing magical lights that illuminated their path. Although the air was cool, a noticeable humidity lingered in the tunnels, heavy and slightly damp against Sona's skin.
As they moved deeper, the tunnel began to widen significantly, opening into a massive subterranean chamber. Her eyes adjusted to the increased brightness as she took in the scale of what lay before them.
Thousands—no, possibly tens of thousands—of goblins filled the expansive underground city beneath Diagon Alley. Goblin families crowded in small stone dwellings built into the cavern walls; goblin merchants displayed goods within makeshift market stalls, their harsh, guttural language echoing sharply through the stone halls. Armed goblin soldiers stood at regular intervals, eyes carefully watching the two devils as they passed.
Sona felt Serafall shift slightly next to her. Her sister's eyes were narrowed, scanning the area thoroughly. Serafall leaned in slightly and whispered quietly enough so only Sona could hear, "The sheer number of goblins here is astonishing. It is far beyond what the wizard government would ever permit or imagine. Their ignorance is dangerous. This must be dealt with immediately."
Sona nodded discreetly, fully agreeing with Serafall's assessment. A goblin population this large beneath the heart of wizarding society represented a severe threat. Any organized uprising by the goblins here would easily overwhelm the local wizard authorities and spill innocent blood. As representatives of their own powerful race, it fell upon her and Serafall to handle the situation decisively and permanently.
Eventually, they arrived before an imposing structure at the far end of the vast chamber. It was constructed from heavy slabs of polished stone, intricately decorated with precious metals and embedded gems. A set of wide stairs rose sharply toward a raised platform at the top. Seated upon a large throne carved from obsidian sat the Goblin King himself, Ragnuk the Tenth.
Sona silently evaluated the goblin leader. King Ragnuk wore extravagant golden armor studded with precious jewels, and a thick cloak of fine fur draped dramatically across his small frame. His face was stern, arrogant, and clearly defiant as he openly glared down at the two devils below him.
Serafall, beside her, visibly stiffened, anger flashing clearly across her usually cheerful expression. Sona understood immediately. This goblin was the same Ragnuk whom Serafall had described to her as sniveling and pathetic mere weeks ago. Back then, according to Serafall, he had grovelled at her feet, begging desperately for permission to peacefully visit the ancestral graves of his people in the Underworld. But now, the goblin king sat boldly upon his throne, his lips curled into a sneer as if they were beneath him.
"You have quite a bit of nerve appearing before us again, Serafall Leviathan," Ragnuk declared loudly, his harsh voice echoing through the cavernous throne room. "Last time, we spoke as equals and agreed upon mutual respect between our people. Now, you dare break into our sovereign domain, slaughter our kin, and desecrate our sacred territory! You have blatantly violated the treaty we agreed upon."
Serafall took a deliberate step forward, standing straight and proud in her ceremonial Sitri armor, her blue eyes hardening with undisguised anger. "King Ragnuk, you seem to have a very short and selective memory," she responded coldly, her voice filled with quiet menace. "When we last spoke, you begged me humbly, claiming your people wished only to pay respects peacefully at ancestral tombs. You swore no aggression or malice would ever come from the goblin race again. And yet, mere days ago, your own subjects ambushed and brutally murdered innocent devils in Phenex territory. Dozens of innocent devils were slaughtered with holy-enchanted silver weapons. You broke the peace treaty yourself with this premeditated, murderous attack."
Ragnuk scoffed dismissively, waving one clawed hand in contempt. "Accusations without proof are meaningless! Those goblins acted entirely on their own accord. They were rogue criminals, nothing more! Do not pretend their misguided actions represent our race as a whole. Or are you suggesting I personally ordered such a foolish and suicidal attack?"
Serafall's expression darkened further, her lips pressing tightly together as she clearly fought to restrain her anger. Beside her, Sona stepped forward calmly, choosing her next words very carefully as she addressed the Goblin King directly.
"King Ragnuk," Sona stated evenly, her voice firm and controlled, "the goblins we interrogated confessed clearly and directly. They admitted, without hesitation, that their orders came from you personally, authorized directly by your own council. They confirmed your explicit intent. To test the resolve and strength of the devils and gauge our response. They died with your name on their lips."
Ragnuk's sneer quickly faded, replaced instantly by outrage and shock. He bolted upright from his throne, eyes wide and furious. "You lie!" he shouted angrily, pointing an accusing finger toward Sona. "You come here with baseless accusations against me, the Goblin King himself! I will not tolerate these insults and slander within my own kingdom! Not to mention, you've admitted to blatantly committing torture on your Goblin prisoners! Don't you know torture goes against the magical Geneva treaty!"
Sona and Serafall just turned to each other, exchanging angry and exasperated looks at the same time. Yep, her nee-san had been right that the goblins would try to play this off like humans would…
It was time to correct that…
– Lilja –
Lilja wasn't entirely sure how she found herself in this situation, standing so intimately close to Harry out in the quiet depths of the Forbidden Forest. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. She knew precisely how it had happened. After all, she had purposefully followed him out here, knowing he had come alone to practice his magic. It was hardly a coincidence, she had intentionally sought him out, though at the time she'd convinced herself it was merely out of curiosity.
She'd spent the past hour instructing Harry in proper swordsmanship. He had been practicing a form of magic that created a blade entirely out of condensed, high-pressure water. It was clear he had amazing magical talent—as expected of a half-devil, but equally clear he knew next to nothing about how to properly handle a sword. His swings had been awkward at first, lacking control and discipline, and it was her idea to step in and correct his stance directly.
Lilja knew exactly what she was doing, guiding him so closely and intimately. She repeatedly touched his arms, gripping his wrists gently but firmly as she adjusted his hands on the weapon. Her fingers traced slowly along the muscles of his forearms and shoulders, feeling how strong and well-defined they were beneath his robes. Each contact sent a sharp, pleasant thrill down her spine and directly between her thighs. She'd ignored it at first, pretending not to notice her body's reaction, focusing only on guiding Harry into the correct form.
Soon she moved to stand behind him, pressing her chest directly against his broad, solid back. Her breasts flattened pleasantly against his warm body, and her nipples immediately hardened beneath the thin fabric of her robes. She had wrapped her arms around him from behind, placing her palms firmly on his chest to guide his torso into proper alignment.
"You need to straighten your back more," she had murmured quietly into his ear, leaning in until her breath touched his skin. "Keep your shoulders relaxed but firm, Harry. Just like this."
Her heart pounded faster at their closeness. Lilja felt warmth flooding between her thighs, her panties becoming uncomfortably wet from the intense, persistent arousal building with each touch. Every time her body pressed against him, every time her fingertips slid along his chest or shoulders or hips, a strange electric sensation seemed to ignite inside her. It wasn't a vague sense of attraction. No, it was something sharp, powerful, and unmistakable. She had never experienced such a sensation before—not in her first life as Lily Potter, nor in her current life as Lilja Nornas. And certainly not toward anyone else she'd ever encountered.
