August 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Victoire - Revenge

AN: All characters are over 18 years of age at the time of this story.

It seemed impossible to believe even with the evidence staring him right in the face. Harry’s wife, Ginny, was caught on camera kissing another man. It was Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin in Harry’s year when they’d been back at Hogwarts. He was a media mogul now, controlling nearly a third of all publications in Britain, which certainly explained why the story of Ginny cheating on him hadn’t reached the press yet.

Blaise wasn’t the first, as the photos Harry had received showed. There were glimpses of her grinding up against her old flame, Michael Corner, at some shady nightclub in between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. The next one was a photograph from outside of a muggle hotel where Ginny was slowly having her lacy black bra straps teased off of her shoulders by some strong, burly man behind her. Harry thought that it might be Marcus Flint or maybe Cassius Warrington, but he wasn’t sure.

The most damning photos were of her actually in the act with someone. Evidently, one of her many affair partners got off on recording any sexual activity between himself and Ginny. There were photos of her on her knees with a long but skinny cock in between her lips, another where she was on her back getting fucked and moaning like crazy, and one with her bent over a table with a cock stuck up her arse.

Harry tossed the photos aside and retched again into the bucket he’d conjured when he’d first felt sick. His wife was cheating on him with half of Britain behind his back! What was worse was the fact that he’d actually met with some of these men in recent years and shook their hands. He’d been kind and pleasant to them and here they were fucking his wife and hiding mocking smiles to his face.

“Kreacher?” Harry croaked out.

The dutiful house-elf appeared in a flash. He was getting on his years but was still surprisingly sprightly and eager to help out whenever he could. Ginny and their kids loved him dearly.

“Yes, Harry?” Kreacher asked. It only took him six years before Harry convinced Kreacher to stop putting the word ‘Master’ in front of his name.

Harry froze. Why did he call Kreacher? It wasn’t as though he wasn’t capable of dealing with his own vomit.

No, he called Kreacher because he needed to talk to someone… anyone.

The horrific look across Harry’s face clearly sent a spike of anxiety through Kreacher. “Is everything alright, Master Harry?” He asked, reverting back to old habits as he so often did during stressful situations.

“No, it’s not,” Harry forced out. “Ginny… she…”

Merlin, he couldn’t even bring himself to say it aloud. Instead, he gestured to the pile of photos scattered across the floor and watched as Kreacher walked over and picked one up. Ever since the war, Harry had never seen Kreacher truly be upset. He could be surly and a little aggressive when he didn’t need to be, but Harry had never actually seen Kreacher shed a single tear since Harry had informed him that he’d completed Regulus’ mission in destroying Voldemort’s locket.

Tears streamed down the old house-elf’s face as he turned back to Harry. “Lies,” he said instantly. “Enemies of House Potter are always looking for ways of—”

“Stop,” Harry interrupted him, more sharply than intended. “I already confirmed the legitimacy of all of these. They’re real. Ginny did this to me. To our entire family.”

Kreacher went silent at that. It seemed that he was just as much at a loss for words as Harry was because he just started cleaning up without being asked to. He collected the photos back up and placed them inside of the envelope that Harry had received them in. Apparently, one of Blaise’s employees had uncovered this cheating scandal and was working on a juicy story up until they’d caught Blaise himself with Ginny. When they’d brought the evidence to Blaise, the man had fired him on the spot and confiscated all of the evidence there was. Only, the reporter had kept backup copies and sent them along to Harry, hoping that Harry would come up with some sort of revenge against Blaise.

That would come in time, Harry assured himself. Even if he was still struggling with disbelief over what Ginny had done, the rage he felt towards the men who’d fuc… been with her was boiling hot in his chest. He was the Man-Who-Won, one of the most powerful wizards in the entire world, and he would not let these slights go unanswered.

By the time Kreacher finished cleaning up in Harry’s office, he’d developed some semblance of a plan.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” Harry told Kreacher. “Keep it quiet for now.”

“But Master Harry,” Kreacher said, struggling with the request. “What your wife has done is unforgivable.”

Harry swallowed hard. “I know, but we can’t let her know that we already know what she’s done. You must treat her the same as always until I say otherwise.”

