Chapter 37
Ron stomped up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, called out the password, and shoved open the door to the Gryffindor common room. His knuckles were red and chapped from the cold. He expected the place to be quiet. It was almost time for dinner, and most of the Tower had gone down to the Great Hall. But there was a gaggle of third and fourth-year blokes bunched up near the fire, wrappers and Chocolate Frog cards scattered all over the rug.
The fire crackled loudly, tossing flickering shadows across the room. The guys were opening frog after frog, laughing, and stuffing their mouths with chocolate before the enchanted sweets could leap away. Ron was already in a foul mood. Flitwick had made him redo his essay, and he had spent the last two hours in the library rewriting the entire thing. He set his book bag down and scanned the scene. He noticed right off that Dean and Seamus were at the heart of it, with three others orbiting them and hooting at every card pull.
Ron sneered at the mountain of chocolate wrappers. "Are you lot trying to overdose on sugar or something?" he said, but it came out meaner than he intended.
Seamus grinned back with chocolate-smeared lips. He held up a stack. "Oi, Ron! You want in? We got three Fleurs and a Susan Bones so far. She's barely even wearing …"
Dean cut him off with a cackle. "Just wait. The new batch is filthy. They must've gotten desperate for attention." He ripped open another box, and a brown frog flopped onto his hand. The card fluttered free and landed face-up on the rug.
A mop-headed third-year named Pidge snatched it up. "No way! Look! I haven't seen this one before!"
They mobbed in for a look, and the card went round the circle twice before Seamus whooped so loud Ron flinched.
"Holy shit," Seamus said. "Is that … it is! You've got to see this."
He held the card high. "Check it out, you sad git!" he hollered at Ron, as if taunting a wounded animal. "Is this your mum?"
Ron froze, and every nerve lit up in his arms and ears. "You're shitting me," he said, hoping they were just busting his bollocks.
"Mate, I can't believe Potter got her to pose. He's the luckiest bloke in the world," Seamus said with awe in his voice, shaking the card so the picture flashed in the firelight. "And she's …"
Pidge crowed, "Look at the tits on her!"
Dean and the others dissolved into hyena-like laughter. Even the older female prefect trying to read by the window snorted and quickly looked away.
Ron stalked over, his shoes thumping menacingly on the floor. He didn't even bother with pleasantries. He snatched the card out of Seamus's hand. The edges were smeared with fingerprints from all the fingers that had touched it. The Chocolate Frog card was titled "Molly Weasley: Witch of the Hearth," which was bad enough, but the moving picture was worse. Ron stared at the image with an open mouth.
Molly sat on her own bed at the Burrow. He could immediately tell that it was her room. He'd seen it hundreds of times before. She was on her knees with one arm covering her ample chest, but it was doing a terrible job of covering her tits. Her boobs spilled out over the top, jiggling with every movement. Molly adjusted, spread her knees wider, then caught sight of Ron watching her. She grinned and gave a sheepish, taunting wave.
The next instant, she leaned forward, squeezed her tits together, and made them bounce in a way that seemed physically impossible for a woman her age. Ron's mind nearly went blank. There was a hint of light pink areola threatening to break free each time she shifted. His eyes followed as Molly giggled, tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, then slowly crawled toward the edge of the bed.
She turned around and arched her back, giving a clear shot of her thong-covered ass. Her panties were little more than a thin string that strained to cover her plump pussy lips. He could see the slightly darker skin of the rim of her asshole, but the string covered the actual hole. As she wiggled, the camera lingered on the way her cheeks bounced. Then, as if to taunt him further, she reached back and jiggled one butt cheek in each hand, giggling and mouthing something about "naughty boys." She blew a kiss straight at Ron.
Every sound in the room faded except for the soft, wet smack of chocolate in someone's mouth. Ron felt a flush rise up his neck, searing his face with redness. His heart battered in his chest.
"Bit of all right, that one," said Pidge, which brought the room roaring back.
Dean piped up, "Hey, is that her real room? It looks like your house in the background."
Seamus snorted, "It probably is. She's a kinky little bugger, ain't she, Ron?"
The laughter crashed down around him, and Ron's hands shook so hard the card nearly slipped. He had never wanted to punch someone more than he did right then. Instead, he crumpled the card in his fist, hard enough that the edge cut into his palm.
Seamus lunged for the card. "Oi, give it back!" He grabbed at Ron's wrist, but Ron shoved him away.
"Don't talk about her like that," Ron growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Seamus smirked, but Dean stepped in, his face gone cold. "It's just a laugh, mate. Nothing personal."
Ron didn't answer. He just squared his shoulders and stared at Dean like he was daring him to say more. Dean shrugged. "I guess some of us just have better-looking mums than others."
That broke Ron. He swung wildly and clumsily and caught Dean right on the cheekbone. Dean staggered and put a hand to his face, then retaliated with a fast punch to Ron's jaw.
