Chapter 22

Once When I Was Dancing

Harry smiled amusedly as Luna stepped into the hallway from the Ravenclaw common room, her eyes brightening as they met his.

She skipped over to him.

"You look lovely." He said, grabbing her shoulders and giving her a once-over.

She was wearing a pretty blue dress and had her honey-blonde hair curled around her wand on top of her head. Peculiar small radish earrings hung down her earlobes. And she hadn't deigned to put on any makeup to look extra special like every other girl.

"Thank you. You look lovely too." She smiled innocently while he made a face at being called lovely.

Rolling his eyes at her—unable to tell if she was being clueless or witty—he offered his elbow. "Let's go."

She immediately latched onto him, linking her elbow with his and humming happily as they strolled towards the Great Hall.

Even Harry, who was truly smitten with his mother, couldn't deny that the French champion looked radiant in her sparkling silver dress tonight.

Fleur Delacour offered him a friendly smile as she noticed his curious gaze.

Harry returned the gesture and moved inside the Great Hall behind the other champions once Professor McGonagall allowed them.

His gaze instantly snapped over to the staff table where his mum was standing with the other professors.

It was difficult not to stare at her.

She was wearing a purple gown that unashamedly accentuated her curves. And it was sleeveless too, allowing a great deal of flesh to be displayed. Her pale shoulders were bare, and her neckline showed more than just a little cleavage. If that wasn't enough, the gown was skin tight around her torso and butt before flaring into an ankle-length skirt.

The gown proudly presented her hourglass figure, pulling no punches in exhibiting her large bust and equally large behind.

He wasn't the only one staring at her; hundreds of boys and girls furtively sneaked glances at her. And with her bright red hair spiralling into a crown atop her head, she didn't look any less than a queen.

Luna squeezed his arm, pulling him from his observation.

He gave her a thankful nod, not wanting to make a fool of himself by tripping on the steps.

Reaching the raised platform where the professors and the champions were to be seated, he moved towards the chair beside his mum. He placed a kiss on her cheek before taking his seat, making her smile broadly.

"You look too good, mum." He grinned, sneaking his hand under the table and putting it over her knee.

The texture of the purple gown was thin and silky, and he could almost believe he was touching her bare skin instead of through the gown.

"I can say the same for you two." She said, looking at them adoringly, hiding a smirk when he dragged his palm up and gave her meaty thigh a squeeze.

Luna shook her head. "I look cute, Professor. But you look sexy. Why, if I wasn't a girl, I'd have asked you out. Hmm, and the feel of your big boobies on my face would've been... pleasant. Yes, pleasant indeed."

The others at the table cringed and blushed, while Lily and Harry just chuckled, used to her antics.

"Thank you for the compliment, dear." Lily said, leaning over and lightly patting her head, careful not to mess up her quirky hairdo.

Harry wasn't sure if that move was intentional, because as she leaned sideways towards him since he was sitting between his mum and Luna, her breasts pressed on his chest, and the dizzying scent of vanilla made him instantly pop a boner.

He discreetly adjusted his length, resisting the urge to pull her on his lap and allow her to grind her delicious arse over his erection.

With the way she was smiling, she was aware of his lustful thoughts.

The dinner was spent talking about the tasks, with the other three champions butting in to give their own opinions.

Cedric's and Krum's glances over his mum's cleavage didn't go unnoticed by him. But he reminded himself that she had dressed up for him. So unless anyone tried to touch her, they could keep on staring like brainless trolls. He wouldn't mind much.

As Dumbledore led Headmistress Maxime down the table and towards the expanded dance floor, he took Luna's arm and followed after him.

He snickered silently as they danced off-tune. It was a slow song, but Luna was having none of it, swirling around him like a spinning top, oblivious to the exasperated and condescending looks she was receiving.

At one point, she became too dizzy to keep revolving around him. So he pulled her into his arms and placed a kiss on top of her head. "Break?"

She nodded in his chest, and he led her to the tables sprawled at the edge of the dance floor.

"I'll be reading. Dance with Professor Potter as much as you want." Luna said, pulling out a bright pink tome from her bottomless purse.

He wondered what book it was.

Offering her a nod and a fond kiss on the cheek, he hurried back to the head table where his mum was sitting alone, gently rejecting the brave ones who thought they could dance with her.

Fucking fools. His mum was his and no one else's.

