It was 1:30 am when Harry felt like he'd done all that had been required of him. He'd made some new connections with some of the most influential people in Europe at the behest of his parents, cut the cake with his brother, opened the ball with his partner as he'd been instructed and then danced with witches of nearly all ages and at least fourteen different nationalities till his mind was drained and his feet were numb.
Now, he was going to take his sweet time relaxing with a light snack from the kitchens, and then surrender himself to the arms of morpheus.
But no sooner did he enter his room that his lips were pulled into a hungry kiss by a familiar set of lips.
Soft, dainty hands were in his hair and neck, caressing and rubbing and scratching all the same. He was breathless at the urgency with which her tongue fought its way into his mouth, as if planning to devour it whole.
"Not that I'm complaining at your initiative," He said as she left his mouth to use her lips hungrily on his bare neck, "How are you even in my room?"
Claire's dark gaze looked at him with utmost seriousness. "I asked your sister."
Harry groaned but was cut off as she dropped down to her knees. She was undoing the zip of his trousers, unlatching the belt.
"Which one?" Realizing with a resigned sigh that now, even his sister knew about his affairs. He belatedly also realized that it didn't matter which one had given her the directions to his room to await him there, both will know as soon as they got the chance to talk. They didn't have any secrets between them, after all.
"The one with the red hair," she replied in her native tongue, her hands pushing his loosened trousers out of the way. He understood nothing but the word 'red'. Rose it was then.
"Have you fucked anyone in your room before?" She tugged down his boxers, her hungry gaze already on his growing cock.
"I have not," he admitted and it seemed like it was the right thing to say because then she was burying her nose and mouth into his crotch, inhaling deeply, her hands coming to wrap around his shaft.
This time, he groaned in satisfaction instead as she began to jerk him off slowly, the sound of her deep breaths making his head swim in hunger.
The room was silent except for her erotic breaths and lazy slurps as she took in his musk and licked the base of his shaft.
He stroked her neatly combed hair, looking slightly brown in the candlelights, noticing how small her hands and thin fingers looked wrapped around his cock as she stroked his skin up and down with both hands, her mouth wantonly on his heavy, now aching balls.
"Your sister said I was your first guest here," she said coquettishly, her lips forming a smirk. She jerked him even faster, sometimes, the slaps landing on the cold skin of her nose and cheek, dripping his pre-cum.
"You shouldn't have talked to her," he complained, "It's not right."
"Why not?" she asked but didn't wait for his reply but suddenly jerked ahead, swallowing his cock all the way to the base, making him gather her hair into his fist, as much as he could muster while pushing his hips back into her eager mouth.
"Surely, she knows what we're doing," she mumbled and he pulled her hair with a mixture of lust and irritation.
"That's not the point," he said fiercely and then began drilling into her mouth, the silent room suddenly filled with sounds of her wet cheek slapping against his hips.
He felt more than he saw her hands go wrap around his arse, palming his cheeks, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He looked down to see tears running down her cheeks as she met his gaze invitingly.
He'd never thought that there was a way to make all of his exhaustion with the day's events magically disappear, but he'd fortunately, accidentally and most pleasurably found it.
She was making no move to have him stop, her face red as her mouth accommodated his girth and her makeup running down her face but the naked desire in her gaze, looked as strong as ever.
He pulled her back through her hair and she coughed, still grinning from ear to ear and opening her mouth wide.
Merlin, whatever had he done to have this freaky witch desire him so much?
Caressing his balls once more with her fingers, she laid a gentle kiss on his sensitive bulbous head.
Looking up at him from under long lashes, she spoke coyly, "She's a pretty little thing, your sister. I would like to see if she tastes the same as you."
He growled and pulled her back towards his twitching cock, refusing to respond to her taunt. It was a great decision because all of her smirk was gone in an instant, replaced by the erotic sight of his entire length disappearing back into her throat.
As he began to piston again, she choked and coughed on his glistening member, but refused to let him stop.
When he saw her raise her eyes up to him again, he realized that this was exactly what she had intended for him to do when she'd goaded him.
