Yaxley went for his wand first, but Harry was faster.

"Stupefy!" Harry started shouting even before his wand was fully in his grasp. The red beam of light shot forward at Yaxley, but the man literally threw himself out of the way of the curse. He landed hard on the ground and quickly scrambled into cover behind one of the stalls for cover.

"You're going to die tonight for what you did to our lord, Potter!" Yaxley shouted. "Avada Kedavra!"

The curse came flying from around the corner of the stall, but Harry was ready for it. He side-stepped out of the angle of attack and pressed his back to the front of the stall. "Not likely," Harry muttered as he readied himself. He bent his knees and listened carefully for any sign of movement. When he heard a creak in the floor, he leapt around the corner, firing a disarming charm at where Yaxley should be.

The disarming charm shot straight through the air and splashed harmlessly against the back wall. Harry's eyes searched for the missing Yaxley, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Fuck," Harry muttered as he slowly walked backwards, keeping his back towards the nearest wall. "Homenum Revelio," he said as he gave his wand a sharp hook downward. A wash of magical energy coursed through him and outward, covering every inch of the bathroom. Almost immediately, Harry felt a tug towards the ceiling. His eyes shot up and he was treated to the sight of a lone huntsman spider crawling along the ceiling tiles.

"An animagus," Harry exclaimed. That hadn't been in any report the Ministry had on Yaxley. The spider leapt off of the ceiling towards one of the stalls. "Accio spider!" Harry called out, hitting the spider just in time.

The spider was suddenly yanked back towards Harry as the spell took hold, but Harry wasn't expecting Yaxley to suddenly shift back in mid air.

"Oof!" All the air left Harry's lungs as Yaxley's human form collided with his chest. They were both knocked to the floor, and Harry's wand went flying out of his hand.

"Filthy blood traitor!" Yaxley cursed as he elbowed Harry's face. Harry tried to turn out of it, but the blow still caught his cheekbone and sent him reeling on the floor. Harry tried to scramble backwards but Yaxley was still on top of him. Yaxley caught one of Harry's hands with one of his own and then used his free hand to slug Harry across the jaw. As Harry's vision swam from the blow, Yaxley reached into his robes and grabbed his wand. "Avada Keda-"

The killing curse was stopped as Harry silently and wandlessly accioed one of the bathroom stall doors towards him. The door tore itself off of its hinges and clobbered Yaxley in the back of his head. The man let out a sharp cry as he bit down on his tongue. "Fuck you, Potter!" Yaxley groaned, spitting blood onto Harry's face as he spoke.

The blow had been enough that Harry was able to use his free hand to grab Yaxley's neck and pull the man off of him. Yaxley rolled onto the floor beside Harry, trying to get his wand pointed at Harry, as Harry kicked off of the man, propelling himself across the floor towards his discarded wand.

Harry flipped over onto his side as he fully extended his body out to reach for his wand. His fingers clasped around it quickly and Harry wasted no time in rounding on Yaxley who was struggling to his feet.

"Reducto!" Harry shouted just as Yaxley brought his own wand up and countered with: "Protego!"

It sounded like a gong had just been struck by a cannonball as Harry's spell exploded on contact with Yaxley's shield. Harry cringed at the painful sound, and Yaxley took the opportunity to turn and run.

"Diffindo!" Harry made several sharp lines with the tip of his wand and sent the severing charm hurtling towards Yaxley, who had just made it to the door out. As Yaxley pulled the door open, the severing charm hit his upper arm.

"Ah!" Yaxley cried out as his blood splattered onto the floor. His other hand instinctively clasped overtop of the deep gash on his arm as he lunged out of the bathroom.

"Damn it," Harry groaned as he got to his feet. His face and body were both sore, but he couldn't just let the target get away. He hoped the undercover Aurors had heard the fight going on, because otherwise there could be a lot of collateral damage if Yaxley felt the need to threaten the patrons of the Briar's Thorn in order to escape.

