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Chapter 25
"OH! … Cissy! … That feels reeeally good!" Narcissa heard her young target moan as she laid flat on her belly with her head between his spread legs. Slowly she moved her head up and down, taking him to the hilt. When his lovely cock was inside her throat, she would place her tongue against the underside of his shaft and add some suction. Lifting her head up, her plump, pink lips would pull the skin of his cock, sending incredible pleasure racing up his spine. Narcissa let his cock pop free of her lips, but before it could flop to the side, her skillful hand quickly caught it. Holding him by the base, Narcissa giggled while peppering the shaft with kisses. His hips bucked when she tickled the bottom of his head with the tip of her tongue.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my sweetling?" Narcissa asked in an amused but teasing voice. She dipped her head slightly lower and sucked on the skin of his sack. Her hands caressed his thighs, loving how his hairless skin felt. She found it a bit odd that he didn't have hair on any part of his body other than his head, but she didn't put too much thought into it. Whatever the reason, it was a blessing, she thought. If there was one thing she hated, it was getting pubic hair stuck between her straight, pearly-white teeth. Such things were below her station in life. With Harry, that wasn't an issue. Her hand moved up and down his long shaft, letting her fingers glide all the way up to the head before coming back down. Meanwhile, she had begun tongue-bathing his balls with determined licks. She could feel his soft body shudder, and she inwardly smirked. The boy would never stand a chance with a woman like her. It wouldn't be long before his gold filled her coffers.
She was quite glad that doing sexual things with him wasn't exactly a chore. She shuddered at the idea of doing these same things with an old, wrinkled Pureblood. Her fingers danced over his young, soft skin, and she got a sexual thrill as she felt him goosebump. Narcissa was the definition of a Femme Fatale, a beautiful, older woman using her sexuality to bring ruin to a naive, young man. Narcissa's nipples hardened even further at the thought. The whole idea of using Harry for pleasure while taking his gold made her feel younger. It made her feel alive for once in a very long time. Letting go of his sack, she placed kisses all around his cock, tasting his salty, sweet-smelling skin. His rigid pole of man meat was pressed right up against her face, and she was forced to move it to the side with her hand. Holding back a giggle, she thought about her former husband. 'He would have been half-limp already,' she recollected snidely. It felt good to be with a young man again, Narcissa thought as she nuzzled his shaft with her cheek. She missed the days of being in bed with a boy whose cock refused to deflate in her presence. Narcissa loved having that power over men.
Just as she was thinking this, that familiar sensation that she loved so much started up again. Every time she was in his presence, his magic would react with hers, filling her with the most mind-numbing pleasure imaginable. She first felt it on her chest, tweaking her hard nipples. It was almost like two pairs of fingers expertly pinching, pulling, and rolling her hard, little nubs. The only thing that she disliked about it was the fact that she couldn't control her body, and as if to prove it, her body began squirming uncontrollably. Her already wet pussy became so drenched that fat drops of her arousal dripped from her engorged clit. Narcissa collapsed against his lower belly, trapping his cock between his stomach and her face. As her nipples were being played with, an invisible finger began tickling the rim of her virgin asshole. She could still use the word virgin when it came to describing her ass, technically at least. Memories flashed through her mind of their last encounter, and how a cock made of Harry's pure magic penetrated her tightest hole and claimed her last virginity. Just remembering it made her pussy tingle with pleasure.
As the finger caressed the rim and tickled the hole itself, a pair of lips touched her swollen clit, and a tongue made of magic flicked the hard, little bead. Narcissa squealed against Harry's cock. His fingers were threaded through her blonde hair, and his short nails were gently scratching at her scalp, which only added to the pleasure. She wasn't ready for her clit to be taken in and sucked on hard. Narcissa's back arched, and she cried out, cumming violently. With shaking arms, she pushed herself up and crawled along his body until she was straddling his waist. Wanting to tease him again, she began rubbing her soaking wet pussy all over his hard cock. It wasn't long before it was slick with her juices. The invisible lips sucked harder as the fingers rolled her nipples, and if that wasn't bad enough, the finger playing with her back door decided at that moment to penetrate her fully. Narcissa couldn't stop her body from collapsing forward. Splayed across his chest, she squealed into his neck when Harry grabbed her thighs and spread them apart. Being rolled over, she now found herself on her back with Harry settled between her open thighs. Her normally pale pussy was pink with desire and need. The heavy scent of her arousal hung in the air, sending him clear signs that her body was ready to be bred. His heavy cock rested along her hot and wet slit. Her chest was heaving as she breathed in and out heavily. A gasp left her lips as he laid kisses along her bare shoulder and over her slender neck. The fire was crackling in the room, and her body was coated in a thin layer of perspiration. Harry seemed to love the way she tasted. He moaned as his lips traveled along her jaw and up to her lips. When his lips touched hers, Narcissa gasped as he pushed forward expertly with his hips, claiming her body for the first time.
Her eyes closed as he kissed her deeply. She could feel inch after inch of his wonderful cock stretching her silky tunnel when suddenly, he hit some unknown spot within her. Narcissa bucked wildly, and her thighs clamped down on his body, only being stopped by Harry's hips. She squeezed his body tightly as her pussy snapped shut around his invading cock. Her mouth opened, and she squealed against his lips, her eyes wide with shock and awe. She imagined that if there was an opposite to the curse Crucio, this was what it would feel like. Every nerve in her supple body sang with pleasure. Every muscle tightened as she came harder than ever before. Her pussy had a mind of its own. It was squeezing Harry's cock like it never wanted to let go. She could feel her insides rolling and fluttering around him, massaging his shaft as if to tempt a creamy load of his cum from his bloated balls, all the while his hips were bouncing up and down, taking her deeper. Lights flashed behind her eyes as she came again with every thrust. Noises were coming from her open mouth, but she almost couldn't recognize the voice. No man had ever caused such noises to escape her lovely lips. As he pounded her g-spot, Narcissa couldn't figure out what to do. At one point she was trying to push him away as the pleasure was too intense. At other times she wrapped her legs around his slim waist and pulled him closer, wanting him inside of her fully. After she had came dozens of times, she finally felt him reach his end.
"It's coming, Cissy!" she heard him cry out in an innocent voice. With what little strength she had left in her orgasming body, she rolled him over and pressed down on him with all of her weight. She felt the tip of his cock plunge deeply until her cervix was touched. Narcissa bucked wildly when she felt him release inside of her. As soon as his cum touched her insides, one last tremendous orgasm rocked her body, causing it to shake uncontrollably. At some point, she collapsed into his arms. He tried to roll her over, but she whined pathetically, wanting him to remain inside of her body. Within seconds, she was fast asleep with his hard cock still buried deep within.
When he heard her start snoring, a wicked smile formed on his face. He had been slowly honing his skills without a wand, and it was paying off. A few more orgasms like that and Narcissa would forget all about whatever plan she had for him. She squirmed in his arms, and he was forced to hold back a moan as her insides continued to try and milk him. He closed his eyes to get some rest as she shuddered and squeaked through a sleeping orgasm.
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Emma Granger looked at her husband with disgust. She sipped her tea at the kitchen table while he sat on the sofa in the family room. One leg was crossed over the other while he snapped the newspaper open. Like always, he flipped to the business section first. Everything he did and every little movement he made was like fingernails on a chalkboard to her. At that moment, she couldn't remember why she had married the man in the first place. All she wanted was for him to leave so she wouldn't have to look at his annoying face anymore. Knowing that he wasn't going anywhere for the next hour, she wrinkled her nose in his direction and went back to her tea.
Dan Granger turned away from his paper and looked at his wife. Just the sight of her face made him want to roll up the paper and womp her over the head with it. How could he have ever loved this woman? Yes, she was physically attractive, but there was much more to a relationship than just physical appearance. Besides, he was a very successful dentist with plenty of money. There were many good-looking ladies out there who would date him for that reason alone. He didn't need Emma anymore. At this point, she was simply a ball and chain dragging him down to the deepest depths of despair. He didn't need her, and he didn't want her. He heard her slurp on her cup of tea, and it sent a chill down his spine. Everything about her was annoying. He turned away, not wanting to look at her for another second.
Neither of them noticed a small medallion that was Cursed to elevate emotional tension within a short radius. The kitchen and family room just happened to be covered by that radius. Upstairs, a devious, brown-haired girl plotted new ways to get her mother and father divorced while thinking of her loving Master. Unfortunately, Hermione didn't think that she would get it done before Christmas break ended. Sadly, she would have to remove the Cursed medallion when she left. She didn't want her parents to kill each other after all. That would ruin all her plans.
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"Are you absolutely certain?" a middle-aged man decked out in black wizard robes asked a younger, gruff-looking man as a piece of parchment was handed to him. The man nodded, causing his dirty, unwashed hair to bounce around.
"Aye. I'm certain," he reiterated. Harry had once again taken his aging potion to talk to this ragged-looking gentleman. His clothes were shabby and torn, he was unshaven, and his boots looked to be on their last legs. Werewolves usually had it bad, but this one was doubly so.
"You understand what will happen if this is a scam? The people I answer to won't be pleased," Harry added. Again, the man nodded.
"Aye," he simply stated. Harry reached into his robe and pulled out a large sack of gold. He tossed it to the man who snatched it out of the air with ease. Opening the mouth of the bag, his eyes sparkled anew. Harry guessed that he had never seen that much gold in his entire life.
"Then our business is done. Enjoy," Harry told the man. The werewolf didn't bother answering. He was eager to spend his ill-gotten gains. Harry watched him go until he turned the corner and disappeared from view. Harry looked at the parchment and found the same address that he had been verbally told only moments earlier. "This is going to be a journey," Harry stated, still looking at the paper.
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It was very early the following morning, and the sun had barely begun to shine in a small village near Schleswig, Germany. High above, he circled around the village on his broom under a powerful Disillusionment Charm. Finding a nice empty field that was blocked by trees in most directions, he landed and placed his broom in his enchanted bag. Leaving the charm on himself, he escaped the field and began making his way down the road. The village wasn't large, having only one main road and several branch lanes on both sides. As such, it only took Harry twenty minutes to find the correct street. He walked down it until he found the correct address. Harry activated his Mage Sight and took another look. Sure enough, there was a Ward around the property boundary, which was strange considering that this was an all-muggle village. Harry studied the ward closer and found it to be laughably simple. The creator likely had only the barest amount of knowledge when it came to Ward creation. This one was a simple Alarm Ward that would inform the creator when someone crossed the property line. It wouldn't even tell them if it was a muggle or magical. To top it off, the Ward looked weak and frayed, like the creator was using a wand that was a poor match. Within seconds, Harry reformed the boundary until the Ward only covered the front-left corner of the property. With that done, Harry quietly entered the property.
Centered in the middle of the property was a brick house with short walls and a large, slanted roof that made the home look like a giant wedge. Across the front was a framework of dark brown, wooden boards that gave the house a Scandinavian look. First, he pulled his Veela hair wand out and worked a bit of magic on the front door, making sure that the back door was the only way out. Harry slowly made his way around the side of the house. He tried to peer in through the windows but found them all covered by thick curtains. Undeterred, he walked around the back. As soon as he took the corner, he immediately was hit in the face with the sickly-sweet scent of death. The scent wasn't strong, but it was strong enough to capture his attention. Most of the back garden was flat except for a pile in the back corner that was covered in snow. Harry's feet crunched through the inch or so of fresh snow as he walked over to what looked like a snow pile. Once he reached it, however, there was no doubt that this wasn't just snow. The scent was stronger there. Harry wiped some of the snow off and found what appeared to be a dead body.
Harry grabbed the side of the body and pulled, finding it stiff from rigor mortis and slightly frozen from being in the snow. It rolled and dropped to the ground, revealing the mangled body of an old man. His face and chest had been savaged with what looked like bite and claw marks. The front of his nightshirt was covered in dried blood. His body had been stacked on top of another. His wife, Harry guessed. The back of her own nightgown was stained with his blood. Harry rolled her over and to his surprise, there was another man underneath her. Three victims, Harry thought, shaking his head. He examined them all. All three had been savaged by a werewolf. The old woman was in a similar state to the old man. There was a younger man, probably in his late forties who had similar wounds but also had defensive wounds on his arms and hands. 'He tried to fight back,' Harry thought. When the muggle authorities finally found them, they would probably suggest a wild animal. 'Was there any wild animal in Germany that was capable of this kind of brutality,' Harry wondered. There certainly was, he thought as he looked toward the house. He brushed himself off and walked toward the back door.
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Something thumped hard against the back door, causing Fenrir Greyback to sit up in bed. His head snapped from side to side, using his enhanced werewolf senses to listen closely. He didn't hear anything. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to work out the sleepiness. He had only been asleep for a couple of hours and was still very tired after a long night of heavy drinking. Standing up, he stepped out of his room and found his two pack mates sleepily walking up to him.
"Sound wake you up?" Fenrir asked, and they both sleepily nodded. "Go out back. Check it out," he growled as he went back into his room. His magical alarm hadn't gone off, so he wasn't too worried. He flopped back onto the large, comfortable bed that had once been owned by a nice, elderly couple. He and his friends had a lot of fun drunkenly tearing them open. It was a shame that he would have to leave this house in a couple more days. Sadly, he couldn't stay in the same place for too long. He had looming death sentences in at least a dozen countries, and he was eager to avoid that if possible. He closed his eyes and had nearly fallen back asleep when he shot up like a spring. He heard a scream from out back. Rushing through the bedroom door, he met only one of his mates. "Was that Dolphus?" he asked. His other friend, Ernouf nodded. "What the fuck just happened?"
"Don't know," Ernouf said, clearly unnerved. "He went out back and shut the door behind him to keep the heat in. Then he screamed."
"Go check on him," Fenrir snapped.
"Why don't we both …"
"I SAID GO!" Fenrir growled angrily, slapping him over the head. Ernouf flinched as he was struck. He rubbed his head but remained silent as he slowly crept toward the closed back door. Right before his hand touched the handle, they felt something that made their skin tingle. Ernouf looked back at his leader.
"Anti-Apparition … Anti-Portkey," Fenrir hissed. "Fuck! Go check but leave the door open." Ern nodded and slowly opened the door. He took the quickest peek possible before pulling his head back through. He didn't see anything. He leaned out a bit further and found nothing.
"Don't see nobody!" he called out in a harsh whisper. "We can make a run for it!" he cried out and disappeared through the door. Fenrir heard a hollow thunk, and only a second later, Ern's head rolled back through the door and stopped at Fenrir's dirty feet. For the briefest of moments, Ern's head was staring straight up at him with a look of terror etched on his ugly face before his head tilted to the side. He could see that his neck had been severed cleanly, likely by a spell.
"Son of a bitch!" he hissed, kicking the head away and running back to his room where he grabbed his wand and bag. Not bothering with anything else, he went straight for the front door. He could run very fast, he thought. If he could just burst through the front door and run as fast as possible, he should be able to make it past the Anti-Apparition Ward. He readied himself and grabbed the nob. Agony shot up his arm as he pulled his hand away. He choked out a cry of pain as he held his hand up. The skin on his palm was sizzling like a steak that had just been tossed onto a red-hot skillet. He dropped his bag and pulled his hand to his chest protectively. He could still hear his flesh cooking even after had had let the nob go. "Those fucking cocksuckers!" he barked in rage.
What other choices did he have? Fenrir jogged up to a window and pulled the curtain aside. Maybe he could jump through and …
The curtain suddenly came to life and wrapped around his neck. His eye bulged as the fabric tightened. His wand clattered to the floor as his hands tore at the material. He jerked his body violently, ripping the curtains from the wall. His long, yellow nails tore at the fabric, while his disgusting tongue lolled from his mouth. Spots were beginning to form in his vision, and Fenrir's body surged with adrenaline, fearing what would happen if he passed out. With the greatest of efforts, he ripped the curtain from his neck. The fried skin on his palm ripped to the side, exposing bone, but at that moment, he didn't even feel it. "YOU'LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER THAN THAT, COCKSUCKERS!" he roared.
Just then, something grabbed the back of his boxer shorts and pulled. The material lodged itself between his butt cheeks so firmly and savagely, that his entire body was yanked upward, causing his head to slam into the ceiling with a sickening crunch. Stars flashed behind his eyes as his body was slammed to the ground. His head bounced off the hardwood floor. Quickly pushing himself up, a lamp crashed into the side of his head, knocking him back down as it shattered and littered the floor with razor-sharp shards of ceramic. His body was then lifted and slammed back onto the floor. Fenrir felt the shards cut deeply into the flesh of his back. He screamed in pain. "STOP! JUST … STOP!" he begged as a wooden chair shattered over his head. Blood was dripping down his face as his head swam in and out of consciousness. Before it was over, he saw the face of a young boy looking down at him. He thought about taking a swipe at the little brat, but before he could, there was a flash of light and everything went black.
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Harry sniffed at the sight of the ragged werewolf. The fucker was in a bad way. His head was split open, and his hand would probably have to be amputated if he went to a muggle hospital. He should do the magical world a favor by slitting his throat and calling it a day, but Harry had other uses for the vicious creature. Pouring some Draught of Living Death into his open mouth, Harry then flicked his wand, causing him to drink it down. With that done, Harry quickly took down the Wards and Curse on the door that he had placed. He was certain that the German version of the DMLE would be here in seconds now that the Wards were gone. Harry tossed a Portkey onto Greyback's body and watched him disappear. Hearing the telltale cracks of Apparition outside, Harry activated his own Portkey and left the muggle house for good.
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Walking down the cobbled, main street of Diagon Alley was certainly an adventure, Harry thought as he waved at another child who squealed and pointed when she saw him. Harry didn't regularly go there to get his daily ego boost. He went there to keep the people talking. He went there to keep his name in the papers. Obviously, he couldn't do Boy Who Lived type stuff when he was locked away at Hogwarts. So, Harry had to produce headlines in other, more creative ways.
Angelina Johnson was jabbering away in his ear as she posessively hugged his arm to her chest. She was laughing and pointing to one of the many shops that she wanted to visit. To Harry, he was just casually hanging out with a friend from school, but to the papers, he was on a date with a potential love interest. 'Any way to keep them talking,' Harry mentally snorted as Angelina pressed her perky breasts against his arm.
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Chapter 26
'The Ladies Love Harry Potter!'
By Rita Skeeter
'Hardly a day goes by during Hogwarts' holiday break when the boy wonder isn't strolling down the busy streets and lanes of Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade with a beautiful girl on his arm. More often than not, there is a new girl every day! I know that it's hard to believe, but it seems that our hero is a bit of a Ladies' Man in the making. This news will certainly break a few hearts, but how can you expect a boy of his fame, wealth, and power to settle on one girl? Wouldn't it be better if young Mr. Potter is able to readily sample all the fruits that our magical society has to offer? After all, every girl would then have an equal chance to woo our beloved hero.
"He's unbelievably powerful," one female source told me. "I ran my fingers down his skin and felt an electric charge. That magical bolt of energy spread throughout my body, and I had difficulty staying on my feet. I've never felt such pleasure."
Of course, you don't need to be a schoolgirl to get in on the fun. I've spoken with multiple older women who plan on taking a shot at him.
"Why should they have all the fun?" a middle-aged Pureblood woman asked, referring to Harry's female schoolmates. "Harry Potter has enough gold to set our family up for generations. Besides, he's going to need an experienced woman to hone his skills and bring out his raw sexuality."
