The Concubine Hive

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF IMPLIED ABORTION. IF SENSITIVE OF THE ISSUES INVOLVING ABORTION, I MUST STATE THAT ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS ABOUT ABORTION IN THIS CHAPTER ARE NOT SUPPORTED BY THE AUTHOR, AND I MUST REMIND YOU THAT THIS IS JUST A CHARACTER REPRESENTATION TO AIDE IN THE PLOT, IT IS NOT INTENDED TO INSULT OR UPSET ANYBODY.

Hannah came out of the bedroom, two suitcases in each hand, looking at me unbelieving of what just happened. I had cleaned up with a shower and was allowing my hair to dry naturally with a towel.

She smiled at me shyly, but it was also ****. She was getting cold feet, I knew it but it didn't matter. Her choice went out the window the moment my sperm entered her body. And unlike Hermione, she couldn't accuse me (falsely) of pressuring or forcing her. It's now on her head, which made me incredibly smug inside.

"You ready?" I ask her.

"Maybe I should talk to him and explain. We don't need to mention I could be pregnant, we don't need to even mention you. He'd understand me leaving if I just spoke to him."

"That will be disastrous, and you know it. Maybe it is cowardice to leave without a word, but he's chose cowardice over admitting the truth. He has himself to blame." That's not to say the outcome would be different if that wasn't the case.

She heeded my words with a nod. "A note then. He does deserve an explanation, I'm bailing on my husband and lying to him on top. The truth remains that I still love him, and I care too much about him to just disappear without any explanation."

Well it couldn't do any harm I suppose. "Fine, a note is fine."

Hannah finally gave up pretending and hissed at me "how can you !ive with yourself?"

Hannah went over to the great desk area and took out some scrap parchment and ink. I watched her from the sofa smiling victoriously. "I thought you'd thank me."

Hannah scoffed. "Yeah, taking advantage of my insecurities, spiking me with fertility, and enslaving me. Thanks for that."

I wasn't going to argue against the truth, but the last part I took offense to because it was not at all accurate. "Slavery has never been a Delacour thing, free will is much more satisfying. I would rather you turn down sex defiantly, then just resign to submission."

Hannah replied dubiously as she wrote "So you won't demand sex from your "women" and expect compliance? That's good, that means I don't have to fuck you ever again. Result."

"You misunderstood, I won't demand sex of you, but lure you into it like a fly to my web."

"I knew there was something creepy and ghastly about you, the only thing you don't have are the six other legs and eyes." Hannah chuckled mockingly, but I was bewildered with the fact that she was proud of that comeback. That was a typical Hufflepuff insult, meaning barely insulting at all.

But I choose to not comment on that. "You don't think I can seduce you again?"

"Not a chance. I'm not even really into girls, so you don't even have much of an appeal to me."

I smirked "but I'm not all girl. Judging by your own words you shouldn't have been seduced at all. It's good to know that my cock is so appealing that it doesn't matter what body it's attached to."

Hannah ceased writing for a moment then continued on, I didn't let that go unnoticed. "See, it arouses you even now."

"Oh just fuck off, you jerk-off" she spat with an agitated glare.

I giggled but obeyed her. The minutes passed in silence, only the scratching and dabbing of a quill breaking it. Hannah must have started writing the very angsty part of her farewell letter to Neville, because she had teared up and started sniffling. Mainly to dissuade my hidden caring heart, I started thinking of what comes next.

Don't think I haven't thought this through, I know perfectly well Hannah cannot stay at Delacour manor whilst my family are living there, especially my suspicious little sister. How would I go about explaining why we had to house two pregnant women that deserted their husband and fiance?

The women WILL live at the manor eventually, that was a bridge to cross when we came to it. But whilst I remained under the radar I will need a separate property to house my lovely mothers-to-be. And a property is what I got.

I've reserved eight rooms on a twelve month basis in a wizarding hotel, Rue Montorguiell, Paris. They are allowed freedom to go anywhere in the hotel and local neighborhood, do whatever they please, all expenses paid. However there were certain clauses involved to stop them from leaving indefinitely, or receiving visitors that were not approved by me in person.

These included tracking charms on the women, with an alarm system that automatically alerts me when one of my girls have travelled too far from the hotel. It's unbreakable, unable to deceive, and permanent until the day I check them out of the hotel.

