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Harry ran for a minute or two before settling into a brisk jog on his way to the Godric's Hollow Player's theatre. He had told Bellatrix he'd be there in twenty minutes. It was an optimistic estimate that assumed a quick pace.
Halfway there, he was out of breath, and only sheer willpower kept him moving. The last block leading to Godric's Hollow Player's reminded him of the previous day, but only for a moment. He was confident and focused, and the memory of his anxiety seemed distant, as if it belonged to someone else.
Bellatrix's car was the only one in the parking lot. Harry took the last few steps, taking deep breaths and hoping he wasn't sweaty enough to distract anyone. The theatre was empty and quiet, demanding the same kind of silent respect as a library or classroom.
Bellatrix was waiting for him on the stage. She wore a white long-sleeved blouse and a gray skirt. If not for the short length of the skirt, she could easily pass for a teacher. Her attention was focused on setting the stage, pulling a small bed with felt squares stuck under each of its wooden legs.
"Can I help?" Harry called out. Bellatrix looked up at him and smiled, the stage lights doing interesting things with the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Ooh, I believe you can." She motioned for him to come over, and Harry walked down the aisle with long, sweeping strides and stepped onto the stage. "Will you help me move this?"
Harry reached for the top of one of the bedposts. Bellatrix shook her head.
"It's an older prop," she said. "It's safe to pull only from here. Instead, grab my waist."
"Alright." Harry moved behind her and carefully placed his hands on her waist.
"You'll need to get closer," Bellatrix cooed. She grabbed his hands and pulled them so they both rested on her stomach. Harry's crotch pressed into her backside, which he quickly discovered was a soft piece of heaven.
"Okay. Bellatrix took a breath, which Harry felt through her body. "On three. One..."
Bellatrix leaned back slightly, as if preparing to pull. The movement also caused her to rub against his quickly hardening erection.
"Two..."
She repeated the motion, and Harry couldn't believe how incredibly good it felt.
"Three!"
They both pulled, and the bed slid the last foot into the tape marks Bellatrix had placed on the stage. Somewhat disappointingly, she stepped away from him, smoothing her skirt and brushing strands of shiny black hair from her face.
"Thank you," she said. "You're quite the helpful young man."
"I try my best." Harry smiled at her, then leaned slightly as her eyes traced a path down to the bulge formed by his half-erect penis.
"So," Bellatrix said. "A callback. I want you to read a few lines for me. Don't worry about memorizing them; you can do it straight from the script."
Harry grimaced.
"I forgot the one you gave me at home," he said.
"Naughty boy," Bellatrix smiled at him. "For now, I have a spare you can use. But I'll have to punish you properly if you lose this one too."
She disappeared backstage and reappeared a moment later. The script was already open to the designated page, and Bellatrix stood close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume as she pointed out the lines she wanted him to read.
"But these are... Romeo's lines?" A small pang of anxiety shot through Harry's chest.
"Is that a problem?" Bellatrix asked. "I want to hear how they sound from your lips."
"No, no problem," Harry replied. "And you're reading for... Madam Maxiano?"
"She is the mistress of a luxurious brothel where our Romeo hopes to find his dear Juliet," Bellatrix explained. "To get more information about who this mysterious girl was, you must find a way to convince Madam Maxiano."
Harry nodded. In the time since Bellatrix had lent him the script, he hadn't read much more than a cursory glance over the entire play. He blushed slightly as he read some of the lines. In the copy she gave him, many were crossed out.
"Do you have business here, good sir?" Bellatrix said, delivering her first line. "Or perhaps, would you like to?"
Harry stepped forward, embodying Romeo as best he could.
"I'm looking for someone," he said.
"We're all looking for someone." Bellatrix took a few seductive steps across the floor, stopping only when she was within arm's reach of Harry. "Maybe I can help you find someone?"
Harry smiled.
"I'm looking for someone specific," he said. "And I think she works for you."
Bellatrix gazed into his eyes and smiled, perfectly playing her role.
"It's dangerous to fall in love with people in my line of work, Mr..."
"Montague," Harry said.
"Mr. Montague," Bellatrix said. "My girls are delicate flowers. It's my job to ensure they don't get plucked."
"I'm only asking for her name," Harry said. "And I will have it. Whether from your lips or someone else's."
"And what else will you have?" Bellatrix asked. "You look like a man used to getting what he wants..."
Harry scanned the script for his next line. Instead of dialogue, the script simply read *kiss and fall onto the bed*. His entire body felt the heat of the scene, just as Romeo did, and more than anything, he wanted this role.
He stepped forward, allowing his chest to press against Bellatrix's. She looked surprised for only a second before leaning in to meet him as he brought his lips to hers, gently pressing them together.
The kiss was full of power and sensuality. Harry felt his heart flutter in his chest, and his cock hardened. The bed was just behind them, and he slowly laid Bellatrix down on it. She went willingly, as if she intended to play her part with equal commitment.
"Are you willing to go as far as necessary?" Bellatrix asked. Harry dropped his script, unsure of the next line, so he kissed her instead. Bellatrix's legs wrapped around him, and they began to move, rubbing against the mattress.