As an attractive, adult female myself, you'll hear no arguments from me! Who among us female working professionals and housewives hasn't daydreamed about being rescued by our fearless savior? I certainly have, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. The fact that he supposedly has a vast, secret wealth stashed away only adds a bit of intrigue to our spicy fantasies.
"I heard the rumors in Amman while touring the Middle East a few months ago. They say that Harry Potter discovered the Lost Pharoah's Treasure," a male source, who I greatly trust, told me. This was partly corroborated when I spoke with one of Harry Potter's recent dates.
"He paid for everything, and it wasn't cheap. When I asked if he needed to go to Gringotts for more gold, he said that he'd get more from his stash later," the young girl told this intrepid reporter.
His STASH, she said. We all know that Harry Potter has a Gringotts vault full of gold. Why does he have more gold in a stash? It's very strange … wouldn't you say? We are aware of only part of his adventures until now. It is very possible that he has come across hidden treasures, possibly multiple. Whether or not it is true, it is certainly fun to think about. Am I right, ladies?
The only thing that I can be sure of is that Harry Potter is in high demand when it comes to the opposite sex. So you better act fast before you miss out!
Harry smiled and tossed the paper onto his desk. 'Rita did a pretty good job, and it only cost me five hundred Galleons,' he thought happily. She didn't even know that it was him who had hired her to write it. As far as she knew, a Harry Potter fan was paying her and providing her with quotes and facts. Rita, as greedy and unscrupulous as she is, happily took the money and information without question. Harry was certainly glad for her low morale standing this time around, and he planned to continue using it in his favor.
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Sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed with his legs spread, he looked down at her luxurious head of loose curls as her soft lips slid up and down the length of his shaft. He could feel Hermione humming as she worked his cock with her lips and talented tongue. Reaching out, Harry threaded his fingers through her thick, brown hair, and he clenched his hand into a fist. He pulled her head back, and his cock slipped from her lips. Hermione gasped slightly from the pain of her hair being pulled. Between her parted legs, her fingers flicked over her swollen bead harder and harder. He let go of her hair, and she began kissing his bloated sack while working his cock with one hand.
"Give me a progress report," Harry commanded. Hermione shuddered, and her fingers moved from her clit, down to her sopping-wet slit. As soon as her finger parted her smooth lips, she could feel the hot wetness coat her skin. His demanding tone always did this to her.
"Yes, Master," she moaned and licked him from his balls, all the way up to the bottom of his head. Her knees were beginning to ache from being on them for so long, but it was a small sacrifice in the name of her beloved Master. However, she was thankful when he lifted her up onto the bed. He laid back with his hard cock sticking straight up. Hermione was very tempted to just jump on it and ride him like there was no tomorrow. Knowing that he would not be pleased with her if she did, she waited for his instructions. As he patted his naked lap, she knew what he wanted. She quickly straddled him and positioned his cock so that the underside pressed against the full length of her wet slit. Wiggling her hips, she pressed down on him so that her hairless lips enveloped his shaft. With his cock hotdogged between her lips, she began grinding against him and coated his cock with her juices.
"Good girl," he complimented her. His words made her skin feel warm and tingly. Her hips moved even faster in response. His fingers crept up the skin of her belly until she felt them caress her naked breast. Hermione couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips when his fingertips touched her hard, aching nipple. Her hips rocked faster and harder, and by then, she was grinding her clit against his throbbing erection.
"My parents rarely speak, and when they do, they never have anything good to say. They're at the point where they're beginning to argue in front of me. My whole life they actively hid their arguments from me … or at least they tried to."
Harry gripped her soft breasts and squeezed them enough to cause a small amount of pain. Hermione gasped and bit her lower lip. "Are the arguments intense?"
"The ones that they keep secret are. The names they call each other are quite amusing. This morning my dad called my mum a disease-infested whore. My mum called him the drizzling shits," Hermione giggled cutely.
"So your plan seems to be working," Harry smiled at her while playing with her hard nipples.
"I believe so. I predict that they will split by summer. I can't be sure but …" she said.
"If so then perhaps we can take a trip. Just you, me, and your mum. The beach sounds nice, doesn't it? I can just imagine you both in teeny bikinis," Harry teased. "And of course … " Harry said, flipping her over so that he was between her spread legs. Her pussy was wet and ready to be taken. The tip of his cock brushed against her damp opening, causing Hermione to arch her back and cum. "... you'll earn your reward," he smiled, leaning down and kissing her while her pussy let out a few short squirts.
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Rita's article seemed to be doing its job, Harry thought happily as he received more attention than usual while making his way through Diagon Alley. He had just come from Narcissa's normal meet-up spot, and it was amusing to see her sniff sourly as she complained about the audacity of Rita Skeeter. Her problem was easy to see. Narcissa didn't want competition. It would only make her job all the more difficult. Harry didn't mind in the least. It would make his interactions with her more pleasurable as she went out of her way to keep him hooked.
A somewhat attractive, middle-aged woman walked by with a sack of what looked like cabbages in her arms. Her eyes met his, and Harry knew that she had read the article. Still, the woman didn't look convinced. Harry tossed her a winning smile and reached out with his magic. He watched as the woman's eyes nearly bugged out when he flicked her clit. Her breath hitched, and she let out a high-pitched squeak. Harry then molded his magic into a pair of lips which abruptly attached themselves to her rapidly hardening nub. Working his magic, it began to suck on her right there on the sidewalk. Her hand covered her mouth, and her bag hit the ground. A dozen cabbages rolled into the lane as she cried out while her body spasmed.
Always playing the hero, Harry rushed over. "Let me help you, Ma'am," he said, picking up the cabbages and stuffing them back into the back while the woman repeatedly squirted into her panties. Luckily for her, she was wearing a robe, and no one could see her indiscretion. By then, a small crowd was forming. Harry held her back securely in one arm as he reached out and brushed her arm with his hand. As he did so, he hit her with his magic again. Unable to control herself, she grabbed him and began kissing him harder than she had ever kissed anyone in her life. Her bag of cabbages once again spilled across the ground.
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… first-hand account of what just happened yesterday in Diagon Alley. Multiple eyewitnesses confirmed that Elenore Plumpket took one look at Harry Potter and was overcome with lust. Grabbing the poor boy, she gave him a passionate kiss while onlookers stood there watching, completely stunned. Ms. Plumket, an older but pretty woman, had this to say.
"I wholeheartedly apologize to the people who witnessed my behavior … and to Mr. Potter himself, I truly apologize for what I did to you. I hope that somehow I can make it up to you … perhaps I can cook you dinner or …"
Needless to say, it appears that this reporter was dead to rights with her previous article about Harry Potter. Women simply can't control themselves around him. Beware, ladies!
An irritated look crossed Molly Weasley's face as she finished Rita Skeeter's article in the Daily Prophet. Telling anyone who would listen that she loathed Rita Skeeter's rumor-mongering, in reality, it was the first article that she read every morning in the daily paper. She especially enjoyed the ones where she attempted to ruin someone's life, like the one last month about the guy in the Ministry who had four children with four different women, none of whom was his wife. That one was particularly spicy, Molly thought. This one, however, wasn't so pleasant to read. She looked at her daughter, Ginny, who was still pouting about Rita's previous article. Molly didn't know how Rita got her scoops, but they were usually correct, and if this one was true, then that would make her plans all the more difficult.
The previous article had her mouth practically salivating. The talk of secret stashes of long-lost treasures had her pussy dripping wet. She was already picturing the things that she would do with such wealth. Getting away from her ungrateful family would be the first thing. Finding a young, well-hung lover was the next. Then maybe she would spend the following year getting drunkenly pounded on a white, sandy beach somewhere in the Caribbean. Yes, that sounded absolutely splendid. The other stuff in the article was child's play. Of course, other women would be after him. Golddiggers were a dime a dozen in Pureblood society. Even if they had plenty, they would still want more. That wasn't even counting the Mudbloods who were looking to take a shortcut into the upper class. The fact that Harry was also testing the waters as it were, was not surprising in the least. He was a hot-blooded male in the midst of puberty. It was only natural that he would want to stick his dick into anything that moved. All of this was expected. Of course, Ginny didn't take this news as well as she did. She still believed that they were destined for true love. The thought made Molly want to snort and then snicker. True love? What a joke, she internally laughed. It was such a childish thought. She refrained from laughing out loud, obviously, not wanting to upset her daughter further, but the girl was being ridiculous. In time, she would learn the truth, Molly told herself.
Molly's eyes once again slid to the paper on her kitchen table. Yes, this new bit of information was a problem, but she had overcome problems in the past. The question was, 'What was she going to do about it?'
Getting up from the table, she went to her room and locked the door. Molly looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't bad-looking, she thought as she turned to the side. She had always been thick, and she had gained a few pounds since having her first child. That certainly wasn't good. She quickly stripped down and gave herself another look. No doubt there were other older women out there who were better looking and had better bodies. There were also schoolgirls out there who were better looking than her daughter. That was bad news for them. One thing was certain, Molly thought, none of those women were better than her in bed. If she could get Harry in bed, there was a good chance that he would want multiple repeat performances. Once Ginny joined the fray, there would be no way that Harry would turn his back on them. What boy would deny a mother-daughter combo?
The problem was getting him in bed. At that very moment, Harry was probably being hit on by that whore Alannah Greengrass. Though it pained her to say it, Alannah was stunning with a slim, gorgeous body. Harry would be tripping over his feet to have a chance with her. The same was true with the Parkinson bitch, though she wasn't as pretty as Greengrass. With women like that hovering around him, Harry wouldn't give her a second look. The thought made her rankle with anger. That anger, however, was aimed at her husband. He was the one who stole her youth and beauty and wasted it by giving her nothing in return. Now what was she going to do? Well … There was one thing, she suddenly thought. An evil smile formed on her face. She had plans to make, she wickedly thought as one hand groped her big breast. She could already feel her clit engorging and her pussy growing damp.
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Amelia Bones sat down in her favorite chair by the fireplace. The fire crackled merrily, making the shadows dance along the walls of her family's manor. She took a sip of her tea which was generously spiked with a shot of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. Amelia wasn't a big drinker, but a shot in her tea every night made sleep come easier. She smacked her lips at the taste and set the cup down on its matching saucer with a ceramic clinking sound. Grabbing the Daily Prophet, she opened it with a snap. Amelia wasn't surprised to see another front-page story involving the Boy Who Lived. The readers simply ate it up. She was embarrassed to say that she did as well. She had been hoping to meet Harry Potter, but she hadn't been able to just yet.
Her niece, Susan, spoke highly of him even though she hadn't spoken to him much if at all. Susan was still young and a bit shy. Amelia was sure that she would come out of her shell sooner or later. She picked up her cup and brought it to her lips only for it to slip from her fingers. The cup tumbled to the ground and broke, sending dozens of pieces of glass in every direction. Amelia stood up so fast that she became dizzy. The Manor's ward scheme just failed. She whipped out her wand just as an audible alarm blared through their house. She had only just turned them off when Susan came barrelling down the stairs. "Auntie, what's wrong?" she asked, holding her bathrobe closed.
"The wards! They've been brought down! Come here!" she cried out, grabbing some emergency Floo Powder stashed by the fireplace. She tossed some in but the flames remained orange. "Shit!" The Floo Connection had been cut. Not only that, but Anti-Apparition Wards had just gone up.
"Run upstairs and hide! Hurry up!" Amelia hissed just before the wall explosively blew in. She heard Susan scream in fright as they were pelted with stones and debris. Her body was tumbling through the air until she hit the ground painfully. She sucked in a deep breath and coughed violently when she pulled in a lungful of dust. "Su…(cough)...Su…(cough)..." she tried to call out but was unable to. She pushed herself up only to drop back down as a Curse flew by her head. Then she heard an animalistic voice that was filled with menace.
"Come here, little girl!" it laughed before she heard Susan scream.
"Forget the girl! Kill Bones!" another voice yelled out angrily. Amelia was suddenly filled with rage. One of them was targeting Susan! With great effort, she pulled herself to her feet and brandished her wand. She couldn't see much through the cloud of dust, but she fired a non-lethal spell in the direction of the voice. "You'll have to do better than that, Bonesy! HA! HA!" the voice cried out. Another spell flew directly at her, and she was forced to hit the floor in a roll. Pain shot through her shoulder as she rolled right over a jagged piece of stone that had been blown from the wall. Before she could fire another spell, her wand was magically ripped from her hand. A terrible, sinking sensation filled her gut at the loss of her trusty wand. She was then thrown through the massive hole in the wall. Tumbling head over heels, she closed her eyes and braced for impact. It never came. Only inches from hitting the ground, her body lost momentum and stopped. She looked up and saw Harry Potter standing there holding his wand.
A flash was seen out of the corner of her eye, and Potter flicked his wand and sent her away from another Curse. Amelia hit the soft grass of her manor grounds about twenty feet away from the action.
"You made a grave mistake, boy," the voice snarled, and it was then that Amelia got her first look at one of her attackers. Dressed in pitch-black robes and a silver skull mask, it could only be a Death Eater coming to take her out, she decided.
"We'll see about that," Potter replied, sounding amused. The Death Eater swiped his wand and sent a deep red Curse at him. Potter took aim and fired a spell. His spell hit the Death Eater's Curse head-on. The two spells collided and exploded in a shower of sparks. The Death Eater fired again, and again Harry Potter answered by sniping the spell out of the air. The Death Eater growled angrily and began firing haphazardly at him. For Potter's part, he seemed quite in his element as he allowed some spells to pass by him while the ones heading directly toward him were countered. Soon after, the dark manor grounds were alight with a shower of sparks more akin to a fireworks display. Booming explosions rattled her eardrums as spells collided and cracked through the night air.
"Damn you, Potter!" the Death Eater yelled out in frustration and slashed his wand wildly. A deadly, green Killing Curse erupted from the tip of his gnarled wand, only it wasn't headed for Potter. It was heading directly for her! Before she could scream, a wall of earth rose up from the ground and shielded her from the attack. She heard the spell impact the wall of dirt and explode. Her ears rang as she crawled around to the side. As she peaked around the side, she squeaked in fright as the Death Eater's dead body hit the ground right next to her. His limp head turned in her direction, and she could see that last moment of life flicker from his dead eyes. She felt as if everything was closing in on her. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that she was having difficulty processing it all. 'Susan,' she thought. 'My wand!' suddenly came to her mind.
As quick as a flash, she nearly jumped on the dead body and began patting it down. Now she could clearly see what had killed him. There was a wound about as round as a Galleon directly over his heart. Not caring in the least, she continued patting him down and cursed. There was no wand to be found. Then, she heard Susan let out a terrified scream. Amelia was on her feet, running toward the sound of the scream. She ran along the broken wall and around the corner. It was there that she saw a grimy, hairy man holding Susan to his chest. Her back was to him, and his hand encircled her thin neck. With the moon nearly full, there was enough light to see that his nails were long and sharp. Susan's eyes were wide and terrified, and her chest was rapidly rising and falling with every struggling breath. In his other hand, he was holding a long, silver blade that glinted in the pale light of the moon.
"Be a smart lad, Potter! Just toss the wand over here, and I'll leave. There's no need for the girly here to get hurt," he snarled as his hand tightened around her delicate neck. Susan squeaked as her air was slowly cut off.
"You made a mistake coming here, Greyback," Amelia heard Potter say. Then it hit her. 'Fenrir Greyback!' she thought with a panic. The most violent and fearsome werewolf in the world was holding her beloved niece hostage.
"You're making a mistake if you don't toss that fucking wand over here, boy!" he growled angrily. He was beginning to lose his cool.
"Alright!" Potter cried out. "Just stay calm. Here!" he said, wiggling the wand between his fingers.
"That's a good lad!" Greyback called out, breathing heavily. Then, Potter tossed the wand.
Amelia watched as the wand spun through the air in an arch. The hand that held Susan's neck loosened as Greyback tracked the path of the wand with his eyes. Getting ready to catch it, he took his eyes off Potter, which was a deadly mistake. Another wand appeared in Potter's hand. With a mere flick, the arching wand became a projectile. It shot straight forward so fast that it caused the air around it to crack. Before she knew what had happened, Susan cried out and ran away from Greyback and toward Harry Potter. Greyback stood there for a moment, teetering. Amelia then saw the wand. It was sticking straight out from Greyback's eyesocket. It was buried all the way to the handle. She stopped short. Greyback coughed out what sounded like a curse before crumpling to the ground. Amelia blinked a few times before coming to.
She ran over to Susan who was clutching Harry Potter and jabbering away a mile a minute. Harry Potter smiled weakly as she arrived and held out his wand, only it wasn't his wand. It was hers. Amelia gratefully took it from him.
"I took both wands from the Death Eater," he explained as Susan continued to clutch him tightly.
"Both wands," she repeated, confused. 'Oh, yes,' she thought. The Death Eater's wand and hers.
"Where's his?" she asked. Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably and jabbed his thumb at Greyback's body. She then realized that it was the Death Eater's wand that he had tossed into the air. He then used his own wand to Banish it toward Greyback. It all made sense now.
"Umm … Madame Bones? Maybe we should get the Wards up and running. My sources told me of a planned attack tonight. I barely had enough time to make it here to help. I'm not sure if more attacks will be coming," he told her. She quickly realized that he was right, and she suddenly switched from Amelia to Madame Bones, Head of the DMLE.
"You're absolutely right, Mr. Potter. Come along and we can get Susan to someplace safe. I'll call for backup, and then we need to have a bit of a talk about what just happened here," she told him. When he nodded, they sprung into action. It was going to be a long night, Amelia realized.
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My sources have indeed confirmed that there was a disturbance late at night at Bones Manor, but after a bit more digging, I discovered so much more than that. This "disturbance" was, in fact, a full-on attack by two Death Eaters. Information is scarce, but this reporter was able to uncover that one of the attackers was none other than the savage and feral werewolf himself, Fenrir Greyback!
"I can't say exactly what happened since Bones is only talking to the higher-ups, but from what I could gather, Potter joined the fray as Bones and her niece were being attacked," one source said.
"Harry Potter swooped in like Merlin himself!" another source added. "His wand was a blur as spells the likes of which we have never seen cut the Death Eater to pieces. I was told that Greyback was holding Amelia's niece, Susan Bones, hostage in his attempt to escape Harry's fury. This only made him angrier."
I can only imagine what must have happened after that. The beautiful damsel in distress, the snarling werewolf, and the Boy Who Lived hell-bent on rescuing the girl … It must have been a sight to see. The only thing that I can positively confirm is that Greyback was violently killed by Harry Potter's own hand. Let this be a warning to all criminals out there … don't ever mess with Harry Potter's women!
Susan Bones dropped the latest edition of the Daily Prophet onto her bed and grabbed her pillow. She placed it to her face and squealed like the biggest fangirl that ever existed. After becoming lightheaded from so much squealing, she grabbed the paper and reread Rita Skeeter's article. Unable to stop herself, she slid her hand down the front of her pajama pants and into her panties. "H-Harry!" she quietly moaned as her fingers touched her damp slit. Naughty thoughts popped into her head, like that it was Harry who was touching her, or that Harry just barged into her room and tore her clothes off. Her body was trembling as thoughts of Harry's warm, wet tongue flicking against her hard, throbbing …
All it took was a few gentle rubs while thinking about Harry, and she came harder than she ever had. Her body bucked wildly on her bed as her juices poured down her legs.
