Etiqueta Social
Rose was very careful in closing, warding and silencing the curtains around her four posts bed. The witch made sure that all the other girls in her dorm, including Gabrielle, had already fallen asleep, because she didn't want to take the chance of being interrupted. The only other person who could feel what she was doing was Harry, and he was probably sleeping as well, after coming twice inside Susan's pussy that night, as Rose herself felt through their shared bond. Maybe she could give him some nice dreams, Rose thought with a smile.
Opening her purse, Rose took the small box Daphne had given her a couple hours ago and remembered the conversation they had just after Harry and all the girls got together to make the final decisions about the coven inner circle. It had been a long discussion, but at the end, they had reached a decision and things could finally move forward.
"So …" Daphne said, approaching Rose after the discussion, staying behind while the others left. "Have you taken the potion I gave you?"
"Yes, and, hum … I felt nothing at all." Rose responded, a little confused.
"You are not suppose to. That potion is just to keep you clean."
"Clean?" Rose was confused for a couple seconds, before realization come to her. "Oh!"
"Don't worry, it's harmless, I did the potion myself. I take it once a week, as well as Fleur and Gabby." Daphne said, and Rose nodded. "Here." The Slytherin passed a small package to Rose. "And, before you ask, because I know you will. No, this is not mine, I bought one for you. Harry is about five or six, but you should start at one?"
"Ok … what should I …"
"It's quite simple; at first, just masturbate using it, when you get used to the size, go up a number, to do so, just touch it with your wand." Daphne finished, as if she had said the most normal thing in the world.
Sitting on her bed, Rose carefully opened the small package, curious about what she would find inside, although she had a good idea. But, when she held the red dildo in her hand she was … disappointed.
The shining, slick object was no bigger than her index finger and certainly much, much smaller than Harry's hard dick. Rose bit her lip, but trusted Daphne, She noticed that it had its own self lubrication charm, which made things easier.
Rose laid down on her bed, letting her mind wonder, remembering how Harry had described to her, with sordid and pornographic details, how he had stretched Iris Ovidious, the Minister of Magic, insides and fucked her milf cunt until he painted her insides white with his sperm. Biting her lips, Rose laid down on her pillows, conjuring images of her other half, the one that she knew so well now, pounding the older witch with resolve, ruining her for any other man, while the almost god like Veela made Iris eat her pussy. The girl's hands traveled softly over her chest, feeling her own hard and sensitive nipples under the oversized Smashing Pumpkins shirt she was wearing, before going down her flat stomach and her already wet and swollen mound. Grabbing each side of her panties, Rose removed the soaked piece of fabric, gaining easy access to her own fleshy pink folds. She ran her fingers through her wet slit, first up, softly, until her digit reached her trembling clitoris, which she encircled with a smooth motion, before coming back down, reaching for her own entrance. Images of Harry and the two women floated in her mind, as she introduced first one, than two fingers inside her, with a soft moan. By Merlin, how she desired he was there with her right now.
Rose removed her fingers from inside her with a moan and moved them down, spreading her own pussy juices, encircling her pulsating pink anus with her wet fingers, first around her muscle, a sensation only Harry had made her feel before, then, with a slight hint of pressure, she pushed the fingertip against her asshole. Feeling ready, the young witch took the small red dildo, and replaced her finger with it. Remembering what Daphne had told her, Rose used her other hand to keep working on her clitoris, her whole world concentrated on the sensitive lump, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, as her fingers moved faster and faster. Rose then started applying pressure on the small object pressed against her back entrance and, little by little, the red lubricated dildo entered her. It was warm and the strange sensation was mixed with the pleasure she was getting from manipulating her sensitive nub. Harry had fingered her ass lightly before and the inanimate object wasn't nearly as good, but she found the sensations interesting enough to press on and on, until the circular base was rubbing against her sphincter.
Rose could understand Daphne and her methods, as the pleasure came from all her senses and sensitive spots mixed, the girl bucked her hips up, pressing her anal muscles against the dildo while her hand worked her hungry, dripping pussy. Rose instinctively started rocking her hips up and down, feeling the object inside her, caressing her insides while her orgasm approached fast. The movement from her fingers against her clit became frantic, while she moaned, images of the emerald eyed boy and his perfect cock dancing inside her mind while a puddle of her own fluids started forming under her. "Hum … Harry, Harry … fuck fuck fuck … " She whispered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible as her climax approached.
Rose came on her own hands, seeing stars while her juices overflowed with one last rock from her perfect hips, squeezing the dildo inside her asshole one last time, trembling with pleasure.
Then, with a deep breath, her entire body relaxed, and the happy witch fell asleep, with the red dildo still inside her.
.OvO.
Susan, Harry, Tracey and Rose quickly entered the carriage that would take them to Hogsmeade, trying to escape the chilling wind that blew over the highlands region that day, the kind of wind that cut deep, no matter how many layers of clothing a person would wear.
