Chapter 24: Another Shopping Adventure
Another Shopping Adventure
Harry barely managed to hold himself back from blasting Daphne with a nasty magical curse on reflex. Both his and Astoria's gaze fell on her, Astoria's in surprise, his in annoyance. He could see Astoria opening her mouth to talk, but Harry spoke first. "Daphne, be silent." Daphne opened her mouth, clearly about to protest his words, but Harry didn't feel like humoring her. "Be silent, and sit down!" he repeated, this time letting his annoyance to seep into his tone, adding a bit of magical pressure behind for good measure.
A panicked expression appeared Daphne's face, and she fell on the nearest seat, leaving the door open. Harry was about to flex his magic and close the door before reprimanding Daphne about her carelessness, but he noticed no one else was in the store. "Where is everyone?" he asked instead.
"I made the owner close the store for an hour," Daphne murmured, her eyes firmly on the floor.
Harry raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading across his face even as he continued to pump into Astoria, her moans ringing in the backdrop. It didn't matter why Daphne had closed the store. The important thing was three of them were alone in the store for an hour. Harry could see some very interesting opportunities in the moment, and he had no intention of missing them. "Sit down and be silent, I will be with you momentarily for your punishment," Harry said to Daphne. She opening her mouth to argue, but he sent her a pointed look, and her mouth closed right back. Harry smiled approvingly. "Good girl."
He turned his attention back to Astoria, who was watching their interaction with a surprised expression. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry suddenly pushed even deeper, preventing her from forming any words until she adapted to his new rhythm. It took more than a minute for her to find her voice. "I didn't know you and my sister knew each other," she commented.
Harry chuckled. "Your sister and I had the opportunity to get closely acquainted over several opportunities, though I have you to thank for that."
"Really?" Astoria said, managing to squeeze the question between her moans. "How come?"
"Well, as you can guess, your sister wasn't very enthusiastic about our dating. She had that crazy idea that something illicit might happen on our date. Can you believe it?" Astoria snorted, and Harry continued. "Anyway, after that, she decided to challenge me to a bet, her winning condition was the cancellation of our date." Harry stopped, remembering this morning's last-minute challenge. "Two challenges actually," he corrected. "I have to admit, the second challenge was much better." Harry observed as Daphne's already pink face turning to a deep red. "I shouldn't need to mention she lost both of them."
"Really, how interesting?" Astoria added. "Should I get angry at her for daring to manipulate my private life?"
"I don't know, why don't you ask her directly." With that Harry grabbed her waist, and changed their direction until Astoria stood face to face with her sister.
Sisters looked each other in shock, caught flatfooted by the turn of events, but Astoria managed to gather herself much quicker. "So, sister, do you have anything to say for yourself?" she said, somehow managing to speak the whole sentence in one breath. Daphne just sat there, her lips locked close. "Come on sis, say something."
"Astoria, I-" Daphne started to say, but Harry chose that moment to push Astoria forward hard enough to unbalance her, causing Astoria's lips to press upon Daphne's. Both sisters froze in shock, so much that pulling back didn't occur to them for a full ten seconds, the only sound in the room was from Harry's hips, repeatedly colliding with Astoria's flesh. Then Daphne's mind jump-started, and she pulled back, a shocked expression on her face, Astoria's one mirroring the expression with a slightly less intensity. "What-" she started, only to be silenced by Harry once more.
"Daphne!" he ordered. "Be silent." He was quite satisfied with the speed that Daphne followed his order. Astoria twisted her head and looked at him with a questioning expression, but Harry just smiled, focusing on the sensation as he ravaged her insides, something Astoria fully agreed on if her pleasure laden voice was any indicator, rising even louder as her climax drew close. Soon, Harry felt her clenching around his girth, finally pushing him towards a release of his own. Harry pulled out at the last second and took a step towards Daphne. "Open," he said, and Daphne's mouth opened before her brain could process the order, and Harry pushed his crown between her lips and started to spray her mouth. "Don't waste even a drop."
"Really?" said Astoria, quirking her eyebrow in question.
"We will have a talk, no worries," Harry said, looking at the shop with a wistful expression. He was tempted to push Daphne down on the floor in the middle of the shop, but there was a chance the shopkeeper might return, and he really didn't want to get caught in such a position with Daphne. Astoria had willingly taken the risk, Daphne hadn't. Harry reached for his pants, but not before leaving a red mark from one last spank on Astoria's ass. "Fix yourself," he said. "Then three of us will go to a private room in Three Broomstick, and have a talk."
Twenty minutes later, three of them were sitting in a private room, an awkward silence hanging in the air. Harry was thoroughly bored. He kept silent for last five minutes, waiting for one of the sisters to start the discussion, but both stayed mute, gazing each other with fuming expressions. "Enough," Harry said, conceding the victory to his impatience. "Is one of you planning to speak?" Neither of them spoke, so Harry turned to Astoria. "Why don't you start explaining your sister why are you doing this. Otherwise, we are going to stay here until evening."
"Why bother? It's not like she would care about it. All she cares about is being the perfect daughter for our asshole father," Astoria spat.
Daphne jerked away like she had been slapped, and Harry decided to interject before things devolve into a mess. "Look, Astoria," he interjected. "I'm sure you have your grievances, but Daphne would never dare to challenge me to a duel if she didn't care about you. She cares, but she is trying to do what is best for you without the full story."
"Really?" Astoria murmured. "You challenged Harry freaking Potter to a duel just to protect me?"
"Of course," Daphne said heatedly, then continued in a calmer tone. "You are my baby sister. Of course I want to protect you. I understand that you want to lash out for our parents because of their hard ways, but I'm afraid they will retaliate harder than you expect. They might even kick you out of the family."