“When will that be?” Kreacher asked. He obviously didn’t enjoy the idea of keeping up with a ruse like this.

“Soon,” Harry promised Kreacher. “But first, I need my revenge.”

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The day that Victoire returned from a year away in France was the day that her Aunt Ginny appeared on her parents’ doorstep. She was sobbing and barely able to compose herself enough to let out more than a word or two at a time. Fleur took Dominique and Louis out of the house while Bill took Ginny into one of their guest rooms to figure out what was going on. Victoire stayed inside, magically cleaning up the mess from supper.

Ever since she graduated from Hogwarts two years ago, Victoire had split her time between Britain and France. She’d worked at a couple of apprenticeships in both countries and hoped to one day open up her own enchantment boutique, but that was a long way off. Now that she was back in Britain, she was excited to catch up with all of her relatives and learn about all of the new family gossip, but she wasn’t expecting to hear what Ginny had to say.

Although she hadn’t intended to listen in on Ginny and Bill’s conversation, neither of them had put up silencing charms to keep their talk private. So, Victoire heard every single one of Ginny’s damning admissions.

“How many?” Bill asked softly.

Victoire paused in the kitchen as she listened closely.

“I don’t know,” Ginny answered, her voice thick with emotions. “Lots.”

“Fucking hell, Ginny.” Bill sighed the way he did whenever one of his kids did something bad. “Why did you even do this in the first place? Harry’s a good man.”

“He’s never around when I need him,” Ginny sobbed.

There was a pause. “I know that he has to go away for Auror work sometimes, but you’re also gone a lot for Quidditch,” Bill pointed out.

Ginny wasn’t listening to him though. She started rambling on.

“He’s never there! He visits me when I travel and does everything that he’s supposed to, but it never feels right. I don’t feel alive like I do with these other men.”

Anger filled Victoire’s body at hearing her aunt’s words. How could she not feel alive when she was with Harry Potter of all men? He was the pinnacle of them, the example to which all other men should aspire to achieve! He was perfect, and she was throwing away her marriage for some stupid thrills!

“This isn’t fair to Harry, Gin!” Bill said loudly, sounding exasperated.

“No, what’s not fair is watching Blaise be taken away by Harry and his Aurors over some bogus corruption charges!”

“Are you seriously defending one of your affair partners over your own husband?”

The silence that followed spoke volumes. Victoire was disgusted that she’d ever felt a single positive feeling towards Ginny. That woman was not deserving of being considered a part of her family after doing this.

The bed in the spare room creaked as someone stood up. Victoire quickly ducked behind the kitchen island just in time as the guest room door opened and her dad walked out. He came into the kitchen just on the opposite side of the island and grabbed a glass from the top shelf followed by a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a healthy glass before leaving the bottle on the table and returning to the bedroom. He obviously assumed that he and Ginny were alone in the house because he didn’t bother to close the door like before.

“Does Harry know about any of this?” Bill asked, his voice deathly serious.

“I don’t think so,” Ginny answered quickly. “But this is the fourth of my partners to suffer some terrible accident. Someone out there has to know! They have to be targeting them, and I need to figure out what’s going on before it’s too late.”

“You need to tell Harry,” Bill said. “The Aurors can help catch whoever is behind this and—”

“No!” Ginny interrupted him. “And you can’t say a word to him about it.”

Bill groaned. “I respect the man, Gin.”

“I know that, but it’s not your place to say anything!” Ginny shrieked. “Give me time and I’ll make this right with Harry. I just need to figure out how first.”

“We’re all supposed to be round yours in a couple nights,” Bill said in frustration, sipping his whiskey. “How the hell am I supposed to look him in the eyes? Does anyone else know about this?”

“A few people have suspicions,” Ginny admitted. “They might even know.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Harry doesn’t need to know a thing about this,” Ginny insisted. “I’ll be my usual happy self, the perfect doting wife, and it’ll be like nothing's changed. We’ll still be the happy family we’ve always been.”

