The next morning, Harry woke and quickly got ready for the day. They had one free day in between arriving at Hogwarts and when classes start to get situated back at Hogwarts. For Harry, this also meant that today was the day that his two attendants would be moving in across the hall from him. He had just gotten showered and changed when he met up with Hermione outside of their rooms. She gave him a nervous smile. Harry could see that she must have barely slept last night. Not that Harry did either. He was too excited and his mind was filled with thoughts about Tracey.

They made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. There were already hundreds of students in the Hall. The pair walked to the Gryffindor table and sat near the edge by the staff table. Harry's mother, Lily, was already there eating breakfast. She gave Harry a quick wave which he returned before she went back to her discussion with Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Hermione had only made it a few bites into breakfast when Ron sat down at the table across from them. He looked pale and nervous, carefully eyeing Hermione as he sat down. Hermione stiffened beside Harry and purposefully shifted herself so that she didn't have to look directly at Ron.

"Alright, mate?" Harry said.

"Alright," Ron replied with a weak smile. He opened his mouth to say more but the words never came. He slumped down in his seat before reluctantly beginning to fill his plate.

A minute of awkward silence passed as the trio slowly ate their food. Neither Ron or Hermione seemed particularly hungry as they mostly just picked at their food. Harry did his best to try to catch either of his friend's gazes but they were both doing their best to be as awkward as possible.

Harry sighed. "Look, I get that this is a weird situation, but we'll work through it together, alright?" He finally said.

Hermione didn't reply but Ron gave a slight nod. "Right, I mean, its not like we have to have sex-" the words ended as Hermione gave Ron a furious glare.

"I'll see you later, Harry," Hermione muttered as she abruptly stood up from the table and took off out of the Great Hall.

Harry looked back at Ron. "You're an idiot," he said bluntly.

"I know," Ron said, dropping his head into his heads. "Why did I say that?"

"Because its so awkward that you're brain can't think of anything else?" Harry suggested.

Ron groaned. "I never . . . I mean, I just didn't think-"

"You never do, Weasley," Draco said as he approached Ron and Harry. "That's your problem, you're dumb as a bag of rocks."

"Go away Malfoy," Harry groaned. "We don't need this right now."

Draco ignored him. "I just came over to see what got Granger in such a right state."

"Why?" Ron exploded, venting his frustration that had been building inside of him since yesterday. "Since when do you even care?"

Draco rolled his eyes at Ron. "I don't, but I for one intend to not piss off the witch who effectively controls me."

Harry frowned. "I was wondering, why did you become an attendant?"

"It's none of your business, Potter," Draco sneered. "Now where did Granger go? I need to speak to her."

"I'm gonna kill him, Harry," Ron growled as he stood up from his seat. His fists were clenched tight at his sides as he stepped up to Draco. For his part, Draco seemed utterly unconcerned by Ron's actions. He looked over at Harry and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know where she is, Malfoy," Harry sighed. "She might be in her room or in the library."

"See, I knew at least you would be good for something. Too-da-loo Weasley," Draco waved as he turned around.

"That's it!" Ron snarled as he whipped out his wand. "Flipendo!" The jinx struck Draco in the back and sent him flipping through the air end over end. The blond haired boy landed on his back, groaning in pain.

"Mr. Weasley!" Lily shouted as she came around the staff table. She cast a silent expelliarmus, catching Ron's wand as it soared over to her. "What do you think you are doing?"

Ron quickly shrunk back at the sight of Lily approaching him. The redhead had a glare on her face that could surpass even his own mother's. "I was . . ."

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," Lily said, "and a week's detention with Mr. Filch."

Ron sighed. "Yes, Professor."

With a stern look, Lily handed Ron back his wand. Draco had already gotten up and was walking out of the Great Hall. Harry was surprised. Just a year or two ago and Draco would have sent a curse back Ron's way, regardless of whether or not a professor was there to witness it. Harry was so focused on Draco that he didn't even notice his mother approaching him.