Rose swiftly took the place besides Harry and muzzled her cold nose on his deliciously warm neck. Susan felt just a little jealous of their position, seating in front of them with Tracey, but at the same time, she knew both Potters had a hard task ahead of them today, and would need all the strength they could give to each other.
"Soooo …" Tracey started with a mischievous grin as the carriage started trembling down the road. "What was so secretive that you had to talk to Daphne alone yesterday, Rose?"
"Well Tracey, if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore, right?" Rose said, without lifting her head from the comfortable place on Harry's shoulder. Susan giggled at the outrageously funny expression on the blond's face.
"Oh, c'mon! I'm pretty sure it's something hooooot!"
"Why don't you ask Daphne?" Susan questioned.
"Daphne would never tell me …" Tracey huffed, crossing her arms.
"See, she is a good friend!" Rose shot. They kept the light mood all through the remaining way, talking about nothing in particular and both Harry and Rose appreciated the sensation of being normal teens once in a while.
The carriage came to a stop and the four teens got out, back in the chilling wind. There was not as many visitors in the village this time around, maybe because of the cold weather or maybe because of the previous Death Eater's attack, something that the stationary aurors around the city were a constant reminder off.
"We meet you two for lunch?" Rose asked Tracey and Susan.
"Yeap!" Tracey answered. "Meanwhile, we are going to see this new gurl on the block!" Harry raised an eyebrow. "The new resident bookworm? Don't worry, we will not scare her." Tracey finished.
"Ah, I don't think you can." Harry winked, kissing both girls goodbye on their soft lips. To Harry, Susan's Lips tasted like vanilla, while Tracey tasted like strawberries and Rose couldn't help, but giggled at the dreamy expression on both girls faces. Harry thought how good it was to openly kiss them this way and if it was not better to come clean with the entire coven business already. These feelings only grew stronger as he walked with Rose through the cold morning, even if they tried not to show off, they kept getting closer and closer, almost instinctively, until their shoulders were touching each other and their steps became synchronized. Both teens realized it and started laughing at the perk as they got closer to the villa.
Welcomed by the wards, they entered the house, trying to get away from the cold as fast as they could, noticing both the whistle of the tea pot and the beautiful Veela waiting for them. Apolline was quick to get up and give Rose a very warm and almost maternal hug before turning to Harry and hungrily kissing his mouth, giving the wizard's butt a nice squeeze.
"Good to see you too Pol." Harry laughed, after returning in kind the compliment.
"Is a shame we can't … talk … now." Apolline said with a sultry voice. "But Cissa and Monica are waiting for you in the kitchen."
Harry and Rose nodded and walked towards the kitchen, the smell of freshly made tea permeating the air around them. They opened the door to find Monica and Narcissa giggling, in a cute and passionate display of happiness, that melted Harry's heart. The teens stood in silence, watching Monica playfully feed the usually austere Narcissa Black a buttered cookie. Rose was very glad that both women had found that much happiness after all they had been through.
"Oh! Hello dears." Narcissa said, noticing them at the door, cleaning her mouth with an elegant finger. "Sorry for that …"
"Nah …" Rose waved. "It's good to see you guys enjoying each other!"
Monica smiled and started pouring tea for the newly arrived, who made themselves comfortable around the table.
"So, you wanted to talk to us?" Narcissa asked, reaching for another cookie. Rose and Harry Looked at each other and both older women noticed a hint of nervousness in their gaze. "You know that there is no reason to be nervous with us right?"
Harry looked deeply to both Narcissa and Monica, the kind of serious look that made both women weak on her knees and wet in their pussies, reminding them of that the powerful pair in front of them was more than just kids. Narcissa couldn't help but bite her lips in a display of lust.
"First of all, you need to know that we will never let any of you behind." Harry said. "You had always been family to Rose and now, we are much more … so, no matter what happens, we will never lose what we already have and can build something even better." There was something in his serious tone that put both women on the edge.
"That said." Rose took over. "We know that Mona wanted the last spot on the coven's inner circle, but something came up …"
Monica's eyes started tearing up and she clenched her fists with great strength, sensing what was coming. Narcissa looked piercingly at the two emerald eyed teens.
"How?" Narcissa's tone was low with anger and sadness. "How can you do this to her, all she had ever done was love you, Harry! How could you?"
"And I am very grateful for all that love, but in the end I didn't asked for it, as bad as it sounds …" But women gasped. "This is not about me, this is about Rose."
"Why are you throwing me away? What did I do for you to …" Monica sobbed.
"Mona, no one is throwing you away." Rose responded. "We love you, nothing has to change. I would never keep Harry or myself from you. Even with all the problems, we …"
"Problems? What problems?" Narcissa asked sarcastically.
"C'mon aunt Cissa, you know very well." Rose sounded harsh and grabbed Harry's hand. "We all have our things to solve and seeing Monica not making steps towards solving them just like you or Apolline is hard and we don't have time. And before you start." Rose raised her other hand at the witch who was about to speak. "That was not the only reason we …"
"It was because of her!" Monica exploded, letting her tea spill over the table. "You found out that she was present in this world and threw me away! No matter the version, the little bitch always destroys everything for me!"