He could feel himself sliding to the edge and as her punishment, didn't want to tell her that he was about to cum. He gave one final push down her mouth, her willing throat swallowing his cock whole while she didn't even give him even the slightest hint of struggle. He saw her take it all and she blinked as if welcoming what was to come next, beckoning him to let himself go as he so wanted to.
Then he was teetering on the edge and he was shooting and gushing down Claire's throat, flowing in thick streams that legitimately caused his hips to tremble. He saw white as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, and the growl that he emitted from his raspy throat sounded strange even to his own ears. He saw her swallowing every drop greedily and just as an experiment, he withdrew a little until only his tip was inside her mouth and saw her use her tongue and lips with an unreal skill to coax more and more out of his still twitching member.
And then, he watched with an amused smile as she let her tongue out to clean him up until not a single drop lay anywhere but inside her awaiting mouth.
"No jokes about my sister," he ordered and she nodded, looking both smug and chastised at the same time.
He pulled her forward then and she stood on shaky legs. He muttered a spell and her dress fell away, presenting her curvaceous body to his hungry gaze.
She looked so ready that he couldn't wait.
He pushed her back until her legs hit his four-poster bed, stumbling onto the mattress. He claimed her lips as her legs crossed on either side of him, trapping him.
He could see her excitement in every bite of her lips, his hands coming up to pinch at her perfect nipples, making her shriek.
He didn't want to bother with a silencing charm.
"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
Claire nodded wordlessly, leaning back on the bed. "These past few weeks away from you were torture."
Her whispered words were enough to make him rock hard again. He kissed her again, with hard and rough and forceful vigour. "I have no idea why you're such a whore, but I love it."
She tilted her neck and he began to suck and bite her bare neck with his lips. His cock was beginning to revive again. "Thank you," she moaned into his touch, her hands busy gnawing at his sides. "My mother was very thorough."
He should've been shocked at her admission but it didn't do anything but make him even more excited. His lust had reached unbearable levels and he wanted to know more.
In a haze, he flipped her around, making her squeal so she was lying face down and then pulled her arse back towards him, making her get up on her hands and knees. He pressed his cock against her soft arse, letting himself feel the heat of her creamy skin and her the depth of his arousal.
"Tell me what she taught you," he ordered roughly.
She looked back over her shoulder as he rubbed himself against her wet lips. "She taught me how to fuck," she said, pushing back against him eagerly.
"How?"
She licked her lips as if beckoning him to take her right then.
"How did she teach you? Show me!"
He could feel her wiggling her arse against him, trying and failing to get him to do what she wanted him to do. "Please Harry..."
He shook his head. "Tell me or you won't get my cock, Claire."
She shuddered. "My mother taught me how to suck a cock. How to make a wizard happy."
Harry pushed up against her snatch, the tip feeling the glorious inside of her heated tunnel. "What else?"
She rested on her elbows now, her head in the enclosure of her folded arms. "Please Harry," she begged, "Fuck me so I can make my mother proud."
He couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his cock into her eager pussy, stretching and filling her in a single hard thrust.
"Good of you to ask," he said, making her scream as he used his hips to the best advantage, the thrusts of his cock making her body tremble under him.
He reached ahead to gather a fistful of her hair and pulled.
"Ughh!" She groaned, clenching hard around him. "Fuck!" He felt a deep satisfaction within him at having make this older, clearly more experienced witch cum so easily.
"So big," she gasped. "So hard, please Harry...please..."
He took that to mean that it was his turn to set her pussy on fire again and as he drew back and filled her to the brim, she screamed into the bed.
"Did you mother teach you to take it like a whore?" he grit out breathlessly.
She looked like a mess, her eyes shut and her head thrown back, filled to the guts with his thick dick. He felt deeper than he ever imagined possible, her insides gripping him with an urgency that was both hot and magical.
He began to fuck her in even strokes, enjoying her moans and her screams in equal measure, once again close to coming as she did all she could to take all that he was giving.
In a deep haze of unadulterated lust, his ears picked up the sounds of the bed creaking and shaking under the burden of their fucking. He glanced at the witch under him who looked almost wild and felt a chuckle bubble up in his chest.
He really needed to know where this extremely deviant witch had come from. He needed to know everything about her and more. He needed to know her, understand what made her tick and then keep her for himself forever.
