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Back in Time

Chapter 6

Harry was sitting down at his table taking a rest from all the schmoozing and dancing going on. He looked over and saw Narcissa working the room as he had never seen. She seemed to be right in her element. Andromeda was chatting with some of her friends and Bella was sitting by his side. For some odd reason, she never liked to be too far from him. She was becoming more of a pet than anything these days, not that he minded. Of course, she also occasionally acted as a bodyguard, not that he needed it.

They were at a party that they had recently been invited to. None of them wanted to go except for Narcissa who was over the moon about the invitation. Apparently, this party was a major event in Pureblood society. He didn't know anything about that. That's why he had Narcissa. Obviously, they agreed to go. Anything to make the sexy blonde happy. It wasn't truly out of the kindness of his heart though. He expected her to do some truly perverted things in return. He imagined Bella would appreciate it.

Taking a sip of his drink, he looked around the room. The large Manor was nice. Not better than his, but still quite lovely. He didn't give a crap about the house though. Harry was busy eyeing up the ladies. There were some sexy women attending the party that night. One, in particular, continued to eyeball him.

"That whore, Adela Zabini is looking at you again," Bella whispered in his ear. Her pleasant breath washed over his neck as she leaned in close. He could smell the soft scent of her perfume. This made him raise an eyebrow. Zabini?

"Who?" he asked to make sure.

"Adela Zabini. She married a guy last year and took his last name. Some rich guy … I can't remember his first name. Anyway, he suddenly died a few months later," Bella told him.

"Really?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe that this was Blaise Zabini's famous mother. She had been married seven times, all to rich men. Each of them died in mysterious circumstances, making her richer with each passing. Of course, the rumors were that she had killed them all for their money. He wouldn't have been surprised if that was true. There was another rumor that her family line was cursed. Harry didn't know which one was true. He just had to make sure to never marry the woman.

"Yeah. Everyone thinks she killed him," Bella said, sexily eating the olive from her martini.

"Do you?" Harry turned to her, smiling.

Bella shrugged. "I hope she did. It would certainly make her less boring. She was a few years ahead of us in school," Bella told him. They both watched as the dark-skinned witch crossed her legs in a way that showed off a lot of skin. Harry noticed that the eyes of many wizards were focused on the expanse of smooth, blemish-free skin on display. She batted her big, brown eyes at him, making Bella snort.

"Doesn't that skank know you're married? It doesn't matter anyway. You're allowed to explore your options outside of our marriage," Bella said, placing a hand on his upper thigh and squeezing it tight. Slowly her hand began to massage higher and higher until he was rock-hard. Her soft hand squeezed and groped his hard cock through his pants as she asked, "Do you wanna fuck the bitch?" Bella's voice was throaty and sexy.

"Yes. Very much," Harry replied honestly. Bella continued to palm his cock.

"I'll leave you alone then. That should give her time to come over here and flash her cunt. There's an empty room at the far end of that corridor," she said, nodding to the one that she was talking about. "I'll be hiding in there. I want to watch."

With that, Bella got up and scampered off in the direction of the corridor. Zabini never took her eyes off of Harry. It wasn't long before the beauty came up to him and introduced herself.

"Adela Zabini," she said with her soft, beautiful voice. She held out her hand for him. Taking it, he kissed the back of it gently. While holding it, he tickled her palm with his fingertip. That was something that Andromeda particularly liked. It seemed that Adela and she shared something in common. He could feel her shudder as he introduced himself.

"Harry Peverell at your service."

Since their hands were still together, she pulled him over to an out-of-the-way corner to talk.

"You know Harry, I was just thinking that this party is a complete bore. I was hoping for a little fun," she said sexily, sliding her finger through the buttons of his dress robes and shirt and softly stroking his chest. "I've seen your performances in the ring. Especially the one with dear Bella Black. You're a man who knows how to have fun," she said, leaning close enough that her plump lips grazed over the skin of his jaw. Harry smirked at the sexy girl.

"I'm a married man, Adela. Would that be proper?" he teased, resting his hand on her hip as they were nearly pressed together.

"You're well within your right to stick your cock anywhere you see fit," she said, grabbing his hand and sliding it inside the thigh-high slit in her dress. She pressed it against her panties which felt silky underneath his fingers. He could feel the heat radiating from between her shapely thighs.

Harry could see why so many men fell for her charms, despite the rumors of her Black Widow mentality. From up close, he could see that she was even more beautiful. The patterns in the iris of her chocolate brown eyes were mesmerizing to look at. Her scent was intoxicating as she leaned against him. The warmth of her body felt familiar and seductive at the same time, and the obscene amount of cleavage on display as he looked down the top of her dress was a sight to behold. All in all, he couldn't blame any of those men for their stupidity. It was easy to fall for her seductive ways. Thankfully, Harry wasn't the average idiot. He had fucked women better looking than her, and he wasn't some old, rich codger that had long since passed his prime. He could have fun and forget about her once the night was over. Besides, he had three sexy wives to go home with.