Suddenly, all other occupants in the kitchen could feel the rage emanating from Harry's magic, his deep eyes turned into flares.
"Please." Harry said, the power of his magic betraying the calm of his tone. "Don't talk like that about Hermione, she has gone to hell for me and I would do the same. Your problems with your daughter are yours, not hers." Harry saw the tears in Monica's eyes and retreated his magic, the woman quickly got up crying and ran out of the kitchen and the house.
"Monica wait!" Rose tried to call, but it was too late, the woman was gone.
"Look at what You did!" Narcissa said, with a harsh voice.
"No!" Rose answered, turning to the woman with her hand up. "If you guys can't understand that we don't owe you nothing, that we didn't ask for this war you threw us in, how can you expect to help us. If you can't even deal with things and admit that you can be wrong? Monica needs help Cissa!"
Narcissa looked in awe at the teens in front of her, trying to absorb their words, before going after her partner.
.OvO.
"How can I help you, miss Bones?" Iris asked with a happy tone that surprised the DMLE's chief. What the busty auror didn't know was that Iris was still on a sort of high ever since Harry had sprayed his seed inside of her. The beautiful fire haired witch had a glow over her and she felt so full of life and power, that it caught Amelia off guard.
With all the pressure the Wizengamot had been putting over the minister, Amelia hoped to find a more stressed out and subdued woman, not the radiant shimmering heart in front of her. Her auror brain started working, trying to link together the reasons for such a thing.
"Well?" Iris asked again, signaling at one of the comfortable looking chairs in front of her big dark wooden desk which, to Amelia's horror, has a computer on it, a big, beige box with a black and green screen and a big keyboard. Amelia forced herself to focus again, she had a mission here today.
"Well, Minister Ovidius." Amelia said while she sat on the chair. "Some troublesome information had come to my knowledge."
"Is that so, chief? Please …"
"It came to the DMLE the information that the ministry is holding a prisoner in its deactivated dungeons, something that only the DMLE is allowed to do."
"Oh my, really?" Iris barely tried to sound shocked, something that angered Amelia even more. "May I ask how this information reached you?"
"I prefer to keep my sources secret, I am sure you understand, Minister." Amelia had a smug grin.
"Indeed."
An uncomfortable silence fell into the room and Amelia adjusted her position on the chair, frustrated at the smile Iris was giving her.
"So?" Amelia inquired, impatiently.
"I … have … no … idea … what you are talking about …" Iris sang to the other witch, who was starting to become infuriated.
"Miss Ovidius, hear me out. I am willing to let this little … mistake … go, if said person is delivered to the rightful authorities, as I know it was only an honest misunderstanding …" Amelia tried in a more peaceful voice.
"I don't think you hear me, miss Bones. I have no idea what are you talking about. I can assure you I would never tolerate this kind of behavior from any of my employees. Now, if you excuse me, I have a lot to do and you didn't even found out who killed Umbridge yet. Good afternoon."
Amelia furiously got up and walked to the door, not sure if that was a threat or not.
.OvO.
Monica walked fast through the cold village streets, with her steps feeling heavier from sadness and frustration and a burning anger boiling inside her, the years of bruises, harsh words and bitterness between the woman and her family coming back in a way that hasn't occurred ever since she had started dating Narcissa. How could those "kids" do that to her? Hasn't she already gave up enough for them? Spoiled little brats! Just like her own daughter. Monica had really thought her Harry would be different, but it just needed a younger pussy to appear that he had thrown her away.
Without noticing, her steps took her to the very last place she wished to be. Looking up, Monica realized she was in front of Tomes and Books, she could even see the other Hermione through the window, organizing the books with a soft smile on her face. Monica felt a surge of anger at how pretty, young and full of life the other woman looked and hated her beaten body even more. How could she think she even stood a chance? How long until even Narcissa realize she could do better?
Clenching her fists, Monica walked inside the book store, not sure what to do.
Hermione on the other hand, was having the most pleasant day. Movement was low on the store, but the arrival from both Tracey and Susan had lighten up the place. They had come to know her, and talk about a little of everything. Hermione was surprised how different Susan was from the bickering girl she used to know, and Tracey … well, Tracey was just the same. The older witch could tell they were a little nervous about meeting her, but quickly, things got on their way and Hermione could remember how it was to feel young and alive again.
"Books and parchment, how can I help …" Hermione said when she heard the small bell over the door ringing, announcing a new incomer, but her smile died when she saw the disjointed woman in front of her, with a red nose and even redder deep eyes. Her painful face surrounded by a messy mane of hair, almost like her own, but in a complete mess. Tracey stepped forward, worried.
"Hum, Mona, what's happening, are you ok?" The blond teen asked.
"No … nothing is ok …" Monica responded with a low, trembling voice.