So, Harry chased after Yaxley's trail. It wasn't hard to follow; there was a trail of blood leading out of the washroom and onto the catwalk. The metal grating floor let a lot of the blood drip down below, but there was enough of it on the surface of the metal and on the wall beside the catwalk that Harry could immediately tell that the man had run down the stairs that Harry had used to get up here.

Parvati!

The thought of his friend endangered because he had failed to take down a suspect sent ice through his veins. Cursing under his breath, Harry practically sprinted to the staircase. Just as he reached the top, he made out two things below him.

First, Parvati was standing, leaning against the back wall. She was safe and unharmed, but she was staring at a commotion just a few feet away.

That commotion was what really drew Harry's attention. He spotted the dark-hair of Yaxley's polyjuiced form pushing through a crowd of people who all looked furious at the rude behaviour. That was when there was a flash of green light and one of the people dropped to the ground.

With the thrum of the music blaring out so loudly, Harry couldn't hear the people down below scream, but he could see it in the way that their mouths opened up and their throats shook. There was a flash of red light, and then another bystander went tumbling into a different crowd of people.

"Parvati!" Harry shouted as he took the stairs down two at a time. The Indian woman turned her head with a smile on her lips only for that look to disappear when she saw his disheveled state. "It's Yaxley!" Harry explained as he dashed past her.

The crowd at large in the Briar's Thorn had no idea what was going on. Between the music, flickering lights, and dancing, they could hardly tell that a Death Eater had just murdered a man. Even those that did realize that something was wrong, or who directly saw the man being killed, could do little other than scramble to safety. It would take another few minutes before pandemonium would truly spread, and Harry didn't have time to wait.

Where are the damn Aurors? Harry wondered as he squeezed through a cluster of three young witches. Yaxley was just ahead, fighting his way towards an unmarked door near the rear of the building. The man was frazzled, constantly looking over his shoulder in search of Harry, and clutching his injured arm.

Harry realized that he wasn't going to catch up to the man; he was too far forward and Harry was being slowed down as the crowd shifted around Yaxley's fleeing. However, there was no way that Harry was simply going to let the man get away. So, Harry raised his wand.

It'd be a hard shot through the mess of people that filled the dance floor, but Harry believed he could make it. It was a risky shot, something that the Auror Academy explicitly discouraged, but Harry wasn't just an average Auror. He knew he was better than his peers, and he even trusted some of them to make a shot like this if they believed they could hit it.

A second past, then two, then three. All the while, Harry kept tracking Yaxley's fleeing form with the tip of his wand. He had a clean shot, and a curse was on the tip of his tongue, but then a passerby crossed his path and Harry aborted his shot.

Growling in frustration, Harry took a few steps to the side for a better angle. Yaxley was getting close to the exit now, and it was going to be a close call.

Suddenly, there was a burst of sparks above everyone's heads. Harry had enough training to not look away despite the blinding light above his head, but it was enough to make the majority of the crowd shriek and duck. As they did so, Harry spotted Parvati in her stunning purple dress with her wand pointed up at the air above everyone's heads. She was the one that caused the sparks!

Well, Harry wasn't about to let her assistance go to waste. He saw Yaxley glance behind him once more, momentarily distracted by the sparks above everyone's heads.

"Diffindo!"

The jet of red light soared through the air at lightning-fast speed. Yaxley didn't even have time to blink before the spell struck his face. The man collapsed to the floor screaming as he clutched at his bloodied face.

The music died and bright overhead lights turned on, bathing the room in white light. The patrons of the Briar's Thorn were terribly disoriented, but Harry pushed forward, blinking away the pain from the sudden, all-encompassing, bright light. He shoved his way through the cowering crowd and reached Yaxley in just a few seconds. The man was screaming bloody murder as he rocked back and forth on his back. Both of his hands were up over top of his bloody face.

