After a rather…interesting first audition for the Hogwarts art project (as it was now being dubbed), things continued on. When Harry saw his mother later that night, she said that Dean hadn't been too forthcoming on his plan, only that he'd asked for the Headmaster to allow his father to come to the school as a consultant.

The next day was another doozy for Harry, as it was dueling club tryouts, and Bella had already told him they would go into his training immediately after.

It was shaping up to be an exhausting day for the raven-haired teen.

Right now though, Harry wasn't thinking about any of that, he wasn't thinking about much except how delicious Daphne's bum looked as she led him through the halls, and how much he wanted to press her against a wall right now.

Daphne was feeling rather frisky as well. Last night, she'd eaten Lily's pussy, and there'd been a slightly different taste there, a saltier taste. She'd eaten the older woman out like never before, searching with desperation for that extra flavor. Even thinking back on it today made her own pussy tingle.

The two teenagers were horny, it was lunch break, and they'd both been wanting to move past snogging for a while anyways.

The only problem was, they couldn't find anywhere private.

"Here we are!" Daphne exclaimed as they came up on a broom closet.

Harry caught up with her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her up against a wall. They shared a deep kiss, both moaning into it as they grinded her burning hot desire onto each other.

Daphne pushed him off, smiling teasingly as she went to open the door.

It wouldn't budge.

Daphne frowned as she turned the handle once more, only for the door to remain closed.

"Daph, I think-"

Before he could finish, they heard a familiar voice come from inside.

"I-It's occupied!"

"Hermione?" Harry and Daphne exclaimed in unison.

"Could you guys fuck off somewhere?" Another voice, a deeper voice.

"Blaise!" Harry and Daphne shared a grin as Daphne tried and failed to muffle her giggles. "And here I thought you guys would dance around each other forever."

"Yeah well, we're kind of in the middle of something, Potter. So could you shove off already?"

"Not that we're doing anything that's against the rules!" Hermione added weakly, the lie apparent in her voice.

Harry and Daphne continued to laugh as they moved away from the closet. "Have fun!" Daphne yelled as they went their own way.

"Can you believe it? Do you think they've been going at it in secret this whole time? Or is it a new thing? Harry?" Daphne looked to see that her boyfriend had stopped walking alongside her.

Harry was staring at a door, an internal debate raging on.

Finally, his horniness won out, he whispered the password to the room and he waved Daphne over. "Come on Daph."

Daphne blanched, but she followed him in even as every bone in her body told her this was a bad idea. "This looks like a Professor's quarters, Harry… wait, this is Professor Black's room!" Daphne gasped. She ran over and grabbed Harry by the arm, making to drag him out of the room, but the door had already closed behind them.

"Bella is busy setting things up for the dueling tryouts, and that's on the first floor, she won't be up here." Harry didn't actually know that, but thinking with his lower head, he was willing to risk it.

"Still, doing things in her chamber?"

Her feet were moving. Harry was leading her to the bedroom door.

They entered the room, face to face with a bed that Harry was intimately familiar with.

"I don't know about this, Harry. This is a professor's bedroom. I know she's your mentor, but this is-"

She shouldn't have let the kiss do her in like that, but it did. One moment she had formulated a convincing argument for them to leave the room, the next she was being pushed onto the bed. Harry's weight on her was exhilarating as they kissed, their hands roaming each other's bodies.

Daphne squeezed Harry's bum while one of his hands squeezed at her breasts over her robe. She needed more, her hand shot down his pants, finding his already hard cock.

Daphne gave it a few strokes and Harry bit her lower lip, moaning in pleasure. "Daph-'' he gasped out as Daphne continued to stroke him.

Harry grabbed at her robes, and they broke contact just long enough for him to lift them off of her. Daphne raised her hands and arched her back as the bulky garment was removed.

She had stopped wearing underclothing ever since she'd gotten involved with Lily, so Harry was rewarded with a view of her gorgeous teenage body.

She was immaculate. Her perky breasts with light, pink areolas and nipples looked absolutely succulent. Her perfectly shaped body, without an ounce of excess fat but with a softness to her stomach, her curvy little hips, and in the center, her pretty little hairless slit, so small and yet just the sight of it made Harry's cock throb.

Daphne blushed as he looked down at her. "Like what you see?" She asked with a bit of shyness.

