Chapter 2134 - Ch: 3-4

Chapter 3: Narcissa Black

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

"Mmmmphhh." 

"Now, now, Bella, hubby warned you, didn't he? And now look at you! You're covered in these spikes."

"B-Bella's f-fine, Master sucked most of the poison out." 

Bellatrix was most certainly not fine. She was covered in tiny little holes, along with with the many tiny venomous tentacula spikes that Molly had yet to pluck from from her.

"I didn't suck any poison out." Harry said from his perch on the sofa, where he was lazily leafing through a magazine. "I used magic to clear the poison out and then I kissed you to make it better."

"Are you alright over there, dear? Do you want another sandwich?" 

Harry waved his half-eaten sandwich in the air, "Still working on this little number. But thank's, Moll-doll."

Molly preened, smiling proudly before she returned to tend to Bellatrix.

Harry's two star patients had progressed by leaps and bounds. While many psychiatric practitioners would caution against having separate patients interact, Harry had found that this extended form of group therapy was quite effective.

Molly treated Bella like a child, and Bella took to being babied very well. Bellatrix truly was fascinating, a researcher might make himself rich trying to study her. She seemed to have an ever-growing ecosystem of mental disorders that she collected like one would socks. Her embrace of being babied was an extension of her submissive side, but it was rapidly growing into its own thing.

Molly finished bandaging Bella up, and Bellatrix crossed her arms, pouting like a petulant child. "Are you gonna feed me or not, you stupid cow?!" 

"Language!" Molly wagged her finger aggressively, and Bella stuck out her tongue at her. 

Bella embraced being babied, but she did it in the most bratty way possible.

Molly sighed. "I swear, dear, she needs a firmer hand." Molly said.

"I told you you should spank her." Harry said without looking up from his magazine.

"She doesn't take to it as well when I do it." Molly shook her head as she shrugged off the strap of her sundress. She'd taken to wearing loose, easy to remove dresses like this one under her robe. They made things much easier when she was with her hubby.

Her left breast popped out as her dress fell, and Bella wasted no time in latching onto her nipple the moment it was exposed, her rosy-red lips closing around Molly's stiff, crinkled up little pebble.

That cause Harry to finally drop his magazine. Bella was cradled in Molly's lap, despite being much bigger than her, and was suckling on her tit like a baby. Molly stroked her hair, trying to keep her moaning and shuddering to a minimum.

Harry got up. He'd been naked, so his hard cock bobbed freely into frame as he approached his two patients.

Molly saw his cock coming with half-lidded eyes. She licked her lips before parting them open just slightly. Harry placed his head against her half-open lips, rubbing it over them before pushing in, treating her mouth like a pussy that needed to be split open. His thick cock slid slowly into her mouth, and Harry relished in the feeling of her tongue licking the underside of his shaft as she began to suck on his cock.

Molly bobbed her head back and forth as she gave him a very motherly blowjob, hand gripping the base as she squeezed her throat around his cock.

"Fuck." Harry ran a hand through her hair, grinding himself into her velvety mouth.

Feeling movement around her, Bella opened her eyes, an when she saw what was going on, her violet eyes turned venomous as she pulled away from Molly's nipple.

"That's Bella's!" She pushed her palm into Molly's face and shoved her away from Harry's cock, which let out a wet *pop* as it came out of her mouth. 

Bella wasted no time, closing her mouth around the side of his shaft as her tongue jutted out and wrapped around the bottom half of his cock. As Harry gave her a hard look, she smiled, looking like a cat who'd just snatched away a fish.

*SMACK!*

Harry gave Bella a hard whack across the forehead, which would have shaken her off his cock if she didn't have such a firm grip. Bella tried to look guilty, but she only ended up looking even more triumphant as she slid her mouth down his shaft and wrapped her lips around his engorged head.

"What a petulant child." Molly said as she grabbed the back of Bella's head and pushed it hard, shoving half of Harry's shaft down her throat.

Harry shook his head. "That won't work as punishment, Molly." Harry grabbed a handfull of Bella's hair and yanked her head off his cock. Bella moaned in pleasure as her head was pulled back, her lips smacking as she reveled in the lingering taste of his meat.

"You're getting dangerously close to being Bad Bella." Harry said sternly.

Her whole demeanor changed, smugness instantly replace with desperation as Bella fervently shook her head.

"No! No! I'm Good Bella! Good! I'm not Bad!"

"You need to start acting like it again."

