Parvati Patil

"And here he is!"

Harry hides his instinctive grimace behind a smile, even as Lavender leads Parvati Patil into his study. Standing up and moving around his desk, the young wizard offers the equally young witch a hand. The Indian witch smiles back and when she proffers up her own hand, he takes it and brings it to his lips to kiss the back of her knuckles.

"Parvati. A pleasure to see you again."

"And you, Lord Potter. I do wish it were under different circumstances though. I know you have no love for my profession."

That draws Harry up short, and he gives Lavender an accusatory glance as the blonde witch just smiles and shrugs. Of course she'd briefed Parvati. Not only were the two of them thick as thieves, Parvati was HER employee, at the end of the day. Still, Harry's disdain for media was more than a bit of an open secret by this point anyways. He just wasn't expecting Parvati of all people to pull off demure and humble.

She was acting more like her quiet nerdy twin right now then herself, albeit she still looked quite prettied up, and her dress showed off both her caramel skin and her curves as she shifted this way and that to draw his eye. So then, another Lavender basically. She wanted more than just a story from Harry… and he'd have to be blind not to see that. He most certainly wasn't blind.

Whether Parvati would get what she wanted or not however, depended on how the day proceeded. Because the Indian witch was right. Harry wasn't all that happy about this meeting. He knew it was necessary of course, and he acknowledged that he couldn't just hide everything forever, but that didn't mean he had to be pleased with any of it. He preferred to be a private person, but given who he was and what he'd done, Harry would never not be a public figure.

So of course, the birth of his first two children had caused a bit of stir in the wizarding world. Tracey and Daphne had both finally come to term, and their babies were absolutely spectacular… and perfectly healthy. He loved the little munchkins, and so long as he had a say in it, they would get the best care that gold could provide. And Harry had quite the say in it, as their father.

Still, he'd kept the media away with all sorts of nasty spells and wards, refusing to let anyone so much as document his children outside of official government records. Of course, the Ministry was not nearly as secure as his estate. Those official government records had been leaked within a day to the media. If only that had been enough to satisfy the needy lot.

Unfortunately, they were exceptionally dry documents. The media knew his childrens' genders, they knew their eye and hair color. They even knew their individual weights at the time of birth, as well as the fact that they were both in good health with no complications. That's about all they knew, and that was just how Harry liked it. With his wealth, he probably could have shut it down there too. He could have easily silenced the media, given his power, both personal and political.

But the media wasn't the true disease, they were merely a symptom of his headache. It was the wizarding public that wanted to know everything. Their desire to put him up on a pedestal only to tear him down over and over again was ingrained by this point, at least as far as Harry could tell. If he kept silent, if he said nothing and kept all eyes off of his babies, they would only turn against him.

Lavender had come up with the acceptable solution, in the end. It wasn't perfect, far from it in fact, but it was the best Harry was going to get and he knew that full well. So he went with it, and now here he was, giving an exclusive interview to Parvati Patil, a reporter from Witch Weekly which Lavender owned. According to Lavender, she'd actually been the one to get Parvati a job there in the first place, but the Indian witch had more then proven herself a capable journalist after the fact.

Parvati wasn't just a pretty face, and she wasn't another Rita Skeeter either, from what Lavender had told him. She was good at her job and she knew how to be professional, at least to a certain extent. It was becoming increasingly clear that Lavender had given Parvati a pep talk or tips before this, and now the Indian witch was trying to seduce him. Amusing to say the least, but whether he would act on her attempts was another matter entirely.

For now…

"I do believe I owe you an apology by the way, Miss Patil."

That gets a surprised blink from both Parvati and Lavender as he bows his head slightly towards the former.

"M-Me? An apology?"

Harry shrugs his shoulders, his smile a little more genuine now, as well as contrite.

"I never did apologize back then, did I? I was rather boorish in my younger years. That travesty of a ball during the Triwizard Tournament… I treated you terribly, Parvati. And we both know it. So, I'm sorry."

Parvati stares with wide eyes for a moment longer, and then a slow smile spreads across her face.