This cost a fortune to arrange, but it was definitely worth the money. I distrusted both Hannah and Hermione...especially Hermione. Either of them could conceal things from me when I wasn't there, make me believe they had nobody but me in their lives.

I know Hermione couldn't possibly be in the good books of Harry, Ron and Ginny after the shitshow wedding, but Hermione was scarily smart. Far more smart than I'll ever be, she could plan things so far out of my capacity that I'd likely blink and miss it. The extra concern being that she hasn't yet come to me, who knows what sort of tricks she could get up to when I wasn't there to see them.

I had to trust in fate for now, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance once she decided to show up.

Whilst you may think this hotel was run by horrible human beings, it's not. I just never explained the purpose of this hotel; it's an officially licensed safehouse for individuals seeking off-the-record protection or security. You can stay there like any hotel, but unless you need protection you cannot stay long term.

Obviously a secret concubine harem didn't constitute special protection, which is why I'm using a cover story. I'm a leader of an organisation dedicated to protecting pregnant witches from their abusive partners. As a result they've prepared a pregnancy test to confirm the guests I'm checking in are indeed expecting.

The glaring issue is my girls might disclaim my story and appeal to the staff to help them. To be honest, there's not much I can do about that besides putting them under the Imperius curse. I'm not a monster, I'm not a kidnapper, and I refuse to **** the girls to do anything.

The precautions were excessive and controlling, but it's not about captivity or enslavement. I'm not an idiot, I don't expect any of my girls to just comply straight away and play happy families. They are all going to hate me for ruining their lives, that's not just going to be swept under the rug. Therefore they don't trust me, and I shouldn't trust them. Not until I feel I've showed them the light.

I rightly admit that I'm forcing them to live where I want them to, but in all fairness they don't really have anywhere to go once I've fucked and impregnated them. Hermione no longer has her friends, and Neville was practically the only person who cared for Hannah. The parents option is always going to be temporary.

As I said before, these girls won't be having ordinary babies. If that were the case this whole thing would be impossible, because you don't need the father or a partner to raise a child. Veela babies are completely different, especially in humans.

It's not unheard of for human women to breed Veela. Veela are female dominant, but some males can be produced occasionally. We refer to these as Incula. They don't transform unlike Veela, but they can be as ferocious as Veela, as well as use a thrall. Additionally a son who may not be an Incula, can still pass the Veela genetics onto the daughter of a human.

I don't know what that makes me, Inceela or Veecula? Who knows, but what I do know is I'm almost definitely going to pass Veela genetics onto my concubines children. And in those occasions the whole nine months are going to be hell if I'm not around. The Veela genes will call out to me and may inflict damage to it's own mother's insides.

It's starts with the initial conception, within days you'll experience morning-sickness from hell lasting for a good month. Then the hormones go crazy (forget mood swings, a revolving mood door is more accurate) for an additional two months. Then it gets dangerous.

You'll be **** to psychological attack. Yes, from the baby. The moment the brain begins to form it will start affecting it's mother mentally. At first it doesn't do much, but then as it grows stronger so does it's brain activity. It has been documented that **** cases of this involve self-harming, initiated by the baby itself.

Then the limbs and body develops and you're being physically assaulted internally. Oh you'll live of course, the baby needs its mother to survive, but it wouldn't surprise me if the mother hated the child for it's entire life once it's born.

All of that however won't happen if it's Veela parent is around, it's a regular pregnancy again.

That's what Hermione has to look forward to if she continues to do this alone, Hannah will not have these problems.

Speaking off Hannah, there she was obstructing my far-off stare into the carpet. I felt the crinkly sound of parchment in the air and saw that she'd placed her note on the sofa besides me. Her standing position over me slightly caught me off-guard, but I soon relaxed when all I could see in her expression was sadness.

"I want it understood that I'm not doing this because I feel I have to, or because I desire to be with you. I'm agreeing to this because I believe in what I said. I know I can't keep up this pretence of happiness, in hope one day it'll be different. Going to France with you is my way out. Not in an ideal sense, but it's the option I've got." Hannah explained stoically in an attempt to seem less fragile.