Bella looked like she wanted to throw a tantrum, but Harry's gaze was firm and unforgiving. Bella's lip quivered before she hesitantly looked towards Molly, who gave her an expectant look. "Y-You can have it."

"Oh? You mean I can suck on that big, thick, juicy cock?"

Bella grit her teeth, eyes going wild as Harry was sure she would explode any moment. "Y-Yes, you can suck on Bella's master's cock."

"Good girl." Harry stroked her head and Bella preened. Molly nodded in approval. "Well done, dear. Why don't we share?"

Bella's eyes lit up, and not a second elapsed before she'd dive bombed back onto Harry's cock, swallowing his head whole. She gave a hostile side-eye when Molly leaned in, but remembering her promise, she hesitantly moved aside, lips covering only half of Harry's head as Molly joined her.

Harry soon had a head of wild, midnight black hair mingling with one of bright orange as the two witches worshipped his cock. Bella had sucked the left side of his head into her mouth, licking under his crown as Molly had stuck her tongue out, wet organ dancing all across the sensitive skin of Harry's head.

He buried his hands in their heads as the tandem blowjob continued to intensify, with Bella snarling possessively whenever Molly got too close to her side of Harry's cock. 

They ran their tongues down his shaft, each taking a ball into their mouths as they each had a hand on his shaft, stroking it up and down, lubricating it with their spit. Molly would move away from his nutsack and Bella would jump, his testicle popping out of her mouth as she moved desperately to get to his cockhead first.

Harry chuckled, finding her juvenile attitude endearing. It was a messy, strange blowjob, but just having the two witches pleasuring every inch of his cock and balls was enough to drive him wild.

When he felt himself close, Molly had her nose pressed against the base of his shaft while she tongue-bathed his perineum, an act that was contributing greatly to his impending need to cum. Selfish Bella had commandeered his shaft for herself once again, bobbing her head up and down on his cock as she gave it an enthusiastic, sloppy blowjob.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Both witches redoubled their efforts upon hearing that, but Harry pulled them both away from his cock. Bella whined hut Molly took initiative, rapidly stroking Harry's cock for him and aiming it at her still exposed breast.

"You read my mind." Harry said before he grunted, cock twitching in Molly's grip as the first shots of his sticky hot goo blasted out, splattering all over her breast.

Molly's gigantic boob absorbed the copious amounts of cum Harry shot out, with only a few streaks going wide and splashing across her collar bone. When he was finished. Molly's breast was completely glazed in thick, gooey cum.

Bellatrix took his cock into her mouth, slurping loudly as she swallowed up the last few dribblets of cum. Then she turned her attention to Molly's breast. She dived at it, taking her nipple into her mouth as she began to greedily slurp up as much of Harry's cum as she could manage, though she did it so sloppily that she ended up smearing much of his seed onto her face.

Harry smiled as Molly stroked Bella's head again as the witch continued to suck on her breast, hands now pawing at the soft flesh as if she were a baby kitten.

Yes, Harry was quite proud of the progress he'd made with these two, and there were still a few more to go.

…

Harry was making his way down to the hospital wing, arm around the shoulders of a third-year Hufflepuff boy.

"Remember, Mr. Henson, groundskeeper Hagrid is not out to get you, and these nightmares about a 'blast-ended skrewt' are just a figment of your imagination."

"Yes sir." The boy nodded along nervously.

Harry smiled, ruffling the boy's hair. "Now, lets go see Madam Pomfrey and get you a few doses of dreamless sleep to tide you over for a few days while your system recovers."

Harry walked into the Hospital Wing to find it mostly empty, with only a single bed occupied by a blonde girl who was sitting sideways, legs hanging off the edge as she glared at Madam Pomfrey with her arms crossed.

"But I need it. I require it." She insisted.

Madam Pompfrey let out an exasperated sigh. "Ms. Black, you will not receive one more potion from my stores. I don't know how many times I have to repeat myself, you are in perfect health."

"No I'm not!" Narcissa hissed. "Did I not show you the discoloration on my skin?" Narcissa pulled back her sleeve, showing off a very small area just above her wrist that had turned red.

Madam Pomfrey wasted no time in waving her wand, and the redness instantly faded. "Your sleeves are too tight, you were cutting off circulation."

Narcissa growled in frustration. "Well then why don't you draw some blood then? Then you'll see! I likely have enfeeblement, like that Greengrass girl."

"Miss Greengrass suffers from a hereditary blood malediction." Pompfrey struck back.

