STORY TITLE: Meeting Their Needs
PART: 05 of?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.)
DISTRIBUTION: , Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Voldemort Falls to the Last of Lily's Protection in the Graveyard, killing or squibbing all the Marked Death Eaters. With the pressure of Voldemort and the Tri-Wizard gone, Harry decides to study something much more enjoyable – starting with a couple of witches in Gryffindor Tower!
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Parvati/Hermione/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 9,661 GOAL: 10,000 Words
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHORS NOTES: I'm going for a decent Dumbledore in this story, and I am not planning on bashing any of the characters.
NOTE: I know what canon says about the 'Sacred Twenty-Eight' but I decided to change things to fit the story. In my head-canon, the Sacred Twenty-Eight were the families that sacrificed some of their magic to connect the newly established Ministry for Magic, and the Wizengamot to the realm's magic.
BETA'D BY: Yosugat
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The Granger's
Summerset Crescent, Crawley
Tuesday, August 15th, 1995
Late Night
Monica's eyes snapped open, the harsh blue glow of the digital clock mocked her tired eyes – 11:03 PM –. The comfort of the pillow underneath her, still warm from her cheek, made her head feel like a lead weight. A groan, low and guttural, rumbled in her chest. She didn't bother to sit up. Instead, she glared at the ceiling, faint dust-motes dancing in the weak moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains. "Damn it," she muttered, the words catching in the back of her throat, a raw, bitter taste. Her hand, a fist clenched tight, burrowed into the sheets, the rough cotton scratching against her skin. Three hours. Maybe, if she was lucky. But those three hours? They were the difference between facing tomorrow's patients with a semblance of compassion and becoming... something less welcoming.
She had been tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep. The melatonin wasn't helping at all anymore, and she wasn't going to ask her Bereavement Counselor to refer her to another doctor to get sleeping tablets. She knew what the problem was, and wasn't about to tell anybody about it out of shame. She was just so bloody randy that she was liable to jump one of her patients! It had been nearly two years since Richard was taken from her and Hermione, and she had been accustomed to getting a proper fucking nearly every night. Unfortunately, none of her and Richard's usual playmates were available recently.
She was about to concede defeat to the knot of frustration tightening in her chest and see if a heavy glass of wine would help, but then a moan sliced through the quiet air of her room. It warbled in through the air vent, a rusty, grimy thing embedded in the plaster wall above her bed. Monica shot upright, the floral duvet bunching around her waist. Adrenaline pumped through her body as she jolted to her feet, the worn wood of the floorboards groaning in protest under her sudden weight. Her hand reached for the polished brass doorknob, cool to the touch beneath her trembling fingers. Another cry, this time sharper and more urgent, pierced the silence again. Monica paused, her ears straining. Through the metallic rasp of the vent, Hermione's voice, usually a bright soprano, was distorted, yet undeniably exhilarated. "Faster...faster...oh, god, faster!" The words, breathless and laced with a strange, thrilling urgency, hung in the air. Monica's hand froze on the doorknob. She didn't understand the dream's content, but the sheer, unadulterated passion in her daughter's voice sent a shiver down her spine. A rueful smile slowly began to bloom on Monica's lips.
"Yes! Yes, Master! Thank you, Master! Bugger me like a Veela Whore!" Hermione's voice came through the vent, Monica raised an eyebrow at the 'Master', amused that she and her daughter had something in common. She was curious who Hermione was picturing as her Master. Hopefully it was her friend Harry, and not the Weasley boy; Monica had not been impressed by the way he behaved toward her, especially after the Yule Ball. On the other hand, she liked what she had seen of Harry, especially over the holiday break several months ago.
Monica knew she shouldn't be listening, it was invading Hermione's privacy, after all, and her daughter would probably be furious if she discovered the eavesdropping. However, considering how many times Hermione had spied on her and Richard during one of their playroom parties, she figured fair was fair. Monica reached down and pulled the nightshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor, leaving her completely naked. Catching a look at herself in the mirror, Monica nodded in satisfaction, pleased that, even at 39 years old, her body looked like she was only a few years older than her daughter. Her skin was still youthful and taut, and smooth, full curves ran wild across her voluptuous body.
"Ooh Pansy, you're such a naughty girl licking my pussy like that. You're getting even better with your tongue! But we all are, Master makes sure all of us get a lot of practice serving our Mistresses or playing with each other while showing us off, doesn't he?"
Closing her eyes, Monica drifted off into her memories of nights when her and her playmates' Masters pulled a name from the bowl to choose the woman they would start with before switching partners later. It was always so exciting because each of the other women's Masters had their preferences. Rupert always spanked whichever woman was serving him. Nick would use handcuffs and have the girl use her mouth to get him off with her hands locked behind her back. David liked to fuck each woman while they were cuffed to the bondage frame. Monica still wondered how a tiny woman like Amy could handle the roughness and intensity of David's fucking, but during their girl time, Amy swore that she loves it when he takes her and claims her in front of everybody. She always came harder when she was being dominated and watched. Richard, on the other hand, always enjoyed buggering all the women they played with.
Grabbing her double-pronged vibrator and the lubricant from her nightstand, Monica crawled back onto her bed and buried her face into the mattress, leaving her lush, thick rear up. She felt the slight burning sensation of the thick anal prong stretching open her tight backdoor as she eased the vibrator into her grasping arse. The larger, longer prong slid inside her already soaking cunt as she started out imagining her Master taking her arse and one of the other men filling her pussy. The visions were so intense that she started cumming almost immediately, not knowing or caring that her cries were reaching her daughter's bedroom.