"I… well, I never thought I'd get any sort of… um, I accept your apology, Lord Potter. T-Thank you."

A nudge from Lavender sees Parvati nearly jumping out of her skin as she blushes and then tries to regroup, the smile morphing into something more seductive as she belatedly bats her eyelashes.

"A-And I suppose if you wanted to make it up to me, we could discuss such a thing l-later…"

Of course, she's horribly late and it's very clearly Lavender prodding her along, rather than her own seduction instincts. Not that Parvati's desire is faked. In fact, Harry rather thinks it might have grown after that apology, even as he glances Lavender's way with a raised eyebrow.

"Right… well, let's head over to the maternity wing, shall we? Feel free to ask me any questions you have along the way."

With that, he leads the two witches out of his study. He's not surprised when they take up a position on either side of him, nor is he all that surprised when the 'interview' becomes rather flirty in nature. It seems almost instinctive for witches to gang up on him if they can, heh. Just like it was with Daphne and Tracey. Fleur and Gabrielle had been different, but then they were sisters, not best friends.

Regardless, while Lavender is the primary instigator, Parvati happily takes her cues from the other witch, and is just as flirtatious with Harry, just as suggestive and seductive, even as he guides them through Potter Manor. By the time they arrive in the maternity wing, he's perhaps a bit aroused… and certainly not going to let Lavender get away with all this teasing, even if things ultimately don't work out with Parvati. That blonde is so getting punished for her impetuousness.

Still, for the time being, Harry refocuses his attention on the matter at hand, as he opens the doors to the room that Tracey and Daphne are currently recuperating in. It's feeding time at the moment, and each witch as a baby attached to a nipple. HIS children. Harry can't help the goofy smile as he takes in the sight of his wives with his babies, all content and safe and secure.

Of course, his part of the interview was practically already done. While Parvati and Lavender did spend some time cooing over the newborns, eventually it was time to get down to business, though at the very least Parvati waited until they were done feeding and the babies had been laid down for a nap before asking her questions.

She was polite, respectful and deferential to both Tracey and Daphne throughout the interview, which Harry couldn't deny he appreciated. Whether that was Parvati's own choice or Lavender's coaching shining through again didn't truly matter at the end of the day, did it? What mattered was Parvati's ability to recognize and respect the role that both of his first wives played in his life.

And the flirting dropped to nil as well during that part of the interview, much to Harry's amusement. To be fair, that might have been more sympathy on Parvati's part then respect. Tracey and Daphne were restricted from anything too arduous for at least the next two weeks as they recovered from giving birth. And that included most of the forms of sex that the pair enjoyed partaking in.

To say they were both a little backed up would probably be an understatement, though Harry figured caring for the babies was distracting the two of them enough for the time being. He'd already begun to plan how to best take care of their needs once they were allowed to partake once more, but for now it just wasn't in the cards.

In the end, the infants woke up again soon enough, and Parvati finished up her interview shortly after. At that point, the Indian witch retired with harry and Lavender out to the gardens, where lunch was swiftly brought out to them. Of course, Lavender being who she was…

"Do you truly have to sit on my lap, you big lump?"

Lavender gasps in faux affront at that and grinds her 'lump' of a bountiful behind down on his crotch, even as she brings up his sandwich.

"You take that back Harry! Now, open wide and have another bite of your sandwich. There's a good boy."

She's only digging her hole deeper for herself and they both know it. But it's because they both know it that Harry just goes along with it for the time being. Once he's bitten the sandwich and chewed and swallowed, Lavender twists on his lap to look over at a blushing Parvati. The Indian witch is watching them rather intently, even as she eats her own beautifully prepared lunch.

"Are you just going to sit over there and watch Parvati? There's a spot right next to Harry you know."

Heh, there really wasn't much of one. But that didn't stop Parvati from squeezing into the space at his side all the same, resulting in her gorgeous body pressing up against his side. When he gives her an amused look as well, Parvati just blushes even more, before smiling tentatively and offering him a bite of HER sandwich. Harry of course takes the bite, quite aggressively at that, and delights in the way it causes the Indian witch to color even more, squirming against him with obvious desire.

