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Harry stood on the stage, one hand holding the script, the other nervously tapping his leg. It suddenly felt much harder to remember his lines or even the basic plot of the play than it had the night before.
They were still setting up the scene. Bellatrix moved people to various spots on the stage, setting the blocking and continuing to work out specific details in her head. Daphne stood opposite Harry, her nose buried in her script. She wore a pink hoodie and black leggings, and as she stood, Harry could easily tell how tall she was. He wasn't sure, but she seemed to be about his height, maybe even an inch taller.
"Harry," Bellatrix said. "You're not close enough. We've passed the part where you both look at each other from across the room."
She wrapped an arm around his waist and almost dragged him to where Daphne stood. Bellatrix placed a hand on Daphne's back and pushed her closer to Harry.
"Hmmm..." Bellatrix looked back and forth between them. "Read the first line, Harry. I need to hear how it sounds from this distance."
"Alright..." Harry fumbled through his script, trying to reconcile finding the right page with getting into character. "We start. May I have the next dance?"
Bellatrix scoffed. She drew her hand back as if to slap his face. Harry flinched and didn't relax even after she calmed down.
"That was terrible," Bellatrix said. "I need to see your heart! Your soul! And be more assertive!"
She grabbed Harry's hand and placed it on Daphne's hip. Daphne opened her mouth slightly in surprise.
"Say it again," Bellatrix said. "Like you mean it!"
Harry took a deep breath. He looked into Daphne's eyes, feeling a bit more focused.
"May I have the next dance?"
Daphne, now playing Juliet, smiled at him.
"You're quite forward," she said, her accent adding an interesting quality to the words.
"I am," Harry responded. "And you are quite beautiful."
Daphne's smile widened.
"Perhaps..." she said slowly. "I can skip a few of your friends and dance with you first."
"Yes!" Bellatrix clapped her hands and smiled at them. "Much, much better. Now come over here and sit, Romeo, and let Juliet dance for you."
Bellatrix led him to a plastic chair with metal legs at the side of the stage and pushed him onto it. Harry raised an eyebrow, not remembering enough of the script to know exactly what was happening.
"Uh..." He scratched his head. "Bellatrix, I thought this was when Romeo and Juliet danced together?"
She gave him a confused look, then smiled. "Juliet dances for Romeo," she said. "Juliet, why don't you jump in and give it a try?"
Daphne nodded and walked over to Harry, who tried his best to keep his face from showing his confusion. He watched as Daphne slowly extended her hand and ran a finger down his chest, then began to move.
There were only a few centimeters of space between them, but that didn't stop Daphne's suggestive hip movements or the way she moved her chest in front of Harry's face from being incredibly hot. He heard someone mutter something mockingly from the right side of the stage and looked at the guy who had earlier embraced Daphne, staring at him.
"Closer!" Bellatrix said. "It has to look real." She began physically moving Daphne, spreading her legs and positioning her directly above Harry. When Daphne started dancing again, she found herself facing him. Bellatrix moved her upper body even lower, forcing Daphne's breasts to slide across his face.
"Okay," Bellatrix said. "Better. Now turn around."
Daphne turned so she was looking away from him and lowered her toned, petite butt onto his crotch. By this point, Harry was already erect and shuddered at the thought of her feeling it through his jeans. If she noticed, Daphne didn't seem to mind, or she took it as a compliment.
"Romeo," Bellatrix said. "Run your hands over her."
Harry blinked. He had almost forgotten that he had to play his part too. Juliet was giving him a lap dance, and he had to make it look like he enjoyed it. Considering that he actually did, it didn't seem like such a big task.
He placed his hands on Daphne's stomach. She gasped as they made contact, squeezing her buttocks together with his bulge. Harry felt good and slowly began to move his hands further up.
"I need more from you, Romeo," Bellatrix said. "Whisper something in her ear."
Harry shrugged. His fingers slid to the lower edge of Daphne's breasts as he brought his lips to her ear. For a moment, he wondered what to say before deciding on something relatively safe.
"You're doing a great job," he said.
"Oh?" Daphne turned to whisper back to him. "Is that why you have a..."
"Kiss her," Bellatrix said. "Kiss her."
"This is stupid!" The guy from earlier stopped on the other side of the stage. "There's no reason for them to..."
"Get back. Back to your place." Bellatrix's voice was cold and authoritative. "Ron, I'll kick you out of this production in a heartbeat if you disrupt this scene."
Harry slowly rubbed against Daphne, matching her movements as she moved on his lap. He leaned in and kissed her. It was supposed to be a stage kiss, simple and sterile, but before he knew it, his tongue met hers. He was groping her breasts and thrusting his erection against her ass with teenage, horny fervor.
"Perfect," Bellatrix said. "That should be enough for now."
Daphne moved on Harry's lap. He pinched one of her nipples, and she let out a soft moan. They kissed again, and one of Harry's hands started to slide lower, heading towards her crotch.