A quick stunning spell took Yaxley down for good. The man slumped into unconsciousness, and Harry finally got a good look at the damage he'd done to the man's face. It was a truly horrific sight, something that he saw a lot of during wartime. Yaxley's eyes had both been cleaved in two. Each section of his eyes laid lifelessly in their sockets. A deep gash stretched over the bridge of his nose and on either side of his eyes, reaching as high as high brow and as a low as on his cheekbone. It'd scar, and it was unlikely that St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries would be able to save his eyes; eyes were simply one of those tricky things that magic hadn't been able to fix perfectly yet, as was evidenced by the glasses Harry wore on his face.

Parvati was by his side moments later, and, to her credit, she didn't shy away from the sight. "He's finished then?" She said as she looked down with a mixture of anger and sadness on her face.

"He is," Harry nodded. "Once the Aurors get here, he'll be taken into custody."

It was barely more than a few seconds later than four undercover Aurors burst through the crowd with their wands drawn. Between all of the faces, Harry immediately recognized one of them: Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw from Harry's year at Hogwarts. The man's long black hair and somewhat gaunt features stood out clear as day under the bright light.

Annoyance filled Harry as the four Aurors spent several seconds surveying around, looking for other threats. "I'd still be defending myself if anything was going on," Harry snapped sharply.

"Sir," one of the Aurors dipped his head in an apology. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," Harry replied, uncertain if his face looked any worse for wear after the few blows from Yaxley. He looked at each Auror in turn. "What were you all doing? Didn't you see Yaxley tearing through the dance floor?"

The four Aurors shuffled their feet. In the end, only Michael was brave enough to answer. "We thought it was someone else unrelated to the investigation," Michael admitted sourly. "So we followed orders and stayed undercover."

"Even when he used the killing curse?" Harry exclaimed incredulously. "Who gave you the order to ignore your duty to the people of Britain?"

"Director Dawlish, sir," Michael answered.

Dawlish, fucking Dawlish. If Harry had been annoyed before, he was positively steaming now. What a colossal mistake that cost someone their life.

You were the one who cost someone their life, a voice in the back of Harry's head said to him. You were the one who let him escape in the first place.

"Damn it," Harry muttered under his breath. "Look, just keep the civilians out of the way and get reinforcements in here."

"They're already on their way," one of the other Aurors confirmed.

"Good. I'll be in the office to make my report," Harry told them as he swept around to face Parvati. He could see the look of concern on her face, but she quickly masked it when her eyes met his. "I'll need to bring you with me. It'll be quick; we just need to get a few statements on the record and then we can go."

"That was easier than I expected," Parvati sighed as she sat down on her couch back in her flat.

Harry snorted as he sank down onto the couch beside her. "I think the boys back at the office could tell how pissed I was."

Parvati hummed in agreement. "Dawlish wasn't there," she noted.

"Never is," Harry said. "He clocks in and out at the same time every day. He leaves all of the important after hours duties to his Senior Aurors."

"Pretty poor sense of leadership that is."

"I couldn't agree more."

Parvati turned to face Harry directly. "Is it true what they say in the papers, that Dawlish is deteriorating and all? Quite a few people have you pegged as his successor."

How much could he really tell her? Tonks was the only one he had ever told his plans to fully, though he was sure that Rita Skeeter and a few select others had some idea as well. Would she trust him if he told her his plans to become the Head Auror and eventually more than that? Would she still, after all these years, trust him to be the leader he was back in the DA, or would she be worried that his actions were too nefarious and underhanded? Would she warn others, even Dawlish himself, if she felt concerned?

Maybe in time he could tell her, but not tonight, Harry decided. This was just one night out. A great one, but still just one. Still, even if he couldn't reveal his plans and ideas completely, he could still lay down some of the foundations of his thinking. "He isn't the man he once was," Harry admitted. "You've seen the gaffs in the press. As far as my part to play in the future, I don't know if I'll be his successor. We don't always see eye to eye, and I'm sure that there are others who Dawlish believes would be better candidates."