"That's exactly what I want!" Astoria shouted. Upon seeing a thoroughly shocked expression on Daphne's face, she added, realization clear on her own. "You don't know, do you?"
"Know what?" Daphne asked.
"Father is planning to marry me to Lord Nott as a part of their latest business deal."
An angry shout left Daphne's mouth. "What! That monster killed two previous wives, and he is only free because he is friends with Malfoy. What is he thinking? How could he think killing you is worth whatever stupid deal Nott is giving to him?"
"Yes, why wouldn't it. After all, I'm just a spare in his eyes," Astoria said, her voice icy. "By the way, father thinks it's disrespectful to slander such an upstanding pureblood with baseless rumors."
A kaleidoscope of emotion passed through Daphne's face. Understanding, fear, hope… "Maybe together we can convince him to change his mind."
Astoria looked at her with a serious expression. "Okay, let's say we managed to convince him to cancel the bethoral with Nott. What is next? Malfoy already showing interest at me, do you think father would reject an overture from Malfoy's, no matter what we say about it." Astoria took a deep breath, tears slipping from her cheeks. "No, sister. I'm the second daughter, and I'm expendable. I need to be kicked out of the family, it's the only way I can truly be free."
Overwhelmed with emotions, Daphne said nothing. She jumped out of her seat and hugged her sister, tears flowing from her eyes. Harry sighed, then left the room, leaving the sisters alone in their emotional moment. He felt it was for the best if he didn't ruin their intimate reconciliatory mood.
Still, he was a bit miffed by the loss of opportunity as he walked outside. Then, he noticed something that put a huge smile on his face. A certain French Champion was traversing the streets of Hogsmeade alone, a bored expression on her face. Harry had some ideas how to cure her out of her boredom, and his own along with it. He discreetly followed her until she was in one of the less dense streets of the Hogsmeade, then silently apparated to a nearby blind alley, one that's on Fleur's path. He started for her to appear…
Fleur was walking on the streets of Hogsmeade, bored out of her mind, when she felt a pressure on her arm, followed by a hard tug. She felt the panic rising inside her like a wave, threatening to swallow her, especially when she tried to shout, only for her cry to be imprisoned inside with a strong hand. Then she recognized her assailant, and the panic drained off her body, leaving a bit of anger, and a great deal of confusion behind.
Anger was easy to understand. His immature prank was enough to trigger a fight or flight response in her, her heart was still beating like crazy. Her confusion, on the other hand, was harder to process. Harry had managed to awaken her interest during the Yule Ball, where he flirted with two girls on parallel while dismissing her presence completely. It had annoyed her, yet left her quite intrigued. Her experiences to the date had always been the opposite, men flocked around her while dismissing other girls around, resulting in a certain lack of respect towards the masculine gender. The reversal felt refreshing. She started to watch the youngest champion with interest, and much to her surprise, with a growing attraction.
But the situation had transformed once again during the second task, where he not only managed to demolish all other champions in a great display of skill, but also showed the quality of his personality by rejecting to leave any hostage in the bottom of the lake. And while the organizers had claimed that the hostages were absolutely safe, Fleur wasn't naive enough to believe them. Triwizard tournament had a reputation, and the addition of the general incompetence of the Ministry and school staff made it a recipe for disaster. No, in her mind, it was clear that Harry saved her sister from a great risk. As a result, in her dazed state, she had decided that Harry deserved a reward for all of his effort.
But even then, her absolute loss of control was a surprise. Unexpected, but thoroughly satisfying. Then, like it wasn't complicated enough, her sister had dropped by…
That day had left Fleur a confused mess, frozen with indecision. So, she stayed away from him while trying to come up with how to go forward, one she had been unable to determine until the decision was taken away from her hands. While she could just reject his future advances, with the full confidence that he would exactly do that; forming those words was the real challenge while her body begged for a glorious repeat. Then, he leaned towards her, his lips slightly parted, and all of her thoughts about stopping him evaporated without a trace.
Just the touch of his lips was enough to alight her desire into a raging inferno. She cursed her own indecisiveness that stopped her from searching him for an encore earlier. She pulled back to take a deep breath, only for him to clamp on her neck, his teeth scraping her skin. Despite her best effort, a loud moan escaped her mouth. Panicked, she turned towards the alley entrance, afraid her moan noticed by a passerby, but thankfully, she saw no one around. She opened her mouth to ask him to go somewhere more appropriate, but the moment coincided with his hand's arrival at her tits, her comment dissolving into another moan. She felt his other hand moving under her robe, its destination clear. This time, even with the anticipation, panic was too hard to ignore. "'Arry, we need to go somewhere private," she murmured.
"Why?" the answer came as he momentarily pulled away from her neck. "What exactly do you plan to happen that needs a private area," he said, that damnable half-smile on his lips once more. His fingers reached the edge of her panties, pushing the said obstacle down in one negligent motion. Fleur felt his two fingers slipping inside, leaving pleasure in their wake with every pump.
Overwhelmed with the most recent move, it took almost a minute for Fleur to find her voice, a minute Harry leveraged very efficiently, leading Fleur towards the end of the blind alley, behind a small tree, its trunk providing a limited cover from the wandering eyes of possible passersby. Only a second of determined attention was needed for them to be noticed behind the tree. Harry's hand tugged her robe open, making her realize he had no intention of stopping. "Harry, stop. We cannot do this in public."
"We cannot do what in public?" Harry answered with an overly innocent voice, contrasting with his smug expression. Still, he showed no signs of stopping as he managed to open her blouse enough to reveal what was lying underneath, a plain, white bra. "Also, we definitely need to go shopping, you are being wasted in these scraps," he added, pushing her blush even deeper. Before she could compose a reply, he leaned down and pulled her bra down with his teeth, exposing her breasts to the chilly spring weather.