They crashed to the rug in a tangle of arms and legs, cards scattering everywhere. Seamus cheered them on, Pidge cowered behind an armchair, and the other boy started chanting "fight! fight! fight!" like a lunatic. The Prefect got up and began shouting at them, trying to break up the fight. When she couldn't, she stomped out of the common room, going straight to McGonagall.
Ron got a knee in Dean's side and tried to roll him over, but Dean was wiry and strong, and he twisted away. Ron landed another fist to Dean's shoulder, then Dean slammed his forehead into Ron's nose. Stars burst in Ron's vision.
"Fucking hell!" Ron howled.
They broke apart, panting, and Dean spat a glob of blood onto the carpet. Seamus was already picking up the fallen Chocolate Frog cards, inspecting them for damage. Ron wiped his nose and saw blood on his hand. He glared at the others. "You're all a bunch of degenerates," he spat.
Seamus grinned, not even sorry. "We didn't make the cards, mate. Don't shoot the messenger."
Ron looked down at the crumpled Molly Weasley card in his hand. The image had a tear through the middle, but Molly was still on her knees, still beaming and waving. Ron wanted to torch the thing right there in the fireplace, but his hands were shaking too much.
Dean, rubbing his face, snorted. "She really is fit, though."
Ron lunged again, but this time Seamus and the other bloke held him back, laughing even harder.
"Relax, Weasley," said Seamus. "Everybody's mothers and sisters do this kind of thing. Besides, you should be proud. Nobody else's mum gets her own card."
Ron snarled. "You lot are despicable."
He broke free of Seamus's grip and stormed toward the boys' staircase. The laughter trailed after him, but so did the abject humiliation. This wouldn't go unanswered. Ron promised himself that much.
Red Light District
Apolline Delacour draped herself across the duvet, propped up on her elbows, with her chin balanced lightly in one palm. Her other hand trailed along the bedspread, then up and down the curve of her own thigh. She wore nothing but a white thong, and the thin string bit perfectly into her hips. The fabric was so small it vanished between the thick cheeks of her ass.
The room was nice and warm, heated by the glow of the fire in the hearth. Outside, the windows showed Hogsmeade with its dark slate roofs dusted with frost. The Three Broomsticks' rented room was above the kitchens, and the sweet, sticky scent of butterbeer drifted up from the floorboards.
Harry stood at the foot of the bed, his camera ready, trying to look cooler than he felt. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and his hair was a disaster as always. Apolline graced him with a gorgeous smile, and her blue eyes glittered in the firelight. Needless to say, his cock was straining in his trousers.
" 'ow is this?" Apolline asked, her sexy French accent making his cock twitch. She stretched out a little further, one arm over her head. The pose was calculated, practiced, and perfect. She was obviously a pro. Her breasts flattened against the duvet, and the smooth curve of her side pulled tight over her ribs. The strings of her thong dug deep into the flare of her hips.
Harry watched her through the viewfinder and clicked off a shot. "Bloody hell," he said, lowering the camera. "You're a natural."
Apolline smiled slowly, enjoying being admired. "I 'ave 'ad practice," she said. Her voice was even softer than usual. "In France, modeling is a tradition. You must learn to control every inch of your body. It is an art."
"You really do," Harry agreed. He stepped closer and snapped another photo, then a third. "You always know exactly where to put your hands. The other girls could learn a lot from you."
Apolline rolled onto her back and arched up, stretching like she was waking from a dream. Her nipples pressed hard against the bare skin of her chest, but her arm fell in just the right way to cover them from the camera. She lifted her knees, then opened her thighs, letting the string of her thong pull tight against her mound. The white fabric nearly disappeared, and the lips of her pussy made a perfect V at the crotch. Harry's mouth went dry. He snapped three more shots before she giggled.
"You are blushing, 'arry," Apolline smirked. "Do you not like to look?"
"I like it a lot," Harry said honestly. "You just keep surprising me. Every time I think I've seen the best part, you show me something new."
"Come closer," Apolline said, and she crooked her finger.
Harry moved up to the edge of the bed. Apolline sat up, swinging her legs over the side. She let her knees fall open, and the fabric of her thong vanished completely into the deep crease of her pussy. Apolline traced her finger along the waistband, then tugged lightly at the knot on one side, but she didn't undo it yet.
"Do you want to see more?" she teased.
"All of it," Harry said. There was no point in lying.
A satisfied smile spread across her lovely face. "Then you must photograph every detail," she said, and she leaned back again, resting her weight on her hands behind her. Her chest thrust forward, and her hard, crinkled nipples pointed directly at his face.
She spread her knees apart, and the wetness at the crotch of her panties was plain to see. Harry zoomed in and captured the way the fabric stuck to the shape of her pussy.
"You like?" she asked teasingly.
"Yeah," Harry said, and his voice cracked just a little.
