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The soft, ticking sound of the family clock filled the silent room of the Zabini residence as two pairs of eyes – one black as night and the other a peculiar shade of purple stayed locked in a battle of attrition. Pale, grey eyes kept looking between the two, uncertain but filled with latent rage that was buried beneath the surface, visible to few but ready to erupt in an unbidden show of violence at a moment's notice.

Draco Malfoy had once been an impulsive swine – as confrontational and brash as any common Gryffindor, but time had mellowed even the dragon out, rendering him a shadow of his former restless self. Being one of the leaders of the conservatives required a certain measure of guile, and the former Malfoy heir had developed it quite remarkably. Private outbursts notwithstanding, the Malfoy heir was somewhat capable of exercising self-control now, at least to a considerable extent.

His patience, however, was currently being tested as minutes passed with nothing happening. Mother and son stayed locked in a wordless exchange and he was starting to feel antsy. Slowly, Draco gulped the final bit of his whiskey down before he gently lowered his hand, placing the glass down on the glass table with an audible clink.

The sharp sound echoed throughout the room – such was the level of silence, and it broke the staring duo out of their stupor. As one, they turned to the source, and Draco Malfoy looked at Blaise with a pointed gaze.

"So..." He began, "will you do it?" Draco repeated himself, keeping his gaze on Blaise for a moment before he turned towards the Widow.

Valentina looked at Malfoy with a keen eye before she parted her lips. She rubbed her teeth together while looking at him before she pursed her lips and looked back at Blaise once again.

The tension in the room was palpable, and all three of them could feel it mounting.

"Do you two have any idea what it is that you're planning to do?" She asked, alternating her gaze between the two of them.

Blaise opened his mouth but was cut off before he could speak.

"Forget it. Of course, you do. But what you don't know is what might come off it."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked with a hint of a scowl on his face. He didn't like the condescending tone this woman was using whenever she talked to them, as if they were still schoolgoing children and not grown men taking part in their nation's governance.

Valentina scoffed at him.

"Your plan is for me to seduce Potter, and then kill him. Pretty straightforward. Well done." Valentina began, and Draco couldn't help but think she was being overly sarcastic.

"But what you've not thought about is the fallout. Sure, the bill might be killed if we pull it off, but for how long? Do you think the progressives won't know just who killed their precious conqueror?"

Blaise took a large gulp of his whiskey before he began, "Well... we have a plan, or at least, the outline of one..."

"You have the outline of a plan," Valentina muttered, looking down at her glass.

"Uhh... yeah...?" Blaise answered, questioningly.

"Are you two insane!?" Valentina exploded, and both the males flinched in the face of a wrathful woman.

"The two of you are here, scheming about killing off possibly the most powerful wizard alive-"

"He's not the most powerful..."

Valentina gave Malfoy the stink eye and he promptly shut up.

"-possibly the most powerful wizard alive, and all you have is an outline of a plan!? The bill passes in a month! Outline of a plan is no plan."

"But mother..."

"Blaise!" Valentina put her hand up, cutting her son off, "You know where I stand on this issue. And yes, I'll agree to your plan of killing Potter off. Merlin knows we're desperate..." she muttered, "but..." she looked pointedly at her son and Malfoy, "I won't do a single thing unless you come up with a viable plan, no outline, but a viable plan to ensure I can do this without anything being traced back to the Conservatives."

She looked at the two of them intently.

"Prepare a plan and if it is worth the hassle, I will do it. I will seduce Potter and when the iron is hot, I'll deal the hammer blow." Valentina stated with a look of firm resolve on her face.

As she took a sip of her whiskey and sighed, Blaise and Draco looked at each other with wide eyes before a determined expression took hold of both their faces. Time to brainstorm.

"CONFRINGO!" A female voice shouted out as a massive blast of fire erupted from her wand.

"OSSIS FRAGMENS!" A mechanical voice sounded out from the other end at the same time.

Hot, orange flames erupted from one end of the room, mirroring the trajectory of the sickly grey beam emerging from the other end as the two diverse curses zeroed in on the solitary figure that stood with his sides to each combatant on the opposite ends. The figure, covered head to toe in dark emerald scales that were almost pitch black but distinguishable in the light, stood still in the middle, his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

As quick as a flash, he brought his wand up in a wide arc and picked the bone-breaker right off its gruesome path, and flung the curse straight at the blasting curse. The impact sent a shockwave through the room, as a loud boom reverberated throughout, flinging dust and smoke all around as robes blew violently.

Amidst all this chaos, the wizard in the middle stood his ground, his mouth still locked in that vicious grin that had been everpresent, ever since he had taken out Voldemort all those months ago.