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Amelia Bones was sitting in her office as she normally did in the early evening hours. Lifting up her cup of coffee, she took a sip and smacked her lips. She wasn't the biggest fan of coffee, but with an added shot of firewhiskey, she found that she could hardly go a day without having one at the end of her shift. As she set her cup down, her mind went back to the young boy who had saved her and Susan's lives … Harry Potter.
After securing her home that night, she took him aside and got his official statement. He said that one of his "sources" told him of the attack only moments before it was to take place. He also claimed that he had no idea of exactly who was going to do the attacking. Normally, she wouldn't believe a word of it, but this was Harry Potter. She had heard all about his many adventures over the years. As a high-ranking member of the Ministry of Magic, she always got the facts, not the rumors. She knew exactly what Harry had done and where he had done them. You couldn't do the things that he had done and not develop relationships and make connections. He said that he had sources, and she believed him. After all, she had sources as well. Unfortunately, he outright refused to give up the names of his connections.
When it came to the magic that he used to kill her attackers, he simply shrugged. "I'm good at magic," he told her as though it meant nothing to him. Yes, she thought, to someone like him, taking down a couple of Death Eaters was probably child's play. He had, after all, taken down nundus, dragons, and …
"Amelia!" someone called out, snapping her out of her thoughts. Amelia jumped and nearly knocked over her cup of spiked coffee.
"What?" she called out, pushing the cup further onto her desk. She sat up, trying to look as though she had been busy. "What is it?" she asked, looking up. Rufus Scrimgeour had her office door cracked open with his head peeking through.
"There's trouble. We need you in on this," he told her. Amelia sighed. That's just what she needed, more trouble. She grabbed her coffee and downed the rest of it.
"What's happened?" she asked authoritatively, not in the mood for any nonsense.
"It's Arthur Weasley … He's dead."
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Amelia was not having a good night. She was tired and wanted to go home, but instead, she was forced to spend the next few hours investigating the death of the Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.
"Alright … So what do we have so far?" she asked a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The young man checked the notes while Amelia checked him out. No one knew, but she preferred her men young. The thought of taking an inexperienced lover and teaching him exactly how to make her cum was a fantasy that she had been having for several years now. Unfortunately, she never had the time or opportunity to make that dream a reality. The young man was handsome enough, but he was simply too old for her tastes. Besides, this wasn't the time for such things.
"Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley's wife, came out to his shed to tell him to wash up for dinner. She heard his muffled screams from some distance away and called out to him. When he didn't stop screaming, she ran over to his shed and opened the door. She found him holding onto this …" He held up a detached muggle power cord that was secured in an evidence bag. The end of the cord had frayed wires sticking out.
"... and convulsing violently. She stated that his eyes were bulging from their sockets and foam was coming from his mouth. Before she could figure out what was happening, he dropped dead on the spot."
"What is it?" Amelia asked, looking at the cord. The young man looked at his notes.
"Jenkins says that it's a power cord that was cut off of a muggle appliance, whatever that is."
"And this can just kill you like that?" she asked him. The young man shook his head.
"Jenkins explained that normally, electricity flows through it. That's kind of like muggle magic. It can kill you, but this cord is detached and not plugged in. It should be safe to touch," he explained, still reading his notes.
"Then how did he die?" Amelia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I believe I can answer that," Rufus Scrimgeour's voice chimed in. It was only natural that the Auror Department would be involved. This was the death of a department head after all. Amelia turned to him, which gave the nervous, young man enough time to slink away. "Mrs. Weasley told me that Arthur often experiments by using magic on muggle items. After going through his shed and seeing his flying car, I absolutely believe her. This appears to be another one of his crazy experiments that went very wrong."
Amelia sighed. Muggle experiments … Flying cars … This was getting better and better by the minute.
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By the time everything had wrapped up, it was nearing one in the morning. Molly poured herself a cup of tea as the last of her children went to bed. Once she was alone, a shit-eating grin spread across her face. Her plan went off without a hitch.
It was clear that her husba… former husband, she corrected herself, was only holding her back. Things were beginning to progress, and there simply wasn't room for him or his incompetence in her life any longer. Sure, the children were devastated, but Molly didn't care. They would get over it in time.
Once she had decided what needed to be done, it was simple enough to come up with a plan. All it took was a bit of research into how muggle items worked for her to come up with the perfect killing blow. Thankfully, there were plenty of books about electricity written by mudbloods that were easy enough to understand, especially when they supplied the reader with a spell that created electricity. All she had to do was wait for him to go into that ridiculous shed of his and bring him a cup of tea. When his back was turned, she used a spare wand to hit him directly in the back of the head with the Lightning Charm that had been provided to her. Seeing him spasming and convulsing provided her with a thrill that she hadn't felt in a very long time. When he had stopped breathing, she made sure that he was dead before taking the tea and leaving him in the shed. After hiding the spare wand, she immediately called St. Mungos in a pretend panic. That's when everything really popped off.
She was very grateful that no one suspected a thing. She counted on the fact that none of the investigators really knew anything about muggle technology, especially when it was mixed with magic. Of course, everything in his shed along with the car was confiscated. Molly was perfectly fine with that. She didn't want that junk around anyway.
Molly was suddenly overcome with joy and a sense of freedom. The world was her oyster, and she could do whatever she wanted. Now that the first part of her plan had been implemented, she could begin working on the second part … enrapturing Harry Potter. To do that, she needed to make some changes to herself … physically that is, and she knew exactly how to go about doing it.
Once that part of her plan was done, she would then need to have a little talk with her daughter. The girl needed to be rid of those ridiculous, adolescent thoughts about true love and whatnot. She needed to know the truth about life and join her mother in making Harry's fortune theirs.
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The following morning, Harry was very surprised to read about the untimely death of Arthur Weasley. He sat there stone-faced. He didn't really know how to react. He wanted Arthur dead to be sure, but Harry wanted to kill the man himself. He wanted to make Arthur pay for his part in Harry's betrayal. By the sound of it, however, it seemed that the muggle-loving Arthur Weasley had suffered enough. Being electrocuted to death … Harry winced. Now there was only one question. Was it an accident or did he have a bit of help? Harry needed to look into this. He was about to stand up when Narcissa finished her breakfast of sliced strawberries and mangos. She stood up and grabbed the bottom of her light pink camisole slip and lifted it over her head. She tossed the slip aside and began walking to her room. Her thick cheeks bounced one after the other as she walked back to her room. He could see her naked tits jiggling as she turned her head and looked at him. "Are you coming back to bed?" the gorgeous blonde asked.
Harry's cock instantly became rock-hard. Perhaps Arthur could wait a while. Harry was sure he would understand … if he was still alive, that is. Harry disappeared into the bedroom and didn't make a reappearance for several hours.
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It had been an annoyingly long night for Amelia. While it was sad that Arthur had died, she wasn't going to lie and say that it was eating her up inside. She didn't know the man all that well and had only spoken to him on occasion.
She yawned and stretched her arms. Looking at the clock, she could see that she had slept in by a couple of hours. That was alright. She was already planning on going to work several hours late that day. As she lay there in bed, her mind began to wander, and once again, it wandered to Harry Potter. The boy was an up-and-comer. There was no doubt about that. Even the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was talking about giving the boy an Order of Merlin for his heroics in saving her from Greyback. Amelia knew that the Minister just wanted to get the boy on his side. One word from Potter could make or break his re-election. That was how much the public loved the Boy Who Lived.
'If only I could get him on my side,' Amelia thought. At some point, she was planning on running for Minister of Magic, and Harry could be quite useful in her potential election. She yawned and stretched again. As she did, her massive tits rolled around in her nightgown. She placed her hands on her chest to keep them still. Doing so created a deep valley of cleavage right above her low-cut neckline. The sight of her spectacular cleavage took her back to her younger days. Amelia let out a giggle when she remembered how the boys would stare at her chest. More than once, several boys in class got bad grades because they couldn't concentrate. They were too busy checking out her breasts. Amelia squeezed her tits and bounced them around a bit. They were still nice and bouncy after all these years, she happily thought. She couldn't accurately remember how many times she had used her breasts to get her way or to get out of a bad situation. She giggled again when she thought back to the summer before her sixth year at Hogwarts. During her only real rebellious streak, she had stolen a tube of lipstick from a shop in Diagon Alley and ran out the door. Unfortunately, the whole thing had been seen by a young member of the DMLE. He pulled her into a side alley, ready to chastise her.
All it took was for her to bounce a bit on her toes. Her thin shirt couldn't contain her breasts, and they bounced around in a very enticing manner. Back then, she outright refused to wear a bra. Why hide the gifts that her family bloodline had given her? She smiled wickedly as the young rookie was transfixed by the way her big, round breasts bounced around … by the way her hard nipples were clearly tenting the thin fabric of her shirt. The poor boy was left stuttering as Amelia sweet-talked him into letting her go. When he finally did, he let her keep the lipstick, and he even apologized for wasting her time! That was only one instance of her breasts helping her in some strange way.
When she was small, her mother explained about the family bloodline and how she would one day have big, perfect breasts just like her. Little Amelia had scoffed and declared that she didn't want them. She wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, and female professional Quidditch players didn't have big boobs. It was only in hindsight that Amelia found her younger self's reasoning to be absurd. Her large chest had helped her out in so many ways. If only her younger self had known. Now, after laying in bed and thinking for a while, Amelia thought that they might just help her out once again.
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"And this, Mr. Potter, is where the squad members and Hit Wizards practice," Amelia said as she showed him the firing range. "The Auror Department has its own firing range."
"That's brilliant!" he said in a voice that was filled with boyish wonder. "And you can call me Harry, Madam Bones." Amelia smiled kindly on the outside but hid the shit-eating grin on the inside. There wasn't a young man that she knew who didn't like the firing ranges.
"You can give it a try if you'd like, Harry. Go on and use your wand. You have my permission," she smiled at him, taking a step back.
"Really?" he asked her with wide eyes. Amelia nodded.
She watched as he jabbed his wand without saying a word. A brilliant golden-colored spell ripped from the tip of his wand and streaked through the air almost too fast to see. It seemed that the magic of the spell was spinning in a clockwise fashion. Before she could blink, the spell hit one of the farthest targets which were a hundred meters away. The spell hit the target right in the middle of the bullseye and punched a hole right through. The golden spell continued onward until it hit the magically reinforced stone wall behind it. She jumped as the loud explosion reverberated through her skull. She could feel the vibrations of the explosion in the ground as a massive chunk of the stone wall was blown clean off. Harry then turned to her with an excited smile.
"Was that good, Madam Bones?" he asked her. Amelia stared at the wall in shock, though she did a masterful job of not showing it in her expression. After a few seconds of staring, at which time a team of specialists came rushing in to examine the damage, she cleared her throat and looked at the young lad.
"Yes. I believe that was … satisfactory …" was pretty much all she could say. Harry continued to smile at her. "Why don't we go upstairs and I can show you the cafeteria? It's all you can eat, and they have cake and pie." Harry easily agreed to that.
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"Thanks for inviting me to dinner, Madam Bones. It was really good," he told her, making the older woman smile. Amelia had arranged for Susan to stay with her friend, Hannah that night. There was no way that Susan would give them a moment of peace if she knew that Harry Potter was going to be at the manor that night. Amelia needed some time alone with the boy if she was going to win him over. Cornelius might be able to give him awards and perks, but there was one thing that he couldn't give a hotblooded, young male, she thought deviously.
"You're welcome, Harry. Now, how about a nightcap? You know what a nightcap is, don't you, Harry?" she asked him.
"It's a drink before bed. Right?" Amelia smiled again.
"Smart lad," she said.
"Apolline sometimes gives me a glass of wine before bed, and she calls it a nightcap," he explained.
"Oh?" Amelia smiled at him. She, of course, knew of the Delacour woman. Dumbledore had tried his best to have her custody of the boy revoked. Obviously, he failed. "And do you like wine?"
"I like it a lot," Harry responded, looking at her. Amelia inwardly smirked.
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"You poor boy," Amelia giggled after their third glass of wine. "You're a bit tipsy," she told him. She had a little bit of a buzz going herself.
"A little," Harry said as he swayed slightly.
"You're in no condition to return home by yourself," she shook her head.
"I'm not?" he asked, looking at her.
"I'm afraid not, Harry. You're going to have to stay here. I'll take you home in the morning," she smiled at him.
"But … umm … Where am I going to sleep?" Harry asked, scratching his head while looking around. Amelia giggled again. The boy was so clueless.
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Harry hid his smile as Amelia came into her room after freshening up in the bathroom. The sexy, older woman came in wearing a nightgown that didn't cover half her thighs and had a neckline so low that her tits were nearly spilling out the front. Harry was on the bed wearing only his boxers.
"Are you comfy?" she asked, and he nodded. It was clear that she had a plan for him. Luckily for her, she was never part of the group that had betrayed him. Amelia was likely trying to earn future favors from him. If that was true, he didn't mind in the least. He'd scratch her back if she would scratch his. Amelia crawled onto her bed on her hands and knees. This caused her already big breasts to hang down, making them even bigger. The front of her nightgown stretched down, and Harry could see nearly all of her lovely breasts. Playing the part of the innocent, young boy, Harry stared at her cleavage like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. It was pretty awesome, he admitted to himself. Amelia caught him staring, and he quickly turned away, still playing his part.
"S-Sorry, Madam Bones!" he stuttered. Amelia laughed lightly.
"It's okay, Harry. You're a growing boy, and I am a sexy woman after all. And please, call me Amelia when we're alone," she smiled, crawling closer to him.
"Okay, Amelia," Harry pretended to squeak out. Amelia laughed again and placed her hands on his thighs. Her eyes lowered to his crotch. By then, the front of his boxers were tinted from his erection.
"Oh, dear. Are you a bit aroused?" she asked him. Harry was unable to blush, but he feigned embarrassment nonetheless. Harry nodded slowly. Her soft hands squeezed his thighs before one of them rose up and cupped his crotch. Amelia groped and massaged his erection while her other hand massaged his thigh. Harry let out a real moan.
"I wouldn't be a good host if I let you fall asleep uncomfortable. Would you like me to touch you, Harry?" she asked him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Harry gasped as she squeezed his covered cock.
"Yes, please," he groaned out. Amelia didn't even pretend to want to take things slow. She grabbed his boxers and swiftly tugged them down his legs. She then pushed his legs apart and studied his hard cock.
"You're quite the young man … aren't you?" she said, smiling as her fingers gently caressed the skin of his cock. "So young and yet, you're already so big."
Harry closed his eyes and smiled as he felt her hand wrap around him. Slowly she moved her hand up and down, pleasuring him with long strokes. Harry's hip bucked, and he heard her giggle. "You want more? Is that it?" she asked him.
Harry nodded quickly. He definitely wanted more from the MILF. In the future, he would use her as a pawn in his plans, but for now, he would use her smooth, sexy body for his own fun. He felt her begin to kiss the head of his cock, and it jumped in her hand. When her warm lips engulfed the entire head, Harry shuddered. When her head dropped, and she took him down her throat, Harry moaned and gave in to the pleasure.
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Chapter 28
Amelia's head was spinning as Harry's cock hit the back of her mouth and continued down her throat. The several glasses of wine played a part, sure, but it was mostly from having a young, male body in her bed again. The fact that it was Harry Potter only made it better.
She heard him moan as her lips touched the skin of his hairless groin. Amelia wasn't expecting his body to be perfectly smooth, but she definitely wouldn't complain about it. In fact, it made her pussy even wetter than it already was. Sucking hard to make an airtight seal with her lips, she pulled her head back up until only his head was in her mouth. She then pressed the tip of her tongue against the underside of the head and started tickling it. Harry's body began to squirm, which made her feel even more powerful and in control. She broke the seal and took him back in, thankful that she had worked hard all those years ago to eliminate her gag reflex. She pulled up again and let his cock fall from her lips. Her hand quickly snatched it before it could fall over. Kissing him all around his cock, her hand slowly moved up and down, jerking him off lazily. Surprised by how good his body smelled, Amelia began licking the skin of his lower belly, moaning and enjoying his taste.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Harry?" Amelia asked him, already knowing his answer.
"Yes!" the young boy cried out. Of course, he was enjoying himself. He was a pubescent boy who had a sexy, older woman playing with his cock. Still, she loved to hear him say it. She smiled and dragged her tongue up the length of his cock. Harry shuddered hard, and his cock jumped in her palm.
"Does this feel good? The way I'm touching you, I mean," she asked as her hand began moving faster and faster. Her hand was working his cock so fast and hard that she was surprised that he hadn't burst right then and there. Thinking that he needed a bit more stimulation, she placed her other hand on his balls and started gently stroking them with her fingers.
"It's brilliant, Amelia!" Harry cried out, his hips lifting up slightly. "It feels really good," his moaning voice echoed through her spacious room.
"Good," she smiled, fondling his smooth sack. "Now imagine feeling this good every day."
"Every day?" she heard him gasp in excitement. She couldn't help but giggle. The boy definitely had a one-track mind. 'Now that I got him hooked, it's time to reel him in,' Amelia cheekily thought.
Removing her hands from his body, she reached underneath the bottom of her nightgown and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Tugging them down her thighs, she dropped onto her bottom and lifted her legs up. Her panties rose higher and higher until she was able to pull them off of her bare feet. Amelia smirked at his look of pure rapture. She then flicked her damp panties at him and hit him right in the face. Bursting into a giggle fit, Amelia crawled over to him and straddled his waist. Taking his cock into her hand, she held it firmly while grinding her pussy against the tip.
Harry was suddenly surrounded by the scent of wet pussy. It was a smell that he was very used to by then. Even so, the smell of a fresh pussy always made his cock as hard as a rock. It was difficult to keep pretending that he was a clueless boy who was ignorant of the ways of strong-willed women. He had to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her pussy until she came all over him. Harry remained patient, even as she hotdogged his cock with her hot, wet lips. He gripped her thighs tightly as she pressed down on him. Her damp pussy felt burning hot against the underside of his shaft.
"Well … Every day that you're here," she corrected him while thrusting her hips forward. She smeared the entirety of the underside of his cock with her warm juices. Harry took his time caressing her shapely thighs. He could feel her body tremble as his fingertips glided over her soft, smooth skin.
Harry obviously knew what she was getting at. She wanted him to remain in her sphere of influence, and no doubt she wanted to keep it a secret. Harry wasn't opposed. He was more than happy to spend some time with the busty Head of the DMLE. Of course, he wasn't planning on letting her call the shots. When Amelia lifted up and rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, Harry focused his magic and hit her with it.
Amelia's spine bowed as pure pleasure raced up and down her body. Her nipples were suddenly harder than they ever had been. They ached with wanton need to be sucked. The thin silk of her nightgown brushed against the hyper-sensitive nubs, creating her own personal hell. She needed to get her gown off of her. The sensation of the soft fabric stimulating her throbbing nipples was simply too much. Every time the fabric rustled against her skin, another orgasm waved over her thrashing body.
Her body bucked out of control, and somehow, she landed directly on the tip of Harry's cock. She felt her hairless lips being spread apart as she sank down on it. With every inch of him that she took in, the orgasm that she was experiencing became more heated and pleasurable. Her walls were fluttering in a way that massaged his entire cock. That only made him push in further. "Can I come over every day?!" she heard him cry out with boyish naivete. Amelia was trying to carry on with her scheme, but her body was betraying her.
Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but the only words that escaped were begging him to fuck her. Then, his hands crept underneath the hem of her nightgown and slipped up her belly. His fingertips left a tingling trail up her stomach, and when he cupped her big, bouncing breasts, Amelia arched her back and cried out. With shaking hands, she lifted her nightgown off of her body and exposed her naked breasts to him. The look on his face was that of a child getting his first racing broom for Christmas. His hands greedily explored her perfect, round globes with child-like wonder, and Amelia loved every second of it. Goosebumps erupted all over her delicate skin as his soft hands played with the smooth skin of her tits. When his fingers brushed over the hard tips of her nipples, Amelia's pussy clamped down hard on his cock. Harry's eyes grew wide, and he threw his head back and moaned. His hands gripped her tits and squeezed, adding a bit of pain to her pleasure. Her insides were fiendishly milking his cock, desperate to be seeded by him. Amelia's breathing was becoming ragged while her hips bucked and rolled over his groin. Suddenly, she was rolled over onto her back, and Harry was quick to take the spot between her parted thighs. It wasn't even a second before his cock was spreading her wet folds once again.
Amelia's eyes rolled into the back of her head as soon as Harry's lips touched her nipple. Her hand gripped the back of his head and pulled his face harder into her breast. She moaned loudly when he began sucking on it as though he were trying to nurse.
Harry could feel her body quivering against his. He smirked into her nipple as her pussy tightened again. She had been trying to use her body to gain favors from him, but Harry planned to flip things on their heads. By the time he was done with her, she would be begging for a night alone with him. Focusing his magic again, he let go of her nipple and molded his magic to her body. Amelia's eyes bugged out, and she let out a whorish squeal of pleasure. His magic attached itself to her clit and both nipples. Harry wanted to laugh as her body thrashed and bucked wildly, but he kept silent.
Amelia didn't know what was going on. Out of nowhere, it felt as though she had a pair of perfect lips sucking on each nipple and her clit. All of this was happening as Harry continued to thrust into her, hitting spots inside of her that were making her cum with every thrust of his wonderful cock. Her mouth was open, but no words would come out. Harry, meanwhile, appeared to be having the time of his life as his lips explored her breasts. He pushed them together with his hands and jiggled them around. He even grabbed her arms and pushed them above her head. Then something happened that made her cum so hard that she actually passed out. His lips touched the sensitive skin of her underarm, which had always been an erogenous zone for her, at the exact same time as an invisible cock slid into her asshole. She wasn't sure what had happened, but it felt absolutely incredible, she thought. There was no pain of being stretched … only pure pleasure. Amelia had explored anal in her youth but found that she didn't like it much. There was some awkward pleasure to be sure, but it was hidden below mostly pain. Perhaps it was because she had a subpar lover who didn't know how to perform it correctly, or perhaps her tastes had changed over the years, but she found the pleasure of her asshole being reamed by his magic to be utterly brilliant.
That was the only conclusion that she could come to while squealing and cumming. Magic was causing the pleasure that she was experiencing. Harry's vastly more powerful magic was overwhelming hers in a way that was making her body submit to him. Of this, there was no doubt, she thought as her pussy held on tightly to his cock, not wanting to let go. She would have to do some research once this was all over, but for the time being, she would simply enjoy the ride.
Harry hit her g-spot at the exact right angle while invisible teeth tugged on her hard nipples. If all of that wasn't bad enough, her clit began vibrating. It wasn't just the vibrations that set her off. She could have sworn that she felt Harry's tongue lapping at her throbbing nub before sucking into his mouth. Then another tongue joined in. This one was wiggling around the rim of her ass while Harry's magical cock caused explosive analgasms to rock her curvy body. Amelia screamed so hard that her vocal cords nearly ruptured. Had someone been within a hundred feet of her room, they would have thought that she was being murdered. Her body bucked so hard that she actually threw Harry off of her. As soon as his cock slipped out of her cumming pussy, a torrent of pussy juice sprayed from her cunt as though someone had turned on the garden hose and placed their thumb against the opening. A mist of girl cum squirted in every direction, wetting the blanket, floor, walls, and ceiling. Lights were flashing behind her eyes while spasming on the bed. She then felt Harry rest behind her. One arm wrapped around her midsection while his other hand crept between her legs.
"HARRY!" she squealed as he pinched her clit. His lovely cock then slipped between her lips and into her squirting pussy. His hips thrust so fast that Amelia was blubbering out a bunch of nonsense as her orgasm hit new heights. It was all too much for the busty MILF. As her body flopped back onto the bed one last time, she vaguely remembered the feeling of pure bliss as Harry emptied his balls into her orgasming body. She didn't have long to enjoy the feeling before she shuddered and passed out cold.
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Harry woke up in a warm, soft bed feeling immense pleasure down below. He yawned, and his emerald green eyes fluttered open. When he tilted his head down, he saw a messy mop of auburn hair covering his groin. Reaching out, he brushed the hair back, and Amelia looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth. At that moment, she sucked on him hard, drawing a loud moan from him. He could see a smile on her face as she let his cock slip from her lips. Holding his shaft in her hand, she held the head to her mouth, and Harry watched as her pink tongue swirled around the tip. Harry's body jerked from the pleasurable spikes in intensity. Amelia smiled wider and began kissing him all over his cock in a worshipful manner. Her lips then found his body, and she continued to kiss him all over his belly, hips, and thighs. "I had fun last night," she said in a husky, sleepy voice as she placed soft kisses on his bloated sack. "You were amazing," Amelia complimented him.
Hiding a smirk, Harry reached out with his magic once again. He began rolling her clit and making it vibrate. He heard her sudden gasp of pleasure right before her tongue started lapping at his balls. Her breathing became heavy, and she started panting. "I had a lot of fun as well. I hope we can do it again," Harry replied, still playing the part of the innocent boy.
Letting out a pleasured squeal, Amelia popped his cock back into her mouth and started to powersuck him like she used to do in the good old days. Her mouth opened wide, she was fucking him with her throat and filling the room with loud GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! sounds. Harry's back arched slightly from her sudden passion and assertiveness. He had never witnessed a blowjob so sloppy in all his life. Amelia was gagging and choking like a true whore. To reward such behavior, he hit her g-spot with a powerful bolt of his magic. Amelia's ass began vibrating as she gripped his thighs tightly. He could feel her scream around his cock as sprays of pussy juice began squirting from between her clapping cheeks. Harry gripped the blankets hard and cried out, "Here it comes!"
Amelia pushed her face down until her nose was touching his smooth skin. Spurts of hot cum began shooting down her throat while her body experienced another mind-blowing orgasm. Her hands acted on their own as she began lovingly caressing every inch of his perfect skin that she could reach. Her eyes fluttered, and she moaned deeply around his cock. She loved his taste and found herself wanting more. She pulled up until her lips were firmly wrapped around the head. Her hand joined in and stroked his shaft, trying its best to empty every last drop of cum from his hairless balls. She didn't know why she was acting this way, she thought to herself as she greedily guzzled his cum. Maybe it was the explosive orgasms that he could wrench from her body at will, she guessed as girl cum streaked down the insides of her thighs and wet the bed underneath her upturned ass. Why she was acting this way wasn't important, Amelia told herself as her hand worked in a blur to pump cum from his sack. What was important was the fact that she felt like a teenager again. Back then, sex was an adventure. Everything was new and wild. At some point, however, things had become bland and boring. It was the curse of growing up. As soon as Harry jumped into her bed, her life suddenly felt like an adventure again. Amelia was desperate to hold onto that feeling for as long as possible, and she was willing to go to any lengths to keep it.
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Harry watched as Amelia climbed out of bed and lifted her arms into the air. As she stretched, her tits lifted up. When her arms fell, her tits came back down and bounced around. Just that sight alone made him want to pull her back into bed. Amelia fluffed her hair up as she stood there with her hip cocked, proudly displaying her body to him. She shot him a sexy look as he lay there in bed, his cock still sticking straight up in the air. She then giggled like a schoolgirl and jumped back onto the bed. Amelia couldn't stop herself from acting like a smitten teenager. She placed kisses all over his hard cock.
"Stay … here … I'll … be … back … tonight …" she said in between kisses. Harry just placed his hands behind his head and enjoyed himself. Finally, she stood up and turned her back on him. She threw him a look over her shoulder and saw him stroking his hard cock while watching her. Amelia giggled and shook her ass at him, making her thick cheeks clap together. With that, she walked into her bathroom to get ready for work. Harry decided to sleep for another hour or so before beginning his day.
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Susan stepped out of the fireplace early in the morning and immediately went upstairs. She tossed her overnight bag in front of her bedroom door and made her way over to her aunt's room, hoping that she was running late and hadn't gone to work yet. Pushing the door open, Susan wrinkled her nose cutely at the overwhelming musky scent that instantly hit her in the face. She, of course, knew what that smell was. She had, after all, touched herself many times since starting puberty. 'Auntie must have been really worked up this morning,' Susan told herself as she stepped into the room.
She scanned the room and didn't see her aunt getting ready. The bathroom door was still open and everything was all quiet. When her eyes went over the messed up bed, Susan's face suddenly turned tomato red. There was someone in her aunt's bed. Not a man, but a boy … and not just any boy. Harry Potter was in her aunt's bed. A completely naked Harry Potter was asleep in her aunt's bed. Susan nearly passed out from embarrassment. Letting out a soft squeak, she was just about to run out of the room when she stopped herself. Her eyes were locked on the boy's crotch. She couldn't help but study his penis. Her body reacting without her brain's input, she stepped closer to the bed. Her eyes took in every millimeter of his perfect flesh. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her face was growing hot. She had never been in the presence of a naked boy before. 'And the first one just happened to be HARRY POTTER!' she squealed in her mind.
But why was he here in her aunt's bed? The answer was obvious. He was naked … the bed was a mess … Auntie's nightgown was on the floor next to the bed … the whole room smelled like …
"They had sex!" Susan gasped, unable to believe it. 'But Auntie is so old,' she thought. She wasn't that old, she corrected herself, but when compared to Harry she was. How could this have possibly happened? 'Auntie Amelia had sex with my crush!'
Susan suddenly felt lightheaded. She was feeling hot and short of breath. Her legs were just about to give out when she sat down on the edge of the bed. A sudden movement on the bed followed by a yawn made her look over. Her embarrassment doubled when she saw brilliant green eyes staring right at her.
"Hi, Susan," Harry greeted her with a hoarse, sleepy voice. Susan swallowed loudly as she tried to get the words out.
"Hey, Harry," she finally responded. "Ummm … What are you doing here?" she asked, unable to think of something else to say. She was trying her best not to look at his penis. Even so, she still glanced at it from time to time.
"Your aunt invited me to dinner. After we finished, she wanted to thank me for saving you both," he smiled at her. His handsome smile nearly made her pass out.
"I would have thanked you as well!" she blurted out. Then, she realized exactly how her aunt had "thanked" him. "Oh, dear," she squeaked in a hushed voice. It appeared that she wouldn't be able to stop embarrassing herself that day, she thought, annoyed with her own stupidity. Thankfully, Harry blessed her with another smile.
"That's awfully nice of you," he told her kindly. Harry then climbed out of bed and stretched his arms. This time, Susan didn't even pretend that she wasn't looking. Harry apparently didn't care one bit that his body was in full view. "Your aunt asked me to stay here until she comes home from the Ministry … I hope you don't mind?"
Susan shook her head. Her voice had somehow escaped her. "Thanks," Harry said with a smile. He then began walking toward the bathroom. Susan took the opportunity to check out his ass as he did. "I'm taking a shower," he told her before turning and looking at her. He then smirked. "Maybe you'd like to thank me by helping me wash up," he said, still smiling as he walked into the bathroom. He didn't even shut the door behind him, Susan noticed. Her mind was practically blank until she heard the shower begin to run, then she snapped out of it.
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Harry was enjoying the hot water soothing his muscles when the shower curtain slid aside. Harry turned and looked. Susan was standing there without a stitch of clothing. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, but he wasn't worried about that. His eyes, instead, focused on her well-developed breasts. Harry knew of the gift that ran in the Bones' bloodline. Hell, he had spent most of the night sucking on and playing with those gifts as Amelia came on his cock. He was glad to see that the Bones bloodline was running strong in Susan.
Susan had hair that went halfway down her back and was a little more red than Amelia's darker hair. Her skin was pale like her aunt's and blemish-free. It looked incredibly smooth, and Harry was aching to get his hands and lips on it. Her belly was thin but not yet toned. She had a cute little belly button that he would love to play with. Her hips weren't as wide as Amelia's. Not yet, anyway. He was sure Susan would grow to have a very curvy body. Below her belly button was a mound absent of hair. There was nothing but a patch of incredibly smooth skin before her little slit started. Poking out from between her taut pussy lips were small flaps that would no doubt grip his cock and add even more pleasure to their eventual "lovemaking" as he was sure that she would call it. Love had nothing to do with it, Harry thought. She was going to be one of his. She was going to help him take over and right the wrongs that had been cast upon him. And when they weren't plotting, Harry would have her ankles pinned behind her ears as he fucked her into oblivion. First things first, he thought as his eyes moved down her smooth legs.
Harry reached out and took her hand. He could feel her hand trembling in his. Susan nervously stepped into the shower with him. As she did, hot water cascaded down over her head, wetting her hair. As she turned, her hard nipples brushed against his chest, and he heard her gasp wildly. "Are you okay?" Harry asked her with a smile. Susan nodded her head rapidly.
"Good. Now let me help you wash up," Harry said, squirting soap all over her naked tits. When his hands cupped the magnificent globes, he squeezed them and pinched her nipples, causing Susan to cry out. Yes, he had her right where he wanted her, he thought with a wicked smile that she couldn't see.
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Chapter 29
AN - Just wanted to do a few chaps of this story in a row. I'll start working on other stories now
Susan's legs nearly gave out when Harry pressed his body against hers from behind. His hard cock sandwiched itself between her pillowy cheeks, and she could feel it twitch over and over as he soaped her naked form.
"Oh!" she squeaked. "That feels … OH!" Susan squealed as a small orgasm made her body tremble. His hands were soaping up her wet breasts, which already felt really good, she thought. However, when he started pinching and pulling on her hard nipples, that really got her body going. Susan had always had very sensitive nipples. She often touched them when playing with herself, but this was a whole new ballgame. She had never had another person playing with her breasts. The only exception was when her breasts first started growing, and she showed them to Hannah. Her best friend had marveled at their size, and she had even held them in her hand to see how soft and squishy they were. Of course, Hannah didn't grope them, and she damn sure didn't roll her nipples between her fingers. Susan let out a shuddering moan as one of his hands continued to paw at her naked tits. Meanwhile, the other hand was slowly snaking down her belly.
Harry let a small smile play on his lips as he pressed them against Susan's bare shoulder. He opened his mouth and lightly nipped at her skin. He could feel her body trembling and shaking as his hand slid lower and lower. Looking down, his view was blocked by her incredibly perky C-cup breasts. Like Amelia's, there was almost no sag to them whatsoever. The magic of their female bloodline truly was something else, he happily thought. Though he couldn't see it, he could feel the soapy bubbles dripping down from her breasts and making her already smooth skin slippery and slick. He loved listening to the cute little sounds that she was making as he toyed with her virgin body. Gasps, chitters, and mewls left her soft, sweet lips in droves while his fingers caressed the skin around her belly button. When his fingertip dipped into the little hole, Susan's body bucked, and she pressed her ass hard against his crotch. Harry answered her actions by rubbing his cock harder against her.
Throwing her hands out to catch herself against the shower wall, Susan gasped wildly when she felt his wandering fingers graze over the smooth, hairless skin of her mound. She knew where they were heading, and it had her heart beating thundering in her chest. Harry, however, allowed his fingers to stay for a moment. Her eyes went wide as he explored the smooth skin of her wet and soapy mound. His fingers came close to touching her swollen clit. If her hips had bucked right then, he might have accidentally touched her sensitive nub, Susan realized a second too late. That was such a shame, she told herself. She was in desperate need of relief. Biting her lower lip, all she could do was stand still with her arms against the wall like she was some criminal scum who was being searched for illegal contraband. Harry's lips were peppering her bare shoulder, and her eyes closed when he started moving them toward her neck. "Do you want me to touch you?" she heard him ask in a needy voice.
"You already are," she replied, not thinking about exactly what he was asking.
"What I mean is … Do you want me to touch you here?" he answered her. This time his voice sounded amused as his hand cupped the entirety of her pussy. He squeezed her pussy possesively, as though he owned it. Then she realized what he was asking. By then, it was too late to make her own choice. His fingers were sliding back and forth as he stroked her soaking wet slit. It wasn't just the water from the shower that was making her pussy wet. As he stroked her, his fingers became coated in her slick, oily arousal.
"Yes!" she cried out with desperation, though her answer was meaningless. His fingers had already found her throbbing clit, and they were rubbing around the little nub in a circular pattern.
Harry saw that Susan was losing herself to passion and pleasure, and that was exactly what he had been waiting for. He wanted to try something new with her that he had spent some time testing on Greyback and his Death Eater friend. Mind control, he thought with a bit of amusement. Though sadly, it wasn't really mind control … not even close. What he had been able to accomplish, however, was enlightening and very useful. Instead of using his magic on the body to make someone feel pleasure or pain, he found that he could use it on the mind to make them more agreeable to his suggestions. He had to be careful with it. Using it on someone like Dumbledore, Voldemort, or even McGonagall was out of the question. They would immediately know something foul was afoot. Not only that, but he found it worked much better when the person in question wasn't in the proper state of mind. Greyback and his Death Eater pal were much more easily swayed when screaming in agony as Harry used his magic to twist their internal organs. After that breakthrough, Harry began testing it in much more pleasant ways. He gave a middle-aged shop owner an orgasm and "convinced" her to sell him a sack of Gillyweed for half the price. After that victory, he spent the day trying to perfect it with other females in Diagon Alley. While perfection was still many years away, he had learned the ins and outs of the technique enough to use it on the inexperienced. Now he wanted to test it out on Susan. 'I have to be careful and not push too much magic into her mind … Only enough to brush the surface,' Harry thought as he focused his magic. He didn't want to harm the girl after all.
Susan was squirming and grinding her pussy against Harry's hand. Her eyes fluttered as her hard clit mashed against his fingers. Then, out of nowhere, his fingers pinched her clit and nipple at the same time. Susan threw her head back and squealed as she came hard. Lights popped behind her eyes like she had just been hit in the back of the head. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, but she could hardly feel it. It was like she was floating just outside of her body. Her head was swimming through a world of pleasure. It was a strange sensation to feel only pleasure and nothing else, she thought. Susan knew that she should be panicking right about now. The feeling was bizarre, but somehow, she found herself wanting to remain there, surrounded by the pleasure. Harry must have been doing something to her body because the pleasure suddenly intensified. Opening her mouth, she cried out, but she was unable to hear the sounds coming from her lips. It was completely silent, and yet, the silence didn't perturb her. In fact, there was a strange delightful bliss to it all.
"You are mine," she finally heard a sound call out. It was in Harry's voice, only it was filled with power. It was so strong that it vibrated her being, causing her to cum even harder. Beyond her mind, she could tell that her body was thrashing wildly in Harry's grasp. "Yes," Susan called out, answering the disembodied voice. She didn't know why she said yes, but it felt right. As soon as the word left her lips, a radiant sense of rightness filled her spirit. She opened her mouth and let out an orgasmic cry.