"Good," Apolline purred. "Because there is more." She lay flat on her back, then pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging her legs. Her pussy was completely exposed now, and the thong was lost between her lips. She let her thighs fall open, showing him the shiny pink wetness underneath. She tilted her hips to make sure Harry could see everything. Harry took the shot, then another. He couldn't stop.
Apolline let go of her knees and ran her palms down her shins, then back up to her thighs. She traced two fingers along the edge of her thong, then hooked them inside and tugged outward. The fabric pulled tight, showing every contour of her flushed womanhood.
She smiled up at him. "You may remove them, if you wish," she said.
Harry put the camera down on the nightstand. His hands shook slightly from his eagerness, but he knelt on the bed beside her and reached for the knot. Apolline was still, breathing deep and slow while watching his face. He tugged gently, the bow came loose, and the thong sagged. Harry slid his hand under her thigh and pulled the other knot. The second bow fell apart instantly, and the string slipped from her hips.
He pulled the thong down slowly, not wanting to miss a single detail. It peeled away from her mound with a wet little sound. The lips of her pussy were flushed, pink, and puffy, and so smooth he didn't see a single hair. Apolline grinned up at him, not the least bit shy. "You like bald pussies, yes?" she asked.
"Definitely yes," Harry said, nodding dumbly. "It's amazing." He breathed in the thick, heady scent of her wet pussy, and his cock throbbed with need.
Apolline rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up, her arm tucked under her head. She stretched her top leg, pointing her foot like a dancer, and let her other hand drift up to her breast. She cupped and squeezed it so the flesh bulged between her fingers. She then traced around the nipple with her thumb. Harry reached for the camera and took three more shots.
"Is it good?" she asked, never breaking eye contact.
"It's perfect," Harry said.
She rolled onto her belly and arched her back, lifting her ass into the air. She bent her knees, spread them wide, and then dipped her chest down and rested her chin on her forearms. Her long, silvery blonde hair spilled down her back in thick, luxurious sheets. Harry could see her cunt, shiny, open, and glistening just below the curve of her ass. Her asshole was small and tight, puckering teasingly at him. The pale hole was ringed with a faint blush.
Apolline wiggled her hips. "Do not be afraid," she said, teasing him further. "Take a closer photo."
Harry did just that. He crept up until the lens was only a foot away, then focused tightly on the way her pussy drooled onto the bedspread, and the way her asshole puckered with every breath. He took the shot.
"Beautiful," he said softly, not even realizing he'd spoken.
Apolline giggled out a soft, sweet sound. "You 'ave a very good eye," she told him. "And a very 'ard cock," she added, glancing back at the obvious bulge in his jeans.
Harry looked down and shrugged sheepishly. "It's hard not to," he said. It was a valid excuse when a naked goddess was sprawled out in front of him.
"Why do you not take it out?" Apolline asked. She was sprawled on the bed, her fingers tracing slow patterns on the inside of her thigh. Her wet pussy was on full display. "You are my photographer, and it is tradition. You are allowed to enjoy my body."
Harry hesitated for half a second. He set the camera aside, pulled his t-shirt over his head, then unbuttoned his jeans. He shucked them off, and his cock bounced free, already hard and ready.
Apolline watched his enormous cock bounce around. "Magnifique," she breathlessly stated, her accent growing heavier with each word. "It is so large. I 'ave always 'oped to 'ave one of this size inside me."
Harry crawled onto the bed, his hands on either side of her hips, and bent down to kiss her belly. Her skin was soft and hot, tasting faintly of honeydust. Apolline shivered as he kissed and nipped at her delicate skin.
She rolled onto her back and beckoned him closer. "Take one more picture," she moaned. "So you will always remember this day."
Harry fumbled for the camera and pointed it at her face. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, and her eyes were wide and hungry. Her chest rose and fell in rapid little breaths, and her nipples stood out stiff and perfect on her tits.
He clicked the shutter. He then took another as she reached down and spread her own pussy, showing him the glistening pink inside. She cupped her mound and moved her fingers up the crease, dragging a strand of wetness up to her clit. Her lips parted, and she let out a slow, warm sigh.
"Now," she said. "You must take me."
Harry put the camera down and climbed onto the bed. Apolline pulled him down, and their lips met. Her lips tasted sweet, and her tongue was hot and very soft. She grabbed his cock and aimed it at her entrance, but didn't let him in. Instead, she stroked it along her pussy lips, smearing herself all over him.
"You are strong," Apolline said, her breath hot on his neck. "But are you gentle?"
"Sometimes," Harry said, and kissed her again.
Apolline smiled and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer. "I will teach you to be both," she promised.
Harry grinned, dizzy with lust. He braced himself over her, every muscle quivering with anticipation. But Apolline wasn't ready to rush. She pulled him down until their bodies pressed together, and her breasts smashed flat against his chest. She reached down and guided his cock between her thighs, just resting it in the slick valley. She rocked her hips and rubbed the tip against her clit, over and over, making herself even wetter.