They fall into rather casual, companionable conversation after that. Talking about their Hogwarts days and how everything has changed for all of them. The world had seemed so small back when they were at Hogwarts, like the whole thing just sort of revolved around the school and all that. Of course, Voldemort's obsession with said school and Harry besides didn't exactly help in that regard. But now they were adults and they were finding out that there was so much more to it than that.

Hogwarts wasn't the end all, be all, no matter what Voldemort had thought. The wizarding world was much smaller than the mundane world, but it was still far bigger than they could have guessed all those years ago when they were eleven years old and seeing the majesty of the school of witchcraft and wizardry for that very first time.

"I would never have guessed that you'd turn out like this, Harry."

Parvati's words are a bit shy, but no less clear as they draw his attention. He lifts an eyebrow at that, and squeezes Lavender's ass cheek, which at this point is firmly in his hand, though with the way the blonde is sitting, it's out of Parvati's field of view.

"Oh? Like what? Did you not expect me to win against Voldemort?"

Parvati frowns at that and shakes her head.

"I don't… I don't know what I thought about that. It was all so terrifying… our father was a hair's breadth away from pulling us out of Hogwarts and Britain altogether. Sometimes, I wonder if he should have done so much earlier. Regardless, what's done is done and our experiences are our own. I'm quite happy you won, Harry. Padma and I might be Purebloods, but we're not British Purebloods, and that carries its own weight to it that would no doubt have been turned against us eventually."

Harry nods slowly, knowing all too well what she meant. Blood purists were one thing, racists were another… but altogether, they overlapped much of the time, and one couldn't really expect someone like a Malfoy to respect a Patil simply because their blood was pure. Biting her lower lip at his nod of understanding, Parvati gives a half-hearted shrug and continues on.

"What I meant was… I didn't expect you to build a harem for yourself. I should have pursued you much harder, all those years ago. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I suppose I should have known better. You were always going to be a great catch Harry. Should have realized that."

Blinking, Harry considers her words. He'd never thought of it that way… and to be fair, no one else had either.

"To be fair, you weren't the only one to miss it, Parvati. Besides my date with you, I barely went on one date with Cho Chang. While there were plenty of girls who lusted after me, I don't think any of them truly wanted me for me. Heh, but then not even Tracey and Daphne wanted me solely for me at first. I suppose relationships are all about a bit of give and take, aren't they?"

Parvati smiles sadly as she nods in agreement.

"Yes they are. And judging by the way women are flocking to you… you have a lot more to give then just money or influence."

Her eyes dart to Lavender, who smiles smugly as she runs a hand through Harry's messy black hair, curling a bit more into his lap, which in turn causes her to grind down on his already-erect cock once again. Harry grits his teeth and squeezes Lavender's buttocks even harder in a crushing grip, but that just draws a quiet sort of mewl from the sassy blonde witch.

Of course, none of this escapes Parvati's notice, and her eyes are hungry as she eats up the spectacle happening right before her. Not hungry in the way a journalist might be while chasing a story though… no, Lavender was effectively Parvati's boss, and she knew better than to bite the hand that fed her. The hunger in Parvati's gaze was of a more personal, more intimate, more feminine sort.

"My father has been pushing for me and my sister to get married of late."

The words tumble free of her lips and Harry lifts an eyebrow as Lavender goes still in his lap, his lips curling downwards into a frown as he takes in the look on Parvati's face. There's no smile there anymore, just a sort of grim acceptance and a bit of sadness. Lavender, meanwhile, clearly knows something about this already, but to what extent, Harry couldn't guess. In the face of his and the blonde's silence, Parvati continues on, a bitter note entering her voice.

"When he found out I snagged this interview and how, he ordered me to use my connections with Lavender to try and convince both her and you that you should marry Padma."

Lavender definitely didn't know that, Harry can feel it. The blonde is beginning to work herself up, but Harry presses his fingers into her buttocks in a more soothing, massaging way, a message for her to remain quiet.