"Hmmph." Narcissa crossed her arms. "If a family of middling neutrals was cursed with a malediction, then surely the Blacks received one as well! Probably fifty times as potent! It's been festering down our family line, and I am the perfect target for it to manifest!"

Pomfrey's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps I should call in your head of house, Miss Black."

Harry cleared his throat, stepping right into the standoff as he pulled his Hufflepuff charge along. "Actually, Madam Pomfrey, why don't I take her off your hands?"

They both turned to look at him. Narcissa gave him a suspicious glare, but Pomfrey visibly relaxed. The matron had initially been very skeptical of him, but after all the progress Harry had shown - and he legitimately had helped much of the student body - she had accepted his newfangled ideas and methods and grown a grudging respect for him.

"Counselor Potter, what can I do for you?"

"Well, young Mr. Henson here is in need of some dreamless sleep potions, and I see that Miss Black might be in need of my services."

"I don't believe in your filthy muggle hogwash." Narcissa snapped.

Madam Pomfrey looked down at her sternly. "Either you go with him, or I send you to detention for disrupting my ward. Your choice, Miss Black."

And that was how Harry left the hospital wing, having exchanged a third-year Hufflepuff for a drop-dead gorgeous fifth year Slytherin.

Narcissa Black was like someone's fantasy image of a pureblood princess. She had a perfect curtain of platinum blonde hair down to her shoulders, her eyes an icy grey and her nose small. She was a hair taller than Bella, but where her older sister's body was all bombast, Narcissa's was much more delicate, elegant. She did not lack curves, the swell of her breasts and curve of her hips could attest to that, but they were more the body of an elegant socialite than that of a stacked amazon.

"I'm not sitting in some stupid room for you to try and feed me some muggle dribble." She insisted as she walked stiffly beside him. Harry smiled at her, hands in his pockets. "That's fine. Would you like to talk near the lake, then? Your sister tells me that's one of your favorite spots in the castle."

Her glare only intensified. "Don't think that whatever you did to Bellatrix will earn you my favor. My sister is a lunatic, this is just a different flavour of it."

Harry had to admit Narcissa's assessment was quite apt, but he wasn't about to admit it. "Let's not talk about your sister, then, let's talk about you while we take a stroll around the grounds. You can talk, I'll listen, and afterwards, you can be on your way."

They'd reached the double doors of the main entrance. Harry gestured towards them in invitation, and after a huff, Narcissa took his lead, still keeping her distance from him as they walked out onto the grounds.

It was a beautiful, sunny day outside, even despite the chill of the fast approaching winter. 

Narcissa shuddered, "My constitution cannot handle such a cold." 

Harry casually waved his hand over her, her body suddenly flooding with warmth as her coat thickened slightly.

She couldn't help but be impressed by the display of magic. Perhaps it was that that made her more agreeable to humoring him, or perhaps it was the fact that despite herself, she could admit that the man was quite handsome.

They walked across the grounds in silence. He didn't prompt her to speak, didn't make a single gesture of impatience as Narcissa looked out at the lake, where a few people were sitting around in a semi-circle by its edge.

"I'm sick, I know I'm sick, no matter how much everyone else tries to deny it."

He didn't answer, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, looking at her without a hint of judgment.

By sheer luck, they'd stopped right at her favorite spot.

"Bellatrix inherited the family madness. Andromeda… well, I barely see her but I'm sure she's got something too, and I'm physically frail. I am a delicate flower, far too beautiful to survive in this world."

"What exactly is your ailment?"

"Everything! I'm vulnerable to everything! Just the other day, I became lightheaded during class, almost fainted on the spot! When I went to that worthless matron, she said It was because I'd skipped breakfast and lunch! She doesn't know a single thing about healing! Another one of Dumbledore's diversity hires!"

Harry suppressed the itch to ask how in the hell Madam Pomfrey of all people was a diversity hire.

"I take it your parents dont take you seriously either?"

"Bah! Mother pinches my arm if I dare mention it, and father is never home to care! Merlin!" Narcissa put the back of her palm against her forehead, "I'm feeling faint, the evening chill has reached my bones, I'm going to fade away!"

Narcissa's dramatic swoon turned into a yelp of surprise as Harry scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style.

"What are you doing?!"

"You looked like you were about to faint, I wasn't sure you would survive the fall." Harry said.

Narcissa's face flushed. She darted her head every which way, relieved that no one had seen them. "Let me down this instant!"