Harry didn't answer, instead dipping down to deliver a kiss to her neck, his lips trailing down slowly as he explored her body.

Daphne grabbed at his shirt as he kissed, managing to pull it off of him just as Harry captured her nipple with his mouth.

He was different from Lily, but he felt oh so good all the same. Daphne was burning up, she wrapped her arms around his head as Harry sucked on her sensitive breasts.

Harry's cock was peeking out over the top of his pants, and he was grinding himself onto Daphne's wet cunt. Daphne felt a desperate need, a need to have him inside of her, a need for him to fill her up.

She used her legs to push his pants down. Catching up, Harry brought a hand down to assist her, his mouth leaving her breast and trailing kisses back up her collar bone.

His pants were finally off, the sound of them dropping to the floor somehow sending a new thrill of excitement through them.

Harry propped himself up on his arms, looking down at his beautiful girlfriend.

Daphne looked angelic, her blonde hair fanned out around her as her flushed face and deep blue eyes stared back up at him.

His breath hitched. His cock bobbed as their lower halves shifted, his member lining up with her entrance. The head of his cock brushed up against her lips, and Harry felt a deep love flow through him in that moment.

"I love you, Daphne." He blurted out.

Daphne beamed up at him. "I love you too, Harry." She opened her arms wide, wrapping them around his shoulders. "Make love to me, please."

He didn't need any more encouragement.

Harry pushed in gently. Daphne let out a long sigh that turned into a moan of pleasure as Harry filled her completely.

He was so big, he was stretching out her insides so wonderfully. Daphne couldn't help but dig her nails into his back. Realizing what she'd done, she let out a small eep.

"Sorry," she told him hastily.

"For what?" Harry grunted out, his entire being focused on not moving before he was sure Daphne was ready.

"I hurt you." She said. At his perplexed look, she massaged the area where her nails had dug in.

Harry chuckled. "That's nothing, Daph. You can scratch me up as much as you want."

Harry took that moment to pull back, his cock sliding through Daphne's tight little quim as her nerve endings were set on fire. Harry stopped when he was two-thirds of the way out, pausing for only a moment before pushing himself in slowly once more.

Daphne clawed at his back, her legs tensing around his waist as the supreme pleasure of being filled by the man she loved overwhelmed her senses.

Harry was faring better, having had plenty of experience over the past few weeks, but it was still a struggle. Daphne was different from Lily and Bella. Her body felt different, her body was smaller than theirs, and the only conclusion that Harry could really reach was that they all felt so different yet so equally amazing.

Harry set the pace, fucking Daphne softly, relishing in every mewl, every gasp and every hiss she let out.

Daphne lifted her head up and Harry met her halfway as they shared another loving kiss. Harry's hands ran up her sides, sending shivers running through Daphne's body as their molten hot cores continued to rut.

It felt as if sparks were coming off Daphne's body. One of those sparks caught on fire, and Daphne was driven over the edge to a powerful orgasm.

"Harry! Oh merlin!"

Harry pushed in and hugged her close, letting her ride out her peak. He nuzzled his nose against the side of her face as Daphne continued to gasp, her peak rolling over her like a tidal wave.

Finally, she began to come down, and Harry pulled out.

Daphne shot him a questioning look, but Harry grinned back.

"Turn over."

Bellatrix was in a hurry.

She'd just left the Great Hall. She'd been heading towards the chamber they'd given her for the tryouts, when she remembered she'd left her portable pit in her quarters.

The portable pit was a nifty little device, it would create a dueling pit, as well as a functional set of protective wards, and a visible timer if she wanted to set a time limit for the duel, which these practice duels would have, otherwise, she couldn't possibly give everyone who'd signed up their fair shake.

She snorted at that thought. After going over the tournament rules, she saw that each school would select two duelists total to compete.

That meant that realistically, there was one slot available for the rest of the school.

Bellatrix entered her quarters, her eyes instantly locking onto the device, which was on top of her desk.

She was halfway to the desk when she heard it. It was muffled, barely perceptible, but it was there.

Moaning.

Bella stared at the door to her bedroom. She picked up another moan, louder this time.

Who could possibly-

No!

Her eyes narrowed into slits. He couldn't possibly have the gall to bring someone into their bed! It was inconceivable.