"You will submit," again the voice called out. There was no doubt in the voice, and there was no room for discussions. Its intention was clear, as was its desire. "Y-Yes," Susan said, her voice quivering.
"SUBMIT!" the powerful voice boomed in her head, making her orgasm even stronger. As Susan cowered and came, she could feel pussy juice pouring down the insides of her thighs back in her body. "YES, SIR!" Susan squealed with more confidence than before, her being becoming frayed from the sheer power of Harry Potter.
"Who am I?" the voice asked.
"H-Harry Potter!" Susan cried out as the light was getting too bright.
"Who am I?" the voice asked again. Susan thought about it for only a second before the answer suddenly came to her.
"My Mast…"
Susan gasped, and her body bucked and thrashed. The orgasm she was experiencing was too much. She didn't know what had happened. One second she was in the shower, and now she seemed to be on a bed. "Susan … Are you alright?" she heard Harry ask.
Blinking her eyes, she saw the familiar, white ceiling of her room. Turning her head, she saw Harry looking at her with some concern. "What happened?" she asked, her voice sounding tired and a bit strained.
"Umm …" he started, looking embarrassed. "In the shower … Your orgasm was so strong that you passed out. I pulled you out of the shower and dried you off before bringing you in here," he told her. Susan blinked in confusion again. Then she sat up and looked down at them. Both of their bodies were completely nude. Susan blushed a magnificent shade of red.
"Oh …" she whispered. "Oh, no!" she cried out, more embarrassed than she ever had been before. She covered her face with her hands, hiding her stupidity from him. Now she remembered. Harry was pleasuring her body, and then she must have gotten too worked up and fainted. She couldn't remember what happened after that, but she kind of remembered seeing a bright light and feeling incredible amounts of pleasure. "I'm such an idiot!" she practically yelled, still hiding her shame. She couldn't believe that she made a fool of herself in front of her crush. Harry was perfect, and he deserved so much more than a pathetic fool such as her, she thought with great sadness.
"You're not an idiot," she heard him try and cheer her up. His hand then touched her thigh, and he began moving it up and down, gently caressing her smooth skin. Susan peeked through her fingers and saw him smiling at her.
"I'm not?" she asked, unsure.
"Of course not," he said as his other hand joined in. Now both of his hands were on her thighs. Susan began breathing heavily as her pussy started contracting. It felt as though she was going to have another big orgasm if he didn't stop touching her soon. "I made Amelia pass out as well," he suddenly told her. This immediately captured her attention. Susan looked at him with wide eyes.
"She did?" Susan asked in wonder. Her aunt was the strongest and most powerful woman that she knew. If her aunt couldn't handle being with Harry then just maybe there was hope for her. One of Harry's hands was now on her back, rubbing it tenderly while the other hand was caressing the inside of her thigh, high enough that his fingers were brushing against her wet pussy. As soon as one accidentally touched her clit, Susan gasped and started cumming again. Her legs immediately snapped shut, trapping his hand between them. Her body was spasming unrestrainedly, causing her lovely breasts to bounce and jiggle. "Harry!" Susan cried out. "It feels too good … Please!" she begged with a wild-eyed look on her pretty face.
"Spread your legs," Harry ordered her in a firm, commanding voice. Susan didn't know why, but her body reacted instantly. Her legs opened wide, exposing her glistening pussy to him. His fingers toyed with her slit before two fingers entered her. Susan moaned as her walls tightened around his two digits. Harry's fingers curled and began stimulating some wonderful spot inside of her. Instantly, the intensity of her orgasm doubled. Her hands gripped his forearm tightly, and she squeezed. Susan tilted her head upward and looked into his bright, green eyes. Susan swore that she could see magic swirling in his glittering irises. Harry leaned down and kissed her, and she wasted no time in opening her mouth and giving him access to her tongue. Harry eagerly accepted the invitation. She moaned into his mouth, and she could feel her silky insides gripping his fingers tightly. When Harry broke the kiss, she begged for more.
"You were the one who was supposed to be thanking me, remember?" Harry said as he looked down at her. Susan did remember now that he had brought it up, and she blushed in embarrassment. She was so wrapped up in the pleasure that he was giving her that she plum forgot. Even so, his fingers continued to bring her closer to another massive orgasm. Her pussy sounded so wet, and the room was filled with the scent of her arousal. With her hand, she reached out and felt for his hard cock. Wrapping her fingers around it, she quickly started jerking him off while begging for his lips again. Once his lips were on her, Susan felt as though everything was right in the world again. She kissed him slowly at first, taking her time to truly enjoy it. As she began deepening her kiss, he moaned into her mouth. Susan didn't know if it was from the kiss or her hand as she pulled and tugged on his shaft. Suddenly, Harry pushed his fingers into her as deep as they would go. He then pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. That was the last thing she remembered clearly. Other than that, she remembered screaming into his mouth as she came around his fingers while his hot cum sprayed all over her tits. When she woke up, she was in bed under the blankets. Getting up and putting on some clothes, she left her room to try and find him. It didn't take long to hear her aunt moaning and begging for Harry to fuck her harder. Susan blushed deeply and went back into her room, annoyed at having her crush taken away. Hopefully, Harry would finish with her soon so that she could thank him properly.
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Harry stepped out of the Floo and into McGonagall's office. "I hope you had a good Christmas, Mr. Potter," she greeted him.
"Indeed I did, Professor," he smiled as he left her room. He had spent his last couple of days with the Bones women. He continued to work on Susan's mind, but it was a work in progress. Harry intended to keep working on her until she was totally loyal to him. When that finally happened, he would make her an official follower of his. Amelia was fast becoming addicted to the orgasms that only he could provide. Harry was more than happy to keep providing them to her. Of course, he would expect some compensation in the future.
Making his way to Gryffindor Tower, Harry walked along the deserted corridors until he heard something in the distance. Taking a detour, Harry followed the sounds until he came upon the source. Pressing his back against the wall, Harry listened to the argument that was ensuing.
"But I didn't do anything," Harry heard the familiar voice of a certain blonde ferret.
"That's not what she's saying, Mr. Malfoy," the voice of Professor Flitwick responded.
"She's lying then," Malfoy said, and Harry could hear the smugness in his voice.
"You better hope she is because her family is threatening to take this to the Wizengamot," Flitwick told him. It sounded as though he was tired of putting up with Malfoy's antics.
"So what if they do? They have no proof."
"Just remember something, Mr. Malfoy … Your father is no longer around to keep you out of trouble." The threat was clear.
"Go to hell," Malfoy growled as he stomped away. Harry was surprised that Flitwick didn't take any House Points away from Slytherin. He was probably just happy to have the ferret leave. A few moments later, Harry heard the sounds of Flitwick's boots clacking down the hall. Harry wondered why Flitwick was handling this and not Snape. Then he remembered that Snape's brain wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, as his Uncle Vernon used to say.
He wished that he knew the context of their little argument. Obviously, Malfoy had done something to one or more females. Harry guessed that they were likely from Slytherin since they were the ones unlucky enough to spend most of their time around him. They were also likely from a Pureblood family because of the talk of taking it to the Wizengamot. Harry would have to keep his eyes open. With that bit of drama out of the way, Harry continued his journey back to the Common Room.
The Common Room was bustling, but it wasn't at full capacity just yet. All of the students that went home hadn't yet arrived at the castle. He easily spotted Hermione who was seated on a couch and surrounded by other students. He saw Lavender and Parvati sitting on each of her sides. Dean and Seamus were crowding around her, as was Lee Jordan. Harry even saw Neville off to the side looking wistfully at the girl. The reason as to why she was receiving so much attention was obvious. Hermione was already pretty to begin with, but her good looks were hidden behind a curtain of wild, bushy hair and a pair of big, buckteeth. After his beautification ritual, Hermione was gorgeous, and it didn't take long for everyone else to discover that fact. Her teeth were the correct size, perfectly straight, and pearly white. Her shiny hair hung down her back in loose ringlets as though it had been done up for some modeling photoshoot. Her eyes shined brightly as she talked, and her smile was devastating to witness. Harry watched as she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thigh. Both Dean and Seamus stared unabashedly at her legs, squirming in their seats. Harry continued to watch, amused by the whole scene. After a few more minutes, Hermione looked up and saw him watching. She immediately stood up and walked over to him.
"I missed you, Master," she leaned in and told him quietly.
"I missed you as well, my pet," he responded, which made her shiver. "You're doing well to make more 'friends'. Keep it up. We'll talk tonight," Harry said quietly, smiling at her. Hermione nodded and went back to the couch where Lavender leaned in and began chatting up a storm. Harry had instructed her not to isolate herself so that he was the only friend that she had. He wanted her to have as many connections as possible, and the more people she had in her life, the more people she could take advantage of. The rest of the day was spent catching up with friends. At some point, the sun had gone down, and the students began shuffling upstairs to their dorms. Harry sneakily escaped the Common Room and ended up in his private room. It wasn't long before Hermione quietly knocked on the door.
When he opened the door, she practically threw herself into his arms. A split second later, her sweet lips were on his. Harry kicked the door closed and lifted her up by her ass. Carrying her to the bed, Harry laid her down, and she immediately spread her legs. Her light pink panties looked to be about one size too small. They hugged her pussy in a way that he could see the exact shape of it. There was already a dark, wet patch right above her covered slit. Harry placed his hand on the front of her panties and used his thumb to massage her covered clit. Hermione bit her lip cutely and mewled with pleasure. "The Headmaster called me to his office!" Hermione cried out as he lightly pinched her clit.
"Oh? And what did the old coot have to say?" Harry smiled, taking Hermione's shoes and socks off.
"He asked if we talked over the break. I told him everything you wanted me to," Hermione said, breathing heavily as Harry unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her bare legs.
"Good girl," Harry smiled at her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom. "It's better to keep the old man's trust so that he doesn't start snooping around," he told her, flipping her shirt open. Harry could see her chest rapidly rising and falling. His eyes focused on her hard nipples before lowering down to her panties. Harry reached out and grabbed the waistband. Slowly, he eased them down her legs until they were pulled from her feet. "I think you deserve a treat … Don't you?" Harry teased.
Hermione was sucking in deep breaths as she opened her legs so wide that her little pink pussy lips slightly spread apart. Harry studied the light pink of her inner lips and saw that they were shiny with wetness. Wanting to reward her good behavior, Harry dove in and buried his tongue between her lips while vibrating her clit and asshole with his magic. The wards on the door had a hard time holding back the orgasmic scream that Hermione let out.
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Chapter 30
The following morning, it didn't take long for Harry to figure out who exactly was pissed off at Malfoy. Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis were taking turns glaring at the little ferret. Malfoy silently spooned food into his mouth, not dignifying them with a glare of his own.
By his side, Hermione was politely eating while Ron Weasley was waving at him like a loon from the Hufflepuff table. Harry smiled and waved back. He still wanted Ron obsessing over him. 'The boy may be useful one day,' Harry thought. Not as a follower, obviously, but more as a pawn. Ron was someone who could be used and tossed away. He brought no value to Harry's life or plans. When he saw Harry waving back, a huge smile spread across his face, and his chest puffed up with pride. There were times when Harry asked himself if he was going too far. Seeing Ron as a kid again made him question his plans for violent retribution. Then, of course, he would remember pulling himself from his own grave, charred and crippled. Those old memories were a very big motivator that kept him on his path. Most of these people, both the old and young, were horrible, wretched humans that needed to be exterminated.
"For the greater good," Harry whispered to himself, and he smiled.
"What was that, Harry?" Hermione asked him. She was getting better at not calling him Master in public.
"Oh, nothing, Hermione. I was just taking a trip down memory lane," he truthfully told her. She turned and gave him her full attention.
"Nothing bad, I hope?" she asked, looking genuinely concerned for her Master. Yes, Hermione was coming along very nicely. Perhaps he would get the girl a nice, little treat for her good behavior.
"Nope," Harry smiled. "Don't worry about the past when the future looks so bright," he said, squeezing her thigh underneath the table. Hermione beamed at him and nodded before going back to talking with her new "friends".
Harry looked at Daphne again. He could see her eyes shifting in Malfoy's direction. It appeared that she would be more than happy to inflict Harry Potter levels of justice upon the annoying blonde. That was something that Harry would like to see. Harry then turned and looked at Susan. She was looking directly at him, and Harry smiled and waved to her. Susan blushed deeply, looking embarrassed as she waved back. Harry could see her friends teasing her in a way that only schoolgirls could. He would continue to work on her in secret. Sadly, it would have to wait. Directly after breakfast was done, Harry was called in to speak with the Headmaster.
"Have a seat, my boy," Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly voice. Harry sat down opposite his desk. "I trust you had a wonderful holiday break?" he said, offering him a lemon drop. Harry took one, knowing that his enhancements would protect him if the lemon drops were spiked with a mild truth serum. Harry popped it in his mouth, and he noticed Dumbledore's lip twitch. 'Yes, they probably are spiked," Harry thought. No doubt he had another bowl of untainted drops that he would switch out when necessary.
"I did, Professor. I had plenty of fun and a little bit of adventure," Harry smiled. Dumbledore smiled back.
"So I heard. Now Harry … Is there anything else that you can tell me about the night that Greyback attacked Madam Bones?" Harry pretended to be confused.
"The DMLE has my full report," he stated the facts. "I didn't leave anything out."
"Yes, but I was hoping that you might have remembered something new since then, or perhaps you have had a change of mind about sharing certain key facts. For example, these mystery informants of yours …"
Inwardly, Harry smiled. If there was one thing that Dumbledor couldn't stand, it was being out of the loop when it came to important information. He had played the hero for so long that he was used to everyone giving him every last scrap of information for no other reason than he was Dumbledore. The old man was probably foaming at the mouth when he found out that Harry was withholding some vital information. This was something that Dumbledore just couldn't have. Harry knew that the old man was already planning his demise, but he wanted all the facts so that he could dot every i and cross every t. Not having key information made things dangerous for him, and it would cause him to second-guess and rethink the plans that he already made. Harry, of course, would use it to his advantage.
"Sorry, Professor, but I can't tell you. They highly value their privacy. I'm not even sure if they are who they say they are," Harry told him. Dumbledore perked up at this new piece of info.
"All the more reason for me to know, Harry. What if they are lying about who they are? I could do some research and vet them for you, that way we will …" he continued but Harry cut him off.
"No can do, Professor. I made a promise, and my promises are as good as gold," Harry smiled as his eyes twinkled. Dumbledore hid the sour look on his face and cleared his throat.
"Hmm … Yes … Of course … I was just thinking that … but never mind! On to other topics!"
Harry spent a few more minutes in his office before he was given a slip to excuse his tardiness to his first class of the day. Harry was sure that the old man would try to get that information another way.
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The first class of the day just happened to be with the sexiest teacher in the school … Professor Aurora Sinistra. Her big, beautiful eyes, her light brown skin, her soft, kissable lips … Harry liked everything about her. Unfortunately, he had never seen her out of her robes, so he didn't know what her body looked like. From what he could tell though, he guessed that she was quite fit.
Astronomy wasn't a subject that interested him much. The only reason why he paid the subject any attention was the effects that planet and moon alignment had on potions and rituals. Other than that, he could do without the boring subject. Of course, he would never tell the sexy Aurora Sinistra that. Harry's eyes focused on her lips as she spoke, and an idea suddenly came to him. He hid a smile and continued to take notes.
When the day's classes were done, Harry and Hermione were heading back to Gryffindor Tower when he saw Malfoy walking alone. Turning to Hermione, he said, "Take my bag back to my secret room. I'll be staying there tonight." He handed her his bookbag, and she walked away without asking a question. Her loyalty made him crack a smile. Keeping an eye on Malfoy, Harry began following him, making sure not to get too close.
He made his way down the many staircases, and it became obvious to Harry that he was heading in the direction of the dungeons. Ducking around a corner, Harry made himself invisible before he was spotted. He wasn't exactly watching his back, but Harry wanted to be careful nonetheless. Malfoy had spent most of the year as a loner, but lately, he had been spending more time around his two idiot goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry figured that he was just coming out of the funk that he had been in since his father's murder. Even so, Malfoy wasn't someone to turn your back on. His father, Lucius, was a very hateful and dangerous man, and Draco's mother was even more cunning. There was no telling the things that Malfoy might do when he was backed into a corner, and that was basically what was happening. Malfoy was without the protection of his father and most of the family fortune. Harry had deprived him of both. Narcissa was already making her play to get back into the fold by conning Harry of his fortune. What was Malfoy doing? If he was smart, he was definitely doing something. Harry just needed to find out what.
Malfoy turned the corner, and just before Harry followed him around, he heard voices. "Coming to make threats again?" he heard an angry, female voice.
"Get over yourself, Greengrass," Harry heard Malfoy reply in his snootiest of voices. "I know that's difficult for you, but try anyway."
"Oh, please, Malfoy …" Harry heard Tracey join in. "You're the one who spends hours grooming themselves in front of that fancy mirror of yours."
"Stay out of this, Davis! A filthy half-blood like you should keep their mouth shut when in the presence of their betters," Malfoy spat at her.
"By the way … What happened to that fancy mirror? I haven't seen it lately. Did you have to sell it when your family went broke? That's such a shame …" Tracey began needling him before Harry heard a loud slap, and Daphne's voice rang out.
"Malfoy! What are you …"
SLAP! Tracey cried out in pain.
Harry spun around the corner and saw Malfoy with a handful of Tracey Davis's hair. He was holding the top of her scalp and painfully twisting her head so that her face was to him. His hand was up as he was clearly going for another slap. Tracey's normally pale cheek was bright red. Harry focused and hit Malfoy with a powerful blast of his magic. Tracey cried out as Malfoy was knocked off his feet and was sent tumbling head over heels down the corridor. Malfoy was lying facedown on the cold, stone floor, and he tried to push himself up but quickly collapsed. He didn't move again. Daphne was at Tracey's side, examining her friend. "What happened?" she cried out. "Who knocked out Malfoy?"
Becoming visible, Harry showed himself. "I did," he stated. The two girls jumped, and Tracey squeaked frightenedly.
"Potter?" Daphne asked. "You attacked Malfoy?"
"Is that such a shock? He is an annoying little twat," Harry said, walking up to them. "Here, let me see," Harry said, tilting Tracey's head slightly so that he could see the top of her scalp. He touched a spot on her head, making the girl wince.
"Careful, Potter!" Daphne hissed. Harry conjured a clean handkerchief and dabbed her head.
"Malfoy pulled out a small chunk of her hair. She's bleeding a bit," Harry told them, still dabbing her wound.
"WHAT?! MY HAIR?!" Tracey yelped in panic as she reached up and began feeling around on her head.
"Relax," Harry said, showing an amused smile. "It's not that bad. You can hardly see it."
"Daphne?" Tracey asked worriedly. She leaned over so that her friend could see. Daphne examined her head and took the handkerchief from Harry. She tenderly dapped her friend's wound.
"Yeah. It's not bad. If you brush your hair a bit differently, you won't even be able to tell," promised Daphne, taking a step back. Harry then gently touched Tracey's chin and tilted her head upward. Her eyes caught his, and Harry smiled handsomely, causing her to blush fiercely. He then gently brushed his fingers across her injured cheek, making the poor girl shudder.
"You'll probably bruise," Harry told them, pretending to examine her further. In reality, he was pumping a low dose of his magic into her body. Tracey was trembling as pleasure pooled in her nether region. She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together tightly and squirm. "You may want to go see Madam Pomfrey."