A tremble went through her body, not related to the cold air. "Oh my god," she murmured, the fact that they were in a public space faded to the back of her mind, her attention shifting to more important things, such as the pair of lips, systemically covering her tits with kiss-marks, especially combined with his fingers, systemically pumping her pussy with pleasure. "Harry, I beg you, let's go somewhere private," she moaned, her attempts to keep the attention away from them getting harder and harder.
"Why?" he asked before focusing his attention back to her tits, his fingers still busy with her opening.
It wasn't hard to understand that Harry wanted to hear her saying it explicitly, but somehow, Fleur found it challenging despite what was going on. "I want you…" she started, only to fade to silence. She started once more, this time only to be silenced by a twist by his fingers, hitting her with yet another wave of pleasure. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and said the words. "I want you to fuck me."
She was expecting him to stop and drag her to a private location, that was why she was so surprised when grabbed her and forced her to turn, pushing her towards the wall. Her arms raised in reflex and pressed to the wall, gathering her balance, while he pulled her robes up, displaying her ass, covered only with her panties. And even that protection, she didn't have for long, Harry reached and pulled her pants down, revealing her bottom bare.
"Harry what are you-" she started, only to be interrupted by his thick shaft pushing inside her pussy in one smooth motion, stretching her to the limit. A cry of pleasure replaced rest of her words as he slammed his cock inside her, sliding deep into her well-lubricated tunnel.
"What?" Harry said, his innocent voice returning for a moment. "I'm doing exactly what you wanted."
"But, we are still in public," she said, shocked by his daring, her gaze firmly on the entrance of the alley, afraid that someone noticed their presence, but thankfully, only a few people passed on the streets, and all walked without a stagger, not aware what was going on the alleyway next to them.
"So," Harry said, quickening his pace, his hands finding her tits, mauling them hard enough to leave marks.
Shocked, Fleur said nothing as he leaned to her neck once more, leaving his mark on the side, a place that would be visible every time she turned her head carelessly. She didn't care about that, her attention grabbed by the more important things, such as the size of the scandal if they got caught by someone, or god forbid, got caught by a reporter. Still, once again feeling like a butterfly to the flame, she was unable to protest as he ravaged her insides. Intense pleasure was too hard to deny, especially the thrill she felt whenever she thought about being caught.
Then, Harry made her turn once more, and she dismissed all of her concerns for more immediate concerns, such as his lips devouring hers once more. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she didn't put any resistance, allowing him to ravage her mouth however he desired. However, she had a more important problem, the position was making it hard for him to push inside her fully. To solve it, she jumped on his lap, wrapping her legs around him for balance.
He shifted his hands to her ass, helping her to stay floating as he impaled her again and again, his cock fully invading her insides. She was thankful for his lips, otherwise, the street would ring with her cries, high enough to strain the windows. She could feel herself getting close to a release, and from the way his pacing quickened, so did him. She knew it would be prudent to pull back, enough to allow his cock out of her pussy, when she felt his cock twitching inside, and once again, beset with the insane desire to get filled by him. So, instead of pulling back, she tightened the grip of her legs around him, imprisoning him inside.
A feeling of being filled had been enough to trigger an orgasm of her own, her walls milking every drop he was willing to provide, moans escaping her mouth one after another. She placed her head on his shoulder, breathing deep while loosening her legs. She pressed her feet on the ground once more, her legs trembling bad enough to make her afraid of falling, if it wasn't for the arms around her. She raised her eyes for one last kiss, then she realized his eyes were still burning with the same intensity, saying it wasn't over yet. He pulled his invisibility cloak off his pocked and threw it on them, hiding them from sight…
Chapter 25: A Refreshing Outing
A Refreshing Outing
The sudden appearance of the invisibility cloak was surprising, but not as surprising as the sudden wave of disappointment that overtook her. At that moment, it clicked with her that she had relished the risk of being seen, the resulting overdose of adrenaline enhancing the pleasure even further. The risk of being noticed whenever someone passed near them was reminiscent of a delicious wine, tasty, intoxicating. "Arry?" she started speaking, intending to ask why he suddenly decided to rely on the cloak to keep them hidden, but her breath, still strained with the pleasure she was laboring under, failed halfway. Her breath quickened in an effort to gain back some control, a veritable challenge as Harry's shaft continued to scrape her insides in an attempt to overload her nerves with pleasure. "Why the cloak?" she managed to whisper in the end.
"To keep us hidden," Harry answered.
Fleur couldn't help but disappointed by his sudden cowardice, though something was trying to warn her at the discarded, rational part of the brain. But before she could unearth the reason for it, she felt his hands on her shoulders, his hold suddenly much firmer. He took a few steps, pushing her in tow, and she suddenly found herself much closer to the street, close enough for every passerby to notice them if it wasn't for the cloak's cover. "We are going to it even closer to the street?" Fleur asked enthusiastically, a wave of allure escaping her control in a moment of excitement. Even with the cloak, it would only take an errant moan to get caught.
"In a manner of speaking," Harry answered. Fleur could feel his smile getting wider despite the fact that she wasn't able to see his face in their current position.
A tingling of alarm passed her mind, but she disregarded it. During the first few steps they took, Fleur said nothing, she just focused on her own pleasure, flaring with each step as his presence touched different parts of her. But, panic started to rise as they continued walking closer and closer to the street with no sign of stopping. "Harry?" she said, trying to ask where they would stop, but she received a spank on her bottom in response, its sound ringing in the street along with her accompanying gasp. Several people looked around in surprise, searching for its source. Fleur sealed her mouth shut, not daring to speak, even in a whisper. Harry leveraged her shock and silence, and continued their walk. They were already in the middle of the street, the traffic flowing around them, before she could properly process the situation.