"Romeo, Juliet." Bellatrix approached and physically began pulling them apart. "That's enough. We need to move on."
Harry felt reality returning. He blushed slightly as he turned to look at the rest of the cast, all of whom were watching the display with aroused curiosity.
"But that was good." Bellatrix smiled at him and tousled his hair. "I'll make sure you two get more time to... practice."
The rest of the rehearsal passed relatively uneventfully. Bellatrix scolded Harry for not knowing his lines, but other than that, he wasn't the target of her wrath.
He wanted a chance to talk to Daphne in private and maybe clear the air between her, himself, and the guy who seemed to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Bellatrix kept them moving from one scene to the next, and when the rehearsal ended, she called Harry onto the stage to help with the set before he could get away.
"You did well today, Harry," Bellatrix said. "But there are a few things you'll need to work on for the future."
"I know, I know." Harry picked up a chair and carried it to the side of the stage. "I didn't have much time to learn the lines, considering I didn't know what role you had assigned me until yesterday."
"It's more than just that." Bellatrix followed Harry to the side and stood in front of him, blocking his way back to the stage. "Knowing the lines is one thing. The intensity of the performance is what I'm... concerned about."
He said nothing, knowing that the only words that might convince her would come from Romeo, not Harry. Unfortunately, he had left his script on the seat when he got up to help, and none of the lines had yet come naturally to his lips.
"You'll need a lot of practice," she thought. "And you'll need someone to practice with."
She stepped closer. Harry felt his heart pounding. Lucina looked really, really good, and whether he was reading the situation correctly or not, the idea of running lines with her, or even just having her around as a director, was exciting.
"Are you suggesting we practice a little now?" Harry asked. He felt a smile spreading across his face and held it back, unsure how it would sound.
"Would you like to practice with me, Harry?" she asked.
The lines finally came back to his mind. "Alright," he said like Romeo. "If you don't believe what I told you, join me in bed. I'll make you understand."
"Such confidence," said Bellatrix, slipping into the role of Agnishka, one of Juliet's close friends. "I'd like to see that."
Harry stepped forward, his arousal already evident and ready. The script only mentioned that Romeo and Agnishka *fell into bed*. There was no bed nearby, so Harry did the next best thing.
He slowly moved his hand across Bellatrix's face. She felt the warmth, and the very act made him feel warm too. Bellatrix's eyes showed her age, but not in an unflattering or unattractive way. Instead, it was as if she had seen every delightful detail of Harry's youth and inexperience.
Harry leaned in, overcoming his own hesitation, and planted a gentle kiss on Bellatrix's lips. Her response was more subdued than Daphne's, but there was still something there. Her head moved in a slight nod, as if giving him permission to go a bit further.
She gave him an inch, so Harry tried to take a mile. Remembering how his audition went a few days earlier, and more importantly, how much he enjoyed it, he moved closer to Bellatrix, letting his arousal press against her stomach. She didn't flinch or say anything, and when Harry kissed her again, her lips moved even more.
The kisses continued, as if they were passing pleasure back and forth through their soft lips. Harry pushed Bellatrix against the wall of the stage wing. She lifted her leg slightly and rubbed against him. He felt the heat as he groped her breasts, letting out a soft, sincere murmur.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. Harry craved sex. Every inch of his horny teenage body screamed for it. It was a bit embarrassing for him. Intimacy therapy, his first audition with Bellatrix, and even the talks with Dr. Apolline had opened a door to a world he had always known but never had the enthusiasm to pursue.
Bellatrix didn't stop him, at least not at first. They dry-humped like horny animals. Harry kissed her neck and pressed his arousal against her. He reached down, unable to resist any longer, and began to unbutton his jeans.
"Alright," Bellatrix whispered. "That's the end of this scene."
She pushed Harry away, and he had to fight the momentary urge to continue. He blinked and stared at her with uncomprehending eyes.
"What?"
"That was good," Bellatrix said. "But without a bed on the stage, it doesn't make sense to continue practicing."
She smiled and straightened her hair as if nothing had happened between them. Harry paused, and Bellatrix placed a hand on his shoulder, as if comforting him in what must have been a great disappointment for him.
"Relax," she said, smiling. "We'll practice more, but not today."
Harry stepped forward, bringing his body close to hers. His arousal was painful, and he felt Bellatrix's warmth.
"Alright." It took all his willpower to say those words, and they still didn't dispel the thick tension hanging in the air. Bellatrix nodded slowly, her face unreadable.
"I should head home," Harry said. He stepped back from her, then looked away. It was as if he had stepped out of the spell's range. As soon as she was out of his sight, he could think again.
"Go safely," Bellatrix said. "And tell stepmother I said hi."
Harry gave her an amused look and shook his head. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
Bellatrix nodded.
"Alright," he said. "Take care, Bellatrix."
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