Daphne cleared her throat. Harry turned to look at her and saw that she was staring at him with her arms crossed over her chest. Her perfect eyebrow was hiked up. "Slytherins usually keep these kinds of things in-house," she told him. Harry smiled at the girl.
"Are you sure? Such a beautiful girl shouldn't walk around with a marred face," he teased, tickling Tracey's slender neck. Tracey let out a cute, little moan, and her eyelashes fluttered.
"We're sure!" Daphne stated, grabbing Tracey's arm and pulling her away from him. Harry's eyes twinkled in her direction. "Where did you come from anyway?" she asked, confused.
"I was following him," Harry truthfully stated, jerking his thumb in Draco's direction. The blonde boy was still on the ground. "I've been getting some bad vibes from him, and I wanted to see if he was up to anything."
"You're not the only one getting bad vibes from him," Tracey joined in after pulling herself together.
"Shhh!" Daphne shushed her friend.
"Anyway … Is he dead?" Tracey asked, not sounding too broken up about it. Harry walked over to the ferret and not-too-gently kicked his ribs with the toe of his shoe. Malfoy let out an unconscious grunt.
"Nope. Still alive," Harry shook his head.
"That's unfortunate. Anyway …" Tracey said, looking at him. Her cheeks were glowing red, and it wasn't because of the slaps. "Thanks for saving me," she softly said, looking shy and cute. Harry gave her another handsome smile.
"Anything for you two girls," he teased. Tracey blushed deeply, and Harry could even see Daphne's cheeks turning pink.
"Yes … Well … We need to be going," Daphne jumped in, taking Tracey by the arm and pulling her down the corridor. Harry suddenly whistled and grabbed their attention. Their shoes squeaked as they skidded to a stop. Harry reached into his magically expanded pocket and pulled out a little canister of his homemade bruise remover. He tossed it to them, and Tracey squealed as she juggled it before finally getting a firm grip on it. They looked at the non-descript canister of mystery paste.
"Bruise remover," he told them. "Made it myself. As I'm sure you've seen in the Daily Prophet, I tend to get into trouble on occasion," he smirked. Tracey blushed again, but Daphne nodded and pulled her along. "Apply a healthy layer to your cheek … Leave it on for an hour before washing it off!" he loudly called after them. Tracey waved haphazardly as she was led away from the crime scene. They didn't give Malfoy a second glance, and before long, they had turned the corner and were out of sight.
'Interesting …" Harry thought, tapping his chin. 'There is definitely more going on that I don't know about.' Harry planned to find out. Harry became invisible again as footsteps were heard coming closer. Avoiding the incoming Slytherin students, he made his way back up to his room where Hermione was dutifully waiting for him. He smiled at the lovely girl, eyeing her body. Hermione noticed where his eyes were roaming, and she quickly kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.
"Do you want me, Master?" she asked in a lustful tone. Harry beckoned her over with a curl of his finger. Hermione waddled on her knees to the edge of the bed.
"Always, my little slut," he teased as he untucked the white blouse of her schoolgirl uniform. Hermione allowed him to do anything he wanted to. What she really wanted would have to wait until she finished the task that he had given to her. His hand slid underneath her top, and Hermione bit her lip and closed her eyes. Harry leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. Hermione gasped and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. Her body trembled as his fingers brushed over her belly button and continued upward. As he cupped her bra-covered breast, he could feel how hot her body was. He could also tell how much she had grown since the ritual based on the weight of her breasts. Harry couldn't wait to see how sexy she became as she grew older. His fingers found the lowest pearly-white button on her blouse, and he popped it open. Then he undid the next one … then the next. When he opened her blouse and slid it off of her shoulders, Hermione opened her lovely, brown eyes and looked at him. Then she leaned in and kissed him as he dropped her shirt to the ground. Her soft, warm tongue massaged his while Harry's hands unclasped the hooks on her bra. Harry broke the kiss and pulled the bra from her tits.
Hermione didn't hide herself from his gaze. She didn't even think about doing it. She stood there kneeling on her knees with her back slightly arched, proudly displaying her breasts to him. Her nipples were so hard and pink, he thought. Almost all he could think about was taking them into his mouth and sucking on them until he made her cum. Instead, he moved his hands up her sides. He felt her body jump, and he smiled. He knew that her sides were ticklish.
"Dumbledore will likely contact you again soon. Tell him that I have a major crush on Professor Sinistra. Tell him that I stare at her during class and that I talk about her sometimes when we are alone," Harry commanded. His hands caressed the sides of her breasts, and his thumbs brushed over the outer edges of her light pink areolas.
"I will, Master," she gasped as he laid her down and began laying kisses all over her naked breasts.
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Tracey winced as Daphne spread the bruise removing paste across her aching cheek. "Sorry," she muttered as she screwed the top back on. She placed the little canister on her side table and looked Tracey over. "It looks thick enough. Potter said to leave it on for an hour, so …"
"I'm going to make Malfoy pay," Tracey snarled at the thought of the little git.
"Just be careful," Daphne warned. "Even though his father is dead, he's still unhinged and dangerous. Do we need more proof than what happened today?"
"We were lucky Harry was there," Tracey said, her eyes glazing over as she thought about the pleasure that she felt when he was touching her. She quickly imagined how good it would feel if he touched her on her … Tracey blushed and tried to push away those naughty thoughts. This was neither the time nor the place.
"Yeah … lucky," Daphne said without thinking. It looked as though her head was in the clouds.
"Daph?" Tracey asked, snapping her fingers in front of the girl's face. Her spacey look was quickly replaced by her normal expression.
"Huh?" she asked. Tracey shook her head.
"You looked lost in your thoughts," she told her. Daphne shrugged.
"I guess …" she answered simply. A smile suddenly stretched across Tracey's face.
"Harry was very heroic today. Just like in all those articles in the paper. Don't you think he looked sexy as stood there protecting us?" she teased.
"I'll admit, he was dashing … though just a tad," Daphne told her, causing her friend to giggle. Tracey's eyes went wide after a moment.
"Do you think Harry can help with your problem? I mean … he is Harry Potter," Tracey said.
"Doubtful," Daphne sighed.
"Why don't we ask him? It can't hurt anything, can it?" Tracey pleaded. Daphne sighed again.
"I don't know," Daphne said, not convinced.
"C'mon, Daph!" Tracey pleaded again.
"I'll think about it," Daphne relented and flopped back on her bed, thinking about the handsome, young man who had just saved her friend from what likely would have been a terrible beating. 'He is cute,' she thought to herself and covered her face when her cheeks grew warm.
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Chapter 31
It was almost a week after giving Hermione instructions on what to tell the Headmaster when Dumbledore came calling. It was just past curfew, and they were speaking in an empty room near the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
"Interesting … very interesting," Dumbledore quietly said, stroking his beard like the bad guy in a muggle film. 'This can be useful,' he told himself. He then remembered that he was supposed to be playing the part of the concerned Headmaster. "I mean … Harry is a growing boy, so it is only natural to feel attraction towards the opposite sex. Professor Sinistra is quite the attractive, young woman after all," he told Hermione. Hermione nodded, playing her part just as well.
"And what about this business with Fenrir Greyback over the break? Has he spoken with you about it?" he asked the girl. Hermione nodded.
"Yes, but he's only talked about the stuff that was in the Daily Prophet. He said that his contact in the Ministry told him about the attack only moments before. He barely had time to save Susan Bones … poor girl," Hermione shook her head sadly. "I was so nervous when reading the article. Harry could have been seriously hurt!"
Dumbledore's ears immediately perked up. "Contact in the Ministry? Are you sure that was what he said, my dear … contact in the Ministry?"
"Yes. I suppose he was talking about the Ministry of Magic, but I can't be sure," she told him.
"Excellent," he smiled. "Most excellent. You've done a wonderful job so far, my dear," he said to her and reached into his robe pocket. Pulling out a small book, he handed it to her. "Just as I promised. Return it when you are done."
Hermione smiled wide when she took the book from him and hugged it to her chest. "Thank you, Professor!"
"You're very welcome," he said, smiling back. "Now run along and get some rest. It is getting late," he instructed. Hermione nodded and bolted from the room, leaving the scheming Headmaster behind.
Hermione felt very proud of herself. She told him everything that Harry had instructed her to. Why he wanted Dumbledore to know these things, she didn't know, and it wasn't her place to ask. She was the follower, and Harry was her Master. He would tell her when she needed to know. It wasn't long before she was in her room using the spells that Harry had taught her to make two magical copies of the book … one for her and one for her beloved Master.
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The next morning, Daphne Greengrass was sitting in front of her mirror with a fluffy, white towel wrapped around her head. She dabbed a little bit of foundation on each cheek and rubbed it into her skin. Her mother always said that even though she was very beautiful, she should always use at least a tiny bit of makeup to enhance her lovely complexion and face. "Especially on the eyes. Smoky, soulful eyes can easily win a man's heart, and even if you don't love him back, his affection could still end up useful to you someday," her mother, Alannah, had told her many times. Her mother often taught her the knowledge that every Pureblood princess like her should know. This information was always passed down from mother to daughter. 'Someday I'll have to teach my daughter,' Daphne thought as she continued with her makeup. And who the father of her daughter would be … well that was still up for debate. The thought instantly made her skin crawl.
Malfoy was still acting like a little shit, but thankfully, he had backed off a bit since Potter had knocked him unconscious. Of course, Malfoy didn't know that it was Potter. He just assumed that Daphne had done it, and she didn't bother correcting him. It was better if Draco thought of her as dangerous … as someone not to be fucked with. Unfortunately, Daphne knew that it would keep him away for only so long. The bathroom door squeaked, and she turned her head and saw her friend Tracey coming out with only a towel covering her growing body. The big, white towel was wrapped around her midsection, barely covering her nipples and ending at her upper thighs. She had another towel in her hands as she vigorously rubbed it against her damp hair. Both of them could dry their hair with their wands, but every girl knew that you got better results if the hair was slightly damp instead of wet. Drying wet hair made it come out flat and bodiless. That was not something they wanted to deal with at the moment.
Tracey sat down on Daphne's bed and began putting lotion on her body. That was another tip from Daphne's mother that Tracey picked up on. "Have you given it any more thought?" Tracey asked as she ran her hands up and down her leg, rubbing the lotion into her skin.
"Hmm?" Daphne asked as she worked on her eyes.
"About asking Harry … Have you given it any more thought?" she asked again. This time Daphne heard her.
"I really don't want to get anyone else involved if I can help it. The less that know the better," Daphne told her. Tracey just shook her head in disbelief.
"Daph, we've wracked our brains for months and still can't find a solution. Even your mum hasn't found one," said Tracey. Daphne didn't respond. She knew that her family was in a pinch with practically no way out. Once again, she cursed her father for getting mixed up with the wrong people. Now with him gone, they were the ones stuck with the consequences.
"Daphne?" Tracey asked again.
"I'm not sure what to do," Daphne stated. "I'd like to talk with my mum again. Maybe she'll know what we should do."
"I hope so," Tracey said, standing up and dropping her towel before going to her bed to get dressed. Breakfast would start soon.
Half an hour later, the two girls were leaving the Slytherin Common Room on their way to the Great Hall. The pair were talking and not paying attention when a sizzling, lime-green spell whizzed by Daphne's head. Both girls yelped and ducked down, quickly scurrying down the corridor.
"Who fired that?" Tracey asked breathlessly as they took off running. Daphne shot her an incredulous look.
"Who do you think?" she sarcastically asked.
"Did you see him?"
Daphne shook her head. She didn't need to see him. It was obvious. Especially since they saw Malfoy leave before them. "Let's get to breakfast," she said … 'And among witnesses,' she silently added.
When they were sitting at their table, Malfoy passed by a few minutes later looking sour. The girls shot him a murderous look which he ignored. Almost as soon as the breakfast appeared on the long table, the morning owls began flying in to drop off the daily mail. Daphne spotted her family owl before it even landed. Moving her plate aside, she waited for the owl to land before removing the letter attached. When it was freed, she gave the owl a piece of bacon and opened the letter. She silently read it before turning slightly pale. "What is it?" Tracey whispered.
"Mum says that Malfoy is demanding the buyout. She got into contact with Draco's mum but there's nothing she can do. She hasn't even been in contact with him," Daphne explained. Tracey blinked her eyes a few times while digesting what she just heard.
"Looks like you're out of options," Tracey stated as the owl hooted and flew away. Instinctually, she looked over at Harry Potter who was eating. Practically every girl in Gryffindor surrounded him while he ate. Thinking of their last interaction, Tracey suddenly felt flush.
Daphne must have seen her looking at the boy, because she suddenly said, "I'll try and talk to him later today." Tracey silently nodded.
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Harry groaned as he stood up after the last class of the day. By then, his back and butt were hurting from the uncomfortable chairs. Hermione was placing her stuff into her bag much more carefully than he had. She then looked up at him and smiled. Harry smiled back as Seamus and Dean checked her out from behind. He could see their eyes lowering to check out her ass. Hermione had been doing a good job when it came to upping her social standing. She had also done a good job with Dumbledore. He told her to inform him that his contact was from the Ministry. Obviously, they weren't, but Harry wanted Dumbledore to waste his time and resources focusing on false clues and leads.
Hermione was suddenly by his side. "Here, let me take that," he said, taking her heavy bookbag from her grasp and heaving it over his shoulder. Hermione beamed at him and threaded her arm through his. A second later, he heard her giggling.
"What's so funny?" he asked as he led her out of the classroom and into the student-filled corridor.
"Seamus asked me on a date, and I declined. Then Dean asked me to go out with him right after. I said no, of course. I left when they began arguing with each other," she told him. Harry chuckled.
"You're too sexy for your own good," Harry complimented her. Hermione blushed slightly but kept her head held high. Harry liked seeing the new, confident Hermione Granger. As they walked down the corridor together, they suddenly heard people arguing behind them.
"You'll watch where you're walking if you know what's good for you, you Irish prick!" Malfoy spat at Seamus. Seamus flushed red with embarrassment, but he puffed his chest out confrontationally.
"You're the one who bumped into me, you worthless tosser!"
It wasn't long before Dean, Crabbe, and Goyle joined the mix, each pulling their wands threateningly. As everyone focused on them, Daphne slipped through the crowd and joined Harry's side. She looked at Hermione for a moment before standing on her tiptoes and whispering in his ear.
"Can I talk to you in private … after dinner?" she asked him.
"Yeah, sure," he said quietly. "When you leave the Great Hall tonight, turn right and go to the end of the corridor. I'll meet you by the statue of the six-eyed witch and take you somewhere a little more private where we can talk," he told her. Daphne nodded and quickly disappeared. A few seconds later, spells began flashing in the corridor, and Harry heard the professor yelling out, "Detention for all of you!"
Harry and Hermione took the opportunity to leave before they could get dragged into the ongoing mess. "I'll invite Daphne to my private room tonight to talk," Harry told her as they escaped the chaos. "You try and hang out with Lavender and Parvati tonight and work on your social skills. It will be good to have those girls on our side in case we ever need them. We must collect as many pawns as we can," he said. Hermione nodded in understanding. In truth, she found the girls vapid and annoying, but it was a price that she was willing to pay for her Master.
Dinner was much the same as all of the other meals. Harry ate while surrounded by adoring fangirls. Angelina was getting very bold. While sitting there acting innocent and spooning food into her mouth with one hand, her other hand was shoved down the front of his unbuttoned trousers. Harry found it difficult to properly enjoy his meal while she was fondling his cock and balls. When the food and dishes finally disappeared, Harry zipped up and waited for most of the students to exit the Great Hall. When there was only a handful left, Harry got up and walked out of the Hall, taking a right and going to the end of the corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was an alcove containing the statue of the six-eyed witch that he had told Daphne about. Sure enough, when he arrived, Daphne and Tracey were there waiting for him. "Ladies," he said, greeting them. Both of them were looking slightly nervous.
"Hi, Harry," Tracey said with a small smile.
"Potter," Daphne said with a straight face.
"I have a place for us to talk. No one will overhear us. Follow me," he said, ushering them forward. They didn't talk much as Harry led them to his secret room. Once inside, the girls were impressed.
"This is a really nice room!" Tracey declared, walking around to take it all in. The view, the fireplace, the big bed … Tracey had to admit that she was a little jealous. "How did you get this?" she asked. Harry smirked.
"It's good to have friends that can help you out when needed," he told her as she sat down on his bed and bounced up and down a few times. Daphne was also exploring the room.
"So you sleep in here?" Tracey asked him while testing the comfort level of the big bed. She thought that it was way more comfortable than her bed in the Slytherin dorm.
"On occasion," he answered simply. Daphne then bent over and reached under the bed. She stood up with a pair of g-string panties hanging from between her fingertips. She had her eyebrow cocked.
"I think he's been doing a little more than sleeping," she snorted, letting Hermione's panties drop to the floor. She kicked them back under the bed. Harry just smiled at her.
"What can I say? I'm a growing boy with needs." Both girls snorted at him. "Putting my night-time habits aside … What did you want to talk about?"
Daphne joined Tracey and sat next to her on the bed while Harry looked on. "What do you know about marriage contracts?" Daphne asked him.
"Very little, but I know enough not to get mixed up with one," he told her.
"Smart. Unfortunately, some of us never had a choice," she said with a bitter look on her pretty face. Tracey patted her thigh in a comforting manner.
Harry raised an eyebrow, not expecting to hear about marriage contracts. "You're under contract?" he asked her. Daphne shook her head.
"Not me … My sister," she corrected him. Harry tried to remember her sister's name but couldn't.
"Her name's Astoria. She's a year younger than us," Tracey explained further.
"And I take it that Astoria isn't keen on being contracted to marry?"
"Would you be keen on marrying Draco Malfoy?" Daphne said with a biting voice. This time it was Harry with the sour look on his face.
"Malfoy? Why on Earth would she be contracted out to Malfoy?" he asked, not understanding why her family would do that.
"My father," she said as though that was enough of an explanation.
"Her dad wasn't the nicest man, and around five years back, their family got into some financial problems," Tracey told him.
"My father had a gambling problem," Daphne explained further. Harry nodded his head in understanding. "He ended up losing a lot of gold to some very shady people. To pay it off, he signed a marriage contract for my younger sister. As I'm sure you can guess, he signed it with Lucius Malfoy."
"How else can Draco get a wife?" Harry snorted. "Anyway, since Lucius is dead and this is still a problem, I'm guessing that the contract is ironclad?"
Daphne nodded. "Yes. My mother had a solicitor go over it, and she was told that there was nothing anyone could do about it. Now we only have a few options."
"And those options are?" Harry asked, crossing his arms.
"Astoria marries Draco," Tracey said with a disgusted look on her face.
"Draco agrees to cancel the contract out of the kindness of his heart, which we all know he won't," Daphne said.
"Or they can pay the buyout before her first year of Hogwarts, which is next year. If they pay the buyout before she begins school, it will be twice the amount that her father received when the contract was first made," Tracey told him.
"In this case, my father received fifty thousand Galleons," Daphne downtroddenly said.
"So the buyout is a hundred grand?" Harry asked and whistled in appreciation when they nodded. "What happens if you don't pay?"
"The buyout increases to five times the amount, which is way more than we can ever dream to pay. My father already pilfered most of our family fortune before he was killed. We can't even come up with the one hundred thousand," stated Daphne.