Harry leaned down, and the moment she felt her feet touch the grass, Narcissa jumped off his arms and took several steps away from him, crossing her arms and getting ready to yell at him.

"Well, you've got quite the problem on your hand, Miss Black."

Narcissa's words got choked up in her throat as she did a double take. "You believe me?!"

"Of course, you haven't given me reason not to. And just by looking at you," his eyes swept purposefully over her figure, making Narcissa shudder, feeling as if her body were being gently caressed by his big, manly hands, "I can see that you are a very delicate flower. I believe I can help you."

"I will not accept any of that muggle 'medi-sin', or whatever it's called. I am an upstanding pureblood lady to be!"

Harry waved his hand, "No, no, I wouldn't dare. Narcissa - may I call you Narcissa? - your ailment is physical, not mental like your sister's. Psychotherapy will not be able to help you at all. But its not the only thing I am an expert in, back in the States, I also trained in shamanic healing practices."

"Shamanic? Aren't they uncivilized savages?"

"Yes, well, those 'savages' have some of the most advanced healing magic in the world. It might be the only thing that could help you."

Narcissa bit her lip as she mulled his words over. Finally, her shoulders sagged and she let out a breath, "Fine. You may try."

Harry smiled. "Shall we go to my office?"

Bella and Molly were in Harry's quarters, and he didn't have time to tell them to leave, much less to clean up whatever mess they'd created. And so, he led Narcissa to a random classroom on the first floor, tapping his knuckles against the door before opening it, letting his magic rearrange the room.

"This is not your office." 

"Oh, you keep track of where I go?" Harry asked with a hint of humour.

Narcissa's face flushed as she glared at him. "Many students go to see you, its not hard to notice that they don't come down here."

All desks and chairs had been removed from the room, leaving only a single roller-chair and an examination table, stiff and sitting at about waist-height, padded and already fitted with the sheet of white paper.

"Please, have a seat." Harry instructed as he summoned the roller-chair towards himself.

Narcissa had to climb onto the bed, looking disgusted as the sheet of paper made noise and her hands touched it. "What is this strange parchment?"

"That's just for cleanliness." Harry said as he rolled the chair up until he was right under her. "Now then, if you would please take off your shoes."

"Take off my shoes?" 

"I need to perform a spiritual exam on you, Its the only way I can assess what it is we're dealing with."

"Spiritual exam? Do you think my disease is affecting my soul?!" Narcissa sounded much closer to excited than terrified, and she was already kicking off her shoes as she spoke.

"There is a chance. This spiritual exam is the most thorough examination possible, we'll find out exactly what is going on with you." Harry held up his hands, which began to glow faintly. 

Narcissa gasped as Harry grabbed her left foot with both his hands. "I-It feels strange!"

"Its the shamanic magic. Very ancient." It was a combination of spells to make his hands vibrate lightly and give off some added warmth, with the artificial glow there just to put everything together.

Narcissa squirmed on the operating table as Harry effectively gave her a deliberate, sensual foot massage. She kept her mouth shut, struggling to keep her breathing even as Harry kneaded her foot with his big, warm hands.

"Hmmm, interesting." 

"What's interesting?" Narcissa squeaked.

"Shhhh. I can't make my final assessment until the exam is complete." Harry moved on to her other foot, moulding it with his hands, cartilage popping lightly as he massaged her toes.

"Is this really an exam?" 

"Just trust me, Narcissa." Harry said as he moved up to her ankle, gently flexing it until her heard another satisfying pop that sent a shudder running up Narcissa's leg.

His hands spread out now, one on each leg as he massaged her calf, "I'm getting closer to the source, yes, I can feel it." 

Narcissa was now breathing exclusively through her half-parted lips. Her eyes were glazed over as she looked down at the handsome young man was rubbing up her calves, the strange vibrations coming from his palms making pinpricks of pleasure shoot up her body. 

Harry's hands massaged their way up her leg, sliding over her knee and falling right on the creamy skin of her thighs.

"What are you-"

"Shhh. I'm getting closer, Narcissa. I'm almost there."

Narcissa really should put a stop to this, but she found herself paralyzed as Harry's expert fingers left a trail of fire on their way up her thighs. She was gasping every other breath now, her core tingling in anticipation as his magical hands continued on their inexorable march.

She felt her pretty pink nipples stiffen, her back arch as his hands reached her upper thigh, where they both slipped inward, fingers ghosting over her inner thigh.