After floating on waves of bliss, she felt herself coming back to her body, the sudden feeling of the cocks inside of her changing making her eyes open widely. She found herself staring into Hermione's sparkling brown eyes, but before she could say anything, Hermione reached up and held her face still to come in and snog her wildly while thrusting into her pussy with a strap-on! Her adult daughter was thrusting her tongue with vigor inside of her mouth, licking and tasting the remnants of the wine from earlier and causing Monica to let out a surprised moan. Before she could fully process what was happening, she heard Harry's voice from above her, and she felt him lining up his thick cock head with her tight arsehole.
Monica tried to focus on what was going on, but the overwhelming feeling of her daughter shagging her gushing quim with a strap-on and Harry (Master Harry now) reaming her arse repeatedly with his girthy cock was too much. It felt like her entire body was being riddled with explosions of pleasure. Everything else besides that orgasmic bliss faded away, and her universe was nothing but immense sexual satisfaction. Eventually, the pleasure faded and she fell into a deep sleep, a sated smile on her face.
Since she fell asleep alone in her bedroom, there was no one else present to notice the flickers of a bluebell flame covering her hands and then immediately going out, leaving no trace of its existence.
Wizengamot Chamber
Ministry for Magic
August 16th, 1995
10 AM
Exactly at 10 o'clock that morning, an Unspeakable quietly released the wards holding the doors to the Wizengamot Chambers closed. In an orderly fashion, the Members entered and took their seats, muttering to each other in hushed voices. At 10:20 AM, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore brought down the gavel sharply, announcing that the Wizengamot was now in session.
They first took care of Old Business, mainly deliberating over who would be voting as proxy for the Old families whose Head of House were Imperioused during the War against Voldemort. Sadly, all of them lost their magic at the conclusion of the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Most of the seats were transferred to their Wives, or, if of age, their Heirs.
Harry waited in the shadowed alcove to be called to the floor of the Chamber to swear the Member's Oath to Magic so that he could activate the Potter seat for the first time since the death of Charlus Potter. His eyes roved over those families already seated, and he suppressed a grin when he noticed Narcissa looking at him. Their eyes met for just a second, but it was enough for Harry to see that Lady Malfoy was anxiously awaiting a chance to add a differently colored pair of knickers to his collection. He was sure that Narcissa could read the message in his eyes, of how he wanted to lift her robes from behind, tear those knickers off her body, and slide his cock into her wet pussy. He could shag her where anyone could see, and she would have to enjoy the orgasms he would give her without letting anybody know what they are doing.
He had to fight to keep the smile off his face seeing the rosy blush on Lady Malfoy's face, and he wouldn't be surprised if she had to hurry home after this to get some relief.
Harry heard his name being announced and set his more lewd thoughts aside. With a confident stride, thanks to coaching from Augusta Longbottom, he stepped out of the alcove and stopped directly in front of the Chief Warlock.
The actual oath-taking and being accepted by the Magic given by the Original Sacred Twenty-Eight took only a few minutes, and, to tremendous applause, he walked up to the Potter seat, situated right next to the Longbottom seat. The applause wasn't a surprise, both Augusta and Sirius had told him that making the Potter Family Seat active again was cause for a large celebration. It didn't matter if the current Members of the Wizengamot were aligned with the Light, the Neutral, or even the Traditionalists, also known as the Dark families; a returning seat was always a good thing.
When he had questioned Sirius about why the Dark would be celebrating? His Godfather went over the list of families who held Wizengamot seats were almost completely wiped out during the Voldemort War, so it was difficult to muster a quorum, let alone get enough votes to pass almost anything.
Harry looked quickly around the chamber and saw that there were quite a few empty seats, including the Dagworth-Granger family. He made a mental note to talk to Hermione about talking to Gringotts to see if there was any connection between the Grangers and the Dagworth-Grangers. He should also check with some of the muggle-born and half-blood students to see if they were eligible to inherit one of the empty seats.
This went through his mind in less than a second or two, and he was still standing when the Chief Warlock asked if there was new business to discuss, and, as arranged, Augusta Longbottom stood next to him and signaled to Dumbledore that she had something to announce.
After the Dowager Longbottom was granted permission, she spoke in a clear and firm voice that easily carried all across the Chamber.
"It is my distinct pleasure to announce, in accordance with Lord Potter, that the Potter-Longbottom Alliance is once again active, and will remain part of the Light Faction. I will be serving as one of the co-chairs in place of my Grandson Neville Franklin Longbottom until he reaches his majority. To announce the membership of the Alliance, I give you Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Potter Family."
There was more enthusiastic applause, and Harry gave it a moment to settle down before speaking.
"Thank you. I know that you are curious about the goals of the Potter-Longbottom Alliance, especially since two of the newest members of the Alliance were not in agreement with the original goals. Those families are under new leadership, and the remaining members of the Alliance have all met with the new Heads of Family and agree that both families are in accord with the Alliance's Goals.
"The Alliance Goals are: Welcoming those new to Magic and taking the time to educate them on our culture and traditions. This includes those with at least one Magical parent, but, as is far too common, their parents were killed during Voldemort's rebellion."
He frowned at the number of people who shrieked at the Dark Lord's name and shook his head. "Honestly! Voldemort is really, most sincerely dead. I saw his soul being torn from his temporary body and smelled sulfur and brimstone, so I think that even if he is still clinging to this mortal realm, that he is most certainly not enjoying his current state of being. And do you want to know something absolutely ridiculous? Voldemort is a name he made up during his years at Hogwarts. He was born Tom Marvolo Riddle, Slytherin Head-Boy, who graduated from Hogwarts in 1945,"
Drawing his wand, he used the Flame Writing Spell to demonstrate how Tom Marvolo Riddle could become I Am Lord Voldemort. Ending the spell, he said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the son of a wealthy muggle, Tom Riddle, and a near squib witch named Merope Gaunt. And yes, I'm referring to the last remaining true descendants of the once proud Slytherin lineage. Somehow she was able to entice Tom into running off with her. At some point, after getting Merope pregnant, Tom came to his senses and ran away immediately. This shattered Merope, but she struggled to try and forge on for the sake of her unborn baby. She gave birth to her son and lived long enough to give the child the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle, before dying in childbirth.