It was surreal. She was standing in the middle of the street, with people walking around her with no awareness of her presence thanks to the invisibility cloak. The only thing that stood between her and total disgrace that would follow her for the rest of her life was a thin magical fabric barely hanging on their bodies as they walked amongst the crowd. Harry was behind her, his hands on her hips, keeping her close, more importantly, driving his erection even deeper inside her with his every step. She should have been afraid, panicking. She should have begged him to stop.
Instead, she just felt pleasure.
It was a deep pleasure, breaking her all conceptions about the possibilities when it comes to sex. She tried to keep her voice stifled, not wanting to get caught by the crowd they were currently navigating amongst. But it was a venerable challenge, especially with the way Harry's shaft managing to scrape her hitherto undiscovered sensitive locations with their every step, causing a consecutive string of pleasure filled explosions to flare inside her. She wanted to speak, not to complain but to beg for more. However, she refrained. It took all of her willpower, with a significant assistance by her fear, to keep her mouth closed. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth to speak, her pleasured cries would leverage the opening and escape.
So, she resisted the urge to moan to best of her ability, one of her hands firmly on her mouth to assist her efforts, the other holding the invisibility cloak tight, afraid of someone colliding with them. She just hoped that no one stepped on the cloak because it would be a veritable disaster. On the most crowded street of Hogsmeade, during the school visit day, with the most famous young man in the magical world… Just a misstep, and she would be the hottest tabloid material for weeks. Even months, if one of the students would manage to snap a picture. However, despite all the risks, stopping was the last thing she wanted. The pleasure filled and nourished her, awakening something in her soul. Something that would never go back its shadowed cave now that its out.
"Somebody is about to collapse," Harry whispered into her ear, not missing a beat off his rhythm.
She just nodded as an answer, keeping her mouth firmly shut. Even then, half muffled moans were escaping her lips, sliding between her fingers, and reaching towards the people that were near them, causing them to look around in confusion. Her legs were trembling horribly, signaling that they were about to declare surrender, leaving her collapsed on the streets. Even then, she was unable to speak. Thankfully, she felt Harry's arms wrapping around her torso, followed by a magical tug and the jarring feeling of the apparition, and suddenly, they were in the middle of a grassy opening, surrounded by lush trees, absent of any living soul. Finally free to make any sound she wished once more, she pulled her hand away from her mouth, cracked open her lips, littered with teeth marks in her attempts to stifle her cries, and let out a long moan, loud enough to scatter all the birds that were resting peacefully. "Oh, yes. Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours!" Fleur repeated again and again. Soon, her words devolved back into meaningless moans as her thoughts started to lose their coherence thanks to the intense pleasure she was suffering under.
"As you wish, my slut," Harry answered, and pushed her down until her hands pressed the soft, cool grass while her legs were still straight. The cloak slid to the ground, revealing them for the eyes of anyone that might decide a walk in the woods was in order, but Fleur had long passed the point of caring. Instead, she was focused on the pleasure provided to her by Harry's cock. Harry started to rain spanks on her ass. Pain, pleasure, feelings, anticipation… The combination was impossible to handle, triggering yet another orgasm with her, one hard enough to rob her off of her consciousness. She collapsed, listless, barely aware as Harry's arms wrapped around her body to prevent her colliding with the ground. As the unconsciousness covered her mind, she had thought that she heard an unfamiliar female voice, but blackness took her before she could understand whether it was real or it was just her imagination.
Shock pried Susan's mouth open as she arrived at her designated meeting location with Harry. He was there as promised, but the presence of French champion was quite a surprise, especially considering her state and attire. She was currently bent in two, being thoroughly plowed by Harry, with a generous helping of spanks as the side dish, wearing precious little, none of them covering anywhere that matters. Susan was already filled with anticipation before her arrival. After all, none of her meetings with Harry passed in a manner that could be called vanilla. But bumping into the French champion, wearing nothing but shoes was well above her expectations. She felt the stirrings of her arousal, already tingly, quickly closing on the territory of unbearable. For a moment, she considered walking there and joining them, but she held herself back. It wasn't because she was ashamed, not like she would be just a month ago. But Fleur looked like she was about to collapse, and Susan saw no point of interjecting herself to the situation for just a minute. Instead, she stayed in the trees, waiting for Fleur's inevitable collapse.
Still, just because she was waiting didn't mean she had nothing to do. Her hands slid under her robe, one sliding in her panties, the other sinking into her soft flesh covered by a flimsy bra. She hadn't had to wait much for Fleur's climax and subsequent collapse as the pleasure built up in her body, only for her fall to be arrested by Harry's arms. "Amazing show," Susan said as she walked into the grassy opening. "But I hope you didn't tire yourself too much. After all, you are going to be my guest tonight, and I fully intend to extract the payment from your hide. It would be sad to see you collapse in midway."
Harry looked at her, a smile that sent her heart into the overdrive. "Is that a challenge I hear, my dear strawberry?"
A cheerful smile appeared on her face thanks to the diminutive nickname. "What if it was?" Susan said as she continued walking towards him, loosening her robe in the way. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I have a few ideas," he said, then sighed in slight disappointment. "I would like to bend you down without losing a second, but I need to drop Fleur back to her room first." He sighed. "And to think that I had such interesting plans for your arrival," he said, then shrugged. "Maybe next time."
Susan gazed upon the exquisite body of the French champion, marred with the marks of Harry's diligent attention. "Definitely next time," she said as she examined the redness of her bottom and hand prints across her body, wondering whether she was this submissive while she was with someone else. Just the thought of it was enough to excite her. Unfortunately, Harry made a bad benchmark for such things, he had an impeccable presence that warped people along his desires, not that Susan was unhappy about it. "Will it take too much?"