There were several sheets, and Bellatrix pulled them over both of them with quick, practiced movements. Just as quickly, she unbuttoned and unzipped Harry's pants, and only then did he stop thinking about what they were doing. He glanced at the script on the ground. It read *pull the sheet and simulate sex underneath*.
Harry blinked and felt his cheeks turn red. Bellatrix kissed him again, rubbing against him with soft hips. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers to the limit. Bellatrix's skirt was hiked up enough for him to feel the bare skin of her thighs against his.
He kissed her again and began moving on her slowly, trying to act like he knew what it was like to have sex. His body seemed to share knowledge that his mind didn't have, working in harmony with Bellatrix's body, matching her movements even as they stayed in character.
"Mmmm." A quiet moan escaped Bellatrix's lips, and Harry had to admit it sounded almost real. She shifted beneath him, causing her crotch to drag over his hard bulge.
Harry was so engrossed in the acting that he didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. His cock had slipped out of his boxers and through the front opening, popping out like a snake from a hole. A horrified expression flashed across his face before he regained control and focused on being Romeo. Bellatrix was a serious actress. If anything, she wanted to see that he had the courage to continue, even in such circumstances.
He leaned forward and kissed her. He felt her more now, his cock brushing against her soft, silk panties. Precum leaked from his cock, smearing onto the fabric as if trying to paint a target directly over her wet, waiting pussy.
Harry grabbed her soft breasts and kissed her neck. Bellatrix let out a satisfied squeal, rubbing against him more aggressively. He reminded himself that it was just acting, but it was fun.
He wasn't sure how long the scene lasted. They stared into each other's eyes, as Romeo and Madam, but also as Harry and Bellatrix. Her body was soft and feminine, and he felt Bellatrix's hands exploring his back, moving across his stomach, feeling him with appreciative movements.
And then it happened. Harry pulled back a little too far during a thrust, and when he pushed forward again, his cock caught on the fabric of Bellatrix's panties. It slid under them neatly. The angle was wrong for actual penetration, but he felt the soft lips of her pussy against his hard, young cock.
"Oh!" Bellatrix moaned. "Oh God!"
She kissed him deeply and began moving her hips. Harry fondled her breasts and pressed against her, too aroused to care if they were pretending or not. It felt so good. It was spontaneous and unexpected, but it was an expression of something that had been simmering beneath the surface.
"Oh, whoa." Harry took a deep breath... and felt himself losing control. "No!"
He cringed inwardly as unwanted pleasure surged through him, and his cock started to erupt onto Bellatrix. Cum splattered onto her crotch and into her panties, dangerously close to her pussy. She watched him with an expression filled with mixed emotions. She was Bellatrix, but she was also the Madam, and on top of that, she was the director of the play.
"Alright, let's pause this scene for now." Bellatrix smiled at him. "That was good. That was really good, Harry."
He blinked, unsure of what, if anything, to say.
"You know how to really get into character." Bellatrix slid off the bed, carefully smoothing her skirt and adjusting her panties. "I'm impressed."
Harry hastily pulled his pants back up, even as his cock continued to leak. He got up from the bed and looked out into the audience. It was still empty, except for one easily recognizable face.
Narcissa was walking slowly down the aisle, her face a mask of pain and anger. She crossed her arms and stood before the stage, her body language demanding an explanation.
"stepmom!" Harry said. "We... we..."
"It's one of the scenes in the play, Narcissa," Bellatrix said, her smile widening. "It was a good rehearsal for Harry. I mean, his acting."
"That's interesting, Bellatrix," his stepmother said.
"Harry." Bellatrix approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm impressed with the enthusiasm you brought to this scene. I'll see if I can find a role for you in this play."
The past few days had been full of surprises for Harry, but this one topped them all. He stared at Bellatrix for what felt like a minute, then hugged her tightly.
"I'd love that!" he exclaimed. "Thank you! Thank you, Bellatrix!"
"Harry!" his stepmother called out. "I think a hug is more than enough."
"It's alright, Narcissa," Bellatrix said. "I'm sure Harry will give me much more before this play is over."
Narcissa's face was smoldering, and Harry met her irritated gaze, feeling overwhelmed by its intensity.
"I came to check on you and offer a ride home," she said sternly. "But if you prefer to walk, I'll leave."
"Thanks, stepmom," said Harry. "I'm sorry. Bellatrix, can I go now?"
"It's okay, Harry," she replied. "Although I'll have to borrow him from you often over the next few weeks, Narcissa."
"Well, we'll just have to see how things unfold, won't we?"
Harry followed stepmother up the hallway and out of the building. She was silent as they walked to the car, but she paused before getting in.
"So, did you feel good this time?" she asked. Harry nodded.
"Good." She reached out and gently cupped his cheek. "I've been worried about you, Harry."
"stepmom, there's nothing to worry about," he said.
"As long as you continue your treatment, darling, I think so too."
She held his gaze for a hot, tense second, and then they both got into the car. Harry smiled.
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