"If they don't pay, Draco will marry Astoria, and he's already promised to make her life a living hell," Tracey nervously declared. "In marriage, men hold most of the power, so he actually can make her life miserable. He could beat her black and blue and not get in trouble from the Ministry."
"Is that so?" Harry asked and once again, they affirmed. He had never learned the ins and outs of magical marriages.
"Of course, he wouldn't dare try that if our family had some type of protection … you know … physical or political. Sadly, it seems that we don't. My mother has been attempting to use some of her old contacts within the Ministry to do something, but they claim that their hands are tied," Daphne told him.
"Their hands were tied because they're getting nothing in return. No one would shell out that kind of gold for someone who isn't a family member. One hundred thousand is equal to thirty to forty years of work for the average person. Beyond that, as you said, the contract is ironclad," Harry told them.
"I'm aware that one hundred thousand is a lot of gold," Daphne glared. Harry ignored her look.
Daphne was very high on his list of girls to collect as followers. Having her mother, sister, and Tracey on his side wouldn't hurt either. If he had to, he would pay the hundred thousand. That amount of gold was nothing to him. However, before paying, he would see what his other options were. Now all he had to do was turn on the charm.
Harry took Daphne's hand and pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he slipped his arms around her slim waist and hugged her. His hand gently caressed her back, and he felt her body unstiffen and relax. Her head found his shoulder where she rested it, her cute, little nose gently brushing against his cheek.
"Don't worry, Daphne. I won't let anything happen to you or your sister," he told her with confidence. He felt her silently nod, and he tightened his hold on her body.
Daphne's heart nearly exploded when he pulled her to his body and began hugging her. Initially, her body stiffened, but it quickly relaxed before melting into him. Her lovely eyes closed, and she nearly fell asleep as she rested her head on his shoulder. Because of the mess going on, she hadn't been sleeping well. "If I have to, I'll pay the money to get your sister out of the contract," she heard him say. Just hearing that made her belly do a flip.
"I'll have to talk to your mum first though. She's the Head of your family, right?" he asked her. Daphne nodded without saying a word. For years she had had a crush on the boy, thinking that he was another Prince Charming. Now she knew that he was better than some fictitious character from a child's book. Harry Potter was a true prince who was here to rescue his damsel in distress. Daphne's face flushed and began to burn, and she pressed herself harder against him. She didn't even know why she did it. The only excuse was that her body was acting of its own accord when she tilted her head up and pecked him on the lips. Immediately, her face blushed a fiery red, and she pulled away from him, covering her face in embarrassment. Behind her, Tracey was giggling madly.
"My, my, Daphne … So forward," she heard Harry tease.
"Shut up!" she called out from between her fingers. Harry chuckled as she continued to hide her face in shame. She heard movement and looked through the crack between her fingers. Tracey was now in his arms, hugging him tightly. All she could think about was that she wanted to be back in his arms.
"Why don't you girls hurry up and go send that message before curfew? Tell your mum to meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at nine in the morning this Saturday," he said as Tracey rubbed herself against him like a little slut.
"But how are you going to get there?" Tracey asked, looking up at him with stars in her eyes.
"Don't worry about that. I have my ways," he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. Tracey squealed and hid her face against his chest. His hand slid down her back and "accidentally" brushed against her ass. Tracey gasped loudly and blushed.
"We will," Daphne said, pulling Tracey from his arms. "I really don't know how to thank you, Harry … I …" she said, but Harry waved it away.
"How about the three of us have dinner together here in my room? We can get nice and cozy by the fire," he said, smiling at them.
Both girls blushed red again and nodded at the same time. Neither would ever pass up such an opportunity. Daphne suddenly remembered that they didn't have a whole lot of time left to get to the Owlry and then back down to the dungeons before curfew hit. She could easily stop off at the library and bum some parchment and ink, that way she wouldn't have to make a trip back to her room first. "I'll let my mother know when to meet you. I'm sorry but we have to hurry," she said.
Harry nodded and stepped up to her. Again, she found herself in his arms, and she shuddered deeply when he placed a soft kiss right on the corner of her lips. She could now feel that her pussy was soaked, and she was in for an uncomfortable walk with wet panties. "Remember … Saturday. Make sure to wear something comfortable," he told them. They both nodded, looking at him a bit starstruck. "Go on then," he said, leading them to the door. When they were halfway down the corridor, Harry closed the door and smirked.
"As easy as one, two, three!" he laughed to himself.
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Chapter 32
"So what can I do for you, Professor?" Professor Sinistra asked of her Headmaster.
Dumbledore closed the door behind them and ushered her into a chair. He sat down in the chair opposite her and steepled his fingers in an all-knowing fashion. He had brought her into his private office which he hardly ever used. He didn't want the portraits to hear his conversation with her.
"Please, call me Albus, Aurora. We are colleagues now," he smiled at the young professor. Aurora Sinistra was the youngest professor employed at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore could see why Harry Potter had a crush on her. There was hardly a male student in the school who didn't. Aurora had a beautiful face with a wide, bright smile filled with straight, pearly white teeth. Her lips were nice and plump, and they easily drew the boys' attention when they should have been listening to her lectures. Her nose was small and cute, and her eyes were big and bright. Like her skin, her eyes were brown. However, unlike her dark eyes, her skin was light, much like the color of a cappuccino. Aurora's hair was dark, thick, and long-flowing. One of Harry's favorite features just happened to be her voice. Her voice was soft and velvety but still had a seductive quality to it. If the boys of the school were asked, they would likely say that her best feature was the big pair of tits that she had been unable to hide, even under the robes she wore to teach.
"Oh … Of course, Albus," she responded, crossing one leg over the other. Dumbledore smiled and nodded in appreciation.
"Now, my dear … I've developed a bit of a problem, and I was hoping that you might be able to help me with it," the old man told her.
"Oh? What kind of problem?" she asked, curious as to what kind of problem it was that a man like him couldn't fix on his own.
"You, of course, know of Harry Potter's exploits before coming to Hogwarts?"
Aurora nodded. "Yes, Albus. There probably isn't a single person in the castle who hasn't read about all of his adventures. Some of the faculty even gossip about it."
"Indeed," Dumbledore nodded. "And while I'm very glad that the boy has grown to be powerful and resourceful, he is still in very serious danger," he grimly stated. Aurora's eyes went wide.
"Danger? What kind of danger? From who?" she asked, confused. Harry seemed to be able to handle himself just fine. He had killed a Nundu for heaven's sake.
"Voldemort," Dumbledore stated in a menacing tone. Aurora squeaked as her body jolted in her chair. "Very few know this, but the Dark Lord is still alive."
"H-He is?" she asked, her eyes wide and her hands shaking.
"I'm afraid so. We can be thankful that he doesn't have a physical form right now. He exists as a wraith … a shade of his former self. This will not last forever I'm afraid. One day he will regain his physical form and come for young Harry. If Harry is killed …" Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "Harry is the Boy Who Lived. He is our only hope."
Aurora's heart was hammering in her chest as she listened to Dumbledore. The Dark Lord was still alive? Does the Ministry know? Are they taking precautions? There were so many questions without answers.
"There are also the Dark Lord's Death Eaters that we have to worry about. Any of them would love to get their hands on the boy. Harry must be kept safe at all costs. The entire world depends on it," Dumbledore stated, laying it on pretty thick.
"But you're Albus Dumbledore!" Aurora said with a slight hint of hysteria. "If anyone can keep him safe, it's you!" she blurted out. Dumbledore smiled in his grandfatherly way.
"I believe that I would do an admirable job, but the problem is that Harry is very independent. He has his own people that he trusts, and unfortunately, most of them are not in this school. I can't force Harry to stay somewhere safe once he leaves for the summer. He is a French citizen after all. The best I can hope for is that Harry learns to trust someone here in the castle … Someone older than him who can help guide him," he said, looking Aurora in the eyes.
"Me?!" she squeaked. "You're talking about me?"
"Yes, my dear. I've learned that Harry is … let us say, very attracted to you. You can use that to earn his trust. He is a young boy and very hormonal. If accomplished, you would hold great power over his decision-making. Then, perhaps, you can convince him to stay somewhere I have personally vetted," Dumbledore said, stroking his long, white beard.
"Albus … surely you're not suggesting that I should … He's my student!" Aurora wildly declared.
"Under normal circumstances, I would not suggest anything of the sort. Even though I firmly believe that love comes in many forms, I would not sanction a student-teacher relationship. I would simply say to wait until after their graduation," he chuckled. "However, we do not have the luxury of waiting. Dark forces have been making themselves known, Aurora. I need someone to step up and protect Harry from those who wish him harm. I would do it myself, but unfortunately, it will take quite a long time to get him to see me as a friend and a confidant. You, as an attractive, young woman, have a built-in headstart."
A million things were flashing through her mind. Was Dumbledore really suggesting … Harry is much too young, she thought. On the other hand, if the Dark Lord really was alive and working on a way to come back … Well, that was some very bad news. Aurora remembered how bad it was the last time the Dark Lord was in power. Her body was trembling just thinking about him coming to power again. Dumbledore was right about one thing. Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived, and he was special. She had read every article that she could get her hands on about the boy. The places he's been, the things he had done … It truly amazed her. She was well aware that if she had been a young girl, she would most likely have a massive crush on him. The boy was simply amazing. He was powerful and courageous. He was practically a god when it came to wielding magic. If anyone could defeat the Dark Lord again, it was him. Yet still, he was young and prone to making mistakes. There was a reason why the young always had someone older to take care of them.
If she did what Dumbledore was suggesting and allowed herself to seduce the boy for his own good, what would happen to her? What if someone found out about their illicit affair? The press would never let her hear the end of it.
"I sincerely apologize for putting you in this position, Aurora," Dumbledore delicately stated. "It is a lot to ask of you, I know. Sometimes we must do things that we normally wouldn't … For the greater good."
Aurora Sinistra nodded. "Yes … For the greater good."
Truthfully, she thought, it wouldn't exactly be bad. Harry was powerful, wealthy, and very influential. To have someone like that on her side would be a major boon for her future. She could have all the things that she's ever wanted and go to all the places that she's ever wanted to visit. She could already see herself living a luxurious lifestyle after declaring to the world that she was Harry Potter's lover. She would have to wait a while to spill the beans, of course, but she was a patient woman. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself for even thinking of taking advantage of the boy. 'It's not like he wouldn't be getting anything out of it,' she mentally added. She was a gorgeous woman with a killer body, and Harry would be one lucky son of a bitch to have her ushering him into manhood. It was only fair if she benefitted from it as well … right?
However, none of that really mattered. The only thing that mattered was that she was doing her part to rid the world of the Dark Lord. Was there really any question as to whether or not she should do this? The world needed her, and she was here to answer the call.
"I'll do it, Professor!" she proudly stated and stood up. Dumbledore stood and looked upon her with a proud smile.
"I knew that I could count on you, my dear. And I told you, call me Albus."
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Harry woke up extra early on Saturday morning. Normally, he liked to sleep in but that day, he had a meeting with Alannah Greengrass, Daphne's mother. He needed the extra time to sneak out of the castle and make his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He had already told Hermione that he was leaving the castle for the meeting, and if anything came up, she should cover for him.
Invisibly, he walked out of the castle and over to the Whomping Willow. Levitating a broken branch from the ground, he pressed it against a knot at the base of the tree. Instantly, all the tree's limbs snapped into place and stayed there, locked into position. Harry quickly went to the base of the tree and slipped into the secret passage. The tunnel was small and musty smelling, but Harry pushed through. After many minutes of walking while trying to avoid hitting his head on the roof of the tunnel, Harry finally reached a wooden hatch. Pushing the hatch open, Harry grabbed the sides of the exit and pulled himself up. He grunted as he got to his feet, looking around at the filthy room. The Shrieking Shack was just as dirty as he remembered. Not wanting to stay in there any longer than necessary, Harry apparated away, leaving the hatch open.
Harry appeared in a muggle alley very close to the Leaky Cauldron. His nose immediately wrinkled from the smell. Stale beer and piss was a scent that he would never get used to. Harry removed his robe and stuffed it in his bag. Standing there wearing a set of oversized clothes, Harry pulled out a bit of Aging Potion and drank a measured dose, only wanting to age a few years. He was already big for his age, and after a few more years of growth, he could easily pass for a seventeen-year-old. Harry quickly grew and filled out his clothes. With a few waves of his wand, he changed his facial features enough that no one would suspect that it was Harry Potter visiting the pub that morning. Eager to leave the piss-filled alley, he packed his stuff and made his way to the pub. About half an hour early, Harry had plenty of time to rent a room from the innkeeper, Tom, who looked more like a toothless walnut. After asking and finding out that he knew who she was, he paid the old man a few galleons to hand Alannah a note when she came in and sat down. With his key in hand, Harry went to the room and waited ten minutes for the potion to wear off. Once it had, Harry quickly changed clothes and waited for Alannah to show up.
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Alannah was thankful that she didn't have to worry about her youngest, Astoria, for the time being. She was staying with one of her friends for the week while Alannah did her best to figure out a way out of the mess that her late husband had left them in. Just as she thought that her search had been in vain, her daughter, Daphne, had sent her a message telling her that Harry Potter was willing to help, but that he needed to meet with her first since she was Head of House.
She read the letter that Daphne had sent multiple times. It seemed that it was written in a rush and contained little information. She was glad when a longer letter arrived the following day and filled her in on more of what was going on. It seemed that Harry Potter couldn't help but be the hero. Well, that fit her plans just fine.
Over the last couple of years, Alannah had been teaching both her daughters and Tracey the importance of always looking good. A beautiful woman could almost always get what she wanted. Of course, looks weren't everything. Eventually, you would have to give up something and be more than just a pretty face. She understood that, and so did her girls. There were so few eligible bachelors for Pureblood women like them that the competition when one made themselves known was fierce. Alannah had to outclass over a dozen women to marry her former husband. Sadly, he turned out to be a dud. This put Alannah in a bad position. While she wasn't anywhere close to being considered old, when older, wealthy men came on the market, they wanted younger women. They wanted women who were in their early twenties, not a woman in her late thirties like her. She was basically in no man's land when it came to securing a wealthy man. However, Harry Potter was a wild card that she hadn't been expecting. Harry was a young man, still a schoolboy. He was relatively inexperienced when it came to women.
Alannah giggled as she pushed her breasts together underneath her robe. 'He won't know what hit him,' she thought. A boy his age wouldn't dream of turning down a gorgeous cougar who was willing to do everything in bed. Normally, she wouldn't be anywhere near this sexually aggressive, but she was absolutely certain that other women were already circling him. 'That whore, Narcissa Malfoy, has no doubt tried to contact him,' she thought with a sneer. If Alannah didn't move fast, another woman would sink her claws into him and possibly convince him to stay away from the Greengrasses altogether. That would be very bad news, indeed.
Daphne and Tracey knew that they should do everything possible to keep themselves in his sphere of influence. Alannah had been training the girls on the ins and outs of female Pureblood society. She had taught them how to use their beauty and their bodies to get what they wanted. She would be surprised if another schoolgirl hadn't fucked his brains out already. Alannah remembered her time at Hogwarts. 'The whole school was full of gold-digging sluts,' she remembered. Daphne and Tracey would have to lay it on thick, she thought. Tracey … Alannah thought … Daphne was lucky to have the girl by her side. 'Two is better than one,' Alannah smiled silkily at the thought of both girls working on Harry at the same time. 'It was a great boon to the Greengrass women when Tracey's mother died,' she thought. Alannah had immediately stepped in as a mother figure and taught her just as she did Daphne.
'They know that they must do their jobs. Now I must do mine,' Alannah thought as she fixed her breasts again before walking into the pub. As she walked in, she scanned the tables and didn't see the boy. Perhaps he was late. Just as she was about to sit down and wait, old Tom came over and handed her a note.
Room 11
HP
That was all the note read, and yet, it told her everything that she needed to know. Excitement filling her, she walked to the opposite side of the room and took the stairs up to the second floor where the rented rooms were located. It didn't take long to find room number eleven. Alannah took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened revealing a handsome boy who was bigger than she expected. He looked to be older as well. "Harry Potter?" she asked to make sure. A smile spread across his face, and he nodded.
"And I take it that you're Alannah Greengrass, Daphne's mother?" he asked in return. Alannah nodded, and Harry stepped out of the way, ushering her in. Alannah walked in and found that the room hadn't been used.
"I rented this room to afford us some privacy. I know that this is a delicate and sensitive matter," he answered her unasked question. "May I take your robe?" he politely asked. Her back was to him, so he didn't see the smirk form on her lovely lips. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling beautifully.
"You may. Thank you, Harry. May I call you Harry?" she asked, unbuttoning her traveling winter robe and letting him pull it from her shoulders. As he did, her smart and sexy outfit was exposed to him. Alannah had chosen her outfit carefully. She couldn't let herself look like a whore hoping to be rented for the night, but she also couldn't look like some old, stuffy librarian. In the end, she chose a black pencil skirt that ended right above the knees and a cream-colored, silk blouse that accentuated her busty chest. On her feet were three-inch stiletto heels to make her legs look even sexier. She felt Harry's fingers graze her arms as he removed her robe. 'He can't keep his hands off of me,' she inwardly giggled.
"Of course … if I may call you Alannah?" he asked playfully. Again, her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You may," she told him as she walked to the bed. She sat down and crossed one leg over the other. As she did this, her short skirt was hiked up even higher. Now more than half of her thigh was on display. She noticed Harry's eyes sweeping over her form, and it gave her a thrill. The plan was working. At least she hoped it was. Her youngest daughter's future depended on it. "I received a letter from Daphne saying that you might be willing to help us. Is this true?" she asked as Harry sat down next to her, his body slightly turned so that he was facing her.
"It is. Daphne and Tracey are lovely girls, and I was hoping to get to know them better. It would be a shame not to help them in their time of need," he told her, his eyes lowering to take another peek at her thigh.
'In other words, he wants to fuck both of them, and this is his way of ensuring that,' Alannah thought to herself. 'Smart boy,' she added. This wasn't a surprise. He was a hormonal youth, and Daphne and Tracey were beautiful girls. 'Time to seal the deal,' she thought.
Alannah placed her fingers underneath his chin and tilted his head up so that he was looking her in the eyes instead of checking out her thighs. She presented him with a beautiful smile while gently caressing his cheek. "That's very kind of you, Harry. My family would be appreciative. I, in particular, would be very appreciative," she told him.
"You would?" Harry asked her with wide, innocent eyes. 'Oh, the poor boy,' she thought with a silent giggle.
Alannah reached her hand over and squeezed the crotch of his trousers. His body jumped as she felt the erection in his pants. She then stood up and dropped to her knees right in front of him. She pushed him flat on the bed and quickly tugged his trousers down to his ankles. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection. He was much bigger than he had any right to be, she thought as her hand wrapped around him. He moaned as she started off with one long, deep stroke. She looked deep into his bright, green eyes and kissed the tip of his cock before wrapping her lips around the head and taking him down her throat in a single go. She heard him shudder and moan as her bottom lip touched his balls. Holding the flat of her tongue against the underside of his shaft, she made an airtight seal with her lips and pulled her head up until only the tip was still in her mouth. His leg trembled from the intense pleasure, and that only spurred her on. Her head began to bob, and she expertly sucked him to the point of near orgasm. She then let go of his cock with a wet pop and straddled his lap. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply and passionately, tickling his tongue with hers.