"That was who had you so terrified that even after his death you can't stand to hear the name. Now I understand he had placed a Taboo on his made up name, and during the war saying his name would attract attention and bring Death Eaters to your door. That is a valid reason to not want anyone to say the name 'Voldemort' when the war was going on, but he is now dead and no longer a threat to anyone. Every person who had the Dark Mark branded on their arm lost their magic or perished when Voldemort was sent to Hell."
He looked around the chamber, seeing several members of the Wizengamot looking embarrassed but no one seemed ready to disagree. Continuing, he said,
"I apologize for the digression, but it served a purpose. If Tom Riddle had been found as an infant by a Witch or Wizard, and raised him in a loving home before he had a chance to grow into the Monster who caused so much death and destruction, all of that suffering could have been avoided. Just think, if Riddle had accidentally caused the muggle government, the portion that is aware of the Magical World, to enter the conflict, that would have been the end for all of us."
There was a shocked murmuring among the Members. Either they were upset that the non-magical world was aware of them, or angry that the non-magicals would dare to interfere in their matters. Harry didn't seem to notice as he continued on.
"Another goal is fair treatment for all beings, including those stricken with Lycanthropy. What people seem to ignore, is that, other than the night that the moon first appears full, any lycanthrope is just the same as any other wizard or witch. As long as they take the wolfsbane potion or make prior arrangements to secure themselves, there is no reason to bar them from employment, or renting a place to stay. If we make these types of changes then a future 'Greyback' won't find it so easy to recruit members to join his pack."
"I'm aware that the price of a single dose of Wolfsbane is well outside the amount of money the vast majority of werewolves can pay, so the Members of the Potter-Longbottom Alliance jointly decided to provide the potion free of charge for every werewolf through the James and Lily Potter Foundation as long as they have been registered and have a secure location to spend the night. If they do not have a secure place to stay for the night, they will be given a portkey to an island owned by the Potter family that is completely uninhabited and stocked with game animals for the wolves to stalk and catch. The portkeys will not be able to activate again until the sun has come up and the wolves have transformed back into humans. The island is warded to keep outsiders away so that they don't end up on the island at the wrong time."
"There are other goals that will be accomplished if the first two goals are met, but I've taken up more of your time than I had planned, and I thank you for your patience. Now, the Families that are the charter members of the revived Alliance are, in alphabetical order: Abbott, Black, Bones, Chang, Greengrass, Longbottom, Parkinson, Patil, and Potter.
"Once again, I appreciate the time and platform this venerable body has given me. I'm not all that used to speaking in public, so I'm sure I got carried away." Looking over at Augusta, the Dowager Longbottom shook her head with a smile, indicating she didn't have anything to add. Turning toward the Chief Wizard, Harry said, "That is the last of the business the Alliance has to present to the Wizengamot. Thank you for your time, Chief Warlock."
With that, he sat down just as the waves of applause hit him. Looking up into the crowd in the Public Gallery, Harry saw Remus Lupin standing and applauding as hard as everyone else. Harry fondly noted that even from a distance, he could see the tears in the old wolf's eyes.
By the time the Wizengamot adjourned that afternoon, Harry was extremely glad that he still had three years left at Hogwarts so he could avoid the future meetings that were held during the day, excluding holidays. This was even more boring than Binns' class, but at least there you could grab a nap without anyone else caring!
August 16th, Late Afternoon
Malfoy Manor
The special edition of the Daily Prophet was spread out over his bed; reading the headlines felt like driving a dagger of ice into his heart. All his dreams and ambitions were burning and crumbling to ash before his very eyes. Learning that Black had named the Potter brat as his heir was the first of the hammer blows. Even with Fudge cooperating, Black had managed to avoid the Dementors, and now he's been fully exonerated, cutting Draco out of any possibility of inheriting the Black name or wealth.
Draco... that sniveling disappointment. He should have finished the spawn of James Potter and his mudblood bitch before the little bastard had a chance to discover the political power the Potter name commanded, but Draco hadn't been willing to do his part. All it would have taken is one of the special Malfoy Family rings and a shake of Potter's hand, and the minuscule needle would inject the undetectable poison directly into Potter's bloodstream, stopping his heart as soon as he went to sleep for the night. The boy wouldn't have even realized he was dying; he would go to bed as normal, and be found dead the next morning! It was a perfect way to kill someone, and he'd done it this way several times over the years. The poison doesn't leave a trace in the body, so it would always appear to be just a tragedy, never a murder.
Lucius had considered using the Imperious on Draco to make him use the ring on Potter and then leap from the roof of the castle, leaving no evidence of the spell work behind. The only thing that held him back was the concern that the resulting disgrace to the Malfoy name would foul up his plans and draw unnecessary attention to him, and that was to be avoided at all costs.
Unfortunately, it was now far too late to attempt to move against Potter even if was able to because his magic, once a potent weapon, was now a withered and pitiful trickle, a flickering candle in a fierce gale. His pathetic house elves that once groveled at his feet now ignored him, their eyes holding a chilling indifference. The very air in the room seemed to mock his impotence. The image in the mirror was a grotesque parody of the man he once was – a ravaged landscape of wrinkles etched deep into his face, eyes like chips of flint, ghosts of his former arrogant demeanor clinging to him like a shroud.