He brought his wand up to his chest and pointed it upwards, closing his eyes for a moment. Emerald orbs shot open a second later, and the wizard threw his arms open, seemingly held open in a welcoming embrace but in reality, the harbinger of something else altogether.

The two figures had somehow regained their bearing and had started the incantation of another blow, however, it was for naught as their voices were cut off when the emerald-eyed wizard flung his arms open.

A massive shockwave erupted from the middle, and everything was flung back violently as a gigantic black orb detonated right in the middle. The two figures felt their backs collide against the cushioned walls of the room and as they were dropped down unceremoniously on the floor, the shockwave ceased.

"Tch..." The emerald-eyed wizard tutted as he walked over to the downed figure on his left. Flicking his wand, he reassembled the training dummy that had been firing curses from the other end.

Bending down, he clasped his hand with the other person's, and helped her up, steadying her on her feet. Looking at her critically for any injuries but not finding any, Harry nodded to himself.

"Ugh..." the female groaned as she finally stopped shaking on her feet and the two figures simultaneously took off their masks – emerald and maroon – making their faces visible to the other at the same moment. Emerald eyes locked on sapphire blue ones as Harry Potter smirked at one Susan Bones.

The willowy redhead had grown into womanhood quite nicely, with her womanly figure visibly showcased in the skintight outfit she was currently wearing. The maroon tights stretched over her curvy body, accentuating her large and firm tits while the bottom displayed her wide hips and that curvy round ass. Harry once again marveled at the sinful woman Susan had grown into, and once again, he compared her to her 14-year-old self who had so graciously supported him during the Triwizard.

"The lovely Auror Bones – brought down by the humble Harry Potter, despite having an advantage..." Harry teased with a chuckle. Susan promptly shoved him away and turned around. Harry laughed harder as he was shoved back and Susan started walking out of the training room in the basement of Bones manor.

"Hey w-wait for me!" Harry shouted as he followed suit, banishing the dummy back in its place and shutting the door behind him as he walked behind Susan.

"You should feel lucky that I like keeping you around... insufferable twat..." Susan muttered, looking straight ahead as Harry laughed again.

"Oh c'mon, Susie..." his voice dropped to a low whisper as he brought his mouth to her ear, "we both know you just love how I give it to you..." Susan shivered as she felt him suck her earlobe and her steps faltered. Thankfully, Harry had enough presence of mind to steady her on her feet, which he happily did by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her curvy frame flush against him. With such tight clothing covering their bodies, it was impossible not to feel her alluring landscape perfectly blending in with his own, and Harry started to feel himself harden.

"You love it, don't you baby?" Harry turned her around and saw her eyes closed. Smirking, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him and he heard a gasp.

'Looks like she feels it...' He thought as he felt his hardened manhood gently brush against her stomach.

"You love it when I touch you here, don't you?" He whispered in her ear as his fingers gently brushed her hardened nubs over her tight dress. He could see the hard nipples poking through her dress and it was enough to let him know that she was turned on too.

'Looks like all that physical exercise has made her aroused as well...'

Susan let out a moan when she felt him touch her nipples softly. She felt a tingle in her pussy when he gently poked her hardened nub over her dress.

"I love it too, y'know... the way your beautiful tits feel when I cup and squeeze them..." Harry gently turned her around, pulling her back against his front, and palmed her tits. His hands gently squeezed the soft mounds of flesh over her dress and he felt Susan rubbing her delectable ass over his raging hard-on.

Smirking, he started kissing the delicate skin under her ears and Susan whimpered when he started sucking the tender skin of her neck. His hands that were softly squeezing her tits found the zipper in the front of her dress and Harry wasted no time in pulling it down gently.

Susan's supple tits popped free of their confines, and Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that she had foregone a bra. Reaching underneath, he was further surprised to see that she had forgone the entire set.

"Well well well..." Harry smirked as he pinched her nipples, making Susan cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Looks like someone has already planned ahead."

Susan moaned as she felt him drop her dress down, letting it pool by her feet, and with a dainty step, she stepped out of it, rendering her completely bare to him for the umpteenth time.

"Noble me..." he muttered as he waved his hand on his body, vanishing his armor right off and depositing it right there on the floor on top of hers, "how can I disappoint my lady this fine night?" Harry smirked as he saw Susan looking at him with her eyes filled with arousal. He opened his arms and Susan wasted no time, rushing and jumping on him. Harry caught her easily and they both sighed when Susan wrapped her legs around his waist, their sexes coming into contact with each other as Harry cupped her ass to lift her up. Their mouths collided in a heated kiss as Susan rubbed her heaving tits against his chest, and Harry started walking off to what was her bedroom.

"FUCKKKK!" Susan screamed out as she felt Harry hammer away deep inside her. She was bent over the bed, her big tits firmly pressed up against the mattress as she was kept bent over with her ass held up high. Harry kneeled behind her, ramming his big cock deep inside as he gripped her plump ass painfully while he stayed slightly leaning over her.