After several repetitions, she had shifted her focus downward, her hands sliding firmly onto his hips. Her fingers tightened slightly against the muscles there, her thumbs pressing firmly into his lower back as she slowly guided him into the correct stance again. She swallowed, feeling his body heat beneath her touch, hearing the slight hitch in his breathing as he responded physically to their closeness.
"Keep your hips stable, Harry," she had instructed quietly. Her voice sounded unusually breathless even to her own ears. "Don't move them too much when you swing—maintain your balance and keep the motion smooth and steady."
"Got it," he'd responded simply, his own voice thick with tension.
They continued for several more repetitions until Harry's movements grew more confident, more fluid, more controlled. Finally, with a quiet sigh, he had lowered the blade and allowed the magic to fade, the watery sword dissolving harmlessly into the air. They stood silently together, facing one another, barely a foot separating them. The intensity of their lesson had left a noticeable flush on Harry's cheeks, and Lilja felt her own heart racing wildly inside her chest.
Without meaning to, Lilja glanced downward, immediately noticing the prominent bulge clearly visible beneath his robes. Her cheeks flushed deeply in response. A surge of heat intensified between her thighs, and she felt her already soaked panties grow even wetter. She forced her eyes upward again, her breath slightly uneven as she met Harry's gaze.
She swallowed nervously, unsettled by her body's powerful reaction. Why was she responding this way to him? She'd never felt such intense, unmistakable desire with any man she'd encountered before—not even James in her first life had made her feel this physically charged. And yet, now, standing this close to Harry—her son from her previous incarnation—she felt overwhelmed by desire, attraction, and an unmistakable hunger she couldn't explain or suppress.
Harry seemed to sense her hesitation and took a slow, deliberate step closer, closing the small gap between their bodies. Lilja's breath caught sharply as his arm slid confidently around her lower back, pulling her gently yet firmly against his chest.
"Thank you," Harry said quietly, his voice deep and filled with genuine appreciation. "That was an amazing lesson, Lilja. You're an incredibly skilled teacher—patient, precise, and thorough."
She let out a shaky breath, her heart hammering inside her chest at his closeness. Her body pressed intimately against him, her breasts flattened firmly against his chest. Her nipples hardened further beneath her thin robes, painfully sensitive and eager for more contact. It was clear from his firm grip around her lower back that Harry wasn't eager to pull away anytime soon.
Lilja cleared her throat softly, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous despite her previous experiences in life. She'd certainly known romance and attraction before, but for some reason, this particular moment was different. It wasn't like she was some blushing, inexperienced virgin—well, technically—she realized with a small internal wince, in this second life as Lilja Nornas, she actually was a virgin.
Perhaps that was partially responsible for her reaction, but even that seemed like an insufficient explanation.
Attempting to maintain her composure, she finally spoke, her voice emerging far shakier than she intended. "You're welcome, Harry. And you were an excellent student as well. You listened carefully and followed my instructions perfectly."
She hesitated briefly before continuing, deciding to simply speak honestly. "But I must admit... it's a little surprising. This whole time, teaching you, touching you—it's felt incredibly intense. It's almost as if something powerful and electric is happening every time we touch. Do you feel it too?"
Harry's eyes darkened noticeably at her words, his gaze suddenly more serious and intense as he stared down into her eyes. His hand pressed firmly against her lower back, pulling her even closer against his body until there was no longer any space between them. His hardness pressed directly against her lower belly through their clothing, and Lilja inhaled sharply, the sensation causing her thighs to tremble slightly.
"Yes," Harry finally admitted quietly, never breaking eye contact with her. "I feel exactly the same way. I've never experienced anything quite like this before either. I don't know why, but there's something about you, Lilja—something that draws me to you powerfully. It's unmistakable, undeniable. I've felt it since the moment I first saw you today."
Lilja swallowed hard, her heart racing faster at his words. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised one trembling hand and placed it gently against Harry's firm chest, feeling the rapid beat of his own heart beneath her palm. She lifted her chin slightly, gazing up into his face. They stood frozen for a long, intense moment, their eyes locked together.
– Harry –
And then Lilja surprised me with her strength, abruptly pushing herself out of my arms with both hands pressed firmly against my chest. The sudden absence of her warmth left me feeling oddly empty and disappointed. Her expression was complicated, a mix of regret, embarrassment, and hesitation, as she took a cautious step backwards, placing some physical distance between us.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Lilja said softly, her emerald-green eyes meeting mine carefully. Her voice was gentle but firm, and I could clearly sense the sincerity behind her words. "This is just… all moving so fast for me. I barely even know you yet, and my body is responding in ways I didn't expect. If we don't stop now, I'm afraid I'll end up doing something I can't take back."
I studied her expression, noting how deeply her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was uneven and rapid, and she glanced down briefly toward the forest floor, clearly uncomfortable with the intensity of our previous closeness.
Slowly, I nodded in understanding, despite how much I disliked her pulling away from me. "Of course, Lilja. You're right," I said carefully. "I didn't mean to push you or rush things along too quickly. I just got caught up in the moment—I've honestly never felt this kind of instant connection with someone else before."
Lilja looked back up at me, her expression softening a bit at my words. She seemed relieved that I had understood and respected her decision. "I know exactly what you mean," she admitted quietly. "That's why this scares me a little. It's rare to find such a powerful attraction instantly. It's new territory for me."
I smiled slightly at her honesty, taking another careful step closer, although still keeping a respectful distance between us. "Listen, Lilja," I began gently, "I don't want this to end awkwardly between us. Even if we slow things down, I'd still like to keep spending time with you. You're a fascinating woman, and there's something about you I can't seem to get enough of. I'd love the opportunity to just talk and get to know each other better."
Lilja blushed even deeper at my words, clearly pleased despite her obvious hesitation. Her lips curled upward into a soft, teasing smirk as she folded her arms lightly across her chest. "I'm sure you probably say that to all of the many women in your life, Harry Sitri," she responded lightly, raising one eyebrow at me in playful challenge.
I chuckled softly at her words, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. "Well, you're not exactly wrong," I admitted honestly. "There are quite a few women in my life, and certain ones just have a way of drawing me in completely. I can't deny that. But still—none of them have felt quite like this. Not this quickly or intensely. You're different, Lilja. And I genuinely want to figure out why."
Her expression softened again, and she regarded me thoughtfully for a long moment, considering my words carefully. After a brief pause, she finally nodded in acceptance. "Alright then," Lilja said softly, her voice warmer and more relaxed now. "If you're sincere about just spending more time getting to know each other better, I'd like that very much. But I think we should probably stop here for today. My emotions are still too heated to think straight."
I sighed quietly, disappointed but fully understanding her reasoning. "Of course," I agreed easily, offering her a reassuring smile. "We can take as much time as you need. How about we plan to spend some time together tomorrow, if you're willing?"
She smiled softly back at me, nodding again with visible relief. "Tomorrow sounds perfect, Harry. I'll look forward to it."