"Gods!" She gasped at the first spark of sensation from that area, that sensitive area so close to her molten hot core.

"Yes, its right here. I should have known." He said as he teased her, kneading the goosebump-riddled skin of her inner thigh while dancing around her core, leaving it unattended. For now.

"T-Those savages truly perform magic in this way?" Narcissa's hands were now gripping onto the handrails for dear life, her chest rising and falling as she found that she could not peel her eyes from where Harry's hands had disappeared under her skirt.

"I've yet to find a more effective method." Harry said as he let two fingers glide over the crease of her crotch, right outside the lips of her pussy.

"Mmmmhph!" Narcissa's silky blonde hair fell over her face as she dipped her head, doing her best to muffle her pleasured moan. Harry smirked, deciding it was time to move on.

He laid his palm flat over her lacy knickers, sweet juices from her petals leaking through the material and onto his palm.

"I'm going to have to remove this, ok?"

Narcissa nodded shakily, eyes snapped shut as her hair bounced with each nod. She shouldn't let him do this, she really shouldn't, but it felt so good… plus, she was sick, if this was what it took to uncover just how sick she truly was, then so be it.

A pulse of magic made Narcissa's knicker's vanish, and then Harry's fingers sank into the bleating, burning flesh of her pussy.

Narcissa tried to choke back her moan and only succeeded in magnifying it. This felt so much better than her own fingers, the strange vibrations coming from his hands driving her wild with pleasure.

Harry toyed with her pussy, both hands working it over. Some of his fingers were sliding up and down her labia, while an index finger was circling over her pussy-hole, applying just a little bit more pressure until it was one push away from popping into her cunt. He traced evert single detail of her cunt, trying to map out every inch before he'd even seen it with his eyes.

"Oh-oh Merlin!" Narcissa's mouth now hung fully open, pretty pink tongue lolling out as she panted like a bitch in heat.

Harry slipped a finger into her cunt and drove her wild, his finger vibrating inside her pussy as her walls squeezed tightly around him, holding on for dear life.

Narcissa was arching her back now, feeling something fast approaching as another of Harry's fingers fiddled with her clit. She was choking on air now, stars swimming in her vision as she was just about to go over a cliff, falling into a world of bliss, she was mere moments away fro-

It all disappeared as Harry pulled his hands out from under her skirt. Her pussy continued to throb, grasping desperately for more of that sensation and finding nothing.

"Why did you stop?!" She hissed down at him.

Harry sniffed at his slick-coated fingers before bringing them to his lips and sucking them into his mouth, taking Narcissa's breath away. "Hmmm." He mused as he licked each digit clean. "Yes, that might be it."

"What does that mean?!" Narcissa said, trying to mask just how discombobulated she felt after having her orgasm cut short.

"I can't be completely sure until I've tasted more." Harry placed his hand on the hem of her skirt and then looked up into Narcissa's eyes. "I'm going to lift up your skirt now."

Narcissa's only response was to swallow. Harry flipped up her skirt, and she found herself holding it up with her fingers, peeking over as if this was her first time seeing her own pussy.

Narcissa swelled up with pride as she heard Harry gasp. 

He couldn't help it. It was such a pretty, dainty little thing. Her lips were the opposite of Molly and her sister's, a thin little slit, a delicate flower with the slightest hint of her pink treasure peeking out.

Harry licked his lips, suddenly finding himself ravenously hungry. He looked back up to Narcissa's icy grey eyes, but the blonde made no move to stop him.

He leaned forward, sniffing the air to take in her delicious aroma, an intoxicating, musky scent. He placed a kiss on top of her mound, and then another and another, peppering her closed slit with light brushes from his lips.

Narcissa scooted forward on the examination table until her ass was almost hanging off the edge. She needed more contact, more friction. She needed more.

Harry put his hands at each thigh, thumbs spreading her lips open with the care of someone handling a priceless artefact, as if she truly were so fragile that she could shatter into a million pieces if he were too rough.

Narcissa spread her legs out for him as her lips parted, revealing her flower to him in all its grace and glory.

Harry took another deep breath, his nose centimeters from touching her flesh, and then he stuck his tongue out.

"Ooooh!" Narcissa's hand jumped to his head as she felt his first featherlight touch. 

His tongue was wet and hot and soft as could be as it slithered up her folds, making her toes curl inward.

Harry lapped up Narcissa's sweetness, needing to use every single ounce of restraint not to devour her peach like his ravenous hunger demanded. No, instead, he held back, giving her purposeful, gentle brushstrokes with the flat side of his tongue.