His grip on her round ass was firm and the angle was perfect for him to drill away inside her at an alarming speed. The furious sound of skin slapping roughly against skin echoed throughout the room, only drowned out by Susan's pleasure-filled cries as he continued to fuck her relentlessly.

They had started fucking each other over a year ago – their first time being the night Harry was awarded the Order of Merlin: First Class for his gallant role in the war. That night had started with a drunken affair and the two hadn't stopped fucking since, apart from a brief hiatus in the middle. Harry had asked for it and while not happy, she had agreed. However, their trysts had restarted after a few weeks, and since then, once and sometimes twice a week, their workouts continued. Both of them knew it was purely for pleasure and none of the two was looking for anything extra out of it. Susan didn't want to marry – choosing to emulate her deceased aunt, but that didn't mean she had to stay without sex for all her life. Harry was the perfect partner in that sense – he didn't want to deal with the emotional drama that came out of a relationship after his failed ones, and she was all too happy with their current arrangement.

Susan screamed as she felt Harry grab her hair roughly and pull her up tightly against him. Her back hit his front and as he pulled at her hair, the back of her head dropped on his left shoulder. Harry wasted no time in devouring her mouth, plundering it for all it was worth and his free hand groped her heaving tits roughly. Her firm tits were more than a handful, and Susan knew Harry loved them. As he fondled her voluptuous tits to his heart's content while continuing to hammer away inside her, she felt her orgasm approaching.

Harry felt her pussy walls tighten around his girth and knew she was close. Releasing his hold on her hair, he let her drop down on the bed again before planting himself on her back. He continued pistoning in and out of her at a rapid pace, his hips slapping against her bubble butt as his face stayed buried in her neck.

He felt Susan shudder beneath him, and as she cried out, he felt himself explode inside her. Their climaxes tore through them in sync as their mouths clashed, their tongues battling together for dominance.

Susan felt him erupt inside her, his thick hot seed hitting her deep inside her womb and painting her inner walls in white. Her own climax was intense, and as she took a few deep breaths to steady herself, she felt Harry plant his lips on her own.

It took the couple a few minutes to come down from their orgasmic high and Harry slowly slid off her. Susan laid there, panting, and after a minute, she turned around, breathing deeply, and saw him looking at the ceiling. She sighed and turned her head up, gazing at the starry night mirrored above her. Minutes passed in silence as they stayed staring at the ceiling, looking at the comets whizzing by.

"It still feels surreal, y'know..." he began after what felt like hours.

"Hmm?"

Harry turned his head toward her and Susan looked at him. His face was solemn – a sheer contrast to the cocky demeanor he had seemingly perfected for himself over the past few years.

"It still feels like yesterday when we were still fighting for our lives every day..." Harry sighed as he looked at her.

"And in a month we'll finally start putting it all behind us." Susan finished as she held his hand in hers.

"I still think sometimes..." Harry began, "what would the new world be like?"

"Well..." Susan began before a teasing grin took hold of her face, "the sex would be quite awesome, to be honest..."

Harry laughed as he looked at her and Susan joined him. She squealed when she felt Harry tickle her sides and they rolled on the bed together, Harry trying to tickle her in all the delicate spots while Susan vainly tried to keep him away. She gave up when she was finally pinned against the bed, Harry hovering over her with his hands gripping hers tightly, their fingers interlocked.

"That..." Harry began as he slowly lowered himself, and Susan spread her legs to welcome him inside her, "I can agree with..." he grunted out as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. The rest of their time together that night was filled with a series of grunts and moans as the platonic couple proved just how awesome the sex could be.

Loud moans filled the master bedroom of Zabini manor as Valentina Zabini lay on her bed. The clothes were strewn all over the floor and the dim light showcased the tanned, voluptuous body of the notorious Black Widow. Her fingers kept moving between her wet folds, her ruby lips were parted in a loud moan and her eyes stayed closed.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh... ohhh yesss Harry... ohh baby yesss fuuuuuuckkk!" Valentina cried out as she kept moving her fingers in and out of her pussy at a furious pace while her thumb kept rubbing her engorged clit.

"Fuck me baby... ahhh yesss baby fuck me... Harryyyy ahhhhhhh!" she screamed as she felt her juices flow out of her into her palm. Panting, she brought her hand up to her face and licked her fingers clean.

A smirk adorned her face as she looked at the ceiling, her soiled hand softly caressing her pussy while the other gently squeezed her tits.

"Don't worry, Harry... I'm coming for you soon..." Valentina smirked at the floating image of Harry Potter that was suspended over the ceiling. His emerald eyes oozing with power gazed back at Valentina as the Black Widow licked her lips.

To be continued...

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