“This is going to wreck our family if it gets out,” Bill said tiredly

“It won’t get out!” Ginny shouted, as though the louder her voice got the more true it would be. “He knows that he’s lucky to be married to me, and no one will be able to sway him otherwise! I’m his loving wife and we have a perfect family together and nothing will change that!”

Did she really think that the saviour of the Wizarding World was so under her control that he’d buy whatever ridiculous story she spun him? Victoire’s entire body was trembling in anger now. She wanted to storm in there and give her aunt a piece of her mind, but a better plan was rapidly forming in her mind.

“Promise me that you won’t say anything to Harry,” Ginny said to Bill.

It took a few moments for him to respond. “I can’t,” he eventually said.

“Then I’m sorry,” Ginny said. Just as Victoire popped her head up over the edge of the counter, she witnessed her aunt doing the unthinkable. “Obliviate.”

In an instant, the memory of Bill’s talk with Ginny was erased from his mind. Then, Ginny quickly cast another spell to implant a false memory of what they’d discussed this evening before she apparated away.

Dazed and confused, Bill stumbled out of the guest room, clutching his head.

“Dad!” Victoire cried out, rushing to his side.

Bill staggered against the wall, and Victoire caught the glass of whiskey before it spilt out of his hand. “I—uh?”

“It’s alright, just come sit down,” Victoire said as she helped him to his chair at the dining table.

Several moments later, Bill seemed to regain control over himself. He blamed his confusion and unsteady gait on the whiskey, but Victoire knew the truth. Her aunt was the worst person she’d ever met, and Victoire was going to ensure that she saw some karmic revenge for what she’d done to Harry and her dad.

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Harry matched the happy smiling faces around him with practised ease. Being invited to countless events due to his heroic status within the Wizarding World was beyond tedious to him, but since Ginny loved going to them, he’d learnt to put on a happy face and to bear with it. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder how many men they’d met at those events that she’d gone on to fuck behind his back.

At least here he didn’t need to worry about that. Weasley-family gatherings were always enjoyable affairs, but Harry was struggling with this one. He struggled to focus on any of the conversation around him and instead kept thinking back to his activities earlier today.

Draco Malfoy had been caught delivering a list of muggleborns and half-bloods who had been imprisoned by the Ministry at the time that the Death Eaters controlled everything to a known band of criminals who enjoyed vandalising homes of anyone not of pure blood this very morning before the party. He’d quickly claimed to have been put under the Imperius Curse, just as his father had. The only difference was that this time, he was right.

Harry knew that Draco wasn’t a good man. There was enough circumstantial evidence into his continued wrongdoings since the war’s end to build up a strong case against him, but it would never be enough for a sure conviction. Now, they didn’t need to worry about that anymore. The fact that Draco was one of the men fucking his wife only encouraged Harry to deal with him sooner.

Despite the cheer, he’d seen the worry that flashed in Ginny’s eyes the moment that Ron mentioned what had happened to Draco. She’d looked at him, fearing that he’d known about her infidelities and was somehow behind this. Of course, Harry didn’t give a single thing away. He acted smug that Draco had finally gotten what was coming to him, but not in a way that seemed out of character for him.

Even now that he was alone, Harry still simmered with the excitement of another victory. By his count, he’d dealt with sixteen men that Ginny had affairs with. There were many more to go though, and he had to spend time crafting clever plans for each and every one of them.

Just as he was musing on some thoughts, a presence slipped up beside him.

“Harry? I need to talk to you.”

He turned to see a woman who looked like Fleur but twenty years younger. It was Victoire, of course. She was as beautiful as ever with her flowing blond locks and those clever blue eyes of hers. She was twenty now and showing a talent for magic that almost anyone twice her age would beg for.

“Victoire,” he smiled genuinely. “What’s up?”

Victoire glanced around them quickly. “Not here,” she said as she took his hand and pulled him away from the living room.

Harry let himself be led out into the vacant kitchen and watched on curiously as Victoire quickly threw up a silencing charm. Before he could say a word though, Victoire beat him to the punch.

“Ginny’s cheating on you,” Victoire blurted out. “She has been for a couple of years now. I only just found out a few nights ago when she came to visit and confessed everything to my dad. And then she…”

Her fists clenched tightly at her side, and suddenly Harry was seriously concerned. Bill was here and seemed alright, but…

“What did she do?” Harry asked bluntly.

“She obliviated him,” Victoire answered with a righteous fury. “And then she fled like a coward. We need to do something about this.”

Given how many people Ginny had slept with, Harry knew that others had to be aware of this. Secrets rarely stayed as such forever, and it was likely that even a few people in his extended family knew or had suspicions about what Ginny had been up to, but no one had ever approached him directly and told him this. To hear it from Victoire felt reassuring, like he wasn’t alone in seeing how messed up this really was.

But as grateful as he was, he didn’t want Victoire getting caught up in his plans for revenge.

“Thank you,” Harry told her sincerely. “I’ll handle it.”

Victoire shook her head. “We’ll handle it,” she corrected him. “She went after my dad too, and I want revenge just as bad as you do.”

“I don’t—” Harry began to say.

“Please,” Victoire rolled her eyes the way that only a twenty-year-old could. “I’m not stupid. I know what you’ve been doing to her lovers, and I think it’s absolutely brilliant. But you can’t just stop with them. You need to get revenge on Ginny… and find a new wife for that matter.”

“That hasn’t exactly been at the top of my priority list at the moment,” Harry replied, neither confirming nor denying her accusations.

“Which is why I’m here to think of it for you,” Victoire told him, leaning in close. “Leave it up to me and I’ll help you start your revenge on Ginny.”

“Victoire, I really don’t think that this is all necessary,” Harry said.

“Too late,” Victoire grinned. “I’ve already come up with a brilliant plan, and I know that you’ll love it just as much as I will.”

Suddenly, Victoire turned around and spotted Ginny walking down the corridor towards them in the kitchen. With her wand behind her back, she instantly dissolved the silencing charm and put on a perfect fake smile. She walked past Ginny and back out into the party, but Ginny seemed suspicious. She watched Victoire walk all the way back before she turned to Harry.

“What was that about?” Ginny asked him.

“Nothing much,” Harry lied smoothly. “She wanted to ask me about some of the common enchanted items the Auror Department had been finding on criminals lately. I think she was curious if anything new was dominating the market and if counter enchantments had been developed for them or not.”

“Uh huh,” Ginny vocalised, tuning out the conversation as soon as Harry started getting into the specifics. She glanced back over her shoulder and looked back at the party. “Don’t stay in here for too long. People were wondering where you went off to.”

“Don’t worry,” Harry said. “I’ll head back right now.”

The rest of the party felt like a blur. Harry spent the time chatting with everyone from the Weasley family, but it was Ginny who was calling the shots. She delivered a fantastic supper that she ordered Kreacher to cook for them and made sure that everything ran smoothly. She acted the part and kissed Harry on the cheek in front of everyone when Arthur called for a toast to Harry’s excellent arrest record in recent months. It was all perfect as it had been for months, but Harry felt nothing inside for Ginny anymore except for frustration and anger.

Eventually, Harry and Ginny saw everyone out of the house and then their own children went to bed. Harry helped Kreacher finish cleaning up the party before he too made his way back up to his bedroom and found Ginny already fast asleep.

He climbed into bed next to her and began to doze off until he received an alert from his wards that someone had returned to his house.

At first, he figured that one of the Weasleys had just forgotten something, and since Kreacher didn’t alert him, he figured that everything was alright. Then the security charm he’d placed on his and Ginny’s bedroom door signalled that someone was entering in.

The faint light flickering in from the candles in the hallway outside of his room outlined Victoire’s frame perfectly. It was impossible to miss her flowing blond hair and her slim waist. She didn’t seem to be wearing much besides some type of thin camisole and some panties. She quickly slipped inside of his bedroom, leaving the door open enough so that a bit of light still trickled into the room.

Harry sat up slightly. “Victoire?” He called out quietly so as to not wake up Ginny. “What are you doing in—”

His words froze in his throat when she climbed up on top of his lap. The bed shifted slightly but didn’t creak; Victoire was light enough that she could move quite silently, Harry realised.

“Shh,” Victoire practically purred. “I told you that I’d come up with a brilliant plan.”

“This?” Harry hissed in reply, gesturing to his sleeping wife with his chin.

“I’m not going to let that cow get away with anything for a minute longer,” Victoire told him as she rolled her hips over his crotch. “You deserve better than her.”

She certainly knew what she was doing in trying to tease him, and he wasn’t stopping her.

Harry tried to think back to the last time he’d actually had sex with Ginny. It had to have been at least a month… no, two months since their last encounter. It’d been right after he’d won some prestigious award from the I.C.W. over his actions as an Auror. Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to stay at the party for long due to the time difference in America, and right when they got home, Ginny had pounced on him. Maybe it was because she didn’t get the chance to find someone else to fuck at the party that she’d resorted to him.

Their sex life wasn’t anything exciting beyond that. They had plenty of dry spells—mostly in the past few years, likely when her string of affairs began—and whenever they did have sex, it was always relatively vanilla and safe.

What Victoire was doing was anything but safe.

Harry liked that.

He wasn’t close enough to Victoire to really know her well, and he wasn’t blood related to her either. He’d only occasionally visited Fleur and Bill and seen her then. It was really once she was an adult and had graduated from Hogwarts that he’d truly gotten to know her. She was a truly clever and beautiful witch, and the fact that she was throwing herself at him here was especially enticing.

As he looked over at his sleeping wife, he wondered if he wanted to do this to her. He knew just how bad cheating hurt.

But was it really cheating if she’d already gone outside of their marriage? Maybe it was, but it didn’t feel wrong to Harry. This wasn’t a way for him to get revenge on his wife or balance out the scales so to speak. This was a chance for him to explore what the future might hold once his marriage to Ginny ended.

He didn’t know how Bill would feel about this, but from conversations he’d had with Fleur over the years, he felt relatively confident that she’d approve of any relationship he had with Victoire.

“If you’re noisy, you’ll wake up Ginny,” Harry warned Victoire as he grasped her hips.

Victoire grinned at him. “Maybe I want her to wake up. To have a little taste of what she’s been doing to you for months.” She leaned in close to him. Her breathy words warmed his ear. “Just imagine if she woke up and saw me riding your thick, fat cock. What would she say when you cum inside of my tight pussy?”

“I think that she’d say that you’re a very naughty girl,” Harry grinned back. He lifted her up off of him and used his feet to kick back the sheets from his side of the bed. He’d slept naked for so long that it felt natural to him now, and settling Victoire’s cloth-covered pussy onto his hardening cock felt just right.

Victoire giggled quietly. “I can be very naughty when I want to,” she said as her fingers danced around his bare chest. She kept rocking her hips against him until Harry could feel the wetness seeping through her panties and onto his cock. She was grinding back and forth along his shaft, using it to pleasure herself as she kept whispering to him. “With a cock like this, I never would’ve cheated on you like Ginny did. I’d be a perfect Veela slut for one man only: you. I’d wait for you to come home every day with my pussy already wet so that you could fuck me over and over again until neither of us can take it anymore. We could do so many beautiful things together.”

Harry let his hands slide up Victoire’s side until he found the curve of her breasts. He had no shame or hesitation as he ran his thumbs up them until he found her pebbled nipples through her camisole.

“I can’t wait to see these bouncing while you ride my cock,” Harry murmured to her.

A shudder of pure lust shot through Victoire at his words. She pressed down hard on his cock and twisted her body back and forth, ushering in more friction. “Fuck, if you keep talking to me like that, I might just cum before you’re even inside of me.”

“We can’t have that now,” Harry said teasingly as he retracted his hands. “Your first orgasm with me has to be while I’m cumming into your tight pussy.”

Victoire let out a needy whimper as she stretched out her legs along Harry’s. She shimmied out of panties and tossed them aside carelessly over Ginny’s sleeping body before doing the same with her camisole. Her lithe body slithered along Harry’s as she sat back up and squatted over his crotch. Her pussy was dripping with moisture and just begging to be fucked.

“Please,” Victoire whined quietly. “Put it in.”