"Harry, do you think we could talk in my office?" She asked him.

Harry nodded his head. "Okay, I'm ready to go now if you want."

Lily's office was down in the dungeons beside her classroom. As opposed to most other rooms down here, she had managed to make the place look much more nice. She had fake windows installed, complete with charms to replicate the smells of the back garden at Godric's Hollow. A few fungi for potion making grew in pots down here along the walls, and a nice lit fireplace kept the room warm.

Lily sat down at her desk. "Tea?" She offered.

"Please," Harry replied. His mother poured them each a cup before she leaned back.

"How is Hermione doing?" Lily asked Harry.

Harry grimaced. "Not well," he answered honestly. "I think she was hopeful that she could end up with someone who was nice and would be good for her, not Ron or Malfoy. It sucks that she had two chances and neither of them fit what she was hoping for."

Lily nodded and sipped at her tea. "The poor girl looked terrified. It was worse than that time she accidentally walked in on James a couple summers ago when he was getting changed."

Harry snorted at the memory. Hermione had been visiting and was positively traumatized by the event. James had laughed it off but Hermione couldn't even look at him for two days afterward. "I visited her last night to talk. She thinks that she might just leave Ron and Malfoy to their own devices. Maybe make them fetch books for her from the library but that's it."

Lily laughed. "That sounds like a perfect use for Hermione. Though, who knows, maybe she'll end up finding that she actually likes one of them."

"I don't think that's likely," Harry said, making a face. "Ron is just a friend to her and Malfoy has been a prat for years."

Lily hummed. "Who knows, people can change over time. I wouldn't be surprised if Ron and Draco both end up changing their behaviour due to the situation that their in."

"By the way mum, do you know why Draco is an attendant?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean?" Lily replied.

"Well, Draco's wasn't dumb. He did well in his classes. So he must have chosen to become an attendant," Harry explained.

Lily nodded. "It did seem strange to me too, but I don't know any more than you do."

"Hmmm," Harry hummed as he thought about Draco.

Harry and Lily both took another sip of tea. "And how are you handling things?" Lily asked Harry.

Harry's mind went back to last night and a small blush came across his face. "That good, huh?" Lily joked.

Harry spat out the tea in his mouth as Lily laughed at him. "Mum!" He exclaimed as he took out his wand and cast a drying charm on his mum's desk.

"Sorry, sorry," Lily laughed. "I just wanted to make sure that nothing was going badly for you. Your dad and I were a little worried about you. You seemed really nervous before we left for Hogwarts, and then when I announced your attendants."

"Yeah, you try having your mum announce something like that," Harry muttered.

Lily chuckled. "Oh trust me, your grandmother loved to tease me and your dad when we were younger. Now it's your turn to suffer."

Harry rolled his eyes and sipped at his tea. "It's a bit of a weird situation. Daphne only became an attendant to escape a marriage her father was trying to force her in to. Tracey decided to join up with her. Apparently, it was Tracey's dad who managed to get this policy of multiple attendants put in place so that Tracey and Daphne could be together."

"Wow," Lily said in surprise. "I never knew that Edward Davis would go that far to help his daughter."

"You know Tracey's dad?" Harry asked.

Lily nodded. "He was a couple years above your father and I at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw if I remember correctly. Tracey's mother is Olive Davis, a Ravenclaw the year above us. They both seemed nice enough, but I can't believe he'd go this far."

Harry bit his lip nervously. "Please don't mention this to anyone besides dad. I wouldn't want . . ."

"Don't worry, Harry. We won't tell anyone," Lily reassured him.

Harry smiled back at his mom. "Anyway, like I said, its all a bit weird. I think we're going to talk more about everything today. I don't think that we're really going to do anything . . . Merlin, why am I even talking to you about this," Harry shook his head and avoided looking at his mum.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. Everyone has sex and your father and I have know that this has been coming for a long time. We've gotten past awkwardness, mostly," Lily joked tried to comfort her son.