"Would you like to stick it here?" she asked, biting her lip sexily as she pressed his fingers along her rapidly dampening slit. Harry could feel the silky material getting damper with every second that passed. Harry squeezed her pussy hard, making the girl gasp.

"Let's take this somewhere a little more private," Harry told her. "Follow me," he said. He got up and led her down the corridor and into the room that Bella had told him about. No one even batted an eyelash at him taking a woman that he wasn't married to into a backroom. A lot of that stuff went on at these parties. There was an unspoken rule that everyone should keep quiet about these things. As the door shut behind them, Harry could sense Bella sitting in a corner, both invisible and silenced.

Bellatrix sat back on the large, comfy chair that was placed in the corner. Having already removed her clothes, she hooked a leg over each armrest. She wished that she could make herself visible, but didn't want to scare away the slut with her husband. As the door shut behind them, Adela's hands were all over him. She groped his ass and palmed his cock as her lips danced over his. Bella could see her tongue sliding into his mouth as they pressed their bodies together. She watched as Harry lowered the straps of her dress off of her slender shoulders, causing her dress to pool at her heel-covered feet. Zabini promptly stepped out of the dress and sat back on a desk, opening her legs and showing off her damp panties. Bella shuddered as her fingers expertly worked the delicate folds of her soaking wet pussy. Rubbing two fingers up and down her slit, her plump, hairless lips hotdogged her fingers as she massaged her soft, pink insides. She waited with bated breath as Harry pulled her panties up and off of her legs.

Now Zabini was sitting on the desk with her whorish legs spread as she used two fingers to open up her lips and rub the hard nub hiding underneath its fleshy hood. Bella heard her gasp and moan at the sight of her husband's cock when he removed his pants. Bella was filled with pride. Her husband was at the top of the food chain when it came to other men. She was the first to admit that Harry deserved everything that he wanted, including fucking the lonely and pathetic Zabini girl. Bella's lovely chest was rising and falling as her breath grew heavy and the intensity picked up. Her fingers were drenched in fluids, but she wanted more. Lifting her legs up a bit, she used one hand to rub her hard, aching clit, and she used her other set of fingers to toy with the rim of her puckering asshole. Closing her eyes, she relished the sensation of her fingers giving her so much pleasure, but a wet slapping sound made her look over to the rutting pair.

Harry was holding onto his huge cock like a bat and was battering poor Adela's wet, quivering pussy. The dark-skinned girl was crying out in pain and pleasure, and Bella could see the wetness leaking from her hairless slit and dripping down onto her asshole. Seeing the pleasured pain in another girl's eyes made Bella even hornier. Slipping her finger off of the rim, she moved it directly onto the crinkled hole of her ass. Applying a bit of pressure, she gasped when the tip popped in. Biting her lip, she slowly pushed her finger down until it was knuckle-deep. Her asshole was so hot around her finger that she left it inside for a moment just to savor the sensation. Of course, she wasn't satisfied with only keeping it in there. Soon after, she began pistoning her finger in and out of her tight hole. Bella's moans went unnoticed underneath her expertly cast Silencing Ward as her toes curled and her back arched. When Harry finally penetrated the whore, Bella pinched and twisted the flesh around her sensitive clit, making her yell out and her pussy drip all over the finger in her ass. Using her arousal as lubrication, her hand began to move faster and faster. She could feel her pussy fluttering as she abused her ass and clit.

Zabini was crying out in pleasure, and Bella could barely tell what was going on. The pleasure was simply too good and was making her see spots. She could hear how wet she was though. The wet slurping of her penetration along with her squeals and moans were the only sounds of the room. Bella was getting close, and she could tell that Adela was in the same boat. She was wrapping her legs around his waist, possibly hoping that he'd impregnate her slutty ass. Sweat was rolling off her forehead and big tits as her body were jerked around by his powerful thrusts. As he moved his hand between her legs, she saw Zabini's eyes widened before she tried to clamp her thighs together, but it was too late. His fingers were already on her clit. Zabini screamed out and arched her back, thrusting her perfect tits and dark nipples up into the air. Then with one last shudder and uncontrolled spasm, she collapsed in an unconscious heap. Bella couldn't contain her psychosis. She removed the magic hiding her and quickly walked up to the unconscious Adela Zabini. Like a dog, she lifted her leg and screamed out as she violently squirted all over the dark beauty's face and chest. Spasming wildly, Bella shuddered as she mashed her cumming pussy down onto her face and dry humped her like her life depended on it. She heard Harry grunt and knew that he had seeded the bitch. As Zabini's nose bumped her clit one last time, Bella quivered as she got up off of her face.

Standing there completely nude and breathing heavily. Harry kissed her deeply before they put their clothes on and left the room. He made sure to clean the woman up so as to not leave any evidence of Bella's involvement. Right before entering the Ballroom again, Harry gave Bella's ass a hard slap, making her shudder and make plans for the four of them later that night.