"May I have this dance, Madame?" He asked, presenting his arm and giving her an exaggerated bow.

She let out a small chuckle and clasped his hand. "You may, good sir."

It was soft and warm, just like every inch of her body.

The sea of dancing students parted for them, and the two found a small space on the dance floor for themselves.

Her arms looped around his neck while he placed his hands on her sides.

Without another word, she embraced him, and they began moving in tune with slow music.

Her breasts were firmly squashed against his chest. And her stiff nipples poked him, confirming his assumption of her bra-lessness.

"Mum." He whispered, inhaling her vanilla scent, his grip tightening on her waist as she placed her chin over his shoulder and exhaled in his ear.

"Yes?"

He could hear her smirk.

"What will be everyone's reaction if I turn you around and bend you? What will they say if I rip your dress off and take you right here and now?" His tone was husky with arousal, and his hands moved from her waist to her back, resting just above the curve of her arse.

"You may get a minute before the professors pull you away from me. I'm sure many students will be delighted to see me getting fucked; they will revel in the opportunity to see me in that improper state. Even if the one fucking me is you and not them. But I'm afraid you won't get enough time to reach climax." She giggled in his ear, her thumbs rubbing the skin on the back of his neck, making him stifle a shiver. "Do you want to do that, baby? We can blame it on some unknown stranger dosing you with love potion. We can probably get away with it. So, tell me? Do you want to impale me right here and now before hundreds of witnesses?"

His erection throbbed against her thigh.

It was good that he had foreseen this and already arranged his cock in a way that wouldn't look conspicuous.

"I'm surprised I'm even humouring this idea, considering how possessive I am." He mumbled on her neck, the tips of his fingers almost touching the swells of her arse.

Almost.

"Maybe the thrill of this risky idea is compromising with your possessiveness." She murmured, her lips touching his earlobe and her warm breath washing over his skin.

He imagined it.

The confused silence as he pushed her down on all fours right on the dance floor, the crowd of dancers instinctively stepping away to give them space. He envisioned the horrified and hungry gazes of others as he roughly tore off her clothes, leaving her perfect, curvaceous body bare for everyone's bewitched eyes.

He imagined his mum moaning at the rough treatment and everyone's surprised gasps as he penetrated her in one push, her hot inner walls welcoming him warmly, having already been reshaped by his cock.

Then he pictured the pandemonium as the two began rutting without a care. Some would scream and cry for the professor's intervention. But some would be enchanted by her sexy body, unable to take their eyes off them.

Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall would pull their wands and separate them, with him barely getting a couple of thrusts in.

His boner trembled against her groin, screaming at him to turn that into reality.

But he had some sense left and he pulled a little away so he could look into her eyes. His mum's emeralds gleamed in challenge, telling him that she was ready for anything. "I… I don't think I can ever allow anyone to see you in your naked glory. That image is mine. You are mine."

Her lips spread in a pleased smile. "And you are mine. I think I'm feeling sick. Will you escort me to the lavatory? It seemed I had too much alcohol."

Harry's eyes widened as she intentionally stumbled towards him.

He caught her and swooped her up in a bridal carry.

The students and the professors gave them worried or jealous looks.

"Mum had too much alcohol. She is very lightweight. I'll carry her to her room." He said to Professor McGonagall and excused himself.

Harry caught many envious looks from boys. He wouldn't be surprised if some of them wanted to change places with him. He wouldn't be surprised if their wildest fantasy was to be Harry Potter so they could fuck Lily Potter.

But their fantasy was his reality.

Ignoring the resentful looks, he left the Great Hall.

"You can open your eyes." He sighed exasperatedly, strolling towards her quarters.

Her amused eyes snapped open and a giggle escaped her. "At this point, I think some of them may be questioning how close we actually are."

"That stunt there definitely didn't help our case." He rolled his eyes.

"I was just excited. It was getting difficult not to kiss you. Come here. We are alone now." She wiggled out of his arms and jumped to her feet, making her tits bounce in her dress.

"Here? In the hallway?" He asked.

"In the broom closet. It's been a while since—" She snapped her mouth shut and simply stepped into the closet, recalling Harry didn't like it when she talked about her physical relationship with another man, even if that man happened to be James.

Due to the narrow space, she pressed her front against the wall. "Take me from behind. I can't wait anymore. Fuck me now."