"A couple of minutes at most," he answered before disappearing with a loud crack of displaced air. Susan hurried up with the preparations. She had no intention to wait until they arrived at the Bones Manor before tasting his attention. Watching him as he fucked Fleur into unconsciousness awakened a desire that needed to be fulfilled, and she didn't want any delay fulfilling it, which was a certainty if her aunt was already at home. Harry hadn't given much detail about the problem she was facing, but that didn't mean she had no idea about its scale or importance. Whatever it was, it needed hours of discussion between Harry and her aunt. Hours she had no intention of waiting.
So, she drew her wand and cast a few spells, a notice-me-not charm on the edge of the opening, a thick transfigured blanket on the ground for comfort, and a warming charm to keep the opening bearable without her robe. Then, she removed the said robe as quick as possible without ripping it. A moment later, her skirt, shoes, and blouse received the same treatment, leaving her in the new underwear she picked via a secret shopping trip to muggle London.
She sat down on the blanket, her legs parted invitingly, trying to keep her mind away from what would happen if someone stepped inside the opening despite her concealment spells. Getting caught in a normal set underwear would be bad enough, but considering her ensemble consisted of transparent lacy panties, fishnet socks, and a shelf bra that left her nipples exposed, it would be a disaster. Thankfully, another crack rang in the opening before she could spend too much time pondering on her fears.
"Miss Bones, you such a thoughtful woman," Harry said as he dashed towards her, a casual wave of his hand enough to cause all of his clothing to fly away from his body, only to fall on the ground in a neat fold. Susan shivered, no matter how many times she saw it, his casual display of power and control left her in awe, with a generous doze of arousal mixed in the equation. She parted her legs even further in anticipation, only for his hands to press them back together. "Why the hurry," he said and sat next to her, leaning for a kiss.
Susan parted her lips, eagerly allowing his tongue into her mouth, with occasional purring in response to his hands, one gently caressing the small of her back, the other rubbing her belly. She dragged her hand over his stomach, tight, packed with muscles, sliding upwards to his equally muscled chest. The training for the tournament was doing wonders to him, she noted as she listened to his heartbeat with her fingers. She decided to crank up the intensity of her teasing. If he wanted slow, she would give him slow, until he begged for more, of course.
She pulled back, separating her lips from his aggressive attention. She slid down, trailing the edge of his neck with her tongue, earning an appreciative moan. Meanwhile, she brought one of her hands down, laying one of her fingers on his erect shaft, trailing from top to bottom, feeling it twitch eagerly. Susan was tempted to wrap her fingers around and pump it vigorously, but she continued her slow, sensual tease. She dragged her tongue down to his chest, his muscles flexing unconsciously on the wet trail she left.
She continued her downward trail at a snail's pace, covering his six packs with her kisses, his body twitching slightly every time she touched her body. Her own arousal was also getting harder to control, but she was sure Harry would fold before her, begging her to hurry up. With that in mind, she finally reached to his erect shaft, trailing the side of his cock with her tongue. She raised her head and looked deep into his eyes, enjoying the view of barely restrained arousal behind his eyes, eager, dangerous…
Her stomach dissolved into butterflies under his gaze, but she was nothing if not stubborn. She turned her attention back to his shaft, laying several determined kisses across his cock, occasionally capturing the crown between her lips, but never going deeper, never passing a speed that cannot be defined as lingering. Seconds passed, followed by many minutes…
Susan noticed that, in her genius plan to tease Harry, she had underestimated one very important detail. Her own raging arousal. Her core burned with a deep passion, aching for a release. Her hands started to tremble, her breath shallow. It was unbearable. A brief glance was enough to see Harry's eyes were closed as he focused on the sensations brought by her mindful attention. One of her hands sneaked towards her own core, despite knowing it was a violation of the rules of the game despite not being mentioned explicitly.
But, just as her fingers were about to reach her folds, wet enough to drench her panties, a steely grip took a hold of her wrist. "Sneaky," he murmured, his eyes still closed. Then his eyelids lifted, revealing his burning gaze. "I think we can agree that you forfeited your turn." He waved his hand, and she found herself lying on her back, two silk ropes appearing from thin air, already wrapped around her wrists, pulling her arms away from her body. "It's my turn now."
A passion flowed through her body, anticipation fighting with fear. She knew that endless pleasure waited for her at the end of the tunnel, but whether she could the journey through that tunnel was a different question, especially only when a sentence was enough to end her torture. One sentence admitting defeat, begging for pleasure. But she denied that option. She was the one declare the challenge, and she would be the winner.
But then, Harry's fingers landed on her body, tracing shapes over her stomach, and she suddenly got a lot less confident in her conclusion. One of his hands moved downward, skipping her nether lips, settling on her inner thighs, drawing fleeting circles on her skin. The other hand skirted around her breasts and started caressing her collarbones, occasionally straying towards her lips. "Still not begging, impressive," Harry murmured.
His words sent a chill of anticipation through her. She knew he was planning something, and his words were the tease beforehand. But, before she could ponder on it further, a blindfold appeared over her eyes, restricting her view absolutely. At the same time, she stopped hearing, or so she thought. "How do you feel," Harry asked, making her realize that she could still hear, but all the background noise had disappeared, leaving her without the welcome distraction provided by nature. Her world was restricted to his touch, and the sound of her own reactions.
His hands started to caress her body once more, but this time, no holds were barred. His fingers found her entrance, dancing lightly over her slit, while his other hand was busy flicking, squeezing, and otherwise teasing her nipples, bereft of any protection. Last of her resistance crumbled. "Please," she moaned, a sudden wave of pleasure leaving her unable to speak with anything more complex than single words.
"Please, what?" Harry asked. Even without her vision, she was sure that a damnable smile was on his face as he watched her chest moving up and down with her erratic breaths. She wished that she had the power to resist, resist until he was begging, desperate to relieve his blue balls, but it was nothing but a pipe dream, at least for today. This skirmish was lost, her armies of resistance were waving the white flag of surrender.