"He'd be an idiot to think so," Parvati cocked her head to side, highlighting her long, smooth neck. "Both from what I've heard at the Ministry and from our mutual friends in the Auror Department, you're the best Auror on the force."

"Even if that is true, it doesn't change the fact that Dawlish can't promote someone who sees things very differently from him," Harry pointed out.

"Like how the Ministry handles punishing Death Eaters?" Parvati asked. A look of surprise must have crossed Harry's face because Parvati let out a little chuckle. "Come on Harry, we've all seen your words in the paper, and the weak punishments have always been a talking point at the parties with our friends."

"No one's ever mentioned anything to me about that," Harry said. Truly, they hadn't. At any party where the veterans of the Battle of Hogwarts get together, few people ever talked to him about the Death Eaters or how the Ministry has been giving them light sentences or avoided persecuting Pureblood families who still harboured dark artefacts.

"That's because you've already done so much for the world," Parvati leaned in. "A lot of us would hate to burden you in any way given how much you've done for us all."

"That's not right," Harry said honestly. "I don't want you all to hide things like that from me. I'd like to help in any way I can."

Parvati beamed up at him. "And that's why you'd make a fantastic Head Auror." She closed the last few inches between their faces and kissed him. She was much more aggressive this time, literally crawling on top of Harry as she mashed her lips against his. Harry turned and twisted his body so that he could lie back as Parvati straddled his waist. He leaned all the way back until he was lying flat on his back on the couch.

Kissing Parvati felt just as good and as intoxicating as it had earlier in the night. She was so enthusiastic that it was infectious. She rocked her body just the right way against him to make his blood stir in his veins and his desire flare.

Parvati moaned into his mouth as they kissed. One of her hands came up and ran along the front of his dress robes. She pushed her hand inside, slipping under the various fabrics until her hands touched the skin of his belly. She worked her away to his well-muscled chest.

Once he saw how far she was going to take this, Harry didn't hesitate in letting his hands roam either. He grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly started working his way up, giving Parvati a chance to put a stop to things if this was going to far. Instead, she kissed him all the more passionately and pressed herself firmly down against him. So, Harry let his hands come up and cup her ass cheeks.

Harry was hard now. His erection grew until he was at full mast. He knew Parvati knew it too because the tip of his cock was poking her leg. She wriggled against him, pushing his cock from side to side and sending burst of pleasure up his body from the pressure.

"You're driving me crazy," Harry muttered as Parvati sat up in his lap.

Parvati gave a sultry smile down at him. "Good," she replied, and in one smooth motion, she yanked open her purple dress robes. The layers of fabric fell away, pooling at her waist, and leaving her completely topless.

It wasn't the first time Harry had ever seen Parvati topless—one Christmas party a few years back had seen her, Lavender, and Susan Bones getting especially drunk and changing into their bikinis right in front of Harry and a few other men—but it was the first time that he was able to get a good look at her. Parvati's breasts were wonderfully round. While not the largest out of their friend group, she was still a little larger than average. Her puffy brown nipples sat perfectly on her breasts, already looking slightly stiff from the few minutes Harry and Parvati had been kissing.

There was no bashfulness or modesty in Parvati's face as she watched him drink in her topless form. "Like what you see?" She asked teasingly as one of her hands came up to cup her breast. She squeezed the orb of flesh in her hand, lifting it up slightly, and pinching her nipple in between a couple of her fingers.

Harry tightened his grip on Parvati's ass. "Very much. But I hope you're ready for what you've started."

"I think I can handle it," Parvati giggled. "Question is, can you handle me?"

"We'll see." And, with that, Harry suddenly reversed their positions. Parvati let out a yelp of surprise as Harry rolled over on the couch, using his strength to keep her from falling off, until he was on top of her. Parvati let out a gasping breath, making her breasts heave on her chest, as she brought her arms up around Harry's neck to keep him in place above her. Their eyes searched each other for just a minute before Harry leaned in and kissed her again.