Bella waved her wand over the dark wooden door, turning it transparent.

The scene that welcomed her left her aghast.

They were facing her. A gorgeous, red faced teenage girl with a head of blonde hair, her mouth almost constantly open in a wailing moan. Her body was pressed against the bed, her almost c-cup breasts looking exquisite as they were smushed onto the mattress.

And above her, his hips thrusting powerfully onto her prone form, was Harry.

She should be mad, absolutely pissed.

But she felt turned on instead.

It was a combination of seeing him dominate his little girlfriend, as well as him having the balls to just fuck the girl right on her bed.

Bella found herself sitting at her desk, her hand playing with her pussy as she watched the teenagers fuck through her door.

A few minutes later, when Harry quickened his pace and pushed the Greengrass girl's head into her pillow, Bellatrix quickened her own pace. When she saw the girl's body begin to tremble, her own body reacted in a similar way.

The moment Harry reared back, clearly pumping the blonde girl full of his seed as the girl herself shook in orgasm, Bella brought herself to completion along with them.

She tidied up, collected her divider rune and left while the two teens were still collapsed on the bed.

…

Harry and Daphne stared at each other as they lay on Bellatrix's bed.

It should have been a moment they would both bask in, and it was, mostly.

But inside of both Harry and Daphne, there was a bit of bitterness bubbling up amongst the sweetness of their passion.

Harry stared into Daphne's deep blue eyes, and perhaps for the first time, realized that the game he'd been playing had been cruel and unfair. Here was Daphne, madly in love with him, and he was bedding two other women without her knowledge.

Daphne was having a very similar internal struggle. She'd been so blinded by hormones, that she hadn't really given thought to just what her sleeping with Lily was. It was a betrayal, a betrayal of the boy she loved. Before now, she could compartmentalize it all away, but now, in the post-orgasmic haze, it became clear what she had done. Her heart ached, it twisted as she knew that as much as it hurt, she couldn't keep it from him any longer.

"Harry-"

"Daphne-"

They stared at each other with searching looks as they opened and closed their mouths.

"Harry I need to tell-"

"Daphne, there's somethi-"

Once more they both spoke up at once, and once more they clicked their jaws shut as they looked at each other. Daphne's expression was almost analytical. She studied Harry's expression, and all the signs were there. Harry was looking guilty and strained, an expression probably mirrored on her own face.

Harry made to talk yet again when Daphne put a finger to his lips.

"Harry, I'm starting to think that we're both feeling guilty about something. And maybe… we're feeling guilty about the same exact thing?"

Harry gulped, was this some sort of trap? "I doubt it, unless you're also feeling guilty about sleeping with my mother and my mentor behind your back." Fuck, that was possibly the worst way to admit to that.

"No, just your mum." Daphne said off the cuff, before she realized what she'd said and her eyes widened in shock.

"You're sleeping with your mum too?"

"You're sleeping with my mum?"

"You're sleeping with your mentor? Have you guys fucked on this bed?"

Harry and Daphne gaped at each other, a million other questions, but through it all, it was clear that they were each reacting to it in another, more physical way.

Harry groaned, rolling over onto his back as he put his hands on his face. "This is bonkers." He said as he massaged his forehead. "Daph, I-I'm sorry. I was thinking with my dick, and I was being inconsiderate-"

Daphne put a hand on his shoulder, and Harry looked over to see his girlfriend had a determined look on her face. "I was thinking with my clit too Harry. I-I should have never let your mum seduce me like that."

"No matter how hot it is." Harry said.

"Tell me about it, have you seen her body? And your mentor is a sex-bomb and a half."

Harry thought back to that time Bella stomped off to his mum's quarters in nothing but a robe, and he wondered if Daphne had been there when that happened. But that was irrelevant right now, there were much more important things to discuss.

"Daph, what happens now?" He asked, dreading the answer.

Daphne fiddled nervously with her fingers. "I-I don't know, what do you want to happen?"

"I…" Harry didn't know what to say. He could never let go of Daphne, but deep down, he knew he'd also fallen in love with Bella and Lily.

"Harry, can we be honest with each other?" Daphne finally said, seeing he wasn't going to formulate a sentence any time soon.

Harry gulped. "Sure."