"Please fuck me!" she begged. "You win. I surrender. So, please fuck me until I cannot stand on my feet."
"As you wish, milady," Harry answered, and she felt a sudden lightness on her waist, caused by the disappearance of her panties. She felt the familiar presence of his crown pressing to her entrance, but he pushed inside before she could say anything, filling her completely in one push. Susan cried in pleasure, as loud as she was able, her own ears ringing with the noise. Harry impaled her again and again, showing no sign of mercy, no sign of tenderness. "Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me even harder." The thunderous sound of flesh hitting flesh got even louder, and she felt his fingers sinking into her tits. Already on the edge, his latest moves were more than enough to trigger a mind-numbing orgasm in her.
Still, Harry gave her no mercy, no respite, continued plowing her again and again, his fingers freely enjoying the supple flesh of her breasts. Then, his shaft suddenly pulled away from her. She opened her mouth, about to inquire about the reason, then she found the cock inside her mouth once again, pushing towards her throat with a reckless abandon, every push temporary cutting her air supply, forcing her to gag and wheeze as she tried to breathe. And she loved the every second of it, the sweetest torture she ever experienced. Then, without any warning, he sprayed her mouth with the endless flow of his seed, the excess spilling out of her lips despite her best effort.
The flow finally ended, and her bindings disappeared at the same time, the background noise returning once more. She collapsed boneless, moaning listlessly, though she appreciated Harry's arms settling around her, wrapping her in a gentle hug, safety and warmth infusing her as she tried to gather her bearings. "That was amazing," she murmured.
Harry smiled, his expression still eager. "Yes, and you were amazing as always. Let's clean you up."
After a not so brief session of clean-up, interrupted by some heavy petting and enthusiastic kisses, Susan grabbed Harry's hand and apparated with him to the Manor. "Mimsy," she shouted, and a house elf popped into existence. A brief questioning was enough to reveal her aunt hadn't arrived yet.
"Good," Harry whispered, his lips dangerously close to her earlobe. "Since your aunt is not at home yet, you can give me a house tour. Let's start with the living room."
Susan shivered, her feet automatically leading her towards the central room of the house, the thought of being caught not even a possibility in her mind…
Chapter 26: A Pointed Discussion
A Pointed Discussion
Amelia Bones was exhausted when she finally wrapped her work enough to floo back to her home. She took a few steps away from the fireplace and collapsed on the nearest chair, though it was mostly driven by her mental exhaustion instead of anything physical. She summoned a bottle of Cognac to herself, a glass trotting along obediently, her mind still on the latest case. It was a clear case of assault, complicated by the fact that attacker was a pureblood, and the defender was just a half-blood clerk. It would be clear-cut in favor of the defender in any sane system.
Unfortunately, magical Britain wasn't one of them. It was already complicated, then that horrid undersecretary of Fudge, Umbridge, interjected herself to the case through a special disposition from Fudge. Assisted by the bigoted laws, more than half of them were the amendments authored by her, she managed to turn the case upside down, and Amelia was barely able to save the clerk from a lengthy stay in Azkaban, all because he dared to cast a shielding charm against the assault, which reflected the spell of the assaulter back to him. Amelia had been very close to curse that woman until her brain dribbled from her ears, and it wasn't a personal fear that stopped her. She was afraid what would happen if another toadie of Fudge was the head of magical law. The state of ministry was bad enough, someone like Umbridge taking her position would be an unmitigated disaster.
Only after the second glass she remembered her promise to Susan. She promised to be at home early this day, because Susan had written a letter, asking a face-to-face meeting about something that couldn't be communicated over a letter. Amelia glanced around, half-expecting to find her around. "Maybe she is in her room," Amelia reasoned as she continued sipping her drink. After all, Amelia arrived later than she was supposed to, therefore it made sense for Susan to busy herself. Only after finishing her third generous serving of cognac she stood up and climbed the stairs, intent on checking Susan.
Susan wasn't in her room, though her bed was a mess, clearly slept in a messy manner. Amelia shook her head in amusement, finding it funny that Susan still jumped in her bed. "Maybe she is back in the kitchen," she spoke to herself. She walked back to downstairs back to her chair, only to hear a muffled cry. A jolt of panic passed through her, her wand appearing in her hand instantly as she tried to detect the source of the noise. Another cry, this time louder, echoed in the corridor, drawn out enough to allow Amelia to detect the location, the library. She dashed, the incantation for a shield on her lips, though she was more than ready to shift into something deadly if the situation required. She arrived at the entrance, pushed the door open and dashed into the room. She knew silently scouting would be a better choice, but she didn't want to lose a second while her niece was under assault, relying on the surprise factor to even the odds…
Only to come to a standstill with a surprise of her own. "Auntie!" Susan cried in mortification, pressing her hands on her breasts in an effort to preserve her modesty. Not very helpful, a cynical part of Amelia's brain commented, considering she was currently sitting on the lap of a boy, her whole body was in display, a cock of impressive stature repeatedly disappearing in her slit. Even worse, despite her apparent mortification, Susan's hips didn't stop for a second, continuing their rhythmic rocking. Amelia froze, not knowing what to do, cursing the alcohol she consumed moments ago. If it weren't for them, slowing her flow of thought, she might be able to process the situation she found herself in, she surmised.
"Hi, Miss Bones," said the third person in the room, pulling Amelia's attention to shift to him. Her earlier surprise was compounded when she recognized the boy instantly. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Magical Britain, the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament, and apparently, the defiler of her niece. Then, he spoke once more, distracting her from the implications of her realization. "How can I help you?"