"It's a wise choice, not just for my benefit. Distance will help you deal with the separation, which is your major concern. Then it's all about the baby. In time I can show you just how caring I can be, you'll realise I'm not just fond of my girls for their bodies, or because they are raising my children. I've been fond of you and Hermione for the whole time that I've known you both, and even though there are more girls I'm fond of, they'll never be more special to me than you or Hermione." I tell her with much sincerity, as a lot of that is true believe it or not.

She crinkled her nose up distastefully at me and turned to make a grab at her suitcases. "You really sicken me. You have the gall to fake flatter me, and yet seek to destroy more lives. You have some twisted perception of what care is."

"Did I destroy your life? The life you live here is barely a life at all. It's more like a rescue to me."

"Rescue. A loveless marriage into a loveless whatever disgusting arrangement this is." She glowered at me so intensely I felt heat from it. "Just get into some damn clothes and get us out of here."

And that was the last time Hannah would leave that apartment. Aberforth wasn't happy to know Hannah was quitting bartending the Hog's Head so suddenly, but it was a pub, easy work really. When she realised her job was the only thing really keeping Hannah there for so long, it helped her feel quite silly. Hannah could've left at any time and it would've been so easy.

Neville wrote a couple of days later, basically just apologizing to Hannah for not being straight up with her all this time. He regretted burying his true feelings along with all his Mandrakes, instead of doing the noble thing. Hannah hadn't told him of her potential pregnancy or tryst with me, which I was thankful for. The last thing I needed was Neville knocking my door down to confront us both...or worse spread the news.

Hannah had settled in quite well. Okay she barely left the apartment and hadn't spoke anything of real meaning since leaving Neville, but at least this worked in my favour.

I had two more days to kill before I had to go back home, the three day trip to Hogwarts that didn't happen. That's what worried me, especially when Hannah was being so quiet and isolated. I wasn't worried really because my precautions meant she couldn't go far at all, but I would like to know I can be away from there and things won't go to shit.

But the most interesting part of the two days was another letter from Hermione, this time her ire was in defense of Neville. News really does travel fast.

It read:

You,

You're really going for this aren't you? Was I not enough? You gonna pick us off one-by-one until someone actually works out what's going on? That's going to happen, you know it. Patterns never go unnoticed, it's only a matter of time until you realise that. But perhaps you have already, is that what this is about, you want to get caught but only after you've ruined a handful of your former friends lives?

The worst thing about this is that what your doing isn't illegal. Yes, I've actually researched this, there's nothing more productive to do now you've ruined my life. And the only illegal part of your plan is the spiking of drinks, even then it's hard to prove and fertility potions are not considered a harmful ****, therefore nothing will come of reporting you. I can just see that accomplished smirk on your face, I'd savour it whilst you can.

In my book you're no better than a criminal, a serial killer for relationships. I actually want to hate this child inside of me, that you put there, but I'm not even capable of that.

See, just caught myself rubbing my belly. I don't want to love it, I want to land on my belly in a freak accident just to spite you. Then I could perhaps focus on getting my life back on track. But the problem is I can't hate this child, it's not their fault they came from a morally-challenged fertiliser. And I hate that I don't hate the baby, because I feel like if I love the baby that means I feel the same about you.

Read this very carefully. I haven't hated anyone more than I hate you right now.

Oh, there are strong contenders sure. Malfoy is one, Voldemort obviously is another, Umbridge is a very very close contender. But they don't measure up to you. The last person who destroyed me anywhere close to what you have; she died years ago at the Battle of Hogwarts. Never would I have thought back then that the person who helped bring me back to health, sanity intact, would surpass the very person who had recently hurt me so much, mentally and physically.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, you already know how I feel about what you did to me. This letter is about what you did to Hannah and Neville. When I heard about this I knew exactly why you chose Hannah as your next victim. And you had absolutely no right to go there.

Being close friends of Hannah and Neville, we all knew the heart-breaking truth. We hoped and encouraged them to stick with it and work on caring for each other, if that was all they could offer. Luna is a ship that has sailed, and Neville knew it better than anyone.

And you had to take advantage of that fragility, and shatter it. I'm guessing Hannah is with you wherever you are, and I'm sure it was you who put her up to writing a note, instead of breaking it off face-to-face like a decent human being. I'm sure she's pregnant too, and the fact you didn't let Neville know is the only decent thing you've done.