"We were both stupid, and we both ran into things without thinking. But I love you, and I know you love me, and I have the sneaking suspicion that we both feel the same way about Lily."

"So you're suggesting…"

"Yes, exactly that."

It was crazy how well they knew each other, that they could understand exactly what the other one meant with no further words needing to be spoken.

"What about Bella?" Harry asked.

"I wouldn't mind being with her either." Daphne said cheekily.

Harry laughed, "That's not the issue, the issue is her and mum. They're two of the most hard headed people I know."

Daphne nodded, "Yeah, they have this whole feud going on. I don't think we'd be able to convince them to kiss and make up that easily."

Harry and Daphne both paused, getting a very clear mental image of Lily and Bella kissing and making up.

"So, what then?" Harry asked.

"I think we need to figure out a way to get them to bury the hatchet. Until then, I think it'd be better if we just… played along. Otherwise, the two of them would dig in their heels and we'll never get them to budge."

"We pretend like we don't know, then?"

Daphne nodded. "And Harry, in the future, if either of us wants to include someone else, we'll both talk about it beforehand."

Harry smiled, it was only fair. "Of course."

….

Harry felt lighter as he walked over to the large chamber, the same room that had yesterday held the disastrous first audition.

He and Daphne had walked together, unable to keep the dorky smiles off their faces. Finally, they split up, and Harry had stared proudly after his girlfriend as she limped away. After the heart to heart discussion they'd had, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, a weight he hadn't known he'd been carrying.

He didn't know how things would end up with Bella and Lily, but at least he knew that Daphne would always be by his side.

Harry let out a satisfied breath as he made his way into the room.

It actually looked quite similar to yesterday. The large stage was replaced by a deep circle, a translucent yellow sheen around it that could only be the boundary wards.

"You're almost late." Bella commented.

Harry grinned over at her, and for some reason she looked as if she was trying to hide a blush. "Five minutes early, and I'm the first one here."

She rolled her eyes. "Remember, Harry, no toying around. I want you to dispose of them as efficiently as possible."

Harry nodded, his face turning just slightly more serious. "Don't worry, I don't play with my food."

More people began to trickle in. The attendance was smaller than for the play, especially since there were very few lower years, but it was still quite sizable.

Harry looked around. The twins and Cedric Diggory were the only ones he thought might be an issue. He was surprised to see Angelina there, though he supposed it was wrong for him to pigeon-hole her into only being good at quidditch. He wasn't surprised to see Malfoy, and he hoped that he would be matched up with the ponce.

Bellatrix waited until five minutes past the hour before waving her wand, closing the double doors shut.

"Welcome, to the first and only tryout for the Hogwarts Dueling team. I am to select only two of you to represent us against the other two schools, so only the best of the best will be able to make it."

Harry felt many eyes on him. He ignored their looks, he didn't care if he had a target on his back, in the end, his wand would prove true.

"Since there are so many of you, and setting you all off against each other would be an exhausting waste of time, we will be doing things a bit differently."

Bellatrix held up the signup sheet, with all of their names written down. "I have randomly assigned you three opponents. You will duel these opponents in order. There is a one-minute time limit to these duels, and standard dueling rules apply, the only banned curses are those that could cause permanent harm."

Cedric raised his hand and Bellatrix looked rather annoyed at him for having done so. "Yes?" She asked.

"Isn't one minute a bit too short, Professor?"

Bellatrix chuckled. "Have you ever been in a duel, Mr. Diggory?"

Cedric shook his head. "Err…no."

"One minute will be more than enough. And it will be efficient. In three duels, you must show me why you are worthy of representing Hogwarts in this tournament. Obviously, it would be beneficial to win all your duels, but I am looking for skill, and I am looking for talent. Understood?"

Everyone nodded in assent.

"Good, now let's begin."

Bellatrix waved her wand, and a large banner appeared on the far wall, showing the order in which they would be fighting.

Harry searched out his name. He saw that his first duel, the third overall, would be against Malfoy. Afterwards he would face Cedric and finish off against Angelina.

He grinned, glancing over at Malfoy, who was trying to not appear visibly nervous as he realized he would face Harry.

If Harry couldn't toy with him, he would humiliate him.