She turned slowly away from me, and I watched silently as she began walking gracefully back toward the direction of Hogwarts castle. My eyes involuntarily dropped lower, following the gentle sway of her full, rounded ass beneath the thin fabric of her robes. The rhythmic movement of her hips was hypnotic and extremely appealing, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight until she disappeared completely beyond the thick line of trees.
Once she was fully out of view, I exhaled deeply, running my fingers roughly through my short black hair. The tension inside my body remained painfully high. My cock was still uncomfortably stiff and throbbing beneath my robes, straining insistently against the fabric as if urging me to chase after her. With a quiet groan, I reached down and adjusted myself, attempting to relieve some of the immediate discomfort as I forced my thoughts away from Lilja's beautiful figure.
I walked slowly into the Gryffindor common room, glancing around casually. It wasn't very full, but that wasn't surprising since most students didn't come back here til after dinner. There were only a handful of students scattered about, quietly reading or chatting amongst themselves. My eyes continued to scan the room until they fell on a familiar flash of red hair.
I paused, momentarily startled at the sight. However, a second later I recognized that it wasn't Lilja—it was Ginny Weasley. She was sitting alone on one of the plush couches near the fireplace, leaning forward slightly with a thick charms textbook spread open in her lap. Her long red hair fell down her shoulders, and she looked slightly frustrated, chewing softly on the end of her quill.
I'd been flirting back and forth with Ginny for several weeks already. She was one of the human girls at Hogwarts who openly returned my interest, but for one reason or another, things hadn't progressed very far between us yet. Seeing her now, sitting there by herself, my thoughts turned toward how I'd left things unresolved with Lilja earlier in the Forbidden Forest.
I wasn't consciously looking for someone to fill that space, but I couldn't deny a small part of me was attracted to Ginny even more right now because of that earlier situation.
Deciding to act on that impulse, I moved toward her, my footsteps quiet on the thick carpet beneath me. Ginny didn't notice my approach at first. Her eyes remained firmly fixed on the book, and she sighed deeply in annoyance.
I stopped directly in front of her, smiling down at her patiently until she glanced up. Recognition immediately sparked in her eyes, and she smiled back warmly.
"Doing some studying, Ginny?" I asked her.
She closed her eyes briefly, letting out another exasperated sigh before looking back up at me. "Trying to, anyway," she admitted with clear frustration in her voice. "I almost flunked my last charms exam, and Professor Flitwick told me I have to do a make-up test tomorrow morning. If I don't pass, he'll owl my parents about it. Mum and Dad would go mental if they found out I failed something."
She leaned back into the couch cushions, tossing her quill onto the open pages of her textbook. Her brown eyes studied my face carefully, embarrassment coloring her cheeks lightly. "Honestly, Harry, I just don't understand why Charms even has written tests to begin with. It's supposed to be about spells, isn't it? I'm great at performing the practical spells—Professor Flitwick himself said I'm one of his top third-year students when it comes to actually casting magic. But writing all this theory and technical stuff down is just ridiculous."
I gave a sympathetic nod, fully understanding her frustration. After a moment of consideration, an idea began forming in my mind. Leaning slightly closer toward her, I lowered my voice to a softer, more intimate tone.
"You know, Ginny, maybe what you really need is some private tutoring," I suggested gently, offering her a warm, inviting smile. "It might help if you studied somewhere quieter, without distractions. My room is always available, and I could easily help you go through the study material step-by-step."
Ginny's eyes widened noticeably at my suggestion, and I saw her cheeks flush even deeper. Her mouth opened slightly as her breath hitched, and a surprised, excited expression spread openly across her face.
"Are you serious, Harry?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes searching mine for confirmation. Her voice had dropped slightly lower, becoming flirtatious. She leaned forward a little, clearly eager and hopeful.
"Absolutely, Ms. Weasley," I responded firmly, my smile growing slightly wider. "Of course, we can spend plenty of time studying Charms together—but perhaps we could start with a little exercise first? Studying goes better when you've burned off some excess energy, and I know a fantastic way for us both to stay in shape."
She stared at me for another second, her eyes sparkling mischievously, before she quickly closed her textbook and set it aside on the couch. Her expression turned openly excited and eager as she rose swiftly to her feet, standing right in front of me. She looked up into my face confidently.
"Fuck yes," Ginny said bluntly, her voice bold and decisive. "I've been waiting weeks for you to actually do something about all this flirting between us. It's about bloody time you made a real move, Harry."
Her words surprised me a bit—I'd known she was interested, but her confident, forward response was unexpectedly thrilling. Without another word, I extended my hand toward her. Ginny immediately placed her small, warm hand in mine, squeezing it lightly with clear excitement as I guided her away from the couches, across the common room, and up the staircase toward my private room.
The moment we entered, I quickly shut the door behind us, ensuring our privacy. Ginny glanced around curiously, openly admiring the comfortable furnishings, wide bed, and private fireplace. She turned back toward me, smiling in satisfaction.
"Your room is amazing," she complimented genuinely, stepping confidently closer until we stood face-to-face. Her eyes were bright with anticipation, and her breathing had already grown slightly faster with clear excitement. "I've imagined this moment happening so many times, Harry. You have no idea how long I've wanted you."
Her honest words made my pulse quicken, my body responding powerfully as I reached out and wrapped my arms firmly around her slim waist, pulling her close. "I think I have some idea," I told her quietly, my voice low and intense. "Because I've felt exactly the same way about you for quite some time now."
I leaned down, pressing my mouth firmly against hers. Ginny immediately responded, her lips parting eagerly beneath mine as our tongues met. She moaned softly into my mouth, sliding her arms up around my neck and pressing her body fully against me.
As we kissed deeply, I reached beneath Ginny's robes and firmly cupped her breasts, enjoying the way her skin felt warm and smooth in my hands. Her chest wasn't massive—certainly nothing compared to Rias, Fleur, or especially Serafall—but I appreciated the feel of her perky, athletic body all the same. Her figure was lean and tight, muscles subtly toned beneath my exploring fingers. She clearly took great care of herself, and it showed.
She moaned into my mouth as my other hand slipped lower, moving down her back and firmly gripping her toned ass above the thin material of her robes. I squeezed her cheeks, appreciating their firmness and shape. Ginny pressed herself even tighter against my chest, her arms wrapping around my neck to keep our lips sealed together. She tasted sweet and eager, her mouth opening wider, inviting my tongue to explore deeper inside her.
I pulled back slightly and moved my lips downwards, placing warm, deliberate kisses along the side of her slender neck. Ginny sighed loudly, tipping her head to the side, giving me better access as I continued kissing and gently biting her soft skin. My hands moved to the front of her robes and carefully opened them, pulling the top half down off her shoulders.
Her robes slid off smoothly, leaving her upper body bare in front of me. I took a moment to slowly admire her naked torso, noticing the faint dusting of freckles across her shoulders and upper chest. Her breasts were small and firm, her pink nipples already tight and sensitive from my touch. I leaned forward again, capturing one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly around the hardening peak. Ginny gasped softly, arching her back slightly toward my mouth.