The years had stolen not just his youth, but his power, leaving him a hollow shell. Narcissa, that viperous woman, her cruel laughter echoing in his mind – refusing him the chance at a worthy heir, at a son who might restore the Malfoy name. The weight of failure, the crushing burden of his own inadequacy, pressed down on him with the force of a collapsing tomb.
He saw the razor gleaming faintly in the weak sunlight – a cold, sharp promise of release. The bitter scent of his own impending end filled his nostrils. It was a fitting conclusion. A final, pathetic act of defiance in a life consumed by ambition and dashed by his many failures. He allowed the blade to find its mark, a silent surrender to the darkness that had finally consumed him.
It wasn't until the next morning when one of the house elves found his limp body slumped over in the bath.
Harry's Flat
Wednesday, August 23rd, 1995
Morning
The early morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains of Harry Potter's bedroom, casting a soft glow over the room. The air was still, save for the gentle rise and fall of Harry's chest as he slept deeply, one arm draped lazily over the edge of the bed. Pansy Parkinson, nestled in closely beside him, had been awake for some time, her dark eyes fixed on his relaxed features. She always loved the morning after she had spent the night with her Lord. She also enjoyed those mornings when one of the other girls spent the night, but either way, it was her duty and pleasure to wake Lord Potter and whichever one of his women was in bed with him. She had already had a great deal of experience using her mouth on the Slytherins, both wizards and witches, but this was different. She had volunteered to serve her Lord as his concubine to pay the life debt her family owed him, and she hadn't regretted her decision for an instant!
She shifted slightly, her bare skin brushing against the cool sheets, and let out a small, content sigh. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned closer to Harry's ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Good morning, my lord," she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with a mischievous undertone. When he didn't stir, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his jawline, letting her fingers trail down his chest until they reached the hem of the blanket.
Her hand slipped beneath it, her fingers dancing lightly over his hip before settling on his growing arousal. She felt him twitch under her touch, and a pleased hum escaped her lips. "Still asleep?" she teased softly, her nails scraping gently along his length. His breathing hitched, and she could feel the tension building in his body even in his half-asleep state.
Pansy's smile widened as she slid down the bed, the sheets pooling around her waist as she positioned herself between his legs. She glanced up at him, admiring the way his brow furrowed slightly as he began to wake. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his fleshy tip. She lingered there, teasing him with the barest hint of contact, before finally taking him into her mouth.
Harry groaned low in his throat, his hips lifting instinctively toward her warmth. "Fuck, Pansy," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and desire. His hand found its way to her hair, tangling in the dark strands as she began to move languidly, her tongue swirling around him in practiced patterns that left him breathless.
Pansy hummed around him, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his body. She reveled in the way he reacted to her, the way his grip tightened in her hair, the way his breath came in short, uneven gasps. She loved this, loved the power she held over him in these moments, despite her submissive nature. It was a paradox she embraced wholeheartedly, knowing that her submission was what gave her control.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate him as she worked her way down his length. Her free hand cupped his swollen balls, massaging them gently as she increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his thighs tensing as he fought to hold himself back. A thick stream of pre-cum coated her tongue in a viscous, salty liquid, the rich taste making her nostrils flare and eyes flutter.
"You're so fucking good at this," Harry rasped, his voice rough with sleep and lust. His thumb brushed against her cheek, the gesture almost tender despite the intensity of the moment. "Don't stop."
Pansy moaned softly in response, the sound muffled by his cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she watched him unravel. She loved seeing him like this-completely at her mercy, yet remaining in control at the same time. It was a delicate balance, one she cherished.
Her pace quickened, her head bobbing steadily as she worked him toward the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his hips bucked against her mouth, desperate for release. And then, just as he was about to tip over, she pulled back, leaving his fat member red and throbbing in the cool morning air.
Harry growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice sharp but tinged with amusement at her antics.
Pansy smiled up at him innocently, though there was nothing innocent about her intentions. "Just making sure you're properly awake," she purred, tracing a finger along the sensitive underside of his shaft, causing his cock to pulse desperately. "We wouldn't want you to miss any of the fun, after all."
He chuckled, the sound low and full of dangerous intentions. "You're going to pay for that," he warned, pulling her up to straddle his lap. His hands settled on her hips, holding her firmly as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with the same intensity she had shown him moments before.
When they finally broke apart, Pansy was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with desire. "I hope so," she murmured, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "I love it when you make me pay."
Harry smirked, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. "Oh, I will," he promised, his voice dark with intent. "But first…"
His grip tightened, flipping her onto her back with ease. Pansy gasped, her heart racing as she looked up at him. He hovered above her, his green eyes blazing with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. She reached up to run her fingers through his messy hair, her lips parting in anticipation.
"First," he continued, lowering his head to her neck, "I'm going to remind you who's in charge."
Pansy's breath hitched as his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he trailed kisses down her throat. She arched into him, her body already craving more. "Yes, my Lord," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Remind me."
And with that, he did, his hands and mouth working in perfect harmony to bring her to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull her back again and again. Each tease, each touch, was deliberate, designed to drive her mad with desire until she was pleading for release.
But Harry wasn't done yet. As Pansy writhed beneath him, her cries of pleasure filling the room, he looked down at her with a wicked grin. "You thought you could tease me and get away with it?" he asked, his tone playful but edged with dominance.
