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Before Harry reached Brooke's room, she had already gotten up, and the bathroom light was on.
He pushed the door open, and she turned to face him. "I was just about to call you."
She was wearing a pink shirt and a matching pair of pink panties. Her breasts swayed hypnotically in front of him.
"I could barely sleep thinking about it," he said. "Are you ready?"
She bit her lip and raised her wand, casting a spell on the vial. "I took it ten minutes ago, but I waited for you to see the results together."
His heart raced, and adrenaline surged through him. "Are you nervous?"
She let out a heavy breath and nodded. "I'm trembling. What if the result is negative?"
"Then we'll keep trying," he said. "I want your child so badly." Then it was time to see the results.
She handed him the vial. "My hands are shaking too much. Unscrew the cap."
"On the count of three, we'll look together," he said. She inhaled and exhaled, clenching her hands. "Alright."
"3... 2... 1..." Harry Potter uncapped it.
Pink sparks erupted from the potion. Brooke squealed in delight and jumped up. "I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant."
Harry laughed, and she jumped into his open arms. He lifted her off the ground and twirled her in a tight circle before setting her down.
They held each other for a long time. Brooke seemed unwilling to let go. He felt her trembling and rubbed her back. "Are you okay, Mom?"
She sobbed into his shoulder and nodded. "More than okay." She pulled back but didn't release his hands. Tears filled her eyes, and a permanent smile graced her beautiful face. "Thank you, Harry."
"You'll be an amazing mom," he said. "And if anyone should know, it's me, right?"
She laughed and nodded before wiping away her tears. "You'll be a fantastic dad too."
He kissed her gently and felt a surge of morning energy. "We should celebrate."
Brooke looked down at the tent in his pants. "Not this morning, honey. I have to make it to the noon show." She said.
He kissed her again, this time more passionately. "There's always tonight."
"Maybe we can celebrate a little earlier than tonight. I have a gift for you," she said. "What is it?"
He shook his head. "It's a surprise. One you'll like, trust me. Did you finish the perfume bottle you mentioned?"
"Yes, it's in my bag. Why?"
She smiled and squeezed his hands. "Perfect. Can I take it from you before I leave?"
"Who are you planning to use it on?" "You'll have to wait and see." She kissed him again. "Let's meet at the station at eleven in the morning, and maybe you'll find out."
Brooke took a shower and changed into an elegant, fitted black dress. Harry gave her a small, pink perfume bottle filled with Elixir, and she left.
His mind wandered through the possibilities. Maybe she would use it on her hot blond friend? Or perhaps the brunette reporter Brooke had told him recently got engaged. With each cup of coffee, his mind continued to explore the endless possibilities. By the time he finished his bagel, he was rock hard. He took a shower, got dressed, and headed to Bellatrix's office. The law firm where Bellatrix worked consistently had more clients than its competitors. It wasn't a coincidence. The owner had wisely hired a whole array of MILFs and young, aspiring beauties as employees. For obvious reasons, Brooke was the star of the show and among the best.
He reached the security checkpoint. "Good morning. I've come to see Brooke Black."
"Good morning, Mr. Potter. Ms. Black asked me to escort you straight to her office."
They walked through the station, and he gazed at the stunning beauties passing by in the hallway. Between production assistants and on-air talents, this place was a gold mine.
They arrived at Brooke's office, and the guard knocked. Brooke opened the door and smiled. "Hi, Harry."
"I brought him straight here, as you requested," the guard said, glancing awkwardly at Brooke's cleavage overflowing from her dress.
Harry smiled. He didn't blame him. She looked stunning. Don't stare for too long, or you'll go blind.
"Thanks a lot, Tom," Brooke said. He tipped his hat, still awkwardly staring at her breasts, then turned to leave.
Brooke pulled him into the dressing room and closed the door behind them.
The room was dominated by a desk and a vanity. The desk had its own built-in salon-style chair. In one corner, a large-screen television hung, airing a Muggle news station, and the room was filled with matching sofas and chairs. Harry and Brooke were alone. Her hair and makeup were perfect, and she looked runway-ready. "You look fucking incredible," he said.
She smiled and curtsied. "Thank you, kind sir." He couldn't wait to find out what she meant, but his cock had other plans. He felt it swelling in his jeans, unable to resist grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him.
"Easy there, Harry. Don't ruin my makeup." She kissed him shyly, making sure not to smudge anything. "What's with this surprise?" He lifted her dress, revealing a pair of black lace panties underneath. "You'll find out soon enough." She giggled. "I should have let you have a little fun this morning. You're going to mess up my makeup."