"Please Harry...harder..." she begged again and he followed her ask without delay. He was close but that didn't mean he would neglect what this hungry witch was telling him.
"Scream for me again." He told her, pulling her hair again, leaning down to bring his mouth to her ears, "I need to hear you!"
"Ooh, yes, ughh, fuck—so much," she gasped and cried in French, "You fucking monstre!" He hammered her as heavily he could, making her arch her back towards him.
Just like that, she was shuddering under him, her cunt clenching against him and taking him with her. He groaned and began to unload all he had to give for the second time that evening, in her second hole for the evening.
He groaned and pushed himself against the softness of her back, leaning heavily on her, watching in fascination as the candlelights made her creamy back even more enticing. He was still spurting as she squeezed him tight.
"You're so good to me," she said giggling as he pulled out and laid back down on the bed, pulling her against him so her body lay flat beside his, her head nuzzled in his neck.
"How much of what you were telling me was made up and how much of it was the truth?" he asked, dying with curiosity.
Claire laughed a throaty laugh. He felt himself becoming hard again.
"Oh my," she felt him through her wandering hands and then looked him in the eye.
"Everything was the truth."
He could feel sincerity reeking out of her unfiltered as her hands once more wrapped around his hardening dick. "Why, though?" he asked, "That's not normal. Mother giving her daughter a hands-on sex education."
She giggled, giving his cock some slow, luxurious strokes.
"I'm special," she smirked.
"No," he denied lightly, "You just come from a family of perverts."
"Doesn't mean you don't like it," she retorted, jerking him. He twitched and pulled her into a kiss.
He decided to let her know his sentiments. "I don't know enough about you to say anything for certain," he said in a deliberately neutral tone, "Maybe this is all a passing fancy."
She was almost wild in the way she looked at him then. "Never." she said firmly, her hand slowing down just a little in its movements.
He shook his head, his two prior orgasms giving him a much needed rational mind to be able to think properly. "Maybe we'll fuck three more times and you'll move on. I'm sure you have no shortage of willing wizards in Beauxbatons."
It was almost cruel, the way he spoke, but he didn't care in that moment. He liked her very much, but there was no point in denying that she was an experienced woman, who had clearly been with a few different men already.
She growled and bent down to wrestle his tongue with her own, her kiss animalistic in intensity. She climbed on top of him, reached below to align his cock and sank onto him.
"There is no one!" she shrieked, denying his admission. "No one except you."
She moaned and his breath came out in a rush of pleasure and he smiled, knowing he'd hit the spot that he'd been meaning to, in both ways that mattered.
He put his hands behind his head and simply watched her writhe above him. He didn't think he would ever get used to her tightness.
"I'm sure," he mocked her. She bent down to lay her hands on either side of him for support. "A witch like you will have the entire school lining up for her," he said with a little regret. It was true, after all.
Her hair was falling on his face so he gathered as much as he could and pushed it to her back.
"Such a whore," he ground out, gathering his strength to push his hips up into her hard, "Am I bigger than your last boyfriend?"
"Ahhh!" she howled into his mouth, "Please Harry..."
"Tell me!" he ordered without mercy.
She opened her eyes, and he noticed that they were moist. "You are the only one," she said truthfully.
It was then that Harry slipped into her mind.
~~ .
Claire was mindless with pleasure and pain. Gasping for breath, her whole body was shaking. She could feel her pussy quivering around his cock, her body spasming as he plunged into her again and again and again. Her mind had been torn apart, her body remadeas it stretched to take him.
Nothing was making sense anymore. She had come to Harry for the sole purpose of proving to herself that all of her initial attraction was true and right and that this was where she belonged, with him, now and forever. And it had been revealed to be true, after all.
He was the one who she'd been waiting for, for whom she'd been saving herself for. For the first time since she'd lost control of her willpower in that bathroom, the first time that she'd given into her impulses, it had turned out to be the best decision of her life.
She had thought she'd been feeling exactly what he'd been feeling but it was becoming increasingly clear that it was notthe case.
Her core was gushing, pouring out a river of honey as her body spasmed on top of him. She could taste herself so vividly, smell herself so filthily that she didn't know what else to do except throw her head into his neck and just succumb to him.