"Yes… just like that, Harry," she breathed out in clear satisfaction. Her fingers slid into my hair, gently holding me close against her chest as I continued licking and sucking carefully. "I've waited so long for this. Merlin, this feels so bloody good."
"I'm glad you think so, Ginny," I responded quietly, lifting my mouth briefly from her breast before moving immediately to the other one, giving it equal attention. "I can tell how much you take care of yourself. Your body is incredible."
She chuckled breathlessly, stroking my hair encouragingly. "You damn well better appreciate it, Harry. Jasmine, Lavender, Parvati, and those other sluts are all going to be so jealous when they find out I got you first. They've all been talking about trying to get your attention for ages."
"I'm sure you'll enjoy rubbing it in their faces," I said with a small smirk, looking up into her flushed, smiling face as I slowly pulled the rest of her robes completely off. They dropped quietly to the floor, leaving Ginny standing in front of me in just a small pair of panties.
For a moment I paused, simply admiring her slender, athletic body. Her legs were lean and shapely, clearly defined from all the time she spent playing Quidditch. Her waist was slim, her stomach toned and smooth. I traced my eyes downward, lingering on the gentle swell of her hips and the thin cotton fabric of her panties, which hugged her pussy tightly.
Noticing my gaze, Ginny slowly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and tugged them downward, sliding them carefully down her thighs until they dropped softly onto the floor. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her fully naked body, openly admiring the neatly trimmed patch of ginger pubic hair visible between her toned legs.
"I love that the carpet matches the drapes," I said, my voice clearly appreciative. Ginny immediately blushed, her cheeks coloring deeper pink, but she looked pleased by my comment all the same. I stepped closer, brushing my fingertips lightly across her bare hip. "Ginny, you're even more beautiful than I'd imagined," I told her honestly, running my fingers lightly along her sides, feeling the subtle definition of her muscles beneath my touch. "I'm very glad we finally got to this point."
She laughed softly, sounding pleased by my words. "Damn right, I'm beautiful," she responded confidently, turning slowly away from me. She made sure I had a perfect view of her tight, round ass swaying back and forth enticingly as she moved.
My breathing grew heavier, my cock throbbing impatiently beneath the thin fabric of my boxers as she stopped beside my mattress.
Ginny placed both hands flat upon the bed, deliberately arching her back and sticking her perfect, firm ass out toward me. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes heavy with clear desire, and swayed her hips slowly from side to side, deliberately teasing me.
"Well, Harry?" she asked playfully, slowly swaying her hips from side to side in obvious invitation. "Are you just going to stand there staring at me all day, or are you planning to actually do something with me? I'm right here, waiting for you."
I stripped quickly, tossing aside my remaining clothing, standing fully naked behind her in just seconds. My cock was already fully erect, throbbing noticeably and standing stiffly upright, evidence of my strong desire for her.
Ginny glanced downward, eyes widening noticeably in surprise and excitement when she saw my cock clearly for the first time. "Wow," she murmured appreciatively, her voice sounding impressed and eager. "Merlin, Harry. I had heard rumors you were impressive, but seeing it for real… that's something else."
Feeling extremely aroused, I stepped forward until I was directly behind her, placing both hands firmly onto her toned ass cheeks. I squeezed gently, enjoying the way her firm flesh filled my palms. My fingers slowly traced along the curves of her hips, then slid upwards along her lower back, appreciating the smoothness of her skin.
I gently spread Ginny's firm, shapely ass cheeks apart with both hands, taking my time to truly appreciate every intimate detail she was offering. My eyes carefully traced the tight, inviting ring of her cute asshole before moving lower, drawn to the glistening pink lips of her pussy. She was already visibly aroused, moisture gathering between her folds, wetting her inner thighs as I lightly ran a finger along her slit.
Ginny gasped softly beneath my touch, a subtle shiver traveling along her slender back. Goosebumps appeared visibly across her flawless, lightly freckled skin, clear evidence of her intense excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness.
My voice was low and gentle as I leaned closer, pressing my cock firmly against her sensitive entrance but holding myself back from entering just yet. "Ginny," I murmured, sliding one hand lovingly along the curve of her hip, stroking the soft, sensitive skin there. "I want you to tell me exactly how you want this. Tell me what you've been fantasizing about since the first time you saw me. Don't be shy—I want every explicit detail."
She moaned softly at my words, arching her hips back insistently, clearly desperate for my cock. Her voice was breathy, almost pleading, as she finally spoke, openly admitting exactly what she wanted from me. "Merlin, Harry—I've dreamed about you every single night since you first visited my home. From the very first moment I saw you, all I could think about was feeling you inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I want you to take that thick, perfect cock and fuck me until I can't even walk straight afterward. I want you to claim me properly—I don't care if it hurts at first, or if anyone hears us. I just want you."
Her confession ignited a powerful fire deep within me, sending raw desire rushing swiftly through my veins. A primal possessiveness surged forward as I gripped her hips firmly, lining the thick head of my cock carefully against the dripping entrance of her tight pussy. I rubbed myself along her wet folds teasingly, coating myself thoroughly in her slick arousal.
"That's exactly what you're going to get, Ginny," I promised her confidently, my voice deep and filled with quiet authority. "I'm going to fuck you exactly as you deserve. Just remember—you asked for it."
I didn't give her another second to prepare herself. With one smooth, powerful thrust of my hips, I drove myself fully into Ginny's tight, untouched pussy, feeling her warm inner walls stretch tightly around the sudden invasion of my cock.
"Oww—fuck!" Ginny cried out sharply, her body arching dramatically beneath me as the intense sensation overwhelmed her. Her voice trembled slightly, clearly experiencing a mixture of pain and pleasure from my abrupt entry. I knew without a doubt that I'd just taken her virginity, feeling her body tremble beneath me in clear reaction.
I immediately paused, gripping her waist carefully, allowing her a brief moment to adjust. My voice grew concerned, despite my own overpowering lust. "Ginny, are you alright? I can stop for a second if—"
"No," she interrupted firmly, quickly regaining her confidence. Her voice was stubbornly insistent, even though I could hear the faint tremble still lingering in her words. "Don't you dare stop now, Harry Sitri. I want this—I need this. I told you exactly what I want. Fuck the shit out of me! Don't hold back, I want you to ruin me!"
Hearing her bold declaration made me grin widely in appreciation. I admired her determination and her willingness to fully embrace her desires.
"If that's truly what you want, Ginny," I responded approvingly, sliding one hand upward along her spine, caressing her soft skin gently even as I prepared myself to fulfill her wishes fully. "Then that's exactly what you're about to get. Brace yourself."
Holding tightly onto her hips, I withdrew slowly, enjoying the delicious friction of her inner walls gripping me tightly. Ginny whimpered at the slow withdrawal, clearly missing the fullness of my cock.
Without warning, I slammed back into her tight pussy, burying myself fully with a hard, forceful thrust.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Ginny moaned loudly beneath me, her voice filled with clear pleasure as the brief pain rapidly gave way to pure sensation. Her back arched even more dramatically, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Just like that—keep going, Harry!"