Amelia was suddenly very aware of the existence of her hands, though what to do with them avoided her. She didn't know what to say against his casual response. He should have been showing fear, or at least some signs of panic. The ideal response definitely wasn't the carefree smile on his face, a crime compounded by his hands as they gently rested on her niece's waist, occasionally wandering over her body to visit more sensual locations. His eyebrow rose in a questioning manner, and he spoke once more. "You should consider pulling a chair, or you will get tired." Only after his comment, she realized that for the last few minutes, she was watching dazedly as her niece was being fucked without any shame, even without a token attempt to cover. Amelia turned her back as quick as she could and ran out of the room. "See you in half an hour, Miss Bones," Harry shouted behind her, the shade of her face pushing closer to the color of her hair…
Two hours. Amelia sat alone in the living room for two hours, waiting for the teenagers under her roof to finish their self-appointed task, still trying to cope with the unexpected state she was in. She had been always in control of her life for more than a decade, day after day. She hadn't expected the streak to be broken by a boy barely into his adulthood, but she had been frozen, unable to say anything, even unable to think. She was glad they were taking much more than thirty minutes he initially promised, it gave her ample time to gather her wits. Still, the knowledge of what they were doing wasn't an easy pill to swallow, especially with the casual attitude Potter displayed. He could at least show some courtesy by acting intimidated, even it was just for show, but no. Even when they passed through the living room as they walked towards the bath, he matched her angry gaze fearlessly, before delivering the most insincere apology she had heard for being late. An achievement of its own, considering she was working for the government. He said he was sorry that things lasted a little longer than expected, but they will be back after a quick shower, all while Susan stood next to him, saying nothing, her face crimson. A color mirrored by her own face, Amelia surmised. Neither her nor her niece's color was helped by the fact that one of Harry's hands was behind Susan, moving in a way Amelia rejected thinking about.
She heard footsteps closing once more, distracting her from her thoughts. She raised her head and saw Susan and Potter walking towards her, Susan's steps noticeably uneven. Amelia was glad to have a few more glasses of Cognac as she waited. They were the only reason she wasn't blowing in anger. Or fainting in shock, she surmised.
"Sorry for being late, Miss Bones, I wanted to be sure that Susan was appropriately clean, so-" he started, only to be silenced by Susan's elbow to his ribs. Amelia had to admit, Potter was even cockier than his father. Still, Amelia hadn't been born yesterday, and despite her considerable embarrassment, she could easily see calculation in his eyes. He was trying to unbalance her before mentioning the reason for his arrival. Amelia was curious, it was probably big considering the effort he was putting to unbalance her, but she failed to come up with a sufficient reason a schoolboy might have, no matter how famous.
"So, Mr. Potter," Amelia started slowly, wanting to shift the topic of discussion to his motive. "What exactly brought you to Bones Manor?"
"I want your help to dispose of Fudge," he delivered calmly.
Amelia's jaw slackened. She didn't know what she expected, but she was sure it wasn't a proposition to change the whole political structure of Magical Britain. From anyone else in that age, she would scoff and dismiss, no matter just how big of a celebrity they were, but something held her tongue. Maybe it was the fire burning in his emerald eyes, maybe it was the calm, measured way he delivered the sentence. But then, she noticed something else, something that made her glad she wasn't reacted with derision. The whole room was filled with magic, tight, suffocating despite not carrying an iota of aggressiveness. And in the middle of it, Harry sat calmly, not showing even the slightest sign of strain. It wasn't the strongest presence she felt, that dubious honor was a coin-toss between Dumbledore and Voldemort, but even the fact that Amelia had to reach to those juggernauts to benchmark him was unbelievable. And he was yet to reach his twenties. Amelia felt her mouth dry. Suddenly finding herself in front of someone strong enough to compare the other two man that changed the magical Britain wasn't a blow that could be dismissed casually. And he didn't have to start from the bottom politically like Dumbledore, and presumably, Voldemort, were forced to. He was already famous enough without adding his power to the equation. With his power, he signified a wave high enough to drown Britain in less than a decade. But his statement showed that he had no intention of waiting for the next decade. Then, Susan coughed, and Amelia realized she was silent for a long while. "Why?" she asked.
"Three reasons, though all of them related one way or another," Harry said. "First, he is a small minded man that cares nothing but his position. I wouldn't care that much, at least not before I graduated, but his stupid decisions have a tendency to hurt me and people around me. What happened to Hagrid is a just an example."
Amelia's fists clenched tight enough to hurt her hand. An innocent man, thrown into the Azkaban without any evidence or trial despite all of her protests. Just another point of shame she acquired in her job. "That was a travesty, though thankfully Dumbledore was able to solve the issue before any death occurred."
Amelia didn't expect Harry's expression to harden. "Really? Dumbledore solved it? Who told you that?"
She felt flabbergasted, unable to understand Harry's sudden shift of attitude. "He did," Amelia said. "He explained in a Wizengamot session that the issue that plagued Hogwarts was concluded with his timely arrival, and there was no need to worry."
"Really," Harry said. "Any detail."
"No, he didn't give any detail," Amelia said. "I tried to push for it, but it is impossible to force Dumbledore to say anything when he is being tight-lipped."
"Interesting," Harry said. "Do you have a pensieve. I have some memories that you would find very interesting."
Amelia nodded, and Harry turned to Susan. "Do you want to see too. I warn you, it's pretty gory." Recognizing the determined look on Susan's face, Amelia didn't bother to wait for her answer. She stood up, and led them towards her study, where the Pensieve was stored. They all stood silent as Harry removed a sliver of memory and placed that on the Pensieve, then all stepped inside.