And after those two delirious waves of pleasure that had rocked her and drained her completely, she wanted nothing more than to do just that but she had to resist.
She could not let him gather her in his arms so lovingly when his words were so cutting, revealing that she had miscalculated very badly.
Suddenly remembering her mother's words, she willed herself back into the present. There was nothing to it. She had no choice but to help him see her without jokes and pretences. To make him see that she was his.
"You are the only one," she said, gazing deeply into his eyes, wiling him to see that she was telling the truth.
Her mind foggy and her body not under her own control, she fought against the part of herself that just wanted to lay there on top of him, in his arms, and forget about everything until the next day.
But that was not to be borne.
He was giving her a disbelieving expression and she rolled her hips to feel him again, to feel his love again, if not from his eyes then from his cock.
"My mother once told me that this would happen," she began, trembling, "That I will one day find a wizard that I'll give myself to completely. That I wo-would want nothing more than t-to be with him. Only him."
She could feel him stroking her back, holding her shaking body. She couldn't stop her tears from falling again.
She remembered the times when she'd seen her girlfriends moving from one wizard to another, fucking them and then dumping them, looking like they were having the time of their lives. She'd felt aroused and jealous and frustrated that she couldn't have the same carefree life as them.
She remembered her mother cajoling her, telling her in a firm tone that brook no argument that she not a regular witch who sold her body and gave up a part of her soul to any willing wizard for an hour of empty pleasure.
She remembered how she'd been promised that there was a special wizard waiting for her, made especially for her, willed into existence by magic itself to become the other half of her existence. And that one day, her mother had told her, Claire was going to find him, just like she had found her father.
And then her mother had taken her into her arms and wiped her tears, and began her training in how to please the wizard of her dreams.
She felt Harry slow down, and could only gasp as he left her body slowly, inch by inch, taking forever. She felt her pussy cry at the emptiness it now beheld, the trail of her juices spraying all over from her ruined hole.
"Please, Harry," she said without sense, more words beyond her.
He didn't listen. "Tell me what you want."
"Please fuck me." She panted with both pleasure and exhaustion.
"Gladly," he smiled and this time, she felt that it was genuine again. "But first, tell me how much you want it," he teased.
She groaned. "Please Harry, fuck me, fuck me hard, I beg you," she said with emotion. "I am yours."
And then, without warning, she felt her body shake as he rammed back inside her.
"Harry!" she cried at his deep thrust, her body quailing in pleasure and wanting more. Moaning, she drew her hands on either side of his face and let herself fall onto him limp, her strength no longer enough to support her through both the pleasure and the trial that she'd just endured.
With each pump, she felt herself whimper and scream, hear the slap of his hips against her own and the erotic yet satisfying sound of their joining.
She knew that after this, she was going to shower her mother in thanks for everything she'd done for her.
There was nothing better than this, and she pitied all the ruined witches of her school, knowing that they'll never have what she had now.
~~ .
"This pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" Harry gasped out as he fucked her with merciless abandon.
Claire had been a surprise and now, since he had the best kind of confirmation of her sincerity, he could let himself loose in her.
"Harry!" she cried into his neck and her body twitched but he didn't mind it as kept pumping, even more desperate for release now.
"Yes, mon prince, please give me, please..." she chanted, rolling her hips as if desperate for his cum.
He pushed her above, making her support herself on her elbows again as he reached down to grab at her breasts. He kneaded them roughly and thumbed her nipples while gazing at her beautiful face, now looking like a complete mess.
Her mind shattered once again, her body quaking in his arms in a pure orgasmic bliss. He came inside her with a deep growl, unloading, pulsating into her, giving her all that he had for the night.
She convulsed with pleasure and he held her to him again, burying his face in her sweaty hair.
It could've been minutes or a full hour later when she was there, sleeping in his arms that Harry contemplated all that he had learned from some of her thoughts.
He felt a little guilty for having violated her privacy like this, but a large part of him knew that it was necessary.
This life that he was enjoying was a second chance for him and his family. A second chance that cannot be fucked up by allowing a trojan into his life.
He also knew that it was a slippery slope, for if he could look into someone's mind so easily and made a habit of it, what chance did he have of ever trusting anyone outside his own family?