Encouraged by her response, I settled quickly into a powerful, steady rhythm, driving my hips forward with firm, confident strokes. Each thrust sent my cock plunging deeply into her eager pussy, spreading her inner walls wider around me and sending sharp spikes of pleasure surging powerfully through my entire body.
Ginny's moans grew louder and more uninhibited with each thrust, clearly enjoying herself immensely despite—or perhaps even because of—the roughness of our coupling. "Merlin, Harry, you're so fucking big!" she gasped breathlessly, her voice filled with awe and excitement. "I never imagined it could feel this good—this intense. Fuck, harder! Please!"
I eagerly complied, gripping her slim waist even tighter as I began fucking her pussy with even greater force, feeling the head of my cock pressing insistently against the entrance to her womb with every deep thrust. Her inner muscles gripped and squeezed around me tightly, eagerly encouraging my actions.
Sweat beaded along my forehead, running slowly down my face as I continued pounding relentlessly into Ginny's tight pussy. There was something primal and intoxicating about it, about being the first to take the virginity of a beautiful, wild redhead like her. The knowledge that I was the one claiming her, that she had saved herself for me, made my blood burn hotter in my veins.
Each time my cock sank deep into her tight, slick heat, I felt the possessiveness grow—this was mine.
My hands gripped Ginny's narrow waist firmly, fingers digging into her soft skin as I slammed into her harder, my hips colliding with the curve of her ass again and again. Her body shuddered with every thrust, little tremors rippling through her toned back and thighs. Her moans had become desperate, breathless cries that bounced off the warded walls of my private room—so loud I wondered if the sound-dampening magic would actually hold.
Maybe I wanted the whole damn tower to hear her anyway.
"F-fuck, Harry!" Ginny's voice was hoarse, nearly breaking as she braced herself on the mattress, arching her back to meet every thrust. Her hair was a fiery halo around her flushed face, sticking to the light sheen of sweat at her neck. "Don't stop—please, don't ever fucking stop—just like that—oh Merlin, you're so deep—!"
Her tight, virginal pussy clung to me like a vice, squeezing me so perfectly that I felt the pleasure building quick and urgent in my cock, surging up from my balls and low in my belly. I could feel how wet she was, slickness coating my length, her juices running down her thighs as I fucked her rough and deep. The sounds—slapping flesh, her moans, my grunts—filled the air, blending into a symphony of raw pleasure and need.
I leaned forward, lowering my chest to press against her back, lips grazing the side of her neck as I drove into her with relentless force. I nipped at her ear, biting down gently as I fucked her even harder. "Ginny—look at you. So fucking tight for me, taking every inch. You feel so damn good. I could do this all night. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you dreamed about?"
She turned her head just enough to gasp back at me, her voice trembling with need. "Yes—yes, Harry! I wanted you—I've wanted you for so fucking long—oh shit, I can't—I can't hold back—please—don't stop, I'm so close—"
Her words sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching deep inside her as her walls fluttered, beginning to spasm with the first waves of her orgasm. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight of her—her slender back arching, her pretty ass bouncing against my hips, the look of ecstasy on her face. The pleasure was overwhelming, electric, threatening to snap my control entirely.
"Are you going to cum for me soon, Ginny?" I growled, my voice low and rough, lips pressed to her ear. I wanted to hear her say it—needed it.
She nodded frantically, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white. "Yes, Harry! I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum—oh fuck, please—!"
Every time I plunged deep inside her, the delicious friction and slickness nearly sent me over the edge. Her cries echoed off the walls, desperate and unrestrained, as I pounded her harder, each thrust building the tension in both of us to a fever pitch.
She clawed at the sheets, her knuckles white, and her whole body was taut with need. "Fuck, Harry—" Ginny sobbed, her voice shattering as the waves of pleasure threatened to crash over her.
I growled her name, burying myself to the hilt, feeling the desperate flutter of her walls milking me with every frantic thrust. "Ginny… Maou, you feel so fucking good," I groaned, the words forced out through clenched teeth. My hands gripped her waist so tightly I was sure she'd have marks the next day, but she only pressed back against me, greedy for every inch.
Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably. She buried her face in the mattress and let out a ragged scream, her whole body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. I felt a sudden, wet gush coat my cock and thighs—Ginny's back arched impossibly, and she shrieked my name as her pussy clamped down, milking me mercilessly.
I couldn't hold back anymore. The sight and sound of her cumming so hard, squirting for me, pulled me over the edge. My balls tightened and I felt a powerful rush surge through my whole body, pleasure crackling down my spine. "Ginny—fuck—!" I gasped, barely coherent as my own climax slammed into me. I groaned her name loudly, shuddering as I erupted inside her, hot pulses of cum flooding her still-trembling pussy. My hips jerked as I kept thrusting, desperate to bury myself even deeper as I emptied myself inside her.
She was still shaking beneath me, her voice hoarse as she whimpered, "Wow, Harry… I can feel you. There's so much, I'm so full…" She was panting hard, her whole body limp but satisfied, her red hair plastered to her sweaty back.
I collapsed down onto her, my arms wrapping around her from behind, pressing kisses along her neck and shoulder as the last shivers of pleasure ran through us both. My cock twitched inside her, and she giggled weakly, squeezing me with her inner muscles.
"Bloody hell," she murmured, breathless but grinning. "That… was fucking incredible. I didn't even know I could do that…" She turned her head, meeting my eyes over her shoulder. "I hope you're not done yet," she whispered, her lips brushing mine. "Because I want more of you, Harry. I want to keep going until dinner time. Fuck, wasting anytime studying when we can do this instead!"
I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I'm happy to keep going, but you really might not be able to walk to dinner later on."
I could feel her cum-filled pussy tightening up again around me. "That's ok, you'll just have to carry me. Then the whole school will know I'm now one of your girls. Part of your harem!" She chuckled.
I kissed the back of her neck. "There's—some things I have to tell you all about that—but we can do that later…"
– Sona –
…This was all because the Goblin King had demanded the stupidest thing Sona could never have even predicted!
The Goblin King continued to rant at them. "For such horrific acts of torture committed against our race, I demand compensation! The devils in the Underworld should pay us the equivalent of 1 billion galleons of gold, AND our ancestral lands will be returned to us immediately! If you do not, we will go to the other two factions and tell the Angels and Fallen Angels of the atrocities you are once again committing against our race! Furthermore, we demand the heads of Riser Phenex and Harry Sitri for slaughtering so many of my kin!"
The rest of the goblins cheered around them happily at their king's words! They clapped and pounded their weapons against the hard stone ground in agreement.
"You want my precious Harry-kun…" Serafall echoed slowly, softly. As if she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She began taking deliberate steps toward the throne, her heels clicking sharply against polished stone, her voice growing colder with each precise syllable. "You demand restitution for the lives of creatures who attacked us unprovoked, who mercilessly slaughtered innocent devils—citizens under my protection—and who dared attempt to murder my beloved son?"