Neville said he wrote to Hannah and apologised, he surprisingly came to me before anyone else. Almost as if he knew I would understand. Oh hell, do I understand. He tried to take the separation on the chin, but he's clearly a broken man trying to look like marble. You're to blame for that. And you will pay for that.

You will pay for all that you have done.

Unmistakably not yours,

Hermione.

Whilst reading that I hadn't realised that Hannah had snuck up behind me, conveniently when I had finished reading it she exclaimed over my shoulder "oh Neville!"

I jumped a little and frowned at her "I was going to run this by you, you didn't have to sneak up on me."

I was on the balcony of Hannah's hotel room, overlooking the street. It's the only way owls can deliver mail directly to you without the risk of dirtying the hotel furniture. The last time I had checked on Hannah she was curled up on the hotel bed in a fetal position. I don't know what initiated her getting up, but I'm glad she had.

"Hermione must hate me, she always preferred Neville, naturally." She sounded so dejected, a bit of self-loathing perhaps.

"Did you read it properly, she was angry for both of you, not just Neville?"

"But she's right, they all knew he wasn't in love with me. They believed he'd never abandon me and that he accepted that Luna was never an option. They told me to be patient...and now it's obvious I wasn't". Hannah went to the railing and looked down onto the street, tears flowing.

I don't know why, but somewhere deep inside a part of me wants to only ever be the blamed. I take the blame for everything I've done because it's true. I'd rather them hate me than themselves. "You know a completely different version of the shag that I recall us both being involved in. It's because of that shag that you're in a hotel in Paris with me, instead of that apartment with Neville."

"Oh, I'm not saying I don't blame you for it. You are entitled to a very large percentage of the responsibility" she turned to me sideways, speaking in a hard tone of voice. "But not full responsibility, as you well know I was a willing participant in that shag. I even initiated it by...you know..."

"Jerking me off?"

She shuddered, which others might have been offended about, but I saw it as a cover up for a surge of arousal. "Yeah. And I've got to live with the fact I got seduced into cheating on my husband, who I love more than anything in this world."

There's many a sensitive reply I could've used to counter her last statement, but my ego got in first. "You're only human. I can seduce anyone I want, without a thrall. It's not like the seduction was a choice, you couldn't help but be drawn in."

Hannah huffed "so you said."

I wanted her to grasp the reality of what happened, so I added "what I'm trying to say is the full responsibility was mine, the chances of you resisting my approaches are incredibly low. That's not even cockiness speaking, that's just the nature of human-veela sexual relations."

"What about at the pub? There was no seduction there, or when I was making the coffee? I let you in too easy, hell I didn't even know you that well and I was spilling my deepest secrets."

I smiled, chuckling at how she felt she was to blame for the things I did. "I'm a manipulative bitch, didn't you get the memo."

"Yes, and I won't ever forgive you for it." She then returned to the room.

As I watched her walk back and crawl onto her bed, something worried me. These girls really weren't going to forgive me, Hermione hated me more than anyone she knew, her own words. I suddenly realised that when it came to showing them love, affection and care, it might not be enough. And this whole idea was reliant on the girls being happy.

And that's why I wasn't feeling immediately triumphant after having sex with Hermione. That's why I wasn't just now. When I ruin them so badly, how can I expect to just shower them with support and care? They're always going to remember how they got to where they were everytime they look at me. Or the hotel rooms. Or the manor. Or the kids they'll give birth to.

So what's the answer? I'm not giving up because the desire for more is still burning, perhaps I could stick with Hannah and Hermione. They could provide many children on their own, and Grandmere wasn't asking for an army of Veela. Just enough to refresh the numbers.

But I didn't have to settle yet. A bit of what Hermione wrote was true, perhaps I wanted this to go on until everyone knew the truth. By which time I'd have done enough to call the plan a complete success. This wasn't illegal. And if I could make the girls happy, even though they'd likely always remember how horrible I can be, this could become a fantasy for them too.

So the answer was to keep going but take my time. Instead of trying to snap up every girl on my wishlist in a month, take some time to develop a bond with the girls I already have. An analogy my maman uses quite often is "cook something too fast and waste the best, or cook it slowly and make the best." And that's what I've got to do.

One month. To convince Hermione to join us, and give her a better experience of child birth. To show Hannah she made the right choice, and that she can love again.

One month.