"At least that makes one of us," Harry muttered under his breath.

"Hey, just don't do anything in the Great Hall or in my class and we can both just pretend like nothing has really changed," Lily smirked.

Harry took in a deep breath. "I'm just going to block the past twenty minutes out of my memory if that's alright with you."

"Just be sure to use the charm to make sure no one gets pregnant yet," Lily laughed at Harry as he stood up from his seat.

"I'm leaving!" He shouted, trying to drown out the sounds of his mother's voice.

"Remember to stay safe!" Lily shouted back at him, still chuckling as Harry ran out the door as fast as possible.

Harry made his way back to the seventh floor corridor where his and Hermione's rooms were. As he neared his room, a portrait across the hall swung open. "Merlin, walking up seven floors is ridiculous," Draco said to himself as he stepped out of his room. He paused when he saw Harry. "Potter," he nodded.

Harry frowned. "Why are you being so . . . tolerable, Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Look, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other I imagine. Do you want to be fighting with me every day?"

"No," Harry answered slowly.

"Then, how do you act towards someone who you don't want to fight with?" Draco asked like he was speaking to a child.

"Politely," Harry answered.

"Gold star for you, Potter," Malfoy declared. "Now, do you think you can get Granger out of her room? She refuses to speak to me."

"I wonder why?" Harry asked aloud as he walked over to Hermione's portrait-door. "Hermione!" He called out.

The portrait opened a crack. "Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, can I come in?" Harry smiled at her.

"Oi! I wanted Granger to come out here," Draco exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the corridor around them.

Harry ignored him and stepped inside as Hermione let him in. She had taken off her outer robe and had half a dozen books open on her desk. "Deciding to get ahead on school work to avoid facing Malfoy?" He asked.

"Harry," Hermione said warningly.

"Come on, Hermione," Harry sighed. "Have you even said one word to Malfoy yet?"

"No, and I don't plan on it," Hermione replied petulantly.

"Why not? I get he's a prat and all but there is a certain situation that needs to be discussed," Harry said.

Hermione turned to face him angrily. "That man has called me a mudblood for the past five years! I'm not going to go speak with him just because he's pestering me now."

Harry held up his hands in surrender as Hermione deflated. "I get that, believe me, I do. But that hasn't stopped you from talking to him before, even if it's just to insult him. Why don't you just tell him to piss off and to leave you alone?"

"Because . . ." Hermione paused as she stared up at the ceiling. Harry recognized it as a sign that Hermione was trying to quickly come up with an answer.

"Come on, I'll go with you," Harry said, stepping beside Hermione. "If he says anything that isn't perfectly polite, I'll hex him for you."

Hermione sighed. "You aren't going to leave until I go out and talk to Malfoy, are you?"

Harry grinned at her. "Nope, so we better get going."

"Fine," Hermione said, taking a deep breath. "Let's go."

Harry grabbed her hand to stop her from running away as he opened up the portrait door. Draco was standing outside, looking very displeased.

"Granger, I-" Draco began but Harry cut him off.

"Apologize for calling her that filthy name for years," Harry demanded.

Draco raised an eyebrow towards him. "This doesn't concern you, Potter."

"Oh yes it does," Harry shot back, "and if you want your life to not be miserable, I'd suggest that you apologize right now."

Draco looked like he was going to be stubborn for a moment, but then he swallowed his pride. "Granger," he said, staring at Hermione. "I sincerely apologize for calling you a mud- . . . that slur for the past five years."

Hermione just stared at Draco through tired eyes. Harry could practically see the thoughts flowing through her head. "Fine, I'll accept your apology, but you need to promise not to use that word again."

"I promise not to call you-"

"No," Hermione said firmly. "You have to promise not to use it again, not just not call me it."

Draco pressed his lips together tightly. After a moment, he gave in. "I promise not to use that slur again. Satisfied?"

"Very," Hermione said angrily. "Now, what do you want?"