Merlin, Harry was feeling randy. As he kissed Parvati, her hands ran though his hair and kept his head in place. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist too. As much as Harry wanted to touch her too, he was more focused on shedding his clothes. It wasn't too hard to pull off most of his dress robes. He shucked them back off of it, letting them pool behind him on the couch. He kept tearing at his clothes until he was just left in his underwear.

"I want you," Parvati breathed out in between kisses. She didn't give Harry any time to catch his breath before her lips were on his again, kissing him so feverishly that it was like this would be the last chance she'd ever have to kiss anyone.

Harry wanted her too. While Parvati's top half was bare, her dress still covered her lower half. Still, it was easy for him to pull her skirt up. He worked her dress up until all of the material was bunched around her waist, leaving her with just her silk, violet panties guarding her pussy from him.

Parvati shivered as Harry revealed her to him. He pulled her panties to the side, showing off her glorious mound which was incredibly damp with desire. Parvati's hands left his hair and went down to his crotch. She grabbed him through his underwear, her eyes widening at the sheer size and girth of him, before pulling down his underwear too.

Pushing his hips forward, Harry let his cock lay across Parvati's pussy. It stretched up onto her belly. Parvati broke the kiss just long enough to look down, pressing down her dress so that she could see just how long Harry's cock looked against her.

"Merlin," Parvati let out a little sound of delight. "You're so big." Her eyes flickered up to Harry's. "I want it inside of me. Now."

There was no need for much foreplay. As Harry grabbed his cock and angled the tip towards her entrance, he could feel just how wet and ready she was for him. All it took was a couple of rubs up and down before the head of his cock had enough lubrication to part her lips and push inside.

Parvati was panting for air before Harry was halfway inside of her. Her hands clutched at his hand, seeking any purchase they could find, and her thighs squeezed his hips as her pussy contracted around his cock. "Fuck," she moaned.

Harry chuckled at her reaction, but he too was being overwhelmed by the sheer tightness of her around his cock. He lowered his chest onto hers, feeling her pillowy breasts beneath his chest as he put his mouth by her ear. "You feel so good around me," he groaned, punctuating his statement by sliding another inch inside of her and making her gasp in reply.

"I've never had anything this big in me before," Parvati replied. "It's so fucking good though."

That it was. Harry took his time pushing deeper and deeper into Parvati, giving her several moments to adjust to his length. He repeated this cyclical performance until he was fully sheathed inside of her and his balls were resting on the curve of her ass.

"Oh!' Parvati let out a little gasp as Harry's body settled on top of her. Her arms squeezed him tightly. "Oh, Merlin."

Parvati's hot, tight, wet pussy felt incredible. Her walls were practically vibrating around him as they squeezed him. "Are you ready for me to move?"

"Mm hmm," Parvati answered, biting her lip and staring at Harry's face as he rose above her.

Getting onto his elbows, Harry slowly drew his hips back and pulled almost all the way out of Parvati. He could feel her walls contracting, trying to suck him back in. Then, when he was nearly out, he drove forward back inside of her, knocking all the air out of her lungs as he did it.

"Yes!" Parvati cried out breathlessly. When Harry filled her back up, she ground her pelvis against him.

With each thrust, Parvati was more and more able to adjust to Harry's size. It became easier to make smooth, steady thrusts over and over again. Harry didn't fuck her too hard, instead treating her with as much care as he could to keep her comfortable, but that seemed to be more than enough for Parvati who was writhing on the couch beneath him.

"Just like that!" Parvati moaned as Harry forced his hips forward. His balls smacked off of her ass, and his cock hit the back wall of her insides.

With one hand, Harry grabbed one of Parvati's breasts, squeezing it as he pushed inside of her again. Parvati's eyes locked onto his. They were wide open with desire, and her mouth was slightly agape, letting out little moans of pleasure with each thrust into her.

Harry had been with enough women to see how close to the edge she was. It had taken almost no time at all, but he already had her on the brink. He had heard many times from Tonks that his cock was curved just the right way to hit her g-spot easily, and his size and girth were enough to stretch a woman more than most other men could.