Harry gasped. "You're driving me insane."
Apolline giggled, then pushed him over onto his back. She straddled him, and her tits swung in front of his face. Harry caught her nipple as it swung by, and he sucked it into his mouth. "You must let me 'ave control," she said, and her eyes were fierce and playful at the same time.
She ran her hands up and down his body, then pressed her pussy to his cock and slid up and down the length, never letting him in. She just ground against him, coating his shaft in her juices. She bent and kissed him, then sucked his earlobe between her teeth. After having her fun teasing him, she finally sat up straight, grabbed his shaft with one hand, and lined him up with her entrance. Harry looked up at her, breathless.
"Ready?" Apolline asked.
"God, yes," Harry replied.
Apolline grinned, then slowly and torturously lowered herself onto him, her eyes locked on his the entire time. The feeling was almost overwhelming. Harry let out a grunt as she took him in, inch by inch. She was so tight and so wet that he thought he might lose control before it even began. Her silky walls clung to him like a latex glove.
Harry groaned, grabbed her hips, and thrust upward, but Apolline held steady, working her hips in tiny circles, and milking every bit of pleasure from his body. She rode him with the slow, steady grace that only a Veela could pull off. Her hands gripped his chest, and her nails dug in with every bounce of her hips.
"Do you like 'ow I feel?" she purred. Harry nodded, too far gone for words. "Good," Apolline said. "Because I like 'ow you feel, too. My 'usband does not appreciate my body as much as 'e used to. Even so, 'e is not nearly as blessed as you are. It is such a shame."
"His loss is my gain," Harry said, then moaned loudly as she squeezed him with her pussy. Apolline giggled and rolled her hips in a figure eight pattern, milking his cock with every sway of her wide, womanly hips.
She moved faster, grinding down on him, and her tits bounced and flopped with the sway of her body. She reached down and stroked her clit, rubbing fast and hard. The muscles inside her clenched, and Harry felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Apolline threw her head back and thrust out her perfect chest, making her perky tits jiggle. "Yes," she cried out. "Just like that. Fill me, 'arry."
Harry bucked his hips, losing control. He grabbed her ass with both hands and held her down as he thrust up into her. The pleasure hit all at once, and he emptied himself into her. Every spurt of his cock drew a fresh moan from Apolline.
She came at the same time, and her pussy clamped down hard, milking every drop. Her whole body trembled, and she babbled in French. Harry didn't understand what she was saying, but judging by the way her silky walls fluttered around his shaft, he got the gist of it. For a minute, they just stayed like that, panting with their bodies still fused together. Her pussy was still trying to milk his cock as Harry caressed her soft, smooth skin. Then Apolline bent and kissed him slowly and deeply.
"Your cock is even better than I 'oped," she said, her voice thick and satisfied. She wiggled her hips, making sure every last drop had been deposited.
Harry grinned, exhausted and happy. "It's nice to be appreciated."
Apolline rolled off him and stretched out on the bed. Harry ran a hand up her smooth belly and kissed her naked breast. Apolline shuddered when he kissed the hard tip of her pink nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair and looked over at him with a soft expression.
"You will always remember this night, yes?" Harry smiled and nodded. He would never forget it. Apolline kissed him deeply before pulling away with a sexy smile.
"I assure you … it will not be our last," she said and giggled loudly as Harry rolled between her thighs, hooked the back of her knees under his arms, and folded her body in half.
Red Light District
Ron took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the twinge in his bloody nose. The adrenaline from the fight hadn't faded yet, and every step fueled his rage. He hit the fourth floor, cut down a side corridor, and banged on the door marked PRIVATE: NO ENTRY. Inside, Fred and George's voices were already arguing over something. He barged in without knocking.
The Weasley twins were crouched at a makeshift worktable, littered with cauldrons, vials, and a spread of candy wrappers. There was a giant battered cardboard box on the floor, packed tight with Chocolate Frog card packs. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands.
George looked up and snorted. "Ahoy, Ronniekins! Have you come to make a purchase?"
Fred wagged a card at him. "Or maybe you're here to try and scrounge some freebies again?"
"Shut up," Ron said. He slammed the door behind him and stalked across the room. "Have you two seen the cards?"
Fred rolled his eyes. "We sell them, little brother. Of course, we've seen them. I have a growing collection myself."
"That's not what I mean," Ron said. "Have you seen the card of Mum?"
George cocked an eyebrow. "You mean Witch of the Hearth? Everyone's trying to get that one."
Fred grinned. "It's second only to the new one of Fleur in a micro bikini. That one's a work of art. I've got three in mint condition."
Ron's hands clenched tightly. "It's not funny. It's sick. Did you know Harry was taking those pictures?"
Fred and George exchanged a look. Fred leaned back until the chair stood on two legs, his hands behind his head. "Mum wrote us and told us she was going to pose for Harry. She said she'd always regretted not staying in the business, and she wanted to help out."