"Padma, you say? Not you?"

Here, Parvati's face twists with anger. She snarls, though it's not directed towards him, and she glares off into the air as if her father will appear there for her to hurl abuse at.

"No. Not me. He didn't even consider me. And when I brought it up, when I suggested that I had a better chance he… he called me a slut. Told me that a Lord of a British House would not be interested in an Indian witch who'd already spread her legs. He wants this marriage to actually happen, which is why he chose my more bookish twin, because she's never so much as seen a boy's dick, let alone touched it or felt it inside of her."

The bitterness and the anger are practically palpable at this point, and in truth, Harry actually feels a little bad for Parvati. Her father sounds particularly old-fashioned. Meanwhile, Harry very much isn't. While many of his wives have come to him as virgins, that doesn't mean he needs it or anything as foolish at that. And the idea that boys could experiment and sleep around with girls all they wanted, while girls had to remain pure and chaste… it just didn't make sense. How the fuck were the boys supposed to be horndogs if the girls weren't allowed to so much as look in the direction of the opposite sex?

The answer was obvious of course. So-called sluts, like Parvati here, got interested enough to try out sex as well. And the boys slaked their lusts while the girls either enjoyed themselves or didn't. But only one side of the exchange walked away with some mark of shame hanging over their heads for failing to 'remain pure'. Meanwhile the other side got a hearty slap on the back and an 'Atta boy!' before they were sent off to ruin another girl's reputation.

It was stupid. It was all so stupid. Sex was a part of Harry's life. But then, being at the center of a 'harem' as Parvati had labeled it, it kind of had to be. He was the biggest slut around, at the end of the day. He fucked his wives, he fucked other women before he even married them… and he enjoyed it. But he wouldn't stand for any woman to be denigrated by anyone just for sleeping with a man. It was… it upset him.

But Harry didn't let that show on his face as he kept himself emotionless, staring at Parvati in silence for a few moments before finally speaking.

"Tell me Parvati… why should I consider a marriage with either Patil twin?"

Parvati blinks at that, taken out of her anger for a moment at the surprise question. Then she blushes at the idea that he might consider her. She leans in closer and licks her lips as she stares into his eyes.

"Because… b-because I can do so much more for you then my sheltered sister, Harry. I can suck your cock. I can be your little fuck toy however you like me. And… if you're into that sort of thing… I have one more virginity that's yours for the taking…"

Her meaning is clear, as she bites her lower lip and stares up at him. Harry lets emotion finally bleed into his face and it comes as a wide, wicked grin that as Parvati's eyes widening, even as Lavender begins to grind against his lap all the harder.

"That's my girl… you've got his interest now, Parvati. Ooh, I could feel his big, fat dick jumping and twitching as you spoke. Consider yourself in the audition portion of this… mm, exam."

Parvati's face lights up and she immediately pulls herself from her side. The Indian witch begins to strip out of her clothing in the middle of his gardens right then and there. Lavender, meanwhile, starts to strip Harry out of HIS clothing. He lets both girls do as they like, right up until his cock has sprung forth from his trousers and Parvati has revealed every bit of her delicious caramel skin to his eyes. Then, he twirls his fingers and Lavender yelps as she's suddenly lifted into the air and bound up in a delightful manner that shows off every bit of her voluptuous assets.

"H-Harr-mmph!"

The ball-gag probably isn't necessary, but Harry conjures it anyways, and Lavender finds herself cut off by a hot pink ball as it lodges in her open mouth and stretches out her jaw. He then leaves her there, bound up in nylon and suspended in midair as he turns his attention to Parvati, who now seems a bit uncertain. After all, Lavender had been her support, her sponsor. And now… now the blonde witch is in time out.

"Don't worry Parvati. Come over here and show me what you can do with that tongue of yours, won't you?"

Blushing, she hurries over nonetheless and hastens to obey. Kneeling between Harry's legs, Parvati Patil easily and eagerly takes the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, slurping and sucking at his shaft as she bobs up and down. Of course, after those first few inches she finds it significantly more difficult to get even more of his prodigious length past her lips, but it's the enthusiasm that pleases him the most. And she's certainly not unskilled at giving head. This is a girl with some… experience.