Parvati suddenly looked down again in between their bodies. Harry looked to, not stopping his thrusts, and watched as his slick cock disappeared in her pussy only to reappear half a second later. He glanced back up to Parvati's face to see her biting her lip.

"You're going to make me cum!" She announced as one of her hands slipped down to rub at her clit.

That was the announcement that told Harry to keep doing exactly what he was doing. He maintained his pace perfectly, pumping his cock in and out of Parvati as she franticly rubbed her clit until she let out a scream of delight as a tremor wracked her entire body. Her pussy spasmed, clamping down on Harry's cock with a vice-like grip.

Parvati dropped into a mindless stupor for a few moments as pleasure overrode her brain. Harry took the opportunity to kiss her jawline, going up to her ear and nibbling gently on it as her body went slack. After several seconds, Parvati let out a gasp for air and looked up at him.

"That was incredible," she told him breathlessly.

"I'm glad," he kissed her. "You feel amazing. And it was so hot to watch you cum like that."

"I've been missing out," Parvati laughed as she ran her hand down Harry's chest. "But you still haven't finished yet, have you?"

"No," Harry answered.

Parvati grinned at him. "On your back then."

Harry pulled out of her, much to his disappointment. The crisp air of her flat felt especially cold without her hot pussy around him. He let Parvati stand up, helping her when it looked like her shaky legs were about to give out, and then lied down exactly where she had been. Parvati wasted no time in climbing back on top of him, grabbing his cock, and slipping him back inside of her.

Parvati's hands slapped down on either side of his head as she sank down on top of him. Her breasts were squeezed in between her arms and were right in front of his face. "I can't believe none of us have ever had you like this before," she said as she rocked her hips against him. Parvati made one tentative movement up, lifting herself halfway up his cock before dropping back down. "You know, half of the women in our year would fuck the shit out of you just for who you are. The other half would too once they saw this monster that you're working with."

"I'll keep that in mind," Harry laughed. "But right now, all I care about is the beautiful witch on top of me."

That was obviously the right thing to say because the look Parvati gave him told Harry that he was in for the ride of his life.

Parvati spared no expense in lavishing Harry with her pussy. She rode him masterfully, her entire body flowing like water on top of him as she bounced on his cock. None of the women Harry had ever slept with could compare.

Harry's hands were on Parvati's ass, squeezing it as she rode him, and his eyes were focused on the visual feast of her breasts bouncing in front of his face. She moved so perfectly, that it was no wonder that Harry was straining to hold on barely a minute into the adventure.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, throwing his head back. Parvati giggled on top of him but didn't stop aggressively bouncing on his cock.

"You like that? You like me bouncing on your cock like this?" Her teasing words sent sparks through his body. "You know," she said, leaning in closer to his face. "We could make this a regular thing, if you were interested."

Was he interested? What a silly question to ask.

"Of course I'm interested," Harry groaned as Parvati sank down on his cock completely. "I'm-"

Harry's words were cut off as Parvati bounced on his cock again, and suddenly he felt his orgasm hit.

"Ugh," the strangled cry left Harry's lips as he felt his cum shoot up his cock and into Parvati's pussy. His orgasm tore through his body hard, making his cock all the more sensitive to the sensation of Parvati's pussy stroking the cum out of him. He slumped back on the couch and relished in the feeling of Parvati's tight, hot, wet pussy milking him for all the cum he had to give.

When his orgasm faded, Harry grabbed Parvati's arms and pulled her down onto him. With their bodies fully pressed up against each other, Harry kissed her deeply. They stayed like that for a while, kissing and slowly rubbing their bodies against each other. However, Harry's cock never softened.

Eventually, there was enough stimulation for Harry's cock to start jumping inside of Parvati's pussy again, and she took notice. She pushed herself up off of Harry's chest and grinned down at him.

"Ready for another round?"

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