"Harder!" Narcissa pulled, and Harry found his face smushed up against her hungry cunt.

'Well, if you insist'

Harry's lips went over her slit as he began to suck, catching her clit in his mouth as he pulsed away at it, driving Narcissa wild and causing a flood of her juices to rush into Harry's mouth and down his greedy throat.

Harry sucked on her clit some more before letting it go and jabbing his tongue into her honeypot. Narcissa screamed as Harry's tongue burrowed into her cunt, wriggling its way deeper and deeper, even as her walls squeezed it as tight as they could. Harry's tongue became a sponge, absorbing every last drop of Narcissa's cunt-juices.

Narcissa was huffing and gasping now, and her previously frustrated orgasm came roaring back, overtaking her before she'd fully realized it was coming. It walloped her with full force, making her throw her head back as she ground her pussy against Harry's face as his tongue danced about inside her cunt.

"Oh! Oh no! T-that's…that's enough!" Narcissa reversed course, now pushing Harry's head away as her overly stimulated core could not handle any more.

Harry let her push him away, but he wasn't quite done. Narcissa let out a little yelp as Harry lifted her legs up, forcing her onto her back and exposing the round little hole in between her supple ass-cheeks.

"What do you think you're doIIING!!!"

Harry wasted no time in shoving his tongue down her asshole, and Narcissa's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her backdoor was stimulated while she was still trying to ride the peak of her orgasm.

She flailed about like a fish out of water, but Harry kept her in place while he tasted her tight little hole. It didn't take long for it to beging to twitch, tightening even more than her pussy had, as a second massive orgasm rolled over the first.

When Harry finally pulled his face back, it was drenched in sweet, tangy juices. Narcissa was wheezing on the bed, stomach rising and falling as her legs twitched periodically.

When she finally came down enough to sit back up on the bed, her hair was a dishevelled mess, her eyes half-lidded as she tried to stop everything from spinning.

"Well, I've collected enough samples." Harry said, his calm, academic demeanor having returned.

"W-Wha?" Narcissa mumbled, half-conscious.

"Yes, for my assessment. My dear, I'm afraid it's worse than I thought."

The portents of the doom that Narcissa had been so sure of her entire life was enough to wake her up. The blonde sat up straight, now fully lucid as she looked expectantly at Harry. "Well, what is it? It's a malediction, isn't it?"

Harry nodded. "It is, the most aggressive one I've ever tasted. It's draining your body and spirit at a rapid pace. If left unchecked, I'm afraid you won't make it to see your graduation."

"I knew it! That bloody hag, I'll sue her for medical malpractice! I'll take every last knut from her vault!"

Harry cleared his throat. "You're handling your impending death with quite a lot of gravitas, Narcissa."

"Well, its a tragic thing, isn't it? I can picture it now, my body, pale and lifeless, laying in that casket while all those idiots that said I was imagining things wail about how they should have listened. Oooh, I might consider haunting them, just to rub it in their faces."

"Or you could live."

"...Or I could live. But how? If it's as aggressive as you say, I doubt even St. Mungos is equipped to handle it."

Harry tapped the side of his head. "Trust in the shamans, Narcissa, they know their maledictions. I have a treatment that will stave it off, it'll let you live a normal life, but, unfortunately, there is a downside, you will never be able to stop it, you will require constant care for the rest of your life, lest the malediction come back with a vengeance."

"What is the treatment, sir?" Narcissa asked, hanging off his every word.

Harry stood up from his chair, hands going to his trousers and undoing his fly. He reached into his pants and pulled out his rock-hard cock.

Narcissa touched a hand to her lip as she couldn't help but stare at the monstrous thing in front of her, making her feel excited and intimidated at the same time.

"You're going to need daily doses of my semen, either orally or through your other holes. It's the only thing that'll stave off the curse."

"Why your semen specifically?" Narcissa asked, not a hint of suspicion in her voice, only pure wonder.

"I've used shamanic arithmancy to fine tune it to your body and magic." Harry said with a straight face.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?! I'm already feeling pain in my joints! Give me my treatment now!"

"As you wish." Harry scooted closer to her, and Narcissa gasped as she realized what that meant. Her hands flew to his shoulders as Harry walked his cock up to her pussy. "This may sting a little."

Harry pushed into Narcissa's cunt and the blonde screamed out, nails digging into his back as she buried her head in his chest. "B-Be gentler, you brute!"