"Miss Granger." Susan spoke. "Have you talked to Harry and Rose?" Monica only nodded affirmatively, looking at Hermione. "You have to understand …"
"I understand very well!" Monica interrupted. "It's all because of you!" She pointed at Hermione, still trembling. "No matter what reality, no matter of coming from me or not, you always destroys everything!" The three girls were taken aback by the ferocity in the older woman's voice. "I have been with him, with them, their entire life and you just shows up from nowhere, without any help and destroy my only chance to be part of something, to become someone speci …"
SLAP!
Monica almost fell to the ground with the impact of Hermione's hand on her face, interrupting her with the echoing slapping sound and the piercing paint on her left cheek.
At least, it was not a punch.
"How dare you say that" Hermione's tone was low, but incredibly commanding. "Harry and Rose are not your ticket into some fantasy story. You had your chance to belong to this world, through your own flesh and blood, but instead, you abandoned her to pursue a dream and who was there for her? A monster! Yes Monica Granger, you are a victim, but so is your daughter. I don't know if she can be saved, but, if it is possible, the only one who can do it is you."
Monica looked at the young woman with wide eyes, the words hurting a lot more than the burning on her cheeks.
"But first …" Hermione continued with a softer voice. "You need to help yourself. I don't know what is going to happen and we may never be able to look eye to eye, but I will follow Harry wherever he needs me."
At that moment, the bell over the door rung again, as said young wizard entered the bookstore in a rush, followed by Rose and an exasperated Narcissa. The three of them froze for a couple seconds at the scene inside, before Narcissa run into Monica, hugging her lover and trying to convey as much care as she could. Monica returned the embrace, and looking at Harry and Rose with her teary red eyes said.
"I … I need help …"
"And we will help you …" Rose said.
.OvO.
"We already know about the horcrux …" Rose said, lifting one finger." And even know a way to contact Tom Riddle's soul right? So, why am I doing this again?" She finished, clearly uncomfortable in the beautiful silver dress she was wearing, with a tight top and flowing series of skirts over her legs.
"Because." Daphne answered. "Despite being and old coward snake, Slughorn has some incredible contacts all over the magical world and that can be very important for our future Rose." The Slytherin girl was dressed in an elegant long sleeved gothic style dress and was amazed by how beautiful Rose actually looked that night. If she played the cards right, things could go very well for them politically that night.
"I wish Harry was here …" Rose sighed.
"Me too, really, but our boyfriend was not invited, as I heard, Slughorn think he's some kind of barbarian. It is better that we don't force the issue." Daphne said, also missing the young wizard, even if she had him the day before. The Slytherin had long admitted to herself she was in love and how much she enjoyed his proximity and even other things she found repulsive in other people, like his scent or the way he got busy bumps every time the young witch run her hands through his messy hair. And the irony of that was not missed to her. "Who's gonna take care of him today?"
"Gabby …"
"You know, I'm starting to see the merit of what Tracey has done, sure, she is getting some heat for it, specially in the dungeons, but at least she don't have to hide anymore." Daphne wondered.
"Yes, I think that once we sacred our final member, there will be no more reason to keep this … charade." Rose responded and Daphne nodded in accordance. The girls could already hear the soft music coming from the big room at the end of the hallway, as they approached the party.
Rose have a small sigh when they entered but, to her credit, the young woman put on her best sympathetic face and moved forward. As soon as Rose Potter did that, she was a sight to behold, her smile was contagious and her deep emerald eyes were luminous, able to make almost anyone lower their defenses. At that point, she was more like James than Harry, she could talk easily, listen and be open. Daphne watched as people even gravitated towards her side and how that was something that had always driven Malfoy insane. Daphne knew she had the cunning of an underhand, but Rose had the charisma to be Ministry one day, if she wanted.
Slughorn himself was very welcoming and affable when both beautiful girls entered the room, drawing the attention from many of the presents, some of whom Daphne could easily recognize, like the Angela Robins, one of the Harpies chaser and the old man was startled when he discovered that Rose was already in acquaintances with the Weird Sisters vocalist. The room was very refinely decorated, leaning on winter and solstice themes, with even a little hint of Christmas, for the few muggleborns present.
All in all, both Daphne and Rose through the night was a success, up until the point Lady Mandragora Malfoy walked into the room.
She looked beautiful, with a very modern and stylish hair cut, golden snakes earrings and dressed in a beautiful white long dress that accentuated her very elegant and feminine forms. Once more, both Rose and Daphne were baffled by how comfortable she looked in a woman's body, giving even more credence to the fact she has always been a girl. Blaise Zabini also looked beautiful himself, with robes as dark as glistening skin, contrasting with his grey eyes and a smile that exuded confidence. It was almost impossible not to look at them, as they floated around the room, greeting people with professor Slughorn.
"I thought the old man wanted nothing to do with Malfoy." Rose whispered to Daphne.
"Clearly something had changed. Shit, if Malfoy as a girl is half as good at this game as her mother, she will still be ten times better than her father …" There was some genuine concern in Daphne's voice.
To the Slytherin surprise though, the night continued without problems, not as it did on Harry's world. "Well, I guess if you remove too much testosterone from the equation, things get less violent, at least for a while." She wondered as she watched both Malfoy and Rose talking to the rich owner of most magical bookstores in Britain. Daphne scenes around and soon found what she was looking for.
Just like her, Blaise was observing the two girls while holding a glass of red wine, seemingly completely relaxed next to the food table, with a smile just as dangerous as it was pretty.
"Doesn't they look beautiful?" The young wizard said when Daphne approached him. "We could be seeing a preview of the future of magical Britain right now …" He turned his grey eyes to the black haired witch. "If they both survive."
Daphne weighed his words carefully.
"You … surprised me, Zabine." Daphne finally said.
"Hum, surprised, the Ice Queen ... that must be some kind if achievement. May I ask, how so, Greengrass?"
"I thought your family didn't choose sides?"
"Oh, did you?" Blaise smiled. "Or, did we?"
Daphne shrugged, she knew his games.
"When one chooses, the other follow." It was all she said. Blaise turned his eyes back at the other two girls.
"The real question." He said, without looking at Daphne. "Is Why?" Daphne nodded at him. "My family don't care for blood purity. Damn, they said my aunt married a centaur just because of his … equipment." He smiled at his own joke, Daphne was not sure if it was the wine or some diversion.
"Only the fools think this is only about bloodline purity." Daphne responded and Blaise raised his glass.
"Cheers for us, the non-fools!" The wizard said. "My aunt also was, not a fool …" he said, taking a sip from his wine. "She has a constant limp, of course, but she is also very happy."
Daphne looked back at Rose and Malfoy, there was something she was missing here.
"Malfoy can give you something that Rose never could …" Daphne concluded.
"Never, not anymore …" Blaise said.
"If you think you have chosen the winning side …"
"Oh no Greengrass, we make the winners." Blaise said with a grin.
.OvO.
Harry was seated in front of a fireplace, he was not sure it was real, like many things that appeared inside the Room of Requirements. The fire was not as warm as it should be if it was coming from a real fireplace, but magic tended to do these things, like when you threw the green powder that allowed for almost instantaneous transportation. There was also a table and a loveseat and, behind them, a big, round bed with a mirror on top, just like he knew his Veela lover liked.
His thoughts got away from the magical fire and turned to his girls, girlfriends, lovers? He was not sure how to properly call them anymore, the only thing he knew was how important they were. He felt the pulse of his accumulated magic as he conjured images of them and how he loved each and every one of them, in their own terms. He must be the luckiest unlucky guy in all worlds, he concluded with a chuckle. Harry felt his dick hardening, just thinking about Gabrielle and what they were about to do.
Almost if by magic, Harry heard the door opening behind him and turned around, only to be graced with a delicious surprise. The beautiful young Veela opened the door, but she was not alone, she had brought Tracey, who was dressed in her long school robes, closed at the front. But what really called Harry's attention was the shy expression she had, so uncharacteristic from the sappy blond, as well of the mischievous grin on the Gabrielle's face.
"That is … unexpected." Harry commented getting up from his chair, really confused at how flushed his usual talkative girl looked.
"Oui Mon Cher …" Gabrielle answered, moving forward, she was dressed with a version of the school uniform, only with a much, much shorter skirt, that ended just below her crotch, hypnotizing Harry with her milk tights as she walked towards him. Harry felt his dick pulsing, pushing against his trousers. "I know you had a hard time with Monica, so I decided to get you a surprise." The Veela said, pulling Harry by his necktie and assaulting his lips with her own, full of lust and passion. Harry grabbed her small waist and opened his mouth, letting the girl deepen the kiss, invading his mouth with her extraordinary long tongue. Gabrielle moaned at the pleasure the simple act of kissing Harry gave her, all she wanted was to rip his clothes off and ride his delicious cock all night, but today, she had other plans. With a swift move, the Veela pushed Harry back into the chair and stood up in front if him, letting her allure flow freely. Harry bit his lips at how beautiful and sensual she looked, roving over him.
"Now … to my surprise …" Gabrielle moaned, full of lust. "Tracey!" The Veela called with a commanding voice that surprised Harry. The other blond girl promptly moved forward, with her head down and Harry was momentarily worried about her.
"Yes …" Tracey responded in a low voice as she stopped right besides Gabrielle and again Harry was surprised by her attitude. He was about to ask if everything was ok, if she even wanted to be there, when he got a glimpse of her flushed cheeks and her eyes shining with what he could only describe as hungry and arousal.
"Show him!" Gabrielle all but commanded again and, with a little shiver, Tracey grabbed her robes and, breathing heavily, opened them, showing Harry what was underneath. Harry smiled, as the white, flushed flesh revealed itself. Tracey was wearing a sexy one piece lace lingerie, gently hugging her more generous curves. Harry could see the young girl was trembling in a mixture of shyness and excitement. Tracey let the robe fall to the ground and Harry could have a very good look of her body. The teen had generous curves with wide hips and just a hint of a belly, that Harry found extremely sexy.
Gabrielle placed a hand under Tracey's chin, making the girl look at Harry and with the other, caressed the "shy" girl's right breast.
"Isn't she pretty, Harry?" Gabrielle said, circling Tracey's nipple, Harry smiled and nodded, his cock pressed against his trousers. "I have get her ready for you, Mon Cher, so you can use her as the cumdumpster she is …" Harry was taken aback by the language Gabrielle used, but the look on Tracey's eyes told him everything he needed. "Oh Harry … how she crave for your big cock, to be filled with your thick cum …" Harry could see the humidity accumulating on Tracey's sexy lingerie, as she trembled slightly.
"Tracey …" Harry said, with a soft voice, making the blond girl look into his deep emerald eyes and the grin on his pretty face sent shivers down her spine. Gabrielle looked at him with a raised eyebrow, haven't he understood? "Tracey … on your knees."
Tracey moaned, Harry's voice was low, and loving, but he was not asking, no, Harry was demanding, commanding her and the surge of strong, dominant magic that accompanied his voice, was enough for her to bulk to her knees, as her panties got soaked with her arousal. Gabrielle's smile widen, only her mate could have given Tracey the reassuring she needed, while he dominated her.
"So, you have been thinking about me while Gabrielle fucked you?" He asked, his voice still controlled, and Tracey nodded, almost like a little child. Harry laid back on the chair, and opened his legs just slightly. "Show me."
Again, it was not a request.
Tracey approached him with reverence, running her hands up his tights, her eyes glued at the huge bulge on his groin. How she hoped to do everything Gabrielle had taught her right, to please him and deserve his love. To serve him. Gabrielle laid back on the loveseat and spread her legs, giving Harry a full view of her perfect bald and wet folds. Ah, she would have him, but only after he had ravished Tracey.
The girl on her knees was breathing heavily when her hands finally reach Harry's crotch. Tracey opened the fly, feeling the heat and the magic coming from the pulsating member under it, but, before reaching inside for it, she felt the wave of insecurities that had plagued her before coming back. Almost like he could feel it Harry called her with his calm, secure voice.
"Tracey, look at me." The girl looked into his eyes. "I want you to touch me, I want you to use your mouth Tracey. Suck me." Tracey shivered and dove her hands inside his trousers, touching the burning meat. His voice and his magic were so powerful that even Gabrielle had to resist the urge of getting on her knees and sucking him dry, instead, she moved her fingers over her sensitive outer labia, getting ready, she watched as Tracey pulled Harry's big cock from inside his trousers, biting her lips and running her fingers over her slit at the delicious sight.
Tracey on the other hand, gasped as she held the base of Harry's hard cock. Oh, she had seen it before, the day they played truth or dare and at the coven ritual, but now it was different. Now it was her duty to give him pleasure and she was determined to do her best and prove her worth. The girl slowly stroke the hot piece of manly meat in her hands and knew, deep inside, she was ready to worship it. Harry was being patient, enjoying the slow stroking motion, trying to read the girl in front of him. He had always known the way Tracey acted was a facade to hide her own insecurities, about being a half blood or a woman or not as pretty as Daphne (in her opinion, for Harry she was just as pretty in her own way) and he really wanted her to feel safe to deliver herself into his hands. Tracey moved her head and using her wet tongue, licked the underside of Harry's dick all the way from the base up to the spongious purplish head. Harry gave her a reassuring smile, that prompted a second licking. Tracey was not sure if it was his magic, or the coven bonding, but she was amazed at how good he tasted, she couldn't pin why, only that it tasted like safety. She felt his hand on her neck, holding gently, but firmly, at the hairs on the base of her skull, pushing her against his balls and the base of his cock. Tracey couldn't help but take a deep breath at this, inhaling his intoxicating scent, making with even more of he love juice flowed from her wanting pussy. Harry made her head turn, so she could look at him and his mischievous grin, while holding his dick with the other hand.
"Open it ..." he said, reaching for his own cock. Eager to obey, Tracey opened her mouth, letting her tongue out, so Harry could fuck her face as much as he like. "That's it babe …" Harry said, placing the pulsating head if his dick on her tongue and pushing it inside her wet mouth. He moved back, only to press it on again, just deep enough for her to know he was in charge, but not gag. Gabrielle had her legs spread open and pushed two fingers inside her own dripping pussy, watching Harry use Tracey s face as a toy and, by the look of pure bliss on the other girl's face, that was exactly what she wanted. The Veela's wet cunt started making obscene wet noises that mixed with the gorgoling moans of Tracey.
Although he felt a little uncomfortable at first, Harry was now fully immersed at in his role, holding the hair on the back of Tracey's head firmly, but without hurting her, guiding her movements as he fucked her mouth. Still holding the base of his penis, Harry pulled the witch's head back, making her unwillingly release his dick, accompanied by a profusion of saliva, making a mess on both her chin and Harry's trousers. Harry then suddenly slammed his hard member on the girl's cheek, not strong enough to hurt, but enough to make an obscene slapping noise, spreading the saliva over her face. Harry was surprised by the moan full of pleasure coming from both Tracey and Gabrielle and he rubbed his dick over the blond witch's face.
Then, with a swift move, Harry grabbed Tracey's legs and with eeep sound from the girl, exchanged positions with her, placing the messy girl on the comfortable chair, and spreading her legs as much as he could, almost so her knees touched her shoulders, revealing her lingerie covered labia and asshole entirely to him. Tracey was breathing heavily, she was more wet than she had ever been. Harry was so strong that he could easily overpower her, and she never felt so exposed and vulnerable as she was now, with this powerful wizard looking hungrily at her soaked pussy, with his full fledged erection, still dripping from her saliva, trembling at her.
She had never felt so much pleasure in her life and Harry was just beginning.
Harry pushed the button of her lingerie to the side, finally exposing her dripping pussy, Tracey held her breath, as Harry approached his big cock to her entrance and brushed the head of his member all over her slit, gathering her cunt juices and spreading them around her mound, making it almost as messy as her face.
"Now Tracey." Harry started, as he brushed his dick against her clitoris, making the girl moan. "I will tell this only once, and I want you to hear me well. "This …" he said, slapping his dick over her pussy, making Tracey moan loudly. "This is mine now and I want you to be ready, Tracey …" Tracey looked at him with wide eyes, the mere friction of his cock over her was just too good. "Because, it is mine and I will take it whenever I want! I want you to be ready to bend over and let me cum inside you when I ask, do you understand?" The witch nodded, emphatically. "And you must let any of our girls use this cute mouth as much as they want, understand?" Again Tracey moaned and sheeply agreed. "You are a good girl Tracey, and I will show how much I appreciate you." Harry said, this time in his normal, loving voice, positioning the purplish head if his dick at her entrance and, looking deeply into her eyes, pushing in.
Tracey threw her head back, screaming in pleasure at the sensation of having her pussy filled by a real cock for the first time. Nothing that she had done to herself or even Gabrielle and her toys, could compare to this, she could feel Harry's warmth invading her, inch by inch, giving her a sensation of fullness she was not even aware she could have. Her inner wall tightened around him and she could even feel his dick trembling inside her. Harry withdrew slowly and Tracey felt like her pussy wanted to keep him in and, when she started feeling empty, Harry pushed back inside, a little stronger this time.
"YES YES YES!" Tracey screamed as Harry pumped inside her, faster and faster. "Fuck me, fuck me Harry! I am yours to use … please, please!"
"Yes Tracey …" Harry said between his own moans. "Listen to to noises you pussy is making, so needy … is almost like she don't want to let me go…"
"Yes, yes, I want you inside my pussy, please … pleeeeeease!" Tracey screamed as her eyes rolled back, her own nails craved inside the back of her knees as she held her legs apart, loving each second as Harry "used" her as a toy. A line of drool came out of her mouth, who seemed freezed in a silly smile, as the speed of the slapping of Harry's flesh against her increased. Tracey knew she would not be able to live without this any more, whirling having her pussy used by Harry until it was swollen, her magic was his now and she never felt so loved, so secure, his own magic welcomed hers with open arms and with a burst, made her even stronger. With a scream, Tracey came, convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure, but Harry didn't stop, keeping her in an orgasmic high for what seemed like forever, until Harry himself came with a grunt, painting her wanting insides with his hot sperm, rope after rope, his magic pulsating with each burst.
Tracey started coming down, when Harry removed his still hard cock from inside her. The wizard watched her with a hint of pride, as his spunk leaked from the girl's used pussy and the satisfied smile on her face. But he was not done yet, not tonight.
He turned around to look at a panting little Veela, who had her legs spread, looking at him with a mischievous grin. Gabrielle lifted her hand, completely soaked with her own sweet love juices and, perhaps imitating the mess that was Tracey now, spread her pussy fluids over her face, before sucking her fingers. Harry returned her grin and finished removing his clothes and walked towards her.
"Oui mon amour …" Gabrielle purred like a cat, the way she knew Harry liked. "I am ready for you."
"Are you sure, little bird?" Harry teased, his magic irradiating, mixing with her allure. He reached down, placing his hands on each side of her incredible narrow waist and with a strong move, turned her around. Gabrielle giggled with surprise, as her butt became totally exposed to her mate. The Veela moaned while his strong hands explored her perfect ass, the inner side of her tights and her dripping pussy.
"Tracey!" Harry called and his commanding voice was enough to bring the girl back to reality. Tracey got up on her trembling legs and obediently approached Harry and Gabrielle. The sight of her Harry unceremoniously fondling the French girl's perfect butt was so enticing, that she felt her arousal returning. Harry looked at her with a grin when she came closer, and firmly, spread Gabrielle's buttocks, revealing her small, pink anus. Gabrielle moaned, she knew what was about to come and she felt a mix of apprehension and excitement.
"Now Tracey …" Harry said. "I want you to let Gabby's asshole as messy as you did my cock."