Pansy blinked up at him, her mind foggy with lust. "I... I had hoped…"
Pansy's lips curved into a sly smile, her breath still coming in short, uneven gasps. "I had hoped... that you'd punish me properly," she whispered, her voice laced with both defiance and submission. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief, even as her body trembled beneath Harry's firm grasp.
Harry's grin widened, his fingers tightening around her wrists as he pinned them above her head. "Maybe if you're a good girl," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with promise. His free hand trailed down her side, fingertips brushing lightly over her sensitive skin, making her shiver. "But first, I think you owe me something."
Pansy arched an eyebrow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Do I?" she teased, though the way her thighs pressed together betrayed her eagerness. She knew exactly what he meant, and the thought sent a thrill through her.
Harry leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You interrupted my sleep," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "And now you're going to make it up to me." He released her wrists, sitting back on his heels, his gaze never leaving hers. "On your knees, Pansy."
Her heart raced at the command, but she didn't hesitate. With practiced ease, she slid off the bed and knelt before him, her hands resting lightly on his thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "As you wish, my Lord," she purred, her tone dripping with faux innocence.
Harry cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he said, his voice warm yet commanding. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp from her. "Now, show me how much you missed me."
Pansy's eyes darkened with desire as she leaned forward, her lips parting to take him back into her mouth. She started slowly, savoring the feel of him, her tongue flicking teasingly against the swollen tip. His sharp intake of breath only spurred her on, and she took him deeper, her hands sliding up his thighs for balance.
Harry groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. "That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Just like that."
She hummed in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her pace quickened, her mouth working him with skill and enthusiasm, each stroke drawing another ragged breath from him. Her free hand wandered lower, fingers brushing against his thigh before creeping higher, exploring the sensitive skin just out of reach.
"Cheeky," Harry growled, catching her wrist before she could go further. He pulled her off him, earning a whimper of protest. "You'll get your turn. But right now, this is about me."
Pansy pouted, but there was no real defiance in her expression as she returned to her task. Her hands gripped his thighs again, nails digging in slightly as she took him fully, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. The sound he made-a deep, guttural moan-sent a surge of satisfaction through her. She loved this, loved the way she could unravel him with nothing more than her mouth and her willingness to please.
Harry's grip on her hair tightened, his hips jerking involuntarily as he fought to maintain control. "Fuck, Pansy," he ground out, his voice strained. "You're too good at this."
She smiled around him, the sensation making his legs tremble. She pulled back slightly, swirling her tongue around the crown of his flared head before taking him deep again, her rhythm unrelenting. Her arousal was undeniable now, her core throbbing with need, but she ignored it, focusing entirely on him.
It wasn't long before Harry's breathing became erratic, his muscles straining as he neared the edge. "Pansy," he warned, his voice hoarse. "If you keep this up, I'll…"
The young brunette had no intention of stopping. If anything, she doubled her efforts, her mouth working him with desperate intensity. Her eyes locked onto his, silently urging him to let go, to give her what she wanted.
With a strangled groan, Harry gave in, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. Rope after rope of virile, hot seed shot directly into the back of her gulping throat. Pansy swallowed every drop, her throat working diligently to keep up with the large volume as he emptied himself into her. When he finally stilled, she pulled back slowly, her lips staying wrapped around him until the very last moment, finally releasing his spent member with a soft 'pop.'
She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "Was that sufficient, my lord?" she asked, her voice sweet but laced with triumph.
Harry laughed, the sound rich and full. "Excellent as always, Pansy, but you have to make amends for teasing me, so tonight you will sign up for the amateur strip contest at 'Platinum Lace' and do your best to win a prize. If you capture first place, I'll let you serve Padma and Parvati for the night. They always love being served by an obedient girl like you."
Pansy's eyes widened, her nostrils flared as she blushed from her pussy to the top of her hair, and from the glazed expression in her eyes, Harry was sure she was imagining being dominated by Lady Potter and Lady Black. His first concubine was putty in the hands of a dominant partner, but if the other girl is submissive, Pansy can switch to being the dominant one in an instant. He had enjoyed watching her taking complete control of Cho and wouldn't mind seeing it again, but not while she and Diggory were moving toward a betrothal agreement.
Pansy shook her head and blinked, coming back from whatever Happy Place she was visiting, and she gave him such an eager look that had him sorely tempted to tie her wrists together with his Gryffindor ties and bugger her so intensely that her mother would cum! Sadly, both of them had work to do, but there were going to be plenty of other nights, especially since he had just heard back from McGonagall about moving into married students' quarters. The Deputy Headmistress had let him know that the rooms would be ready by September First.
Pansy smiled, "That's one hell of an incentive, my Lord, but before I forget, there is another girl who is interested in adding to your knicker collection."
Harry raised his eyebrow, and seeing his interest, Pansy continued, "It's Daphne Greengrass, but she isn't looking for anything serious. She just wants to experience what's made me so cheerful the last few days of school. She made me tell her everything you did to me, and I let her know how much I loved it before she put me on my knees to serve her since I made her randy."
"That's something I think we can make happen, but it will have to be either on the Express or when we get back to Hogwarts. There are only a few days left before September 1st, and we are all going to be busy getting ready to go back to school. Plus, we need to go over the duties of the Prefects since you and Daphne are the Slytherin Prefects for the year, and all the boys in your year don't have the authority they need since all of their father's ended up as squibs. I'm not even sure if Draco will be coming back this term. If you remember the Funeral Pyre for Lucius, Draco was completely shattered, and all it would take is one person making a comment for wands to be drawn. With Snape gone, Draco's 'guardian angel' is no longer around, and he could end up expelled, if not put on trial."
Pansy was quiet as they went to the shower and made sure Harry was clean before cleaning herself.