Draco seemed to simmer down. "I wanted to discuss the expectations of our arrangement." He shot a glance at Harry. "Alone."

Harry looked at him. "Anything you share with Hermione she'll share with me."

"I don't care, Potter," though Draco looked like he very much did care, "I just wish to speak to Granger in private about this."

Harry looked at Hermione with a questioning look. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "It's fine, I'll talk to him alone. I'll see you later, Harry."

Harry nodded, shooting Draco what he hoped would be a threatening look. "I'll be in my room if you need me."

Harry stepped out of the way and Hermione let Draco into her room. With a final pacifying look at Harry, she shut the portrait behind her. Harry let out a deep breath and turned around to find Daphne and Tracey standing just down the corridor.

"I never thought I'd see the day that Draco apologized to a Gryffindor," Tracey chuckled. "I wish I had a camera to capture the moment."

Daphne rolled her eyes but Harry could see that she too looked pleased with what she had seen. "Are you two all moved in then?" Harry asked them.

Tracey looked over at Daphne who was looking right back at her. With a look, Daphne accepted defeat. "Yes," she replied.

"Good," Harry smiled, trying to defuse the awkward tension that was building.

Tracey seemed to be used to it though, she didn't let the tension throw her off. "Do you think we could talk again in your room?"

Harry snorted. "Not gonna let yourselves in again this time?" He joked. Daphne shot him an annoyed look but Tracey was willing to play along.

"We thought we'd let you forget about that so we could slip some poison in your ear one night when you're sleeping," Tracey laughed.

"Don't give away all of our plans now," Daphne muttered. The portrait to Harry's room swung open as Daphne approached it. She quickly stepped inside, leaving Tracey and Harry in the corridor.

"Sorry about her," Tracey grimaced. "This whole situation over the past year has been really difficult for her."

Harry waved it off. "It's fine, I get it. Hermione's really struggling with it all too."

Tracey gave Harry a look. "Are you two . . . ?"

"Are we what?" Harry asked.

Tracey giggled. "I mean, are you two more than friends?"

Harry stared at her for a second before breaking out into a chuckle. "No, no. She's my best friend, that's it."

Tracey nodded. "Good, I was hoping that this wasn't going to be even more awkward. Come on, lets go inside," she gestured at the door.

Harry followed Tracey inside. Daphne was already sitting down in the same spot as she had been yesterday. Tracey sat down beside her friend and smiled at her. "We just wanted to clarify your expectations of us," Tracey explained. "As you know, an attendant is more than just for sex."

Harry smiled awkwardly at that. "Yeah, I know," he said, nervously running his hand through his messy hair. "I get that I can order you to take care of all of the boring stuff I don't want to do, but like I said yesterday, I'm not going to order either or you to do anything you don't want to do. So no random requests for snacks in the middle of the night or anything like that."

Tracey smiled back at Harry. "Good. If you ever do want stuff like that done, you can always ask me. I probably won't mind. However, little miss princess over here might have a more difficult time with that."

Daphne glared at Tracey for that comment. "The school has house-elves to do those things. Potter should just ask for one of them to do it"

"See what I mean," Tracey chuckled at Harry. Daphne frowned and seemed to sink back into her seat. Tracey reached out and took her friend's hand. "Come on Daph, I'm only joking."

It took a moment for Daphne to acknowledge her friend but eventually she nodded. Tracey patted the back of Daphne's hand and looked back at Harry. "I'd prefer if you just ask me to do anything you need instead of Daphne."

Harry nodded. "I understand." He turned to focus on the blond-haired woman. "Daphne," he said, trying to get her attention. Daphne reluctantly looked up at Harry. "I'm not going to ask you to do anything, don't worry."

"You'd better not ask Tracey either," Daphne shot back. "You can do it yourself."

"Daphne!" Tracey cut in sharply before Harry could say anything. "Calm down."

"No, I . . ." Daphne suddenly got up and ran out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked Tracey.