The goblin king's proud expression faltered briefly as he finally began realizing the depth of his mistake. His beady eyes widened slightly, betraying a flicker of genuine fear. But before he could retract or reconsider his reckless words, Serafall lifted one hand. Brilliant, piercing blue magic erupted outward, blasting toward the goblin king. Sona watched silently as ice instantly encased Ragnuk, solidifying his horrified expression forever within a gleaming, transparent prison.
"Consider your demands officially rejected," Serafall spoke softly, gazing contemptuously at the frozen corpse upon its throne. Then, with a casual flick of her wrist, the ice shattered explosively into countless glittering fragments, raining down gently upon the throne room floor like frozen diamonds.
Several goblin guards surrounding their king screamed enraged curses, driven mad by grief and fury. Brandishing vicious weapons, they lunged forward desperately, heedless of their imminent deaths.
Serafall hardly blinked, swiftly dispatching the first attackers with ruthless efficiency. Pure, cold magic erupted again from her fingertips, instantly impaling their small bodies on spear-like shards of ice. The remaining goblins paused briefly, hesitating, their frantic eyes flickering uncertainly toward their slaughtered comrades.
"Your king and leaders made this choice," Serafall declared mercilessly, her voice echoing powerfully through the massive chamber, addressing every goblin present. "Any goblin foolish enough to follow their example will receive precisely the same mercy!"
An enraged goblin captain charged toward Sona, wielding a curved dagger glowing faintly with malicious enchantments. Sona easily evaded his clumsy strikes, raising one hand calmly. Ice blossomed forth beautifully from her fingertips, freezing him solid mid-lunge. She glanced dismissively at the snarling, frozen expression on his twisted face, before effortlessly shattering him into blood-streaked ice fragments.
The goblins, driven mad by grief or misguided loyalty, surged forth in overwhelming numbers. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of them rushed recklessly toward the two devils, attempting vainly to overwhelm Serafall and Sona through sheer numerical superiority.
The goblins shouted vicious curses in their guttural tongue, brandishing silver weapons enchanted with holy magic—foolishly hoping such weapons might harm beings as powerful as Satan Leviathan or Sona herself.
It was utterly futile.
Serafall's expression hardened further, her blue eyes blazing fiercely as she unleashed wave after wave of freezing demonic power upon their attackers. Goblins fell by the hundreds, frozen solid instantly by pure, unstoppable force. Sona fought beside her sister.
The battle grew desperate as the goblins, sensing their doom, began recklessly collapsing tunnels around them, hoping desperately to bury the devils alive beneath endless tons of stone. Massive boulders crashed loudly, shaking the ground violently beneath their feet, sending thick clouds of choking dust swirling thickly through the air.
Sona narrowed her eyes sharply, quickly erecting shimmering barriers of ice magic around herself and Serafall, deflecting the collapsing rocks effortlessly. The two sisters advanced forward relentlessly, cutting down enemies without hesitation or mercy.
Despite the sheer brutality and magnitude of the slaughter, Sona's expression remained perfectly composed, calm and collected, her mind sharply focused.
They wanted to kill Harry! This was what their filthy race deserved. Her sister had been right all this time, they really were no different than vermin!
Eventually, after what felt like hours, the remaining goblins finally comprehended the hopelessness of their futile struggle. The survivors—mere shadows of the vast numbers they'd started with—turned and fled deeper into the vast, winding tunnels, abandoning weapons and equipment in their panicked haste.
Only then, as the echoes of combat faded slowly into silence, did Sona finally lower her hands, breathing slowly and evenly. "What do we do now, Nee-san?" Sona finally asked softly, breaking the heavy silence as she glanced over the piles of frozen corpses around them. "We've eliminated the leadership, but many goblins fled deeper into these tunnels."
Serafall's cold gaze drifted along the darkened tunnels stretching outward from the massive chamber. After a thoughtful moment, she nodded decisively.
"We'll seal the tunnels permanently with our demonic ice," she said, her tone leaving no room for debate. "Those who remain will be trapped forever, with no chance of ever returning here or threatening us again."
Sona inclined her head slightly in agreement, understanding fully the ruthless necessity of such an action. "I agree completely. But... What about the bank itself?"
At that question, Serafall allowed a small, sly smile to cross her lips. "Ah, that part is already arranged. From today forward, Gringotts Bank is officially under new ownership. We will rename it immediately." She paused dramatically, eyes sparkling with dark humor. "Welcome to Sitri Bank, dear Sona."
Sona felt a flicker of surprise at that announcement, but she swiftly composed herself, considering the implications carefully. After a pause, she raised one eyebrow inquisitively. "Was this Mother's plan all along, then? It seems exactly like something she would devise, given her talent for aggressive business takeovers."
Serafall chuckled, her expression shifting briefly from ruthless strategist back to affectionate older sister. "More or less, yes," she admitted easily, casually brushing a speck of nonexistent dust from her armor. "Mother saw an opportunity here. After all, controlling the premier magical financial institution in Britain will significantly enhance our family's prestige. However," her eyes narrowed dangerously, the cheerful amusement disappearing as rapidly as it had come, replaced by chilling menace, "even I didn't anticipate the goblins would be foolish enough to threaten Harry a second time. They brought this upon themselves."
Sona's expression darkened immediately at the memory of Ragnuk's outrageous demands and the cheering of his filthy kin at the idea of harming Harry. Her voice grew bitter and icy. "Indeed, they earned every ounce of what happened here today. Anyone daring to threaten Harry should expect no mercy."
"Exactly." Serafall's smile was positively arctic. "Now, let's clean up our little 'mess' and announce the wonderful news of Sitri Bank's grand opening to our new human customers."
Without further hesitation, the two sisters raised their hands together, summoning their powerful, pure blue demonic ice magic. The freezing spell erupted forth, surging through the vast tunnels, rapidly coating the stone walls, ceilings, and floors in unbreakable crystalline frost. Within minutes, every tunnel entrance into the sprawling cavern was sealed entirely shut beneath thick walls of shimmering ice.
Satisfied at last, Serafall nodded approvingly. "Perfect. No goblin will ever escape those tombs."
With their grim task complete, they ascended the long passageways back toward the marble lobby above. As they stepped out into the grand hall, Sona stopped abruptly in surprise. The vast lobby, previously empty, was now crowded with wizards and witches clad in Auror robes. The squad looked bewildered, their gazes shifting around the oddly deserted bank interior.
Sona swiftly composed herself, casually brushing nonexistent wrinkles from her elegant dark-blue robes, embroidered proudly with the Sitri family crest. Her mind raced as she made a mental note to ensure none of the Aurors found their way into the catacombs below. It wouldn't do to have humans stumbling upon thousands of slaughtered goblins.
One Auror stepped forward confidently, the unmistakable figure of Amelia Bones. Her keen gaze fixed immediately upon the two sisters. "What's the meaning of this?" Amelia demanded sharply. "Gringotts Bank never closes its doors, not even for a minute. And where in Merlin's name are all the goblins?"
Before Sona could speak, Serafall effortlessly shifted demeanor, her face alight with cheerful warmth and friendliness. She skipped forward lightly, a dazzling smile upon her lips as she addressed the head Auror.