With her cheek pressed against the wall and her arse pushed back, she looked too excited to control herself until they reached her room.

The narrow closet wasn't even wide enough to move their hips while fucking. Hell, it looked cramped with just her in there.

Still, it wasn't everyday that he got the opportunity to fuck his mum in a broom closet.

His eyes fixed on her plump arse, and he walked into the closet.

"Mmm." She moaned as his crotch pushed against her soft round arse.

Harry winced as he tried to pull back. But there was hardly any space behind him. But it was enough to push up her gown and align his pulsing cock against her weeping entrance.

Closing the closet door, he pushed inside her.

Her insides were just as hot and silky as always.

"Harry!" She groaned, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip.

Only the thin slits in the closet door provided some light, which fell on their bodies.

The closet was dark and dusty, but the warmth of her body and the scent of vanilla overpowered them.

Grabbing around her stomach with one arm and using the other to pin her head on the wall, he pulled back just a little but already hit his butt against the wall behind him.

His cock was hardly halfway out.

"Why did you stop?" She whined, flushed against the wall in front of her.

"Not much space to have full movements."

"I don't care. Just keep moving your hips, Harry." She moaned and pushed her voluptuous arse back, undoing his work, sliding his cock back in her ravenous pussy.

He snorted and started humping, doing it with quick small thrusts.

She moaned and pulled his hand—the one that was on her stomach—onto her breasts. "Grab me. Fuck me. Do it, baby."

He squeezed her tits and stirred her insides, his cockhead nudging her cervix.

The hard, fast movements made beautiful sounds, turning them on.

Slaps slap slap!

Slap slap slap!

Slap slap slap!

"Hmmmmmmmm… Harryyyyyy…"

Her inner walls contracted around his dick and he came with her.

He spurted inside her and held onto the seductive body, his one hand still wedged in her bountiful tits, the other still pinning her head on the wall.

"Let's get to the room and have sex more comfortably. I feel like I can't move." She chuckled.

"Because you can't. Don't move, let me pull out." He shook his head, amazed by his mum's impulsive decision to fuck in the broom closet.

He bent his knees and found an angle to pull out.

As soon as his cock escaped her, she sighed, feeling her son's semen trickling out.

"I'll wait outside." He said and kissed her on the neck.

She moaned and pushed her arse against his crotch.

He was still hard.

"Don't make me fuck you again in this cramped space." He whispered, giving her arse a sharp slap, making them jiggle.

"So rough." She chuckled as he stepped out and closed the door.

"That's how you like it." Harry's muffled voice came through the door.

It didn't take more than a minute to pull up her knickers and redress so as not to look like she just took a cock in her cunt.

"What happened here?" Lily asked dubiously after getting out.

Sprawled on the floor were Severus, Karkaroff, and Moody.

"They tried to attack me." Harry said with an amused grin. "But my invisible arms gave me an upper hand and I easily took them out."

He demonstrated his invisible arms by giving her tits a squeeze.

She squeaked at the suddeness of it. "Not now, Harry. This is a serious matter. And why didn't I hear anything?"

He shrugged. "I applied dozens of protective charms as soon as I saw them approaching. I didn't want to give away your location in case they were after you. And no, they weren't. They seemed desperate to capture me alive for some reason."

Lily wondered if these three were the ones who placed Harry's name in the tournament. Shaking her head, she decided to contact Dumbledore. Everything would be revealed soon anyway.

That night they learnt Voldemort's plan to use Harry's blood to come back. And in his impatience to return, Voldemort changed the date from the 24 June to 25 December. Alas, his minions were unsuccessful in kidnapping Harry which resulted in the arrest of babymort, who was kept alive in a weakened state for unknown reasons.

Unlike the public, Dumbledore revealed the reasons to them, telling them about Horcruxes.

And that was enough for Lily's paranoid self to abandon Hogwarts and lock themselves back again under the wards of Potter Manor.

"We will only go out once Voldemort is truly killed off." She had said the day they returned home.

"You know, I can easily help them with my power." Harry had said, not wanting to be cut off from the world again.

"You can. But you won't. You will obediently remain with me in the safety of our house." She had commanded in an uncompromising tone.

And Harry couldn't go against that, not that he wanted to.

Three years later, Dumbledore will visit the Potter Manor to inform of Voldemort's demise. But by then, Harry and Lily would become too used to living alone together to ever venture out.