The first duel, a fifth year Ravenclaw against a seventh year Gryffindor, was rather embarrassing. Neither boy could think much beyond casting stunners and knockback jinxes, and their aim was wildly off. Forty seconds in, they were both clearly exhausted, and Bellatrix looked as if she wanted to blast them both through the wall by the end.

The second duel was better, but Harry lost interest rather quickly. He was up next, and he needed to come up with a plan of attack.

The duel ended with a sixth year Slytherin girl getting the best of her Hufflepuff opponent. Immediately afterwards, Harry and Draco were called to the ring.

Harry stepped in, jittery with anticipation. Malfoy looked more than a bit scared, but as always, the boy tried to mask it with some false bravado.

"Ready to be embarrassed, Potter? Once this is done, I'm sure my aunt will be reconsidering her choice of protege."

One look at Bella showed that no such thing would happen.

They both bowed stiffly. A timer above them counted down from five. Once it hit zero, a buzzer went off.

Malfoy lept into action, a cutting curse on his lips, his wand aimed for Harry's center of mass.

A giant mallet appeared next to the blonde boy. In one violent motion, it smashed into his side, sending him flying and crashing onto the ring barrier.

The mallet disappeared, Malfoy whimpered as he lay on the floor broken.

Five seconds had elapsed.

"Winner: Harry Potter." Bella couldn't hide the excitement in her voice as Harry smirked at her, walking out of the platform as Malfoy was taken away to the hospital wing by a house elf.

If everyone had been weary of Harry before, now, many were absolutely terrified of him.

Harry saw the ensuing duels with varying interest. The twins were skilled, if a little erratic. Diggory was alright, nothing to write home about. Susan had come along, and though the girl seemed determined, she had definitely not inherited her parent's skill. Angelina was actually the one who impressed him the most. She dodged her opponent's spells with cat-like reflexes, and when she fired back, her spells carried both power and precision.

Soon it was time for his duel against Diggory. Cedric stood opposite him, his stance tense and he clearly wanted to go on the offensive and try to put Harry on the back foot.

The buzzer sounded.

Cedric had barely raised his wand to cast a spell, when the giant mallet once again appeared, sweeping a surprised Cedric aside and smashing the older boy against the wall.

Harry summoned Cedric's wand just in case, but it hadn't been necessary. Though not as hurt as Malfoy, the sandy haired teen was in no shape to continue.

"Going deep into your repertoire, huh Harry?" George asked once he'd exited the arena.

Harry shrugged. "If it ain't broke."

"Tell that to Diggory's ribcage." Fred said as the boy walked gingerly over to the side of the room, receiving first aid from another older year.

Harry glanced over at Bellatrix. She wore a neutral expression, but when their eyes met, she shot him a small smile. He'd acquitted himself quite well so far. He knew she'd enjoy him using the same spell twice, she always preached efficiency and revealing as little as possible about your repertoire. Your next duel was always in the stands, scouting you out.

The next few duels passed by quickly. The twins were pitted against each other, and instead of taking it seriously the two boys spent their minute trading prank jinxes and joking around, much to Bellatrix's growing irritation.

Soon it was time for Harry's last duel against Angelina.

They squared off opposite each other, and Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that Angelina didn't seem the least bit intimidated.

She had a determined look on her face, her black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was tall, practically his own height, and for the first time in a while Harry noticed her figure, especially thanks to the tight leggings and sports bra combo she was wearing.

Angelina most certainly had a quidditch body, her chest was almost flat, her body was tight and athletic, with the outline of abs showing through her flat stomach.

Then your eyes trailed downward and the giant dump truck she was carrying around struck you. It was big enough to be noticeable from the front, and it seemed that no amount of exercise could do anything to shrink the wide hips and fat, juicy ass she was sporting.

Harry let out a breath, this was not the time to be checking out his competition.

"Good luck Har, you're gonna need it!" Angelina said cheekily.

Harry grinned. "We'll see about that."

Just as the buzzer sounded Harry shot her his own cheeky grin.

For the third time that day, a giant mallet took a swing at his opponent.

Angelina had been anticipating it, her wand pointed to her left side, where Harry had struck both Cedric and Malfoy.

But this time Harry had conjured the mallet from above.

Angelina looked shocked, but only for a split second.