"Oh my, didn't anyone inform you lovely Aurors yet?" Serafall asked sweetly, her eyes sparkling innocently. "Gringotts Bank is officially under new management! You see, our family—the esteemed Sitri Clan—recently finalized a business arrangement to purchase the entire institution. As of today, the bank shall be known officially as 'Sitri Bank.' Isn't that wonderful?"
"Then why was the bank door kicked down?" one Auror mumbled.
"Just some early renovations," Serafall lied with a straight face.
Amelia's eyes narrowed skeptically, and murmurs rippled suspiciously among her Aurors. "This all seems highly irregular," Amelia finally said, clearly unconvinced. "Such significant transactions are usually handled through the Ministry and Gringotts itself, not overnight and certainly not in secrecy."
"Of course, Madam Bones," Sona smoothly interjected, stepping forward to stand beside Serafall, her expression composed and authoritative. "The transaction has been in progress behind the scenes for months. Our mother, Selene Sitri, will personally oversee all operations. And as her first act as the new owner, she's generously pledged to eliminate all hidden fees and drastically lower interest rates on loans. From now on, witches and wizards can trust that their finances will be managed honestly, transparently, and affordably under Sitri ownership."
Instantly, the entire Auror contingent fell silent. Suspicion swiftly turned into stunned, delighted surprise. The skepticism faded from Amelia's eyes as several Aurors behind her murmured excitedly about how much money they'd save under such new terms. Clearly, personal greed outweighed any suspicions they might have held.
Sona barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes in amusement. Humans truly were predictable in their selfish desires. It was almost tragically amusing that literal devils would manage this bank with far greater honesty and fairness than goblins ever had—and none of these humans had any idea they were dealing with actual devils, not merely incredibly wealthy foreigners.
Amelia cleared her throat awkwardly, her earlier authoritative tone notably softer now. "Well, that certainly sounds like excellent news. Of course, the Ministry will still require documentation of the official transfer and contracts. But in principle, I see no issues."
"Naturally," Serafall assured her warmly, her voice syrup-sweet and perfectly pleasant. "We'll provide all necessary paperwork and documents directly to your office later today, Madam Bones. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."
With one last grateful glance at the sisters, Amelia nodded and gestured for her Aurors to withdraw. Within minutes, the humans had departed, leaving the bank lobby quiet again.
Sona chuckled dryly once they were alone, shaking her head slightly at how quickly the humans' suspicion evaporated. "Incredible. Offer a few gold coins saved, and they all lose interest in any investigation."
"Greed," Serafall agreed sagely, a mischievous smirk crossing her lips as she glanced around the now-empty lobby, "is one of humanity's most reliable traits."
"Still," Sona mused quietly, her expression turning thoughtful as she considered the irony of their new venture, "it's rather astonishing that devils—of all beings—will prove more trustworthy bankers than goblins ever were."
Serafall laughed openly at that, linking her arm affectionately through Sona's as she led her toward the massive bronze entrance doors. "Indeed. Let's not tell them, though. Best to keep our true nature secret, So-tan. They needn't know they're in the hands of actual devils…"
– Harry –
…I sighed deeply in satisfaction, sinking back into the comfort of my bed. My head rested lightly against the soft, feather-filled pillow, feeling utterly content with the beautiful redhead draped across my chest. Ginny's slim, toned body pressed gently into mine, warm and flushed, her freckled skin still glistening softly with sweat from our passionate hours together. She nestled in closer, her head tucked comfortably into the crook of my neck, strands of damp ginger hair tickling my skin pleasantly as she cuddled against me.
My eyes traced over her gently, quietly admiring the beautiful sight of her lying so intimately close, her fair skin now marked vividly with evidence of our lovemaking. Purple and red love bites blossomed brightly across her neck and shoulders, mingling with the faint marks left behind by my fingertips and lips.
Glancing lower, my gaze drifted down her toned stomach. I could clearly see my cum slowly seeping from between her reddened, swollen pussy lips. My cock twitched faintly at the sight, despite our earlier activities, as I smiled in quiet satisfaction.
Ginny must have sensed my gaze upon her because she shifted slightly, raising her head lazily to glance up at me with a sleepy, satisfied smile. Her cheeks flushed deeper, her brown eyes sparkling warmly as she caught my lingering gaze upon her naked body.
"Merlin, Harry, you're insatiable," she murmured teasingly, her voice hoarse yet undeniably pleased. She trailed her fingers slowly across my bare chest, tracing gentle patterns against my skin. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm afraid you've ruined regular wizards for me forever," she sighed playfully and dramatically.
I chuckled softly, sliding my fingers up her smooth, naked back and lightly rubbing comforting circles against her skin. "Well, Ginny, that's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a while now," I began carefully, my voice quiet yet sincere. "The truth is, there's a reason I'm... rather different from other wizards you've been around. You see, I'm not entirely human."
Ginny raised herself slightly, bracing her chin against her palm as she looked down at me with a curious, intrigued expression. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't seem alarmed, merely fascinated. "Not human?" she echoed softly, thoughtfully tilting her head. "Alright, you've definitely got my attention. Go on—what exactly are you, then, Harry?"
I took a deep breath, deciding it was best to be completely open with her. "I'm what's known as a half-devil, Ginny. My mother Lily was human, but my other mother Serafall is a pureblood devil from the Sitri Clan—one of the noble families of the Underworld. It's a long, complicated story, but that's the simplest explanation."
Ginny blinked several times, processing my words carefully. After a moment, her expression softened into gentle understanding, and a slow smile spread across her flushed lips. "That... actually explains quite a bit, come to think of it," she admitted softly, looking thoughtful. "Especially your magic and how you seem to attract so many gorgeous girls like magnets. Wait a minute—your 'harem'! Is that connected to you being a devil somehow?"
I nodded slowly, brushing my fingertips lightly along her side, causing her to shiver slightly under my gentle touch. "It is," I confirmed calmly. "Most of the women—are actually members of my peerage or they will be. Fleur and Gabrielle haven't joined yet, but they want to. It's... complicated, I suppose, but we're family, partners, friends, and lovers all in one. And, Ginny, I'd like to invite you to join me as well, if you wish," I said and gave her a brief rundown on the perks.
"Immortality... eternal youth... those sound absolutely amazing, Harry. And don't think I don't realize just how incredible that offer is. But..." she hesitated, biting her lower lip lightly, clearly conflicted.
"But?" I prompted gently, sensing her hesitation and wanting her to express herself openly.
"But," Ginny finally admitted, looking embarrassed yet determined, "I still have dreams I want to achieve on my own merit. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to become a professional Quidditch player. I want to prove myself by competing fairly against other witches and wizards, without any unfair advantages. As amazing as becoming a devil sounds, it would sort of defeat the whole point, wouldn't it? I'd always wonder if I truly earned my success, or if it was just because I wasn't human anymore."