"That's a good girl, Parvati. Lavender was right, this is an audition now. You're going to show me everything you can do, and then I'll make my decision. But Lavender… Lavender has been a bad, bad girl. She's a naughty little chit, but I'm sure you already know that after all these years, don't you? Still, sometimes she needs to be punished."

Harry directs an amused look towards Lavender for a moment before he turns his attention back to Parvati. The Indian witch is still sucking away at his cock, though her chocolate eyes are on his face and she's clearly listening to every word he's saying. So is Lavender, given the way she groans through her ball gag pitifully after hearing his final verdict.

"So she's going to stay where she is while you show me what you can do. She's going to watch… and we're going to have all the fun. Sound good, Miss Patil?"

Parvati pulls back at that, though her hands continue to stroke at his cock. She licks her lips for a moment and then answers him, barely sparing the woman who'd hired her in the first place a simple glance as if to apologize for hanging her out to dry.

"Yes… Lord Potter."

Harry chuckles at that, and pushes on Parvati's head, leading the Indian witch back to her task. She sucks him off quite admirably, but it's clear that despite her experience, she's not handled a dick like his before. In the end, Harry pulls her back after a few more minutes and gives the confused witch a smile.

"You're not going to make me cum like that… so, why don't you move up onto my lap and show me what else you have to offer me."

Parvati flushes at that and does as she's told. She crawls up off her knees and into his lap, and her pussy lips end up nestled against his cock as she grinds on his shaft for a few seconds. She seems hesitant… worried at that. Harry lifts an eyebrow at that, but he's not inclined to wait any longer. His hands go to Parvati's hips, but before he can impale her on his dick, she grabs his wrists and stops him for a second.

"W-Wait… you should be aware Lord Potter, I'm not… I'm not on any sort of contraceptive…"

Harry cocks his head to the side at that. Ah, so that's what she was worried about. He smiles, pleased that she found the courage to tell him. Then, he pulls her up all the same and impales her on his cock. Parvati squeals and moans, but there's no hymen to tear as he fills her sopping wet, clenching cunt with his massive schlong. Once he's deep inside of her, Harry leans up a bit out of his seat, leaving his face inches from Parvati's caramel flesh as he speaks, his hot air ghosting across her skin.

"Not to worry my dear. You won't get pregnant unless I will it."

His admission causes Parvati's eyes to go wide, and Harry grins wickedly as he slips his hands from her sides to her delicious, dusky butt cheeks. Gripping her ass in each hand, he begins to bounce her on his cock, thrusting up into her even as he tacks on one more thing as a bit of an afterthought.

"That's off the record, by the way."

Parvati nods profusely in understanding, clearly not wanting to jeopardize her chance at being at his side in any way. That's good, because Harry has no desire to let the general public know how much control he has over both his own magic and his own body. Yes, he could actually pick and choose when he impregnated his wives. Yes, most of them were already pregnant.

He really didn't need the headache that would come from people finding out that simple truth. It was better they just think he was very enthusiastic and had fucked a bun into each of his wives' ovens the usual way. Through constant and persistent hard work. Not like it wasn't partially true anyways… he HAD fucked them all quite a bit by this point.

Regardless, right now is Parvati's time. It's her attempt at showing him why he should marry her. And in all fairness, the Indian witch is making an excellent case. While she was a bit off near the beginning, due to the suddenness of his penetration of her cunt, as well as the knowledge she'd just been given freely, she's quickly getting into things now.

Harry fucks up into her, and Parvati responds back with her own pushing, her own riding. She moans and gyrates her hips across his pistoning prick. Her beautiful body, on full display, is glistening with sweat as she actively participates in the delicious bit of lap-sex. There's nothing quite like having a woman bounce on your dick while you sit back and relax, but Harry has never been good at relaxing. This leads to him being quite the power bottom as he fucks Parvati from below with deep, penetrating upward thrusts.