Tracey let out a long sigh. She put her legs up on the couch and tucked them against the cushion beside her. "You have to understand, Harry, that from Daphne's point of view, the most important man in her life tried to sell her off against her will for his own benefit. The only way to escape that was to become an attendant. On top of that, she hates the fact that I became one too."

Harry gave Tracey a curious look. "What do you mean?" He asked.

Tracey gave Harry a small smile. "I told you yesterday that I only became one so I could stay with Daphne and make sure that she was safe. I didn't want her to end up alone and miserable with some random student, even if it was better that her being married off. I wanted to be by her side, to make sure she always had someone she trusted with her. Daphne feels guilty about this. She feels like its her fault that I sacrificed the rest of my life to become an attendant." Tracey gave a quiet chuckle. "She didn't talk to me for three weeks after I volunteered to be an attendant."

Tracey looked Harry in the eye. "Honestly, I don't know what I wanted to do with my life. But being an attendant isn't something I was ever against. I mean, the pay is alright, but it was really down to who I would be matched up with that stopped me from ever deciding to do it. I wanted someone who I knew would treat me well and let me be me rather than just something to fuck whenever they wanted. I know some men and women want that but I didn't. That's why I'm happy I ended up with you," Tracey smiled.

"But Daphne still thinks I'm not actually happy," Tracey sighed deeply. "She's worried that one day I'll resent her for this, or worse. I know I'd never feel that way, but Daphne's so confused right now. Her father, the one person she trusted above all others betrayed her. It's going to take a while before she gets her head back on straight."

"I'm . . . I'm really sorry to hear that," Harry said honestly. He couldn't truly imagine how bad Daphne had to feeling right now. "Look, I can pay for her to be released from her contract in five years time when the contract allows it. I promise that I won't make her do anything while she's still my attendant."

Tracey smiled at him. "I knew you were the right choice."

Harry smiled back. "Don't worry about it. And just so you know, I'm willing to do the same with you. I won't make you ever do anything and I'll release you from your contract in five years."

Harry could see tears pooling in Tracey's eye but she held them back. "Thank you, Harry, but to be honest, I don't know if I'd want to be released from you."

"Really?" Harry said, surprised.

Tracey nodded. "I wasn't lying when I said that I was happy I ended up with you. More than a few girls at Hogwarts have had crushes on you, you know."

Harry blushed. "You mean . . ."

Tracey rolled her eyes and giggled. "Yes, you big dunderhead. For a few years now."

"You know you could have said something to me," Harry told her.

"I tried but a certain redheaded friend of yours wouldn't let any slimy snakes near you," Tracey said.

"I'll kill him," Harry deadpanned.

Tracey laughed again. "Would have saved me a lot of time and trouble."

Tracey stood up from her seat and Harry followed suit. "I need to go check on Daphne. Thank you again Harry, for everything."

"You can stop thanking me," Harry smiled, "I'm pretty sure you've filled your monthly quota."

"Maybe," Tracey replied. "Say, do you have any plans after supper tonight?"

"Not really," Harry answered.

Tracey nodded. "I'll meet you here then. I want to talk some more."

Harry felt a goofy smile come on his face. "I'd like that too."

Tracey blushed and looked away. "Till later then."

Supper was much less awkward than breakfast had been. Ron never showed up. Harry had asked Seamus where Ron was and the Irish-man had told him that Ron was hiding in the Gryffindor common room, refusing to come out. It wasn't like Ron to miss a meal, he was obviously nervous or embarrassed about this morning.

Harry had been surprised to find Hermione and Draco already at the Gryffindor table when he had arrived. They weren't talking, but they weren't hexing each other either. Tracey and Daphne had arrived soon after Harry. Daphne still seemed quite subdued, and she was steadfastly avoiding meeting Harry's gaze. She talked quietly to Tracey and Draco occasionally but mostly stuck to eating.