"She … what?" Ron blinked in confusion, thrown by the news.
George shrugged. "She said you'd probably be weird about it, but she wanted to 'support your friend's enterprise' and 'show a bit of Weasley pride.'"
Fred nodded. "Good on her. If you've still got it, why not show it off and earn some gold?"
Ron stammered, "She's mental. You're all mental."
George looked at him like he was stupid. "You know it's not just her, right? Hannah's on a dozen cards. Rosmerta, Professor Sinistra, Bellatrix …" he said, counting all the witches on the cards. "Even Ginny will have her own line next year. There are even Hermione groupies in Slytherin. We're entrepreneurs, Ron. This is the market."
Fred grinned. "Besides, it's not like the photos are even that dirty. At least, not compared to what some of those Beauxbatons girls get up to."
Ron grabbed a card off the desk and shoved it under Fred's nose. "This isn't dirty to you? She's in a thong. Her ass is out. She's … she's …"
George plucked the card away and flipped it for Fred to see. "Wow, look at the technique. They even got the freckles."
Fred looked at the card, then said, "Honestly, Ron, you need to grow up. You're the only one bothered by this."
"I'm not bothered by it," Ron lied. "It's just … it's embarrassing. Everyone in the castle's talking about it."
Fred shrugged. "They're talking about Harry … or Fleur … or Hermione. Mum's just one of the crowd. Even Dad wrote to us and asked us to send him one of those cards so he could brag about her at work. If anything, you should be proud. She's a legend now."
"She earned a hundred galleons from the one shoot. That's more than Dad earned all last year. She's even doing another photoshoot with Harry next week, and she'll get another hundred. She's talking about taking the family on holiday this summer," George explained.
Ron glared at him. "You lot are disgusting."
George shrugged again. "You don't have to look at it, you know. Just ignore it."
Ron stared at them, his jaw tight and his pulse pounding in his ears. He wanted to say something that would put them in their place, but every time he tried, it just sounded hollow and stupid in his head.
Fred said, "If you keep being a whiny baby about this, you're going to end up alone and pathetic. No one wants to shag a mummy's boy who can't even look at a picture."
George nodded, "It's just tits, Ron."
Fred added, "And a bit of bum."
Ron gave them both the finger and spun around. He slammed the door behind him so hard the hinges rattled.
He heard George say, "He'll thank us someday."
"Doubtful," Fred snorted in amusement.
Ron wanted to scream, but instead, he just stomped away with his fists balled, vowing to get the last word next time. He didn't even make it two corridors before he saw three third-years trading cards on the stairs. One of them was holding the coveted Molly Weasley card. They didn't even notice Ron passing.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept walking, feeling like the only sane person in the castle.
Chapter 38
Bellatrix's classroom looked like a cross between a high-end brothel and a medical theater. It was softly lit with torches, with thick velvet curtains drawn over the windows. Instead of desks, there were several rows of plush armchairs. At the front, set slightly above the floor on a dais, was a massive bed. The frame was black, the silk sheets were dark green, and the mattress was wide enough to fit an entire Quidditch team. Tonight, it was just Harry and Bellatrix on the sheets, both of them completely nude.
Bellatrix lay beside Harry, her body pressed against his from hip to shoulder. She looked nothing like a typical instructor. Her long black hair was loose, pooling around her shoulders and over Harry's chest. Her pale skin glowed in the flickering light. She had one leg draped over his, and she gently dragged her toes up and down the length of his calf. Bella let out a yawn and lazily stretched like a cat. Her arms were slim and elegant, and her hands never stopped roaming. One palm was flat on his chest while the other ran gentle circles around his navel.
He shivered at her touch, and she bit his shoulder just hard enough to send a jolt through him. Bella then gently kissed the damp bite mark. She then smiled, kissed his neck, and whispered, "You always taste so good."
In the audience, the girls watched and waited. None of them wore a stitch of clothing. They lounged with their legs splayed over the arms of their chairs or tucked under themselves. Every eye was on the bed, and every set of nipples was stiff and flushed. Harry could feel their gazes on him, and all that attention prickled his skin. He obviously knew every girl in here. Hell, he'd fucked each of them dozens of times. There were Parvati, Daphne, Susan, Hannah, and many more. All of them were unapologetically staring at his massive erection. At the end of the front row, Hermione sat with her knees together, back straight, and hands balled into trembling fists. She pressed her thighs tight, unconsciously rubbing them together as she watched.
Daphne and Tracey sat together, their chairs barely touching. Both girls had one hand between their own thighs, but they spent more time teasing each other. Daphne's fingers slid up Tracey's slick mound, and Tracey shuddered. They exchanged a knowing look, and their eyes were hooded with arousal. Neither missed a moment of the demonstration.
Pansy was the opposite of subtle. She had her legs spread wide and her ankles hooked over the arms of her chair. She played with her clit, circling and flicking the hard nub with two fingers while watching Harry's cock with hungry delight. She moaned loudly, not caring who heard.
Bellatrix finally closed her hand around Harry's shaft. She squeezed it gently and pumped it a few times. The sensation made his back arch. "Are you ready for your lesson, ladies?" she called out, grinning with a knowing smirk.
"Yes, Professor!" they all simultaneously answered. Some giggled, and others moaned.
Bellatrix began to stroke Harry's cock with a slow, practiced rhythm. She kept her eyes on his face, watching for every twitch and shiver. "He's a bit sensitive today," she told the girls. "Especially here …" She paused to graze her thumb over the spot just below the head. Harry's hips bucked and let out a low moan. Bellatrix laughed softly. "See?"
Pansy's hand moved faster, and she rocked her hips in tiny, desperate thrusts. Pussy juice was dribbling from her slick cunt and pooling on her tight, puckered hole.
Bellatrix shifted and partly rolled on top of Harry so her tits pressed against his arm. Harry could feel how stiff her nipples were. She nibbled at his earlobe, then purred, "I could make him cum in less than a minute, but where's the fun in that?" Bella then sensually kissed his lips.
She turned to the crowd, and her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Miss Chang!" she snapped, not looking away from Harry's cock.
Cho shot up from her seat, already flushed with excitement. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Her skin was like freshly churned cream, her hair glossy and black, and her breasts were perky and round. Her pink nipples were stiff, crinkled, and ready to be sucked. Her waist was tight, her hips were flared, and her ass was round and perfect. She practically bounced to the edge of the dais, proudly displaying her perky, jiggling tits. She smiled happily when she noticed Harry staring at them.
"Yes, Professor?" she said, and her voice trembled just a little.
Bellatrix didn't bother with pleasantries. "Now, Miss Chang," she began. "You have exactly thirty seconds to make him cum with your mouth. If you fail, you owe me a twelve-inch essay on what you could have done better."
Cho thought about it and nodded. "Easy," she said, climbing onto the bed and settling between Harry's spread legs. Her eyes were locked on his battering ram of a cock.
Bellatrix raised her hand like a referee, then chopped it down. "Go."
Cho dropped between Harry's legs instantly. Her hands locked around the base of his cock, and her mouth dove straight down onto the head. There was zero warm-up. She just opened her lips, sealed them tight, and drove him straight to the back of her throat. Her tongue was flat and wide, and she worked it along the underside as she bobbed her head.
Harry's hands shot to her hair, threading through the dark silk. He wasn't rough, but he couldn't help but guide her. He needed to cum almost as badly as she wanted to make him cum. Cho's cheeks hollowed as she sucked, then relaxed as she took him deeper. The wet, obscene sound of it echoed off the stone walls. All the girls leaned forward in their chairs, mesmerized by the sight.
Cho didn't use her hands except to steady herself. She just worked her mouth up and down, swallowing every inch she could handle. Her nose bumped his skin with every stroke. She moaned around his cock, making his vision blur.
Bellatrix looked on with a bored amusement, drumming her fingers on Harry's thigh. "Not bad," she said. "But you'll never make him cum at that pace. You need to be faster and rougher."
Hermione gasped softly. Pansy licked her lips. Daphne gasped as Tracey gently rolled her swollen clit between her fingers.
Cho took the hint. She sped up, bobbing her head with aggressive speed and force. She twisted her neck to get even more leverage. Harry felt the heat rising in his stomach, and he felt the tingle at the base of his spine.
Bellatrix kept count. "Fifteen seconds," she declared.
Daphne moaned as Tracey worked her clit faster. Tracey bit her lip, her eyes wide and aroused.
"Ten," Bellatrix purred while caressing Harry's skin.
Cho deepthroated him, then pulled off with a wet gasp. She spat on his cock, then rammed it back in, faster and harder.
"Nine. Eight. Seven …"
Harry's balls tightened, and his whole body trembled. He squeezed Cho's hair, holding on for dear life.
"Six. Five …"
Cho locked eyes with Harry as she sucked. Her lips were stretched tight around his shaft. She looked up, pleading with her eyes.
"Four …"
He felt it coming like an unstoppable wave.
"Three …"
Cho doubled down, twisting and flicking her tongue around the head.
"Two …"
Harry's whole body jerked, and his hips thrust up into her mouth.
"One. Time!" Bella called out.
Cho was still sucking when Bellatrix grabbed her by the hair and gently pulled her off. A long strand of saliva snapped between Cho's lips and the tip of Harry's cock. He was seconds from blowing, but not quite there. Cho panted with spit running down her chin. She looked dazed and frustrated.
Bellatrix smirked and patted her on the cheek. "Almost … but not quite. Take your seat, Miss Chang."
Cho wiped her mouth and glared. She shuffled back to her chair, her ass wiggling as she went. All the girls sighed in collective disappointment or admiration.