I smiled warmly at her honesty, stroking my thumb comfortingly across her knuckles. "I completely understand your reasoning, Ginny. And you're right—becoming a devil would enhance your physical abilities dramatically. It certainly would give you unfair advantages over normal humans. If you'd prefer to remain fully human for now, that's completely alright with me. We can revisit the idea whenever you're ready."
Her shoulders visibly relaxed in relief at my words, her smile widening gratefully. "Thank you, Harry. I'm so relieved you understand. I'd absolutely love to join you someday—but maybe not just yet."
I nodded in understanding, sliding my hand back up her bare back, tracing her spine lightly. "There is another option," I told her softly. "I could make you my Contracted Witch."
Ginny tilted her head curiously, her eyes sparkling with renewed interest. "Your contracted witch?" she repeated, intrigued. "I've never heard that term before. What does that mean exactly?"
"It's a special magical pact between a human witch or wizard and a devil," I explained calmly. "You'd remain fully human, no reincarnation involved. But through our contract, you'd naturally receive a boost to your magical power, an enhancement from my own magic. Nothing overwhelming or unfair in a competitive sense since it will just enhance your magic and not your body."
Ginny listened carefully, clearly fascinated by my explanation. "So, I would still technically be human, and I wouldn't have any unfair advantage—just a little bit more magical strength than I already possess naturally?" she clarified excitedly.
"Exactly," I confirmed with a reassuring smile. "And whenever you're ready to take that next step to immortality, whether it's joining my peerage or even joining Sona's peerage—either option is open to you. But for now, a contract would allow us to bond closely. Plus, you would be allowed to visit the underworld as my Contracted Witch."
Leaning down again, she pressed her lips gently yet firmly against mine in a tender, grateful kiss. Pulling back, she smiled beautifully down at me, her eyes filled with warmth and trust. "Then that's exactly what I'd like to do, Harry," she said decisively, voice clear and filled with conviction. "I'd be honored to become your contracted witch. Thank you for giving me this choice…"
I smiled at her. Whether she would choose immortality at the end or choose to remain human was up to her to decide in the future. But for now, we could just enjoy our time together.
Ginny suddenly shot upright off my chest, startling me out of the comfortable, relaxed state I'd settled into. Her eyes were wide with panic, like she'd just remembered something incredibly important!
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, running a hand frantically through her tangled, sweat-dampened red hair. "Harry—bloody hell, I can't believe I forgot!"
She scrambled hastily toward the edge of my bed, trying to swing her legs over the side. But as soon as her bare feet touched the floor, her legs wobbled like jelly beneath her weight. She let out a sharp squeal, her knees buckling completely, and she crashed gracelessly onto her naked bum with a loud smack against the plush carpet.
"Ow!" she complained loudly, wincing as she rubbed her sore backside, looking incredibly annoyed at her uncooperative body.
I couldn't hold back my chuckle at the adorable, utterly frustrated look on her face. Sitting up slightly, I leaned forward, peering down at her with amused curiosity. "Whoa there, Gin. What's wrong? What's got you so flustered all of a sudden?"
She shot me an exasperated glare, though there was still a flush of embarrassment coloring her freckled cheeks. Slowly, she attempted to push herself back onto her shaky legs, gripping the edge of my bed tightly for balance. My eyes drifted downward as I openly admired the way my cum continued to slowly trickle down her pale, toned thighs. Despite the urgency of whatever she'd just remembered, the sight made my cock twitch appreciatively beneath the covers.
"I completely forgot," Ginny finally managed to explain, steadying herself as best she could. "My brother Ron—he's finally being released from St. Mungo's today! They're letting him out of the Mind Healing ward for good, and he's supposed to surprise everyone by joining us at dinner tonight. Mum and Dad are even coming to Hogwarts and are going to be there! Harry, and obviously, I'm supposed to be there too and can't be late!" She released a frustrated groan, clearly irritated with herself for forgetting something so significant. "Which means," she continued, glancing down at her still-shaking legs with a pitiful look, "I somehow have to figure out how to stand up properly in the shower and clean myself off quickly enough to make it down to dinner without anyone noticing what we've been doing up here." She shot me an adorable pout, crossing her arms over her small, perky breasts and looking thoroughly put-out.
I chuckled softly at her overly-dramatic reaction. "Well, Ginny, I hate to say it—but you're the one who specifically asked me to fuck you until you couldn't walk straight, remember?" I teased, smirking playfully at her. "I'm just an innocent devil, doing my best to fulfill MY beautiful witch's heartfelt request."
She rolled her eyes dramatically, although the slight smile tugging at her lips gave her away. "Innocent my arse, Harry Sitri," she muttered, though the irritation in her voice was obviously exaggerated.
Then I registered what she'd actually said about her brother, and my playful mood dimmed somewhat. I released a sigh, settling back deeper into my soft pillows, and couldn't resist adding with clear sarcasm, "Oh, and as for Ron being back—yay. Fantastic news."
Yeah, I was thrilled…
Ginny's pout instantly deepened, a hint of genuine pleading in her eyes now. "Harry, please don't be like that," she said softly, her voice growing more sincere and gentle. "Look, I know you have every reason not to like Ron—especially since he, well, literally tried to kill you. But you have to remember, none of that was his fault."
Yeah, I knew that was true.
She paused, her voice becoming quieter, almost hesitant, as she met my gaze earnestly. "You've never actually had the chance to meet the real Ron, Harry. Before all of that awful business happened, he was always the sweetest, most loyal, and kind brother I could have asked for. He always stood up for me when the twins went too far, and he'd have done absolutely anything for his friends. I genuinely think that, given a chance, you two could actually become friends."
I arched an eyebrow at her, unconvinced but unable to ignore the sincerity in her eyes. After a moment, I released another sigh, offering her a small but genuine smile. "Alright, Gin. I suppose we'll see how it goes," I finally conceded, shrugging lightly. "But I have to admit, I'm not completely convinced he won't try to murder me again once he finds out I just deflowered his precious baby sister."
She immediately flushed a vibrant red, biting her lower lip in embarrassment as she shot me a scandalized look. "Harry! Merlin, must you phrase it like that?" she sputtered, blushing furiously.
"Well, it's the truth, isn't it?"
Ginny groaned again, hiding her face briefly behind her hands before she mustered enough resolve to attempt moving once more. With a stubborn look of determination, she turned shakily toward my bathroom door, one hand gripping the bed for support as she wobbled precariously. "I'm going to go use your shower now," she declared resolutely, tossing a pointed glare over her shoulder at me. "And no, Harry Sitri, you are definitely not allowed to join me, or we'll end up so late that my mum will start sending out search parties up here!"
I leaned back against my pillows, watching her carefully stumble toward the bathroom, her cute, cum-streaked bottom swaying enticingly with each shaky step. "Suit yourself, Ginny," I called after her playfully, folding my hands leisurely behind my head. "If you fall again, I'll be right here—happy to lend a helping hand."
She paused at the doorway, turning briefly to shoot me a mischievous yet exasperated look, clearly struggling to hide her amused grin. "You've helped quite enough already, Harry," she said dryly, even as a faint blush crept up her neck. Then she disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing firmly behind her.
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