There was no turning back now, and Harry didn’t hesitate in the slightest as he lined the tip of his cock up with the slick folds of Victoire’s pussy. The moment he connected them, Victoire began to sink down onto his girthy shaft. Her mouth hung open in sheer awe as his cock stretched out her pussy unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Victoire moaned quietly as she finally sank all the way down, letting his cock bottom out inside of her pussy. She leaned back, pressing her arse down against his thighs, and squeezed her tight walls around him.

“You’re so much tighter than Ginny ever was,” Harry groaned softly. As he said her name, he glanced over, wondering what Ginny was dreaming about right now. Was she imagining some random man with a package half the size of Harry’s fucking her?

Victoire suddenly collapsed forwards. Her perky breasts squished down onto his chest as her lips crashed against his in a desperate, heated kiss. She didn’t seem to care how loud she was as she kissed him again and again. If Ginny woke up, then so be it.

Her hips began to rise up slowly, as though Victoire was testing the waters. She moved smoothly and slowly at first, letting his cock become accustomed to the silky walls around it, but this didn’t last long. Neither of them were going to be sated with just this, and so Victoire began moving faster.

The bed rocked and the room was filled with the rhythmic clapping of Victoire’s arse slamming down onto his thighs as she bounced on his cock. Harry kept kissing Victoire, feeling an utter thrill of finally being with a woman who truly lusted after him and saw the value in his behaviour. If this kept up, he could imagine making Victoire a perfect accomplice in his mission against Ginny’s lovers. But thoughts like that could wait until later. Right now, his mind was solely focused on giving and receiving the maximum amount of pleasure.

As Victoire sat up and stared down at Harry with pride on her face, his eyes locked onto her beautiful bouncing breasts. His hands couldn’t help but grab onto them and squeeze them roughly, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips.

“You’re going to spoil me with this cock,” Victoire moaned loudly. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard on your cock. You’re hitting me so deep!”

Victoire squealed as Harry thrust up into her, and then there was a sudden gasp next to them.

Ginny was still trying to wipe the sleepiness from her mind as she stared at Victoire bouncing on Harry’s cock. It took her several moments to process what was going on, and neither Victoire nor Harry stopped their movements.

“Harry? Harry!” Ginny’s face went wide with indignation as she finally fully took in the sight before her. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re being replaced.” Victoire giggled like she was drunk after finally being caught. “Harry’s found a newer, better woman to be with. You’re yesterday's news. He won’t bother fucking your worn-out cunt any longer when he has me instead.”

Ginny’s indignant look turned into something of rage, but she was still utterly locked in shock at what she was seeing. Her eyes angrily demanded Harry to put a stop to what was going on, but when he didn’t, a look of weakness crossed over her features.

“We’re done,” Harry told Ginny bluntly as he squeezed Victoire’s breasts and thrust up into her pussy just as she slammed down onto him. “I’m—”

He groaned as Victoire’s walls fluttered around him.

“Do you feel that?” Victoire cooed. “I’m about to cum, and that means it’s time for you to cum too. You promised me that my first orgasm with you would be while you were filling me up with your sticky, hot load. Show your wife who your cock belongs to now. Come on baby, cum in my sweet little pussy.”

“Absolutely not!” Ginny exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “Harry, if you do this, then you’ll be in some serious trouble! I’ll—”

Her words froze and a look of shock shot across her face as Victoire flung her head back and cried out to the heavens. Her body trembled as she slammed down hard onto Harry’s cock one final time, and Harry lost control over himself. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of her spasming pussy, and he unleashed a flood of hot seed deep into her womb. Her walls milked his cock for every last drop, and as she collapsed onto his chest with a lazy smile, Ginny suddenly bolted from bed.

Even the sound of sobs and retching coming from the bathroom wasn’t enough to ruin the mood.

It took Ginny two minutes to come bolting back out of the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of poorly-conjured clothes. Tears were still streaking down her cheeks as she tore out of the bedroom and ran downstairs, likely to take the floo somewhere else. Harry figured that she was probably off to one of her lovers for comfort, but he didn’t care.

Revenge was sweet, but it was even better when it led to a brighter tomorrow.