Bellatrix stroked Harry's cock, maintaining his near-orgasmic state. She looked down at him and smirked. "You're going to make such a mess when you finally pop, aren't you?" she teased.
"Yes," Harry groaned while Bella rubbed the underside of the head with her thumb.
Bellatrix smirked, and her eyes glinted with desire. She rolled onto her back, pulled Harry's hand to her breast, and let him knead the soft flesh. She didn't stop stroking him while he had his fun with her. The desperate girls watched, waiting to see who would be chosen next.
Bellatrix milked Harry's cock with both hands, and each stroke was faster than the last. He thrust up into her grip, slid his hand between her legs, and stroked her wet pussy. Bellatrix let out a throaty laugh.
"Oh, my! You're eager tonight, aren't you?" she purred. She leaned in and kissed his chest, just above his heart. Her lips were warm, soft, and greedy. "I'll allow it, for now."
She let go, wiped her palm on the silk sheets, and then called out, "Miss Bones, front and center!"
Susan shot up from her chair with a big, bashful grin. She moved with a sexy confidence. Her wide hips swayed as she strode down the aisle. Her body was a walking wet dream. She had big, perky tits with fat pink nipples, wide hips, and a narrow waist. Her stomach was soft and smooth, and her jutting ass jiggled with every step. Susan was wet already, and Harry could see her pussy lips glistening in the soft light.
Bellatrix gestured to the bed. "You've got the best tits in the room. Use them."
Susan bit her lip and crawled onto the mattress, her eyes wide with excitement. She looked at Harry and slid her hands up her tits. She lifted them high and let them drop with a spectacular bounce. Her hands were shaking. She was dying to be touched.
"Use those wonderful breasts to make him moan," Bellatrix instructed, pointing at Harry's cock. "You'll be using them quite often at Milkies, and I won't have you reflecting poorly on my lessons."
Susan blushed but did as she was told. She straddled Harry's chest, and her knees pinned his arms down. Her ass hovered over his face, and the fat cheeks parted just enough to show her glistening pink slit and the tiny, perfect pucker of her asshole. Susan reached down and braced herself on his thighs. Then, with a careful motion, she scooped her tits together and dropped them around his cock.
The heat and softness made Harry groan. Susan bounced her tits up and down, working the shaft between her cleavage. She moved with determination, and her rhythm was steady and quick. With every bounce, the head popped up and out, then disappeared between her pillowy flesh. The sensation was almost too much.
Bellatrix leaned in, watching the action from the side. "Excellent form, Miss Bones. And you're showing off your cunt for him, too. That's good. Most men are as much visual creatures as they are physical." She turned to the girls. "You'll remember that. Let him see what he's going to get. Make it look as irresistible as possible."
Hermione was grinding the heel of her palm into her own clit and gasping. Her face was red and sweaty. Daphne and Tracey took turns fingering each other's pussies. Both of them arched their backs and moaned. Pansy's whole body shuddered as she watched. Her fingers furiously pumped deep inside herself. Parvati, Padma, and Lavender were all rubbing their pussies and assholes at the same time. The air was thick with the smell of sex, and the scent of arousal was almost dizzying.
Susan looked over her shoulder with pink, flushed cheeks. "Is this good, Harry?" she asked.
He could barely answer. "It's … yeah … oh god. It's bloody brilliant."
Bellatrix sat up and began stroking his balls with one hand while toying with her own nipple with the other. She whispered in his ear, "Those are some really nice tits. I bet you want to cum all over them."
Harry nodded, unable to do anything but moan. Susan squeezed her tits tighter while moving faster. Harry felt himself on the verge of exploding. But then, Susan lowered her hips until her pussy was barely an inch from his mouth. She held it there, hovering, before slowly lowering further until her slit brushed his lips.
He couldn't help himself. He dragged his tongue along the hot, slick flesh. He found her clit and sucked gently, and Susan's whole body bucked. She nearly lost her grip on his cock.
"Fuck!" Susan whimpered, and her knees buckled. She braced herself on his chest, face down and ass up, while Harry tongued her hard. Bellatrix smirked while still massaging his fat sack. Susan still had a lot to learn, Bellatrix thought to herself.
Harry pressed his thumb up against Susan's clit and massaged it slowly. He then slipped a finger inside her, and the effect was immediate. Susan squealed, and her body convulsed as she came in a furious, shuddering wave. Her pussy clamped down on his finger and gushed her juices over his face. The other girls burst into a giggle fit.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "You still haven't made him cum, dear. Remember, always put his pleasure above your own." She patted Susan's ass, then delivered a quick smack that left a perfect handprint on the creamy flesh. "Off you go. Better luck next time."
Susan wobbled off the bed on trembling legs. She wore a dazed, blissful smile. "Sorry, Harry," she said with a breathless giggle, then staggered back to her chair.
Harry's balls felt like they might rupture. He let out a ragged breath. "If I don't cum soon, I'm going to die." All the girls laughed in response.