The Ossuary
Wednesday, August 23rd, 1995
After Dinner
Amelia was relaxing in the parlor of the Bones family home, letting the fabulous dinner settle. She had made it a point to tell Smidgen, her elf, that she had done a wonderful job with cooking. The elf had been part of her family for years, and Amelia always made sure to let her know how much she was appreciated.
She looked up at the sound of a girlish giggle floating out of the room with the Floo. Amelia smiled, glad that Susie had friends to gossip and giggle with; she was sure it hadn't been easy living with her as she made her way up the ladder in the DMLE. Susie hopefully hadn't figured out just how deeply her friends were investigated before Amelia let her spend time at the other's houses, or invited friends to the Ossuary.
When Susie came into the room, still smiling from the conversation, she sat down in her chair across from Amelia and picked up the book she'd been reading earlier. Before her niece could open the book, Amelia said, "Susie? I've got a question for you." The younger woman looked up expectantly, and Amelia said "This may seem like a strange question, but I do have a reason for asking."
Susan sat waiting, a curious expression on her face, and Amelia continued, "What are your thoughts on Harry Potter, as a person, not the 'Boy Who Lived' garbage?"
Susan gave a start, then laughed lightly,
"Wow! Not a question I was expecting, but, what do I think of Harry?" She stopped, her eyes focused on nothing as she thought, "I don't know him as well as I would have liked, but up until the night of the Third Task, he always seemed... pulled into himself, I guess is the best way to describe it. But after he came back with Professor Dumbledore, Harry changed a ton. He became a lot more relaxed and friendlier with people outside of his bodyguards. I even got a chance to talk to him, apologizing for being unable to get the other 'Puffs to stop accusing him of being the Heir of Slytherin a couple of years ago. When I said that, he smiled at me and said, 'I actually did notice you slapping down Ernie and that prat, Zach Smith, and I appreciated it. I was just such a mess that I couldn't make find the time to express it to you.'"
Picking up the book, Susan started fiddling with it, her hands seeming to move on their own, as she continued, "I think I could like this Harry a lot, especially after I heard that he had saved Cedric's life by convincing him not to take the Cup in the center of the maze. I've seen him a few times on Diagon Alley, and he was always friendly and relaxed. He even sat with Hannah and I at Fortescue's to have a sundae, joking around and maybe even flirting with me. None of the other boys at school have tried to flirt yet, I guess they're nervous about how you would react. But, I'd say that I like him now that I've started to get to know him a little better. Why do you ask? Has he contacted you about a contract or something?"
"No, he hasn't approached me, but, since he's fallen under the Multiple Marriage Law, he may be willing to consider a Line Continuation Agreement. He already has his wives for the Potter and Black Families, so he might be open to one of his sons taking our name so that the Bones family doesn't die off. If you don't have any serious issues with the idea, I'll contact him to discuss the idea."
Susan smirked suddenly, "That should be an interesting conversation, will you even take the time to ask the question before you're getting naked?"
Amelia's jaw dropped in surprise, and Susan grinned, "You aren't as discreet as you thought, Auntie! A couple of times when you had me stay over at Hannah's, you were just getting home the next morning before I stepped through the Floo. And, if you are going to be using your wand before falling asleep, it helps to put up a silencing charm, because you tend to get loud. I had gotten up to use the loo when I heard you shouting. I started moving toward your room, but then I heard what you were yelling and realized that you might not appreciate a knock on your door."
Amelia was proud of herself that she managed to avoid blushing too hard; she had no idea she'd forgotten the silencing charms. Harry had come over, using the private Floo in her bedroom, and it was a good thing she hadn't needed to work the next morning because they were busy enjoying themselves until long past midnight.
Deciding there was no point in trying to deny anything, Amelia said, calmly, "I'll probably be naked under my robes. Clothes just get in the way, as you will find out, but I do plan on bringing the subject up before I get on my knees to suck his cock. Any other questions?"
That was just the start of one of the strangest conversations that she'd ever had. Amelia found herself describing the different times she'd been with Harry, including at Eloise's, and the different things she found herself enjoying that she had never really considered. A part of her was glad that Susan had so many questions; Amelia was more than happy to provide any answers that she might be looking for regarding the horizontal tango. She was also secretly grateful that her niece had no experience of her own, so if they agreed on a contract, her niece's first time would be amazing, guaranteed!
Harry's Study
Diagon Alley
Saturday, August 26th, 1995
Amelia actually did manage to keep her clothes on until she and Harry had worked out a basic line continuation agreement for Harry and Susan. Once they were satisfied, Harry looked directly at Amelia, and without needing a word to be said, she removed the glamour that showed her as an older woman and then stripped out of her clothes to kneel on the carpet in Harry's office.
Harry stood and walked around her, nodding in satisfaction, but then he said, "Now that we have completed the contract between Susan and me, we need to decide what position you will take: will you accept the role of the Bones family concubine, or would you prefer a different collar, or no collar at all? You need to know that, if you choose a collar, you will have your tongue in your niece's pussy on a regular basis, along with the other women across the family."
Amelia didn't even hesitate because she had been thinking about this since she and Susie had their conversation. She already knew that she would be having sex with Susan, and that didn't bother her at all.
Bowing her head and closing her hands behind her back, Amelia gave the only answer she could, "I would be pleased and honored to serve you and Susan as the Bones family concubine."
"Are you sure about this, Amelia?" Harry's deep voice was almost a growl as he leaned back against the front of his desk, his piercing green eyes locked on her.