But he did want to trust this confusing, feisty, dangerous witch laying in his arms. He didn't just want to trust her because he'd seen inside her mind, but it was the other way around . He had looked inside her mind because he knew in his heart that he already liked her too much and it had happened too quickly. And he had no idea what to do about it.
Closing his eyes, he sighed and settled to cover them both with the summoned blanket.
These thoughts had to be put on hold for the morning when he could command the full use of his senses.
~~ .
Lily and James lay on their bed in a tangle of limbs, entwined with each other. Her head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while she hummed a muggle tune. James was already half asleep in the afterglow of their vigorous lovemaking and Lily had closed her eyes to think.
"Today was a success," she murmured.
James exhaled slowly into her tresses. "The kids looked happy, and Harry was great. Even John looked like he was enjoying himself, especially when he got to dance with Miss Granger."
"Hermione danced with him only because I asked her to," Lily yawned. "It was one dance and she didn't mind."
James didn't reply for a full minute and she smiled to herself. She could feel him frowning, trying to make sense of what she'd just said.
"But John likes Hermione," he muttered. "And his friend Ronald does too."
"But Hermione likes Harry," she returned.
"But that means-wait, you think so?"
Lily chuckled into his chest and he felt the vibrations all the way down to his semi-erect cock. "I don't think so. I know so. Whatever friendship John and Ronald have going on with Hermione, it doesn't compare."
"Wow," said James, "I had no idea."
She could only shake her head at her delightfully clueless husband.
"And Harry likes her too," James surmised, reaching down to palm her bare arse.
Lily wiggled and climbed higher to allow him better access. "You're catching up."
"Teenagers are so complicated," he whined.
As James continued to grope at her arse, Lily couldn't help but giggle at his antics. She snuggled deeper into his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
"It's cute how clueless you are about teenage romance," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.
James's hands stilled, and he looked down at her with a teasing expression. "I managed to win your heart, didn't I?"
Lily smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You did, but only after fucking half the witches the Hogwarts."
"Come on, admit it, you got a buzz out of it," he murmured huskily.
"Hmmph!" she smacked his chest, "That's not the point!" she protested weakly.
James only laughed, riling her up even more.
"And now Harry is following in your footsteps." she snarked.
"Oh?" he sounded interested.
Lily shook her head. "My poor son, now caught between three witches."
James was glad Lily wasn't looking at him because he wasn't sure he would be able to hide the fact that he knew that it wasn't three but four witches. Probably.
"He has you to guide him," he said, "and me to spoil him."
Lily snorted. "That's what I'm afraid of, you've already rubbed off on me because one of those three witches is the oneI am encouraging him to go for."
"What?" he said in disbelief, and then guffawed. "Oh, I know who! You invited Lavinia to the party. It's her daughter isn't it?"
"You're smarter than you look, Potter," she reached up to kiss him.
"Why though?" he asked when she pulled apart, breathless.
"What?" she asked, a little dazed from the kiss.
He kissed her forehead. "Why invite Lavinia's family? Don't you hate her guts?"
"Oh!" Lily shrugged. "We both knew Gerald. He was okay."
"We did, but that's not the reason you want...ah! I got it."
Lily gazed at him, a question in her eyes.
He took his sweet time in answering her unasked question.
"It will be a good revenge to have her daughter become one of Harry's conquests."
Lily smacked his chest again. "No!"
"One of his mistresses then?" he tried again.
"You're impossible!" she laid her head back down in the crook of his neck, one of her legs sliding up on him.
He caressed her lovely crimson hair. "Did he dance with her?"
She sighed. "He didn't want to, but I convinced him."
James nodded. "How?"
"Well, it went like this...I saw John dancing with Susan Bones and that his eyes were fixed more on Harry's partner than his own..."
~~ .
John was having a relatively good time, all things considered. He didn't have any expectations from the evening except stealing a few dances from some of the hottest witches he'd ever seen in his life, but other than that, he preferred to follow what his parents told him to do.
And that meant greeting and conversing with an untold number of people from all over, all intent on boring him to death with their choice of topics, the most recurring being stupid politics.
He suffered that with barely masked distaste, although sometimes his anger at his twin brother did overwhelm him.