The following twenty minutes carried some of the most shocking revelations of her life. After all, not every day someone watched a sixteen years old to fight against the disembodied spirit of Voldemort and the biggest Basilisk in the recorded history. "That white-bearded goat fucker," was the first thing Amelia said as soon as she stepped out of the Pensieve. That bastard not only did nothing to get the help of anyone qualified when students were getting attacked by a Basilisk, but he dared to steal the credits from an actual teenager, all while hiding the fact that Voldemort might be alive. She was never been one of the people that thought the sun shone from Dumbledore's ass, but that was well outside her expectations.
Harry snorted. "If you find this off-putting, you will have real fun with my second and third reasons." With that, Amelia next watched a memory of a genuine looking fortunetelling by Trelawney, predicting the return of Voldemort. But, her shock was nothing compared to next memory, where she watched a ragged Sirius Black explaining how he was framed by Pettigrew, followed by the revelation that Pettigrew was alive and kicking. When she pulled out, her face was ashen in shock. An innocent man in Azkaban for seventeen years, and barely escaping from Dementor's kiss, just because two teenagers' interference, and a minister perfectly okay to kill a man despite having evidence pointing otherwise. Even with the usual corruption levels of Magical Britain, it was enough reason to bring down the government. And, Amelia realized, that was exactly what Harry was planning to do.
"Now, you understand my problem with Fudge, but the urgency of it is born from another surprise development." He raised his hand, and Amelia noticed the infamous ring of Black family adorning his finger. "I need to make sure I survive the fallout, which is something very difficult when a sock-puppet of Malfoy sits as the Minister." After all the shocks, Amelia was only able to nod her head. "I think, the best thing to do is to leave you alone for the night, so you can process what you learned. We can talk about your answer tomorrow in the breakfast." With that, he left the room, pulling Susan in tow, leaving Amelia alone in her study, thinking.
Amelia's mind was still a mess when the morning arrived, but she had arrived at a decision. It was a bit rash, but she went over Potter's memories several times, and didn't see any evidence that they were fabricated. It was a pity that they weren't applicable in many courts, because they were enough to send Fudge to Azkaban. It was even worse that she didn't have the political clout to leverage those developments. Most of the Wizengamot was either Purists that supported the Death Eaters, or Dumbledore supporters that would never vote something wasn't approved by Dumbledore, or neutrals like Longbottoms that would never shake the boat with such an aggressive motion.
Then, Harry appeared in the doorway. "Have you come to a decision?" Harry asked, skipping the pleasantries to dive the heart of the matter.
"I want to support you," Amelia said, her tone sullen. "But I don't think we can succeed, not against Malfoys. We don't have enough pull for that."
Instead of the dejected expression, she expected to see, a wide smile appeared on Harry's face. "Let me tell you another interesting story…"
Amelia listened as Harry explained his plan on how to handle Malfoy's, only to interrupt in shock in the middle. "What do you mean you are going to have a duel with Nott."
Harry grimaced slightly. "It was an unexpected development, but let's just say some last minute development ended up in a way that Nott could declare an honor duel to me. And with the Black Lordship added to the mix, we believe that he will go for the kill, the favor with Malfoy would eclipse any reputation damage he receives."
Amelia's first instinct was to panic, afraid what could happen when someone yet to complete his OWLs fighting against a fully fledged inner circle Death Eater, then she remembered the power he casually displayed hours earlier. She relaxed a bit, but worry still had a place in her heart. Power not always translated into victory in the dueling arena. "Are you sure you can handle someone like him?"
A frown appeared on Harry's face. "Actually, I don't know. I'm pretty strong, but I'm not stupid enough to miss the fact that he holds a strong edge over me with his experience. I'm planning to ramp up the training, but I don't have enough idea about his capabilities to say anything certain. One positive is even if he declares the duel now, I won't have to schedule it until the tournament ends."
Amelia thought for a second, but the answer was obvious. "Do you want to have a practice duel with me. Nott is quite close to my level in dueling. Let's see how long you could defend against me."
Amelia led him to the dueling room in the basement, her wand already in hand. She walked on the one side of the room, nodding Harry to take the other side. "Ready," she asked in a sharp tone, then sent a disarming charm without waiting for his answer. It would be best for him to get used to dirty tricks earlier. Still, she was a bit disappointed when he caught flatfooted, not able to move even a bit against her assault. She expected a reaction, no matter how delayed. His wand was ripped off his hand, flying towards her. She sighed, and reached to grab the wand. He needed a lot more training than she initially assumed…
Busy with her training plan, she didn't pay attention when Harry didn't act the slightest bit of annoyed with his quick loss, nor she reacted when he raised his hand and pointed towards her. So, she was quite unprepared when several stunners flew out of his hand in a torrent, rushing towards her in a red wave.
Despite being caught flatfooted, she was able to react. Her wand twirled, and a shield appeared between the stunners and her. The shield was able to take them the first three of them, and just as she started to think that she managed to survive the salvo, the fourth one, much stronger than the others, shattered her shield completely. She ducked, dodging it… Only to collide with a disarming charm in a duplicate of the earlier moment. But unlike him, her wandless abilities were limited to a few cantrips, leaving her effectively defenseless.
"So, how was it," Harry said, a smug expression on his face. Amelia wanted to feel annoyed about it, but she had to admit he managed to turn the tables perfectly.
"Decent," she said, trying to not to let annoyance to her face. Just because she didn't have hard feelings towards him didn't mean she wasn't annoyed with herself. Him having a surprising ability shouldn't matter, she would have been able to react appropriately that kind of situation during the war. Even a few years ago, she would have defended against it. Even since she was promoted to Department Head, she was prioritizing the paperwork over the training, thinking her skills wouldn't suffer much. Apparently, she was wrong.
"Again," she said. Harry sent her wand to her with a controlled banishment, and she grabbed it, and before she could grip it properly, another stunner left his wand, flying towards her. She managed to dodge it, her shield blocking the next assault. A smile spread across her face. She had to admit, her new dueling partner was more fun than she would have assumed