"I'm sure," she said firmly, her voice steady, "I want this. I need this. I've wanted this ever since the first night at Eloise's when you took me and Penny and turned our worlds inside out. Don't be surprised if you get contacted by Penelope in the next few weeks, once her contract is up. We've played together a few times just for fun, and she fantasizes about wearing an actual metal slave collar."
Harry's lips curled into a smirk, and he said, "That's very interesting, and something Penelope and I can discuss. But she isn't here right now, and I need to make sure you understand what taking the concubine bond means. Once we complete the bonding, there's no easy way out; you will belong to me, completely."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed again, her gaze dropping to the floor. But then, slowly, she lifted her chin, meeting his stare with a determination that surprised even herself. "I know. And I accept it."
"Do you trust me, Amelia?" he asked, his voice soft but tinged with a darkness that sent shivers down her spine.
There was no need for hesitation. If she hadn't trusted him, she never would have eagerly gone to his bed after her time at Eloise's was done. She nodded, "I trust you, with myself and my Susie."
Amelia had known that she would eventually put herself in a position where Harry would offer her a collar. She also knew that Harry was the only man she could give so much of herself to. Here she was, kneeling before him, anticipating him claiming her.
Harry pushed himself up from leaning on the desk, unbuttoning the front of his shirt as he stepped closer to Amelia. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air thick with tension. He reached out, cupping her chin in his hand and tilting her face up to meet his. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. Amelia's breath hitched and her full, plush lips slightly puckered to kiss his finger, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer power that seemed to pulse through every inch of his being. It was overwhelming but in the best possible way.
"You're going to be mine now, this is your last chance to turn back," he said, his voice firm and full of meaning. "Do you understand that?"
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she forced them open again, determined to meet his gaze. "Yes, Harry. I'm yours."
His smirk deepened, and he stepped back, leaving her trembling in anticipation. "Take the position, show the world that you are proud to belong to me!"
Amelia immediately straightened her back, pushing her breasts out and holding her arms behind her back. She lifted her head, so anybody who had permission would be able to see the collar. Smiling happily, she waited for his next command.
Harry reached down, undoing his belt with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her eyes followed every movement. When he finally freed himself, she felt her mouth starting to water. He was already hard, his thick, veiny dick jutted out from his pelvis proudly, and the sight of it made her pulse race with excitement. It wasn't as if it were the first time she'd sucked his cock. Amelia had invited his cock in her mouth, cunt, and arse more times than she could count, by now. This time, things just felt different. She would receive just as much pleasure as she always did, but it would symbolize so much more.
She nodded eagerly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Please," she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.
That seemed to satisfy him. He threaded his fingers through her red locks gently, but firmly, guiding her forward until her lips brushed against him. She paused for a moment, inhaling his musk, letting the reality of what she was about to do sink in. And then, with a soft moan, she opened her mouth and took him in.
It was divine. The taste of him, the weight of his heavy crown on her tongue, the way his breath caught when she flicked her tongue against the slit-it was everything she'd ever wanted and more. Her hands moved instinctively to his hips, steadying herself as she began to move, taking him deeper with each pass.
Harry groaned above her, his grip tightening in her hair. "Fuck, Amelia," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're so good at this."
His words sent a thrill through her, spurring her on. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her tongue working tirelessly to please him. The sounds he made-the ragged breaths, the occasional curse-only fueled her desire, making her body ache with need. Her lungs burned with the lack of air, but that sensation only brought with it an even more intense desperation. She pulled out every trick that she knew, loosening her throat and humming when his cock buried itself deep within her grasping esophagus.
It didn't take long before he was close to release, his thick essence churning in his heavy balls, yearning to be unleashed inside of Amelia's welcoming mouth. She could see his entire body seizing up, his breathing coming out in short, erratic pants. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained.
Amelia didn't pull away. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, desperate to taste him, to feel him spilling down her throat. When he finally did, she swallowed every drop, her moans muffled by the ecstasy coursing through her. It wasn't just physical pleasure that consumed her. As Harry's magic surged, intertwining with hers in a way she'd experienced only with him, she felt herself teetering on the edge of climax. Her body convulsed, her thighs clenching together as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
When it finally subsided, she slumped back on her heels, her ample chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Harry looked down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and awe. "You're incredible," he said, his voice husky.
Amelia smiled weakly, her lips still tingling from the experience. But before she could respond, she noticed the way his cock twitched, already hardening again. Her eyes widened, and Harry chuckled darkly.
"Oh, we're not done yet," he said, pulling her to her feet and turning her to face the desk. Her heart leaped into her throat as he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her wide hips tightly. She knew what was coming, and though tiny a part of her wanted to resist, the much larger part-the part that craved him-welcomed it.
"Do you want it?" he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
"Yes, sir," she breathed, arching her back to give him better access.
"Brace yourself," was the only warning she got before he thrust into her, filling her completely in one go. Amelia cried out, her hands scrambling for purchase on the desk.
She could feel him leaning over her, pressing his broad chest against her back as his cock pumped into her, the sudden stretching of her sensitive pussy making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Soon, Harry fell into a rhythm and his movements smoothed out. The pain faded away, and it was replaced by an all-consuming feeling of ecstasy. Each thrust sent thought-scrambling bliss through her body, his powerful magic amplifying every sensation until she thought she might lose her mind.
He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her closer to the precipice of an enormous climax. She could feel herself tightening around him, her body responding eagerly to his dominant touch. Euphoria suffused her voluptuous body, sending Amelia to a new height of visceral pleasure. Harry paused his thrusts for a bit, letting her enjoy the ripples of her orgasm. When she was back to herself, she felt him start thrusting again, this time at a much more rapid and urgent pace. Harry viciously pounded his cock into Amelia's sopping wet quim until he growled out that he was about to cum.
After pulling his length almost all the way out of her tight pussy, he slammed it home one final time, unleashing a torrent of his thick cum directly past her cervix and filling her aching womb with ungodly amounts of semen. His seed flooding her body triggered another massive orgasm, and she idly wondered if you could die from an overload of sexual pleasure.
When he pulled his cock out of her pussy and flipped her onto her back once more, Amelia thought it was over. Apparently, Harry had other plans. He dropped his wand into his hand and placed the tip of his wand at her tightest hole, and she felt the warm sensation of his magic cleaning, stretching, and lubricating her backdoor so that she could take him easily.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice sharp.
"Harry!" she gasped, her fingers clawing at the desk beneath her as she struggled to catch her breath and meet his gaze.
When she was ready, he locked eyes with her and positioned his cock at her rear entrance, pushing forward slowly. His cock encountered just a bit of resistance before fully sliding past her grasping sphincter. He stopped halfway in, letting her adjust to the feeling of being stretched again before continuing to feed her greedy arse with his cock. By the time his cock was all the way inside her, any discomfort felt like a distant memory, and all she knew was delicious anal pleasure. She had learned earlier in life to endure being sodomized, letting the man think she enjoyed it while being indifferent to the experience. Then Harry came into her life, and little did she know that her perspective on anal would change drastically. The first night, he told her and Penny that he was going to be buggering both of them, and both of them were happily surprised to find that it actually felt good when Harry prepared them properly. She still didn't get any pleasure from a different man taking her arse, but she came to love the feelings that Harry brought out in her, reveling in the way it made her feel completely dominated, utterly owned.
Harry moved slowly at first, allowing her to adjust, but soon his thrusts became faster, deeper. Amelia clung to him, her nails dragging down his back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She came undone beneath him, her cries filling the room as he brought her to the brink again and again.
"That's it," he growled, his pace quickening. "Take it, Amelia. Take every fucking inch."
"Tell me who you belong to," Harry demanded, his voice rough with desire.
"You," she gasped, her words coming out in broken fragments. "I belong to you, Harry. Only you."
He growled in approval, slamming his pelvis into her jiggling, thick rear with renewed vigor. The point of connection between them filled Harry with a sense of primal pride. Seeing Amelia's stretched out arsehole clinging to his rigid, veiny cock every time he pulled out only made him want to thrust back into her welcoming depths even harder. The desk creaked beneath them, but neither cared. All that mattered was the connection between them, the way they fit together perfectly, like two halves of a whole.
Finally, Harry pulled out, his movements jerky with urgency. She knew what she was expected to do, so she slipped off the desk and back on her knees, holding her head up high and her tits pushed out. He stood over her, his cock slick and glistening, and stroked himself rapidly. Amelia closed her eyes, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.
The feel of his hot cum splashing her face felt different than any other time he marked her that way. It was as if she could feel his power, his magic being absorbed through her skin, sending a warm feeling of approval all through her body, and before she realized it, she was hit by another climax. It was a different feeling, and she could almost taste Harry's magic as the concubine bond between the two of them was sealed.
Amelia waited quietly, her eyes staying closed as she felt his wand in front of her gently siphoning the glaze of cum off of her face. When she felt her face clear up, she immediately sought out Harry's eyes, looking directly into Harry's bright green irises. The feeling of happiness she felt at seeing the approval and acceptance in his eyes was almost overwhelming, but she patiently waited to see what he would do next.
He tapped her at the base of her throat with his wand and the cum came flowing back out of the wand and circled her neck, coalescing into a magical collar. It was a blatant display to everyone around her that Harry had claimed her, and she preened with satisfaction. Although she didn't care who knew about her new status, she needed to disguise it as something different for when she put her older witch glamour back in place.
A few seconds later, Amelia heard Harry's voice, telling her to open her eyes and when she did, he was holding a hand mirror in front of her, and gasped at the sight of her collar. It was the most beautiful collar she'd ever seen, and she'd seen several in her life, traveling to conferences in different countries and seeing the men with one or more concubines walking slightly behind them.
She looked up into Harry's eyes and was about to question if the collar would be visible in her glamoured form, but before she could ask, he shook his head, as if he already knew what she was concerned about.
"I know that I am proud that you chose to become the family concubine, but this would cause you difficulties as the Head of the DMLE. Therefore, the magic in this collar will ensure that only you, me, and the other members of our families will be able to see anything at all. If, for whatever reason you choose to let someone else know, be certain they won't gossip about you."
"Thank you, my Lord, both for making me extremely happy by bonding with me, and for making sure that the public will remain generally unaware. When you and Susan are married, don't be surprised if she isn't all that submissive. She's always had a strong will, so it was a bit of a surprise that she ended up a Badger. I would have expected her to join Gryffindor House, as stubborn as she is. She's already known that I was involved with you because we both forgot the silencing charms that night you stayed over." Amelia blushed contritely, "Susie heard me urging you on, encouraging you to shag me harder. Fortunately, she thought I was just using my vibrating wand, and she doesn't have any idea that you've spent the night. I suppose it's good that at least we remembered the silencing charms every other time."
"True, but I think we should post signs outside of our bedrooms, showers, and other 'sex spots,' just in case Hannah or one of Susan's other friends show up. But that's enough serious conversation, I want to introduce you to the Potter concubine. Pansy is mostly submissive, but if the other girl she's with is submissive too, she has no problem dominating the girl. I've seen her do it before, and that was an interesting night in the Prefects Bath, that's for sure!"
"That sounds like a story I'd love to hear, but that can wait for later. I'm more interested in getting to know Pansy right away, she looks absolutely delicious!"
End Chapter Five