Ah, but all good things come to an end, at least temporarily. And Parvati's mouth had already given him plenty of pleasure. Harry's seed fills the Indian witch's womb with little fanfare on his part. However, the moment Parvati feels his seed erupting inside of her and painting her inner walls white, her eyes roll back in her head and her jaw drops open as her entire body seizes up from the pleasure.

Harry enjoys the sexy show, even as he pumps her full of his cum. Then, he stands up with her still on his cock, turns around, and plops her down on the seat he was just sat in. Parvati yelps as her back hits cushion, and she moans as his cock slips free of her freshly fucked cunt. Harry just looks down at her amused though, a wide grin on his face.

"You offered me something before. Time to pay up, sweetheart."

Parvati's eyes widen at that, and she blushes mightily. He can see it on her face, that she meant to hold that back until their wedding night, until she truly had him. But witches didn't do a very good job of holding back when it came to Harry. Case in point, Lavender was writhing in the air as she watched the proceedings, moaning wantonly, whining needily. She was squirming and trying to draw his attention, despite being Parvati's backer in this little affair in the first place.

But Harry ignored her, all of his attention focused on Parvati as the Indian witch slowly rose and then turned over. Putting her knees on the seat cushion beneath her, she rests her chest on the back of the chair, before looking over her shoulder at him. Then, her hands go back behind her body and her fingers dig into her caramel-colored ass as she slowly spreads her butt cheeks wide. She blushes as she shows off her tight, untouched little asshole.

"I-It's yours, Lord Potter. A-All yours…"

Well, that's the kind of declaration he can definitely get behind. Chuckling darkly, Harry steps forward and with a bit of his magic he makes Parvati nice and clean, both inside and out back there. She gasps at the sensation, and then she groans when he pushes his messy, lubed-up cockhead in between her spread ass cheeks and right against her tight sphincter. Reaching up with his free hand, Harry grabs a fistful of Parvati's hair to hold her steady… and then he keeps pushing in, even as she yelps and squeals like a stuck pig through the first few moments of the experience.

Amusingly enough however, Parvati's reactions change a lot swifter than any of the other witches he's fucked in the ass so far. His cock fills her anal passage, and Parvati begins to moan within minutes of him beginning his penetration. She's panting, gasping for breath and that's normal… but the lust and the desire combined with the surprise in her eyes is not quite.

"You like this, don't you Parvati?"

Flushing with both arousal and embarrassment, Parvati bites her lower lip but ultimately nods.

"You didn't know you would, did you?"

This time, she shakes her head back and forth, before mewling as he pushes even deeper into her.

"Well then… this'll be fun, won't it?"

He doesn't give her a chance to respond this time, not even with a nod or a shake of her head. He pulls out and then thrusts back in in the next moment, and that ends up characterizing the next little while as Harry plunders Parvati's anus, and Parvati climaxes from the experience even more than she did while she was riding his cock.

As it turns out, the Indian witch is quite the anal lover. She was his tight little anal whore, and she took his cock up her ass better than any of his other wives. Grunting, Harry fucked her back door with greater and greater strength, but Parvati never once asked for him to slow down, or for mercy. He fucked her, and she took it… and she loved it too besides.

And that was around the time that Harry knew he'd made a decision. Padma was still up in the air, and Harry didn't know if he wanted to complete the set of twins or not right now… but he knew he was going to be taking Parvati on for sure. She'd be around a lot more, once he married her as well. There was just no way he could resist making the Indian witch his hot, wet, anal slut.

Pulling out of her at the last moment and painting her back white with his cum, Harry grins wickedly as Parvati just remains where she is, kneeling, panting, and recovering. Then, after a moment of just taking her in, he turns to Lavender, who moans wantonly at seeing his still-hard cock swing towards her.

"Now… what to do with you…"

Judging by the anticipation in her eyes, he could do whatever he wanted to Lavender, so long as it didn't involve teasing her anymore. And that was just fine with Harry. He was going to enjoy this quite a bit, in the end…

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