He grabbed her ass and lifted her, as Brooke wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the vanity and sat her on the edge. "What are you doing?" She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.
He slipped his thumbs into her panties and guided them down her long, toned legs. "I need to fuck you before you apparate to the Ministry for your court hearing."
She bit her lower lip and glanced at the clock. "Your surprise will be here in less than ten minutes."
He spread her legs wide and touched her wet slit. "You're just as horny as I am."
She nodded. "I'm always horny for you."
He lowered his pants, and his rock-hard cock swayed between her legs like a python in search of its next meal.
She grabbed his ass, brought her lips close to his ear, and nibbled on his earlobe. "Alright, baby. Make it quick."
He pulled her hips towards him and slid his cock into her.
She moaned and clenched Harry's shirt in her fists. He fucked her hard and fast. The walls of her pussy quivered and tightened around his shaft in a tight vice grip. The vanity shook, and bottles and cans rattled.
"That's it, baby," she whispered in his ear. "That's your pregnant pussy. You're so big and hot inside me."
He thrust into her harder and faster, feeling his orgasm simmering in his balls.
She breathed heavily into his ear. "Never...stop...fucking me." She squeezed her legs around his waist and tightened her thighs. He felt her pussy clench and her thighs tremble. She moaned and whispered in his ear. "I'm coming."
His orgasm exploded, and he shot hot ropes of cum deep into the pussy of the radiant girl. "Oh...fuck...fuck..." He continued delivering what felt like gallons of cum into her already pregnant pussy.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Fuck." He pulled out his cock, and a string of cum stretched from its tip to Brooke's pussy. He gasped, shocked by the premature exit.
Brooke hopped off the vanity and quickly pulled down her dress.
He buttoned up his pants, picked up Brooke's discarded panties from the floor, and stuffed them into his pocket.
Brooke smoothed out her dress, and he sat in a chair near the television.
She checked herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she marched to the door and opened it. She smiled and opened her arms. "Happy birthday, sis!"
Narcissa. His stomach churned. The last time he saw her, she acted like he had an active case of leprosy. He heard Tom's muffled voice, although he couldn't understand his words.
"Thanks again, Tom." Brooke opened the door wide, and Narcissa entered.
Narcissa Malfoy stood at five feet six inches, with long, naturally wavy blond hair, ample breasts like her sister, and a curvaceous body built through years of gymnastics. She was twenty-one years old and two years older than him. She was currently a Hogwarts culture teacher and dating Nott, the captain of the Tutshill Tornados. Every guy at Hogwarts would gladly give his right nut for five minutes alone with her. She was hot, but she was also a stuck-up princess who treated him like a walking disease.
When Narcissa saw him, she stopped. Her jaw dropped, and she turned to Brooke. "What is he doing in your dressing room?"
Brooke closed the door. "He's my stepbrother. Need I give a reason?"
What a fucking bitch. "Hi, Narcissa," he said, trying to remain calm.
She ignore him. "I thought we were going out for lunch."
"I have a performance," Brooke said. "I'll be done in less than ten minutes. You and Harry can sit here and watch me. Once I'm finished, I'll take you out for lunch. My treat."
"And what about him?" Narcissa didn't even glance at him. "He's coming with us," Bellatrix said.
Narcissa rolled her eyes and checked her watch. "Fine, but we have to make it quick. I have practice at 1:30." Brooke led Narcissa towards the seating area, rolled her eyes, and winked at him.
He smiled. It's about giving Narcissa a lesson. He wondered when to spray Narcissa. She had to be careful. The spray didn't make a person mindless; it simply bound them to him. Narcissa could hold it against her sister if she ever connected the dots. Narcissa sat as far away from him as possible, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You two can chat," Brooke said. "I'll be right back. Check out the TV. When I wink, you'll know it's for both of you."
"This is so cheesy," Narcissa said.
Brooke disappeared, leaving him alone with the icy bitch.
Narcissa remained focused on the screen, trying to ignore him.
He gave her a full minute to acknowledge his presence. Then he grew impatient. "What did I do to you?"
"You're a freak," she looked at him with disgust. "You and your perverted godfather."
"What does my godfather have to do with this?"
Anger flashed in her eyes. "He's Brooke's cousin and she married him. If it weren't for the fact that it was an easy way to keep her away from Azkaban, I would have hired an assassin by now."
"You connected me to Sirius because he's a piece of shit? Who do you think has to deal with that shit on a daily basis?"
"I've seen you sneaking around Hogwarts like some fucking pervert, checking on me every chance you get." She turned away from him and huddled in the chair.
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