Tracey was quiet too, but she kept sending Harry looks that made a smile come to his face. Though they barely spoke to one another during the meal, Harry loved just spending time with her. She seemed so warm and caring. Every time she smiled he couldn't help but smile back. Hermione had noticed and had given Harry a smirk but he didn't mind in the slightest.

When they all finished supper, they walked back to their rooms together. Partway up the stairs, Tracey had fallen instep beside Harry. She walked so close to him that their arms kept rubbing up against each other. When they got to their rooms, Daphne, Hermione, and Draco each went into their respective rooms, but Tracey and Harry waited out in the hall. Once everyone else was gone, they slipped into his room.

The portrait hadn't even closed behind them yet when Tracey lunged forward and captured Harry's lips in a kiss. Harry's knees went weak as he kissed Tracey back, wrapping his arms around the brunette. Harry pushed Tracey back against the wall as they kissed for minutes, only briefly pausing when they needed to catch their breaths.

After a few minutes, Harry broke away and looked at Tracey. She had a big grin on her face. Seeing him looking at her, she licked her lips and grabbed the collar of his robes. Tracey pulled off his outer robes and discarded them carelessly on the ground. She pushed back further into the room and down onto one of the high-backed chairs by the fireplace.

Tracey shrugged off her own outer robes and pulled off her tie. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she climbed on top of Harry and sat down on his lap. Harry wrapped his arms around Tracey and went back to snogging her.

Harry couldn't believe the situation he was in. He had dreamed about this moment for years but now it was finally real. His hands ran up and down Tracey's back, touching every inch of her that he possibly could. For her part, one of Tracey's hands had snaked in between the buttons of his shirt and on to his bare chest. His years of Quidditch practice and exercising had left him lean and with nicely defined muscles. Her fingers ran up and down his chest as she rocked her hips against his.

Harry groaned into Tracey's mouth as her thigh rubbed up against his hardened cock. She giggled as broke off the kiss and pressed her chest against him. Harry started to kiss her neck as hands moved around to the front of Tracey's shirt which he began to unbutton.

Tracey leaned back to let her white shirt fall back off her shoulders, leaving her in a green-coloured bralette. "Eager are we," Tracey giggled as she gave Harry a peck on the lips.

"Maybe if you hadn't teased me last night, I wouldn't be so eager," Harry replied as kissed down Tracey's neck. He eventually hit a spot which made Tracey gasp and her entire body press up against him.

Tracey reached around behind her back and unhooked the bralette before skillfully sliding down her arms. Harry couldn't help but lean back and appreciate the sight before him. Tracey blushed under his gaze but still brought one hand up to cup one of her large breasts. She pinched a rosy-pink nipple in between two of her fingers. "Touch me," she told Harry breathlessly.

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He brought his hand up and cupped Tracey's free breast. He felt the weight of it in his hands, gently squeezing it to feel it. Her nipple hardened as his fingers brushed over it. Tracey moaned and moved her hand off her breast to grab Harry's shoulder so she could steady herself.

Leaning forward, Harry gently kissed one of Tracey's nipples. He caught it in between his lips and lightly sucked on it as his hands returned to roam over her body. Harry moaned as he moved on to kissing all over her tits. Tracey was leaning in to him, grinding her pelvis down against Harry's cock.

"Hold on," Tracey said as she leaned back from Harry. Harry let out a sad groan as Tracey's breasts moved away from his face. Tracey smiled down at him. "I have a feeling you might like this a bit more."

Tracey slid back off of Harry and down to the floor. Harry's breath caught in his chest as he realized what Tracey was going to do. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt as Tracey's hands made their way up to his waist. Harry managed to get his shirt off of him just as Tracey unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his hips off of the chair and Tracey pulled off his trousers and his underwear in a single pull.

Harry's cock sprung up as it was freed. Tracey seemed transfixed by the sight. She carefully reached out and grasped Harry's cock with one hand. It felt amazing, and Harry couldn't help but thrust his hips slightly into Tracey's hand. Tracey was surprised and instantly tightened her grip but quickly relaxed it back and began to gently stroke Harry's cock.