How in Morgana's saggy tits had he made the gorgeous and scary two-time Under-17 duelling champion a friend that greeted him by kissing him three times on the cheeks?
And what was that deal with her sexy mother treating him as if she knew him for a lifetime?
John could never believe that a single summer would bring this much of an avalanche into his life, but this summer was proving to be very uneventful for him, and in all the worst ways.
He felt like he'd lost the respect of his friends when he'd promised them that he'd win the Under-14, only to lose before the quarterfinals. Then, his brother, the wizard who'd never shown any aptitude for duelling, had not only proceeded to wow Mum and Dad and essentially the entire audience through his participation in the Under-17, but also made them all his lifelong fans by winning the Merlin damned tournament.
Which seemed impossible if John hadn't witnessed his performance with his own eyes.
He looked around to see Harry in the middle of a conversation with some odd couple and tried hard not to glare in his general direction. John may be the Boy-Who-Lived, but tonight, and he suspected that for many more nights in the future, his brother was going to be the centre of everyone's attention.
A bloody fine Duelling superstar as he was now!
John swallowed the punch he'd been holding and returned the glass back to an elf and headed in the direction of a witch he'd been wanting to ask for a dance all evening. But before he could take a step in her direction, he was accosted by a busty redhead who was smiling at him.
He sighed inwardly as he led his Hufflepuff classmate to the dance floor.
He tried making some small talk with her, even complimented her on her looks, which he could admit was quite an improvement over the object of his attention just a few minutes ago.
So he decided to enjoy her company for the time being.
She gave him some bashful smiles, and he took her moments of inattention to stare at her gorgeous chest, those massive globes peeking temptingly at him from the top of her strapless dress. He could easily imagine a scenario in which he could seduce this witch. He would take her to his chambers, her shy and giggling self, a little tipsy from both exhaustion and the punch, just waiting to be devoured by him.
He was beginning to get lost in his daydream when his mind registered the fact that Harry was standing, no dancing just beside him, with Hermione in his arms.
And they weren't just dancing, he was practically *groping* her! All in the middle of the dance floor with hundreds of pairs of eyes. He turned to look at his parents and saw that his Dad was busy with some guests while his Mum was gazing in his direction happily.
Except it wasn't in his direction, he surmised. It was in Harry's direction.
He would've cried out at the injustice of the universe, if he could somehow keep Susan from being offended.
So he endured silently. He smiled and talked with his tipsy partner while fuming inside.
~~ .
"How did they look together?" James asked in wonder.
Lily smiled in satisfaction. "Oh, they looked wonderful!" she couldn't keep herself from gushing. "Harry held her so close to him, so delicately yet firmly as if he expected her to disappear if not for his strong, stable hands, and Hermione was-"
"Amazing!" James breathed.
"*Hermione* had a hand on his chest as she looked deep into his eyes and they swayed to the music. It could've been sheer intuition that made me pick that song at that time, because I swear James, it was so divine! They looked so perfect!"
"Oh Lily," James pulled Lily to him as he wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. "You're describing as if our son is in love."
Lily smiled beatifically. James could swear that he just fell in love with her all over again.
"I don't know, but Hermione is a good girl. It won't be a bad choice."
James nodded. "Of course it won't be a bad choice. I've heard Hermione described as if she was your clone. Muggleborn, bookworm. Brilliant but scary."
Lily laughed. "Were they talking? As they danced?" he asked.
"They were, and they seemed to be..." Lily trailed off, thinking for the right word. Then she smiled. "Content. As if being in each other's company was what mattered the most."
"Was Miss Granger receptive?" James wanted to know.
Lily nodded, her soft hair rustling against his head. "She was smiling at him the entire time."
"I hope he asks her to be his girlfriend before long."
"He should," Lily agreed, lifting her head up to look at him. "I could see that she was very comfortable in his arms."
"I wish I could've seen them," James mused.
She kissed his cheek. "I'm sure there will be many more times when we'll catch them behaving like an old married couple."
"Like us?" James asked cheekily. "I don't find you that old, Lily."
Lily rolled her eyes, laying her head back down, smiling despite herself. "I love you, James."
"As I love you, my Lily."
They lay in silence for a few moments before Lily spoke again.
"James, do you think Harry will be okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "I mean, with all the pressure of being The Boy Who Lived and dealing with Voldemort...and now adding romance to the mix?"
James stilled. "You're absolutely sure that he's the one?"
Lily sighed. "Not absolutely, but I'm confident that Harry is the one who is destined to face Voldemort," she admitted and then grew angry, "And we were so naive to put our faith in Albus."
"Never again," James agreed. "He sees the world very differently from us. It would be foolish to rely on him again."
"He has no family, no wife and no children. He's a lonely old man who likes to play chess with people who are foolish enough to believe in him," Lily sneered. "We might need his help, yes, but we'll never trust him again. Our sides are different now."
"We're on Harry's side."
Lily said nothing, only moved to straddle his hips.
"We have to do anything to help him succeed," she ground her core against his cock, which was now almost to its full mast. "We'll need to plan."
"Nothing that you've planned so meticulously has ever failed." James said proudly, groaning as she reached behind herself to grasp his dick in her hand.
"Except once," she murmured, angling it at her glistening pussy.
He sighed in a haze of lust and emotion. "But we got him back. We're not going to overthink how it happened now, right?"
She nodded, laying a kiss on his chest and sinking down on him completely. "No point in looking back."
"If we can't affect the past, why think about it?" Lily agreed with his sentiments, even though she didn't voice it, busy as she was now in grinding herself on his cock.
"So," James said grinning, "Melissa was staring at me again this evening."
Lily gasped.
~~ .
"Oh Bertha...I'm gonna-oh-OH!" panted her lover to make sure she could come at the same time as him.
Ludo wasn't doing that bad, considering how the girth of his belly was so much bigger than his cock. Now only if he stopped fumbling, reaching forward to look for her clit and instead focused purely on drilling her properly into the wall so she could at least try to find this affair satisfactory.
If she was perfectly honest with herself, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been truly satiated with a new lover, considering how long she'd been here for her work. This Triwizard Tournament had been truly nightmarish to setup, and for all intents and purposes, she was finally close to being done with it all.
As he pulled out of her, she realized that she'd once again wasted the past last few moments of their vigorous joining in thinking about something else rather than satisfying her aching body. Sighing, she turned to give him a kiss.
"Were you...um...did you..." he stammered, looking down.
She took pity on him. At the age of forty-two, he didn't look like he was getting much action from witches his age, yet alone witches more than a decade younger than him.
"It's okay, you were great!" she promised, "You can take care of me first next time," she winked.
He grinned, looking much more relieved. She realized how roguishly handsome he still looked as he pulled her into a feverish kiss. Perhaps that was one of the reasons how he'd maintained his reputation even after his career had ended so long ago.
She looked around his office, decorated splendidly with souvenirs from his time in the field. Trophies, badges, bats, and quaffles littered his desk and the walls.
"So, the timeline has been decided?" she asked, "Dumbledore agreed?"
"Tentatively," he confirmed, almost sheepishly, "You know how he is. Needs to look over everything himself, and do it thoroughly."
She nodded, resisting the urge to sigh. This had already taken too long, what was a few more days of waiting anyway? At least their work was finished.
"Let me accompany you home," he offered graciously, picking up his formal robes.
She hugged him. "No need, I'm gonna go grab a drink with a friend first." When he pouted, she shook her head. "Let me visit you again tomorrow."
He agreed and she left his office, taking the lift back to the atrium.
As she queued for access to a floo, her musings were interrupted by a voice from behind.
"Long day, huh?" a petite, mousy haired witch remarked, smiling.
Bertha smiled. "Somehow the summer keeps bringing in surprises."
The witch laughed and Bertha began to converse with her. Absentmindedly, she removed a flask from her robes and took a sip, wincing at the rancid taste. She still hadn't gotten used to the taste, after three long months.
"What's that?" the small witch asked curiously.
Bertha grimaced. "Just my medication. I will go crazy without it."
The witch behind her laughed lightly and Bertha went to take her turn in the floo.
Hopefully, she thought, remembering Ludo Bagman again, all of her hard work will finally come to fruition and she'll have some good news to convey to her...superiors.
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