Bellatrix straddled Harry's hips, and her dripping wet cunt hovered just above the head of his cock. She gripped his shaft, aimed it at herself, then ground the tip against her wet, swollen lips. She looked down at Harry with pure mischief in her eyes.
"I suppose I'll have to finish the job myself," she teased.
Bellatrix eased herself down with her knees spread wide on the silk sheets. She gripped Harry's cock tightly and ran the head up and down her slit. The crown glistened with her juices, and each pass left a slick, wet trail along the folds of her cunt.
Every eye in the room watched. Hermione leaned forward with her lips parted and her fingers buried in her own pussy. Daphne and Tracey held hands while they furiously fingered each other. Even Pansy's usually harsh voice was reduced to a whimpering moan.
Bellatrix smiled, lifted her hips, and teased the tip against her entrance. She looked out over the crowd, locking eyes with several of the horny women. Her hair fell forward, framing her beautiful face, and her breasts swung as she adjusted her position.
"Ready, Mr. Potter?" she asked with an aroused voice.
"Yeah," he said. His cock twitched in her hand, desperate to be inside her.
Bellatrix pushed the head in, then paused. The lips of her pussy stretched around the thick shaft, swallowing the tip with a wet pop. The wet sound filled the room. Harry gripped her hips and steadied her as she rocked back and forth, working him in a little at a time.
Bellatrix took her time. She slid down, inch by inch, until she was sitting flush on his lap. The entire length of his cock was buried inside her, and Harry thought he might pass out from the heat and pressure. Bellatrix arched her back and thrust her tits out while rolling her hips in a slow, circular motion.
Every girl in the room squirmed. The visual of Bellatrix riding him, and the way her cunt swallowed his cock was hypnotic. Hermione whined, and her whole body was shaking. Susan squeezed her own tits and pinched her nipples as she watched. Cho's eyes fluttered as she fingered her asshole and rubbed her clit at the same time.
Bellatrix picked up the pace, bouncing on Harry's cock in smooth, steady drops of her jutting ass. Her hands found his chest, and she squeezed his pecs. She tilted her head back and moaned. Her gorgeous eyes fluttered, making her look even sexier. Harry responded by thrusting up into her, meeting her movements with every ounce of strength he had.
Bellatrix panted, "Harder," and Harry did as he was told. He slammed upward, fucking her from below. The force made her tits bounce wildly, and she loved it. She ground down on him, squeezing tight with her pussy and milking every inch.
The wet sound of their fucking grew louder. Bellatrix was sopping wet, and each time she slammed down, a squelch echoed off the stone walls. Juice ran down the shaft and onto Harry's thighs, pooling under their bodies.
Bellatrix leaned forward, and her hair fell in a black curtain around their faces. She put her hands on either side of his head and whispered, "Make me cum." Then she mashed her lips against his and gently bit his lower lip as she rode him even harder.
Harry grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wide. He could feel the wet heat of her pussy as it gripped him and fluttered. He slid his finger along the crack of her ass and brushed the tight rim of her asshole. Bellatrix shuddered at the touch, then pressed back into it, daring him to go further.
Hermione's pussy gushed as she watched. Pansy squealed and came on her own hand. Padma's eyes fluttered, and her hips bucked as she squirted. The spray of pussy juice hit Marietta Edgecombe in the back of the head.
Bellatrix sat up, still impaled on his cock, and started working herself in hard, fast strokes. She bounced so high that the head of Harry's cock threatened to slip out. Then she dropped, slamming all the way down. The whole bed rocked with the force.
Harry gritted his teeth. He was right on the edge. "I'm gonna …" he gasped.
"Hold it," Bellatrix said, but she was close too. Her face twisted, and she rode him with a wild, desperate intensity.
Harry lost control. He pulled Bellatrix down, wrapped his arms around her, and sucked one of her tits into his mouth. He thrust up with everything he had, and the sensation was blinding. His cock swelled, then erupted deep inside her.
Bellatrix came at the same time. Her pussy clamped down, milking his cock, and she threw her head back with a scream. The girls watching all moaned, with some cumming at exactly the same time.
When it was over, Bellatrix slumped forward, panting. She stayed seated on Harry's cock, letting it soften inside her. Everyone stared, entranced at the scene. Bellatrix finally lifted herself up, and Harry's cock slipped free. A flood of thick, white cum spilled out of her cunt and dripped down her thighs and onto the sheets. Hermione whimpered at the sight. Susan came again, shaking in her chair.
Bellatrix rolled onto her back and let her legs fall open, showing them the evidence of Harry's load inside her. She ran her finger through the mess, then sucked it clean. "That's how you do it, girls," she said. "Class dismissed."
The room was suddenly filled with moans and laughter. The girls helped each other up, gathering clothes and giggling as they left. Some lingered, hoping for another show.
Harry lay on the bed, exhausted and happy, with Bellatrix tongue-cleaning the mess from his cock. He couldn't wait for the next lesson.