"If you can somehow get the contract away from Draco, I'll reward you in ways that you can't imagine. You can have me in any way that you desire," she huskily whispered into his ear. She then ripped her shirt open, sending the buttons flying. Harry then discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her big, round tits practically exploded out the front of her shirt. Her smooth skin was pale, and her nipples were pink and hard. The little, hard tips poked out nearly a centimeter from her skin, and Harry had never been more eager to suck on a pair of tits in his life. Before Harry could answer, she dropped back down and started sucking him off like this was their last thirty seconds on Earth. His hips bucked, and Alannah pushed her head down just as he emptied his balls. Guzzling his cum, she didn't spill a single drop, and when he was done, she let him fall from her lips, his cock sparkling clean. She smiled wickedly at her boy toy and repeatedly slapped her tits with his cock before finally letting it go. Alannah fixed her hair as she looked down on him. His cock was still as hard as a rock, and he was staring at her with wide eyes. Her hand grabbed his cock again, and she swore that she could feel his pulse racing through his thick, hot shaft.
"Let me know when you have the contract, Harry. Then our fun can really begin," she told him and pressed her tongue against the bottom of his sensitive head. Her tongue began wiggling around it, making Harry moan deeply. She then kissed the head and stood up. Pulling her skirt back down and fixing her shirt, she grabbed her robe and secured it around her body. "Give Daphne and Tracey my love," she smiled at him, blowing him a kiss before leaving him alone in the room.
"Bloody hell," Harry groaned. He knew that Daphne's mum was a sexy woman, but he had no idea that she was an expert cocksucker. Yes, he definitely wanted her as a follower. He would put that mouth to good use. In the meantime, Harry needed to get back to school before he was discovered.
Unknown Prophecy
Chapter 33
It was later that night after sneaking out of Hogwarts to meet with Alannah Greengrass, and Harry was eagerly waiting for his dinner guests. When the time came, a very punctual knock on the door let him know that they had arrived. Harry opened the door and saw the shy faces of Daphne and Tracey. He smiled warmly at them and let them in.
"Hey! This looks great!" Tracey's eyes lit up at the assortment of expensive dishes that were being served. The House Elves were more than happy to cook up the food that Harry had provided them. "Lobster … steak … stuffed crab!" she excitedly named the different foods on display. Taken off guard, she jumped slightly when Harry began helping her take her robe off to hang up. She quickly calmed and smiled at him, letting him help her. Daphne smiled prettily when he helped take her robe off as well. Underneath their robes, each girl wore a sexy, little dress that some might mistake for a piece of lingerie. The satin material was shiny and brilliantly reflected the light from the flickering flames. Harry ran his eyes down their figures. The little dresses did a wonderful job accentuating their growing bodies, giving him a glimpse of their cleavage. The dresses ended halfway down their thighs, showing off most of their smooth legs. They were held up by thin straps that clung tightly to their delicate shoulders. It was obvious that they had purchased the dresses at the same shop as they were nearly identical with the only major difference being that Daphne's was forest green and Tracey's was dark maroon. On their feet, they wore high heels like proper Pureblood girls. He led them to the table and even pulled their chairs out for them. 'Always play the hero,' he silently told himself as he pushed their chairs in.
It was dark outside, and the lights were low. The crackling fire in the fireplace was the only source of light in the room, making it a romantic atmosphere. As expected, the girls didn't ask how the meeting went. They had been trained well by Alannah. They would only begin talking once Harry brought up the subject. Harry waited until they had all finished their meals before bringing it up. They got up from the table, and Harry led them over to his bed where they kicked off their shoes and sat next to each other, eagerly awaiting the news.
"I spoke with your mother," he told Daphne, who was looking up at him. "And she agreed to let me help with your family problem."
"Did she speak with you about … repayment?" Daphne asked, her voice a bit shaky. Harry attempted to keep a lecherous smile from his face, but it was difficult as he thought about the sexy woman.
"She may have hinted about a few things," was all he was willing to tell them at the moment. "But she did agree that the three of us should get to know each other better. She also said to send you her love."
The girls looked at one another, blushing deeply. They knew what she had been hinting at. All of this stuff had been taught to them once they were old enough. More than likely, her mother would offer herself up as a mistress, and Harry would use her body as he saw fit. What she meant when she stated that the three of them should "get to know each other better" was also not lost on them. Daphne's mother had instilled in them a do-whatever-is-necessary attitude. After her father was gone, their lives had gotten progressively worse, but thankfully, they were still living decently … at least according to their standards. Though Alannah had dropped some knowledge that had stuck with them. 'Things can always get worse,' she had said. When she explained all the different ways that their lives could sour, the girls had gone to their room with a terrible, sinking feeling deep in their bellies. Astoria could end up with Draco, her mother could end up having to whore herself out to whomever was willing to pay, and Daphne could end up having to marry some disgusting, old man and be turned into a breeding sow. Tracey's father was still alive, but he wasn't exactly in the running for Father of the Year. He wasn't wealthy by any means, and he rarely even saw Tracey anymore, preferring to leave her with Alannah while he went out and lived his life of debauchery.
Tracey could easily end up in a similar situation, seen as a disgrace in Pureblood society, and relegated to the most debasing or low-paying jobs available. 'Women cannot count on men for their happiness and well-being,' Alannah had told them. 'You must take the bull by the horns and do whatever is necessary to secure your own.'
From what her mother had hinted to Harry, it seemed that she was taking her own advice. It was expected that the girls would too. They knew that the family coffers were running dangerously low. Daphne loved living in her family's large home, but the taxes alone were beginning to cripple the family. 'How long can we go before having to sell it?' she often asked herself while staying up at night, unable to sleep. Sometimes she would stay awake deep into the night, hoping for an answer to her family's troubles. Now, she hoped, they had found one.
Dealing with Harry could be a bit tricky, as the girls had discussed earlier in the day. Getting a boy's attention was easy. Keeping it was much more difficult. Harry was holding all of the cards. He didn't need them … just the opposite. One wrong move could turn him away from them. Sure, if he paid off Malfoy, then that would be one less problem that they would have to deal with, but there were a hundred more waiting just around the corner. Having someone like Harry to take over the responsibilities of their Head of House would be a godsend. However, as her mother had put it … boys will be boys, and Harry will be no different. According to her mother, boys Harry's age were genetically programmed to stick their cocks into practically anything that moved. To expect him to be a faithful lover was sheer lunacy. If she was to get angry with him and demand that she be the only one, Harry could very well tell her and her family to fuck off. Then they'd be right back to square one. Alannah had urged Daphne and Tracey to think of themselves as loyal mistresses in any potential relationship with him. That would keep Harry happy, which at the moment, was the most important thing.
Daphne gathered her courage and stood up, facing him. She reached up with shaky hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. Tracey stood up next to her and began undoing his belt and trousers. "So you're willing to help us?" Daphne asked, making her eyes look as big and inviting as possible. Alannah called it her doe-eyed look. She said that no boy would be able to resist it.
"I reckon I am," Harry responded, caressing the length of her bare arm with his fingers. Daphne shuddered from the intimate contact. She suddenly felt something hit her belly, and she looked down. Tracey had pulled his pants down, and his hard penis had sprung out and smacked her on the stomach. She suddenly felt even more nervous than she already was. She wasn't expecting him to be so big. With his trousers halfway down his thighs, she watched as Tracey took him in her hand and slowly began working it. This was the first time Tracey had ever touched or even seen a penis in real life. Of course, Daphne hadn't either, and she was momentarily mesmerized by the sight. Remembering what she was supposed to be doing, she took his shirt off and tossed it away. She then dropped to her knees and helped Tracey get his pants and shoes off. Harry was now standing there completely nude, his hard cock pointing directly at them. The fact that he had no hair down there was a big turn-on for them. Neither were eager to get hair in their mouths. Never having done this before, both girls looked at each other, seeing who was going to take the first step. Daphne quickly decided that she should be the one to act first.
Leaning in, she started by kissing the head before laying kisses all down the side. They had been taught as much as they could by her mother, but some things just needed to be learned through experience, which was something they didn't have. On his other side, Tracey nervously joined in, following her lead, and kissing up and down the opposite side of his shaft. They heard Harry's breathing hitch, and it filled them with confidence knowing that they were at least on the right track. Daphne kissed the spot where his cock met the rest of his body, and she was amazed by how good he smelled. She had secretly feared going down on a boy, thinking that it wouldn't smell or taste good. She had a feeling that no other boy or man would smell as good as him. Unable to stop herself, she palmed his cock and buried her face in it, inhaling his manly scent. Tracey, it seemed, was in the same mindset as her. She pulled his cock away from Daphne and lovingly nuzzled it with her face. This annoyed Daphne who wanted more. Her mother's voice suddenly filled her head. 'Don't forget his balls. Boys love having their balls sucked.'
When Alannah had first told her about this, the thought repulsed her, but now that she was experiencing a boy that she found very attractive, the thought didn't seem so bad. In fact, she wanted to have them in her mouth. So as Tracey nuzzled, kissed, and licked the length of his shaft, Daphne ducked under and turned her head so that her mouth was facing up. She opened her mouth so wide that her jaw began to ache and almost swallowed his low-hanging sack. She sucked and pulled on it so hard that his balls popped right out of her mouth. Unsatisfied, she dove back in and sucked one testicle into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. Harry's heavy breathing quickly turned into soft moans.
Seeing what Daphne was doing, Tracey decided to push things even further. Placing the tip of his cock against her lips, she opened her mouth and took as much of him inside her as possible, which wasn't much. After a few inches, her untrained gag reflex activated, and she pulled off of him. Breathing rapidly, she wiped her watering eyes and tried again. This time she took it slower. When his fat head was in her mouth, she wiggled her tongue around it just like Alannah had taught them. Harry's hand found the top of her head, and his fingers threaded through her dark hair. She leaned in, taking an extra inch into her mouth. With shallow bobs of her head, she began sucking off a boy for the first time. After a minute or so of amateur-style sucking, she leaned in further and took another inch. Bobbing her head slowly and steadily, she found that she enjoyed the act of sucking Harry's cock. Would she enjoy it so much if it wasn't Harry, she asked herself. 'Probably not,' quickly came to mind.
Down below, Daphne was really getting into it. By that point, she was practically bathing his balls with her tongue, but as much as she liked it, she still wanted to try what Tracey was doing. She pulled her mouth from his sack and said, "Switch."
Tracey didn't even hear her. She was in her own world, testing her skills by using her tongue and adding more suction. Her head was bobbing so fast that her dark hair was bouncing around. She had even learned to take him an extra inch. Tracey pushed her head down, taking him as far as she could for the time being, and sucked on him as hard as possible. "Tracey!" she heard Daphne complain. Tracey then slowly pulled off of his cock, still sucking as hard as possible. She loved hearing Harry moan. His fingers curled in her hair, causing a spike of pain that oddly felt pleasurable to her. She was about to start sucking on him again when Daphne bumped her aside with her body.
"It's my turn," she stated with finality. Tracey scooted over to give Daphne more room and watched as she gently caressed the length of his cock with her delicate fingers. It appeared that she was studying his shape. Her small hand dipped low and cupped his bloated balls. Tracey decided to help her friend by bunching up her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it out of the way. Just as she had done, Daphne first tested it by kissing and licking the tip. Harry's body stiffened when she accidentally grazed her teeth across the head.
"Be careful … No teeth," Tracey reminded her friend, remembering all the things that Alannah had taught them. Daphne silently nodded and opened her mouth wider to accommodate his abnormal size. Tracey was amazed at how much of him she was able to take on her first go. Truthfully, she was a little jealous that more than half of him was down her throat. Daphne looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes while he held the back of her head. Then, Harry began slowly thrusting. It was truly a sight, Tracey thought as Harry stood there slowly fucking Daphne's mouth. She could hear Daphne gagging slightly, but she kept going like a true Slytherin. After only a few minutes, Harry's balls were slapping against her chin as he began fucking her face harder and faster. Finally, Daphne couldn't take any more. She pulled off of him, her face red and breathing heavily.
Harry wasn't wasting any time. He reached down and grabbed the skirt of Tracey's dress. Giving it a tug, he started pulling it up and off of her body. Tracey subordinately lifted her arms, and the dress easily slipped off of her body. Harry grabbed her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. Tracey was standing there in front of the Boy Who Lived, fully nude. Harry's eyes feasted on her naked form. It appeared that he liked what he saw. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her up, causing Tracey to squeak. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as he held her tightly. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was sure that her juices were now smeared all over Harry's muscular belly. She couldn't help herself though. She was too worked up. Kissing Harry as passionately as possible, she began grinding her hot pussy on his stomach. The sensation was beyond anything that she had ever felt. As her clit was being massaged against his skin, pleasurable tingles raced up and down her body, making everything feel good. Her pink nipples were so hard that they were starting to ache. Rubbing them against his chest was the only cure for what her body was desiring. Harry was an excellent kisser, she decided as his tongue tickled the bottom of hers. The only other person she had ever kissed was Daphne, and that was because they needed someone to practice with. Of course, they also knew that there was a possibility that they would need to perform a threesome at some point. She was very glad that she and Daphne had already crossed that barrier by practicing sexual acts together. She would have been much more nervous at the moment otherwise.
Harry's hand dipped between her cheeks, and Tracey gasped into his mouth, and her body bucked as his fingers brushed against her virgin asshole. They slipped in a bit further, and Harry could feel the sweltering heat of her moist pussy. His finger found her opening, and Harry teased her further by stretching her open. Tracey threw her head back and moaned while Daphne was forced to stand there and watch.
Daphne Greengrass wasn't used to being delegated to a second-class citizen. There was no way that she was just going to stand there and watch as Tracey received all of his passion and pleasure. She moved behind Harry and forced her hand between the mashed pair. She could feel Tracey's soft, smooth skin as she moved her hand around, trying to find her target. She found his cock and wrapped her hand around it, loving how hard and hot it was. It was a bit difficult to jerk his cock while Tracey was pressed against it so tightly, but she persisted. She then began kissing his back to let him know that she was there and available. It must have worked, Daphne thought, because he placed Tracey back on her feet and turned to her. Daphne saw the look in his eyes, and she knew that he was going to take anything he wanted from her. Swallowing hard, she straightened her back proudly and with confidence. Harry placed his hands on her widening hips, moving them up her slim sides until his thumbs tickled the sensitive skin under her arms. Goosebumps broke out all across her soft skin while her body shivered. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs under the strings that were holding her dress up. He began peeling the small dress off of her body. Daphne's face blushed beet-red when her breasts were exposed. Like Tracey's, they were only a handful in size, but perfectly shaped with beautiful, pink nipples that were hard and crinkled. "Move to the other side of her, Tracey," Harry ordered.
Her body sidled up to her opposite side, and Harry showed exactly what he wanted. Leaning over, he took one of her perfect, little nipples into his mouth and began sucking. A moment later, her other nipple was enveloped by Tracey's warm mouth. Feeling two tongues worshiping her nipples was an experience that Daphne hoped to replicate many times in the future. "EEP!" she yelped when Tracey bit down a little too hard on her nipple.
"Sorry," she apologized, before sucking hard on the little bud and massaging it with her tongue.
Even as Harry nipped and kissed all over her breast, he took the time to tug her dress down even further, exposing her cute belly. Moving to her front, he knelt and laid soft kisses all around her belly button, which nearly drove her mad with desire. She could feel fat drops of arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs. Neither girl had been wearing any underwear, wanting to be ready if something started up. Tracey was still sucking hard on her nipple while Harry pulled her dress down the rest of the way. It pooled around her ankles, and Daphne lifted her feet while Harry took it off and tossed it aside. Daphne was now fully exposed to Harry's eyes, hands, and lips. He reached around and cupped her cheeks, pulling her body to him. His lips found her perfectly smooth mound, and she heard him inhale her womanly scent. Daphne flushed red but was pleased that he seemed to like the way her wet pussy smelled. That was something that worried her about being with a boy for the first time. With that worry gone, she was better able to enjoy it when he spread her cheeks and sucked hard on the delicate skin of her mound. Her fingers threaded through his hair tightly while she shuddered and moaned from being worked over.
Daphne yelped when he hooked her legs over his shoulders and stood up, her pussy right in his face. Harry held her thighs firmly while burying his mouth in her wet slit. She looked up, and her eyes fluttered as she felt his tongue slipping and sliding between her taut lips. Not expecting the sudden rush of pleasure when he sucked on her hard clit, she squealed loudly, surprised that such a sound left her elegant mouth. His tongue was flicking against it, and rubbing circles around it. When his tongue began vibrating, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body began spasming. The sounds of his licking turned into slurps as he drank down her juices. Daphne then found herself placed on the bed. Tracey gasped as she was lifted up and gently placed down on top of her. Their clits were mashed together, and their breasts were rubbing. They looked each other in the eye and blushed, turning their heads.
Tracey felt the head of his cock massaging the length of her slit, and she knew what was about to happen. Hiding her face against Daphne's neck, she threaded her fingers through Daphne's and squeezed as Harry thrust forward.
Being inside of Tracey was heavenly, Harry thought as her walls instantly clung to his fat cock. Rubbing the small of her back tenderly, Harry then grabbed her hips and began slowly fucking her. The sounds of her wet suction were loud as her body desperately attempted to keep him in. Harry used his thumb to tickle her asshole as he pushed in, and he felt her clench even tighter. He could see her lips stretch outward every time he pulled back.
Already feeling dizzy from too much pleasure, Tracey shuddered against Daphne's body. Daphne's hands wrapped around her, and she gently rubbed her back. Cute, little noises were coming from her mouth with every thrust. Harry then hit her g-spot, and it was like a whole new world for Tracey. Never having experienced such pleasure, she instantly came, milking a boy's cock for the first time. She moaned pathetically when Harry pulled out.
Below her, Daphne gasped when she felt the tip of his cock touch her tight lips. He moved his cock up and down, wiping Tracey's juices on her already-soaked pussy. Then, with a quick thrust, he claimed her virginity as well. Daphne groaned as her body was stretched for the first time. He felt huge as he entered her, hitting a wonderful spot deep within her body. Daphne arched her back, and her toes curled painfully. Her fingers had never felt that good. Both of their bodies were jerked back and forth as Harry took his time, switching from one wet pussy to the other. Their gasps and moans mixed, as well as the scents from their cumming pussies. Daphne was seeing stars when he angled his hips in a way so that he was constantly pounding on her poor, abused g-spot. She couldn't count the number of times that they came on his cock. Harry, of course, hadn't even cum once. He was obviously well beyond them when it came to anything sexual. She was sure that he would bring them up to speed, Daphne thought. Probably quickly too, seeing how much he enjoyed sampling their bodies. Both girls were squealing in each other's ears, cumming over and over.
Then, out of nowhere, Harry removed his cock from Daphne's contracting pussy and shoved his cock between their smooth mounds. The sensation of him fucking their clits made both of them cum even harder.
"Here it comes," Harry groaned and pulled out. Tracey felt her ass and bare back getting splattered with his thick, hot cum. She wasn't sure how much he had cum, but it felt like a lot to her. She could feel it dribbling down her cheeks and onto the backs of her thighs.
The pair of freshly-fucked girls looked at each other and blushed deeply. The duo of best friends had just lost their virginities together, and judging from the way he immediately shoved his cock back into Tracey's still-cumming pussy, Harry wasn't going to be done with them any time soon.