He didn't know how she knew where it was coming from, but her reflexes were something else. She instantly whipped her wand above her, shooting off a Confrigo curse that blasted the wooden mallet into a million tiny pieces. She even managed to shoot off a red hot stunner towards him right after.

She wasn't able to get much else off. The shattered bits of wood did not fall away, instead they began to coalesce together with Angelina in the middle, trying to encase her in a wooden tomb.

Harry saw the stunner coming, and instead of jumping to the side, he decided it was a good time to utilize Bella's training.

He calmly observed the spell and mapped out its trajectory relative to his position.

He shifted slightly to the left, allowing the spell to pass harmlessly mere inches away from his shoulder.

"Incendio!"

Angelina burnt her would-be prison down to ashes. Harry flicked his wand and sent up a small gust of wind, kicking up the ashes in her face.

Angelina coughed, her eyes closed as the ash cloud hovered over her. Harry sent a pair of stunners followed by a disarming spell after her.

Angelina leapt to the side, certainly on instinct as there was no way she could have seen Harry's spells coming.

"Avis!" As she dived to the side, Angelina sent a flock of doves flying towards Harry.

Not wanting to extend this any further, Harry sliced through the doves with a wide arching cutting curse. As blood and guts rained down, Harry saw a small white orb fly towards him.

it was an egg.

For a moment Harry froze. Had Angelina conjured that flock of birds, knowing he would slice them in half, in order to send that egg at him? What would happen if he tried to vanish the egg towards her? Was it some sort of explosive that would trigger when he cast at it.

He who hesitates is lost.

Knowing he needed to stop thinking and start acting, Harry conjured a chest high brick wall the width of the platform.

He banished it towards Angelina. The egg cracked harmlessly against the wall, and Angelina had barely stood up and opened her eyes before she let out a shriek of surprise. The wall crashed into her, sending her flying off the platform.

"Winner, Harry Potter!" Bella sounded breathless, and as Harry looked over at her, he saw that the woman looked very excited.

Harry glanced up at the clock. Forty-five seconds, they'd almost gone the full minute.

Everyone around them looked equally impressed. Harry vanished his wall and walked over to Angelina, who was still on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Harry held his hand out and she looked up at him, a dazzling smile on her sweaty face as she took his hand.

"Gave you a good fight at least, Potter?" She asked.

Harry shook his head. "You were brilliant, Angelina. The way you were moving around was crazy. What was with the egg, by the way?"

She shrugged. "I thought it might throw you off."

"It almost did, too." Bellatrix had walked up on them, her eyes shining. "So, Ms. Johnson, ever dueled before?"

Angelina shook her head. "Not really. I'm more of a quidditch girl. I just wanted to try this out to prove I could."

Bellatrix grumbled a bit at that answer, "Well, I've found my duo."

"Wait, I'm in?" Angelina asked in shock.

"There's still a few of us left to duel, Professor!" A Ravenclaw student said from behind them.

Bellatrix shot the boy a death glare. "I've seen enough. These two are the Hogwarts team, the rest of you, get out of my sight."

If any of them were disgruntled, none of them dared show it. The other students just left quietly, only daring to glare at Bellatrix when her back was turned and they were already at the door.

Soon only Harry, Bella and Angelina were left in the room.

"Alright then, we'll meet up here again on Saturday at eight. Training will be every Wednesday and Saturday, and you better come prepared, I expect nothing but the best." She was addressing Angelina, who seemed to be more than up for the challenge.

"If there's one thing about me, I'll always put in my best effort." The dark-skinned girl assured the professor. "I'll see you on saturday then. see ya, Harry." Angelina winked at him, and as she turned to walk away, Harry couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sway of her shapely ass as it rippled in those tight leggings.

Bellatrix hugged him from behind when Angelina left. "That's on top of our Tuesday and Thursday sessions, lover boy." She whispered into his ear. "I hope you're up for the challenge."

A shiver went down his spine. Harry felt himself grow hard once more, "Today is tuesday. We haven't had our training session yet." He turned his head to face her.

Bellatrix gave him a lecherous grin.

Harry was thankful that they didn't run into anyone on their way to her chambers, because they did a terrible job of hiding their wandering hands and stolen kisses. As the door to Bella's chambers closed behind him, Harry knew he'd be getting little to no sleep tonight. And he couldn't be any happier about it.