"Yes …" Tracey moaned, getting a little above the Veela's butt and then let a line of her spit flow from her mouth into the pulsating muscle. The sheer erotism of the action sent shivers over Gabrielle's body, specially when she felt the warm saliva touching her anus. She bent her body even more, showing Harry she was ready for him.
Tracey watched with fascination while Harry touched the Veela's ass with the tip of his cock. To the girl, Harry's dick appeared so unbelievably big and Gabrielle's anus so small, that it could never fit, but Harry pressed on with a grunt, savoring the delicious pressure that enveloped him as he parted the little French's asshole, pushing, inch by inch, slowly, inside her tightest hole. Gabrielle relaxed and moaned at the sensation. She had played there before, and she was decided to let Harry have her any way he wanted and it was way better than she thought it would be. She was not sure if it was because she was a Veela and he was her mate or maybe it was the bonding from the coven, but Harry felt just right inside her.
"Oui mom amour … don't worry, keep pushing, I want you all inside …" The Veela moaned, and Harry obliged, pushing until he was completely inside her. "Ah … that is so good …" Gabrielle moaned in French.
"I will move now." Harry said, after giving her a couple minutes to get used to him there and a pleasurable moan was all he got back. Tracey could see his dick reappearing from inside Gabrielle's asshole, the muscle grabbing around his member, before he pushed inside again, making both him and Gabrielle moan. He repeated the movement, again and again, when the girl saw the fluids from the French witch's pussy running down her tights, forming a puddle on the loveseat and the sound of his balls slapping against Gabrielle's labia.
"Tracey." Harry called her attention. "Open you mouth for me …"
Tracey couldn't help but obey, Merlin she was such a submissive slut, she thought with some pride of her own. Harry moved back completely, removing his cock from inside Gabrielle's gaping asshole, who blinked, almost like it was looking for him, before shoving his dick inside Tracey's mouth. The girl moaned in surprise, as Harry fucked her mouth once again, before removing it from inside her and pushing his hard member back into the Veela pulsating anus. Harry fucked Gabrielle's ass again, while Tracey waited patiently, with her mouth slightly open. Harry then repeated his feat, removing his dick from Gabrielle and shoving it inside Tracey's mouth.
"You are a very good girl Tracey …" he said, feeling her tongue caressing his cock. "Thank you, but now, I will make this little devil bird come." Again, Harry moved his dick from inside her mouth and pressed against the Veela's anus, pushing it inside with gusto, making Gabrielle moan loudly. Harry placed one hand on each side of her hips and started pumping inside the little French with a frantic rhythm, feeling his own orgasm approaching soon. Gabrielle started screaming, as her allure flew freely, enhancing her senses, each nerve of her body burning with pleasure. Her mate was fucking her, dominating her, making her his. The creature inside her sung in bliss, every time his hard, delicious cock fueled her asshole. With a scream, she came, squirting all over her legs and the loveseat and the convulsions from her orgasm were enough to send Harry over the edge, who came with a scream of his own, spreading his seed inside her anus. Harry crumbled on top of her and, with a sweet giggle, kissed her neck.
"I love you …" he whispered on Gabrielle's ear.
"I love you too …" She responded with a smile.
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Not even the delicious sensations coming from Harry were able to distract Rose for long. Somehow, she knew that Malfoy's behavior was off. The blond girl was acting too calm and to kind. She knew the wardrobe plan Harry had told her would not pan in this world. Not only the school was way more guarded but, that was not the style of the Dark Lady.
Rose could not deny that the old headmaster was becoming more and more withdrawn to his own broken mind each day, leaving more, if not all, of the schools decisions to Professor Mcgonagall.
No, Mandragora Malfoy was doing something different, something even more dangerous. The newly appointed Lady was trying to legitimize things, talking about contracts and alliances, she acted like a fog had been lifted from her head and that worried Rose.
Feeling bold, with Harry's orgasmic power running through her, Rose decided to be bold.
"You look very beautiful, Lady Malfoy." She said, approaching the girl in question, waiting for a sarcastic response.
"Thank you, miss Potter." Malfoy answered. "The same can be said of you." She continued, to Rose's surprise. Rose opened and closed her mouth, lost in words. "Is everything ok, miss Potter?"
"You … you know is not, Dra … I mean, Lady Malfoy. I don't know how you convinced Slughorn to invite you, or what are you planning, but whatever it is I will not ..."
"Well, well." Malfoy said, with a more familiar grin. "I am doing exactly what it seems, Potter, taking care of my future." Malfoy approached Rose, talking in a low voice. "You see, a big vacuum in power is about to happen and I need to be ready." The blond took a step back. "But I would not worry if I was you, Potter, I don't think you will be here anyways … By the way, you should took better care of your pets, your mudblood is really hurt by you and it is being so much fun to learn all she has to teach."
Rose gasped in anger, the other girl's smile was so evil that in that moment, Rose knew Malfoy could not be saved anymore.
AN: That's the last one I have, thanks to AWR and Sygkhis for the help editing and beta reading.
Bye and thanks for all the fish.