Tracey rested her head against Harry's thigh, a smile on her lips, as she stroked his cock and stared up at him. "Can you tell me what your orders are, master?" She asked seductively.

Harry's cock twitched in Tracey's hand, eliciting a grin from her. Harry groaned. "You know what I want," he said.

"Maybe, but maybe I don't," Tracey said as she slowed her stroking. She smirked at him. "I need you to tell me what you want."

Harry swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth. "I want you to suck my cock."

Tracey grinned. "Is that an order, master?" She asked slowly, teasing out every last syllable.

"Yes," Harry groaned.

"Then order me," Tracey replied back.

"I order you to suck my cock, Tracey," Harry said, reaching forward to grab the back of her head and pulling it closer to her cock.

"Of course, my master," Tracey whispered as she took the head of Harry's cock into her mouth.

Harry's hand lost its grip on Tracey's head as her mouth engulfed his cock. The warm and wet sensation sent shivers down Harry's spine. He let out a low groan as Tracey sucked, slowly dragging her lips over the head of his cock to the very tip. She gave loud, pouty kisses on the side of the shaft of his cock, making her way down to his pelvis.

Tracey brought her hand back and stroked Harry's cock as she leaned down and began to suck on his balls. Harry nearly came right then and there. Tracey was staring up at him, leaning her head against his thigh, as she gently sucked one of his balls and stroked his cock. "I could die a happy man right now." The vibrations from Tracey's laughter sent a pleasurable wave through his cock.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. I know I am," Tracey said as she returned her mouth to his cock.

This time, Tracey bobbed her mouth up and down on Harry's cock, taking him deeper and deeper each time. She seemed determined to hit the base. Keeping his lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, Tracey pushed her head forward until her nose was pressed up against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Tracey hummed and Harry had to grip the chair's arm rest to stop from cumming straight down her throat.

Tracey pulled her mouth off of his cock and took a deep breath of air, grinning at Harry. "I don't think I'm going to last much longer," he told her.

"Good," she winked at him and took his cock back into her mouth. Her efforts seemed to redouble as she kept a tight seal with her lips around his cock. Harry leaned forward so that he could reach down and grab one of her tits, gently playing with it.

Tracey brought a hand up and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. Her mouth focused solely on the head. Her tongue was driving Harry crazy. It was moving wildly against the underside of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

"Tracey," Harry groaned. "I'm about to-"

Tracey pulled her mouth off his cock but kept stroking it. A second later and Harry's vision went blank for a moment as he felt himself cum. Long hot and sticky strands of his cum shot out from his cock, hitting Tracey's face. It seemed like the moment would never end as Tracey's face was hit with half a dozen spurts. Finally, his cock settled down and Tracey quickly took it back into her mouth.

She sucked the head of Harry's cock as she stroked him, bringing that last bit of cum into her mouth. Finished, she leaned back and smiled up at Harry. Harry groaned at the sight. Tracey's face had his cum all over it, and a small glob dropped down off her chin to land on her immaculate breasts. Without hesitation, Tracey lifted her breast up and licked the cum right off of it.

It took the pair a few minutes to get cleaned up and dressed again. Harry had offered to return the favour but Tracey refused. "Save it for another night," she told him. "But here's a little something to think about tonight."

Tracey snatched Harry's hand and pulled it underneath her skirt. She took two of his fingers and ran it up and down her damp panties. "I don't think I can wait for another night," Harry sighed.

Tracey smiled at him. "Is that an order, master?" She asked slowly.

Harry groaned and Tracey giggled at his reaction. "You might give me a heart attack doing that."

"Good, you've given me a goal to aspire too," she winked.

Harry couldn't help himself. He kissed Tracey and his hands ran up and down her sides. After a minute, Tracey reluctantly pulled back. "I do need to get some sleep eventually tonight."

"Fine," Harry replied, "I'll allow it."

Tracey rolled her eyes at him. "Goodnight, Harry."

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