"Sorry," Harry said as his hands cupped her ass, squeezing her supple cheeks as he thrust the rest of his length into her cunt.

Wanting a fully perfect view, Harry's eye twitched, and Narcissa's top suddenly vanished, letting her perky, C-Cup breasts and their light-pink nipples bounce free.

Harry lifted her up from the bed and Narcissa wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat them back down on the roller chair, the act pushing his cock harder against her cervix. 

Narcissa moaned, arching her back and pushing her tits against Harry's chest as his massive cock stretched her cunt past its limit. Harry gave her a moment to adjust before he gave her ass a squeeze and then began to bounce her up and down on his shaft.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Narcissa's dainty little gasps and squeals drove him crazy as she bounced on his cock, her juicy little ass tight against his hands as her breasts bounced hypnotically along with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning over him as she was slammed repeatedly down on his hard cock.

"I can take it- Ah! Oh Merlin, I can feel the malediction coming! I-I think I'm going blind!"

Her crotch slapped against Harry's as he fucked her from the bottom, her tits mashing up against his hard chest with each thrust. Harry grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her head up as he went for her lips and claimed them with a hot, searing kiss.

Narcissa's tongue could not fight his domination, and so he fucked her mouth while he pounded her pussy, her ass cheeks slapping against his lap every time he hilted himself to the base.

He felt her moan against his mouth as she came, but he didn't so much as slow down. Narcissa was whining now, but she was kissing him back, even as her pussy quivered and pleaded for mercy.

Mercy only came when Harry finally came, slamming her down onto his lap one last time as he blasted her tight cunt with his seed.

"OOoooh! I-I can feel it! It's healing me!" Narcissa wailed as she felt his molten hot seed flood into her cunt, the revitalizing effects of the medicine spreading outward from where his burning sludge was clogging up her core.

Harry kept a firm hold of her as Narcissa's nails now sank into his back. He locked eyes with her again, bringing her in for another crushing kiss as his balls delivered every single dose into her needy little cunt.

When he was finally spent, Harry made a move to get up, but Narcissa whimpered. "It needs to settle! Don't waste any of it or my blood is in your hands, idiot!"

Harry sighed, though he smiled contentedly against the top of her head as Narcissa's breathing evened out. If he had to stay plugged into her pussy for a while longer, then so be it, it was all for her well being.

…

Harry blew his whistle. "Montague! That was blatant! Penalty for Ravenclaw! Slytherin will be a man down for ten minutes!"

Montague snarled as he turned on his broom and flew away to the bench. Boos rained down on Harry from the Slytherin section, but they bounced off of him like they were nothing, though he did make sure to send Bella a stern look, stopping the witch from cursing her house mates for daring to boo him.

As part of his flying instructor duties, Harry was the de facto referee for all quidditch matches. It had been an easy gig up until this match, where the Slytherins seemed to be dead set on maiming their opponents.

"Ref, we're gonna need some time, Hawkins needs to get checked out." The Ravenclaw team captain said as two teammates held up Hawkins, the chaser who Montague had blatantly wacked over the head with his beaters club.

Harry nodded, blowing his whistle once more. "I'm calling time for injury. Play will resume afterwards."

More groans from the crowd as the players all flew down to the grass, where Madam Pomfrey had her medical kit at the ready. The matron shook her head as she saw the disoriented boy being brought down by his teammates.

"This'll take a few minutes." She said as she began waving her wand over Hawkins.

Harry would have been content to wait and watch as the matron worked, but then a pendant on his neck grew hot.

Harry snatched at it, staring at the message that had been written on it in disbelief. 

"I'll be right back, need to use the loo." Harry said before flying off in the opposite direction of the bathrooms.

She was by one of the pillars behind the stands, arms crossed with that ever-present sneer on her beautiful face.

"Took you long enough."

"Narcissa, did you plan all this out?" 

Narcissa scoffed. "Are you accusing me of paying Montague off so that there would be a break in this stupid game and I'd be able to get my medicine? That is preposterous! And we don't have time to discuss it."

As she spoke, Narcissa had walked up to him and dropped to her knees, unbuckling his pants with a swiftness that only came from practice.

Harry had created a monster. One daily dose had turned into two - one in the morning and one right before bed. That had quickly turned into three and four as Narcissa insisted that her malediction was getting stronger, and now, they'd set up this system with the pendant, and he was at Narcissa's beck and call practically all day.

During breakfast and lunch, free periods and in between classes, Narcissa would call for him, insisting on getting another dose of her healing milk.

Harry sighed as Narcissa took his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head on it, letting out her own sigh of contentment. Even the act of sucking him off or taking his cock seemed to bring her great relief, even outside of sexual pleasure.

She'd developed the strongest placebo effect the world had ever seen.

"Mmhhhmmhmmm!" She gargled as she moved her head back and forth. Harry ran a hand through her blonde locks. There were worse situations to be in, he figured.

"I knew it! Master's been treating Cissy as well!" 

Harry's heart dropped as he heard Bella's voice and felt her run up to them. Narcissa's eyes snapped open in shock before she glared at her sister as Bellatrix knelt down beside her.

"Get away, Bella! This is my medicine!" 

"Don't be such a selfish little bitch, Cissy!"

"Girls, I really need to get back soon." Harry said as he checked his watch.

"Well then Cissy needs to hurry up, Master," Bella said as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, "Because I've been a good girl all week, and I deserve my reward!"

Harry groaned. The Black sisters might truly be the death of him. And to think, he still had one more to go.

Chapter 4: Andromeda Black

"I heard the ugly weasel is dropping out of school." Bellatrix said as she stabbed her mince pie, cackling with glee as the mince spurted out like guts from a stab wound.

Narcissa tisked as she carefully dabbed at her lips with a napkin. "What horrid judgment you have, Prewett. You're lucky my healer has taken you in as a charity case." She held up a piece of mince pie with her fork, "this is dry, by the way."

"Play nice, girls - the food's lovely, Molly, as always." Harry said to the busty redhead, "and please don't insult Arthur, he made the decision that worked best for him."

"Thank you, dear." Molly said, fixing Narcissa with a stern look, "You have quite a mouth on you, young lady."

"You're two years older than me." Narcissa drawled before shooting Harry a snide look, "You seriously enjoy collecting this assortment of basket cases, don't you?"

Both Bellatrix and Molly scoffed, making Narcissa whip her hair as she stared at them, "What? You two are both one head short of a runespoor. I'm the only sane one here."

"Whatever you say, Cissy." Bellatrix said.

The four of them were in Harry's quarters, sitting around a wooden table enjoying a nice, home-cooked meal that Molly had prepared. Molly had insisted on this, and now every Sunday night, they had a 'family' dinner where insults always seemed to be the driver of conversation.

Harry felt that it was quite healthy for all of them, helping them bond together.

"Hey!" Narcissa snapped her fingers at him. "My blood-semen levels are getting low here!"

Harry sighed. "Come over." He pulled back his chair. He was clad only in his boxers, so it was only a matter of fishing his cock out through the slit, his trouser snake half-hard and curling upward, ready to strike.

Bella scrambled up from her chair before Narcissa could move.

"Bella!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Bella wagged her finger at her younger sister as her thick body jiggled. The girls were in their underwear as well, and Bella was sporting a racy set of black knickers and bra, a silver chain dangling down to her stomach, piercing through both nipples. "Remember what we agreed on, Cissy, two for Bella, one for you!"

"But I need my medicine!"

Bella hopped on Harry's lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and sliding her meaty lips over his cock. Harry gripped her ass as she sank down, splitting her lips open as his cock burrowed into her vice-like tunnel.

"You can still get your stupid medicine, I'll squeeze some out of my kitty for you." Bella said over her shoulder, shooting her sister a cheshire grin.

A red-faced Narcissa stomped her feet, "You're going to ruin it with your stupid crazy juices!"

"Hold on, Narcissa." Harry said, grunting as Bella gave a sudden, erratic bounce on his cock, "It'll be fine, I'll make sure to give you what you need. Why don't you drink from Molly while you wait."

"It's not the same." Narcissa pouted, even as she went over to Molly, who was struggling to unlatch her bra.

Molly was five months pregnant now, with a nice, round baby bump that was still completely dwarfed by her now truly massive breasts. What once were simply a pair of ridiculously large breasts for a seventh year had swelled into stellar bodies, carrying a gravitational pull all their own. They were soft, and still so perfectly round, with large areolas and hard nipples that constantly leaked milk. It was only through an act of magic that Molly could even wear a bra anymore.

Harry couldn't remember what he'd told Narcissa - perhaps it was that a witch's breastmilk helped mitigate the pain from her 'malediction' - but either way, Narcissa now took several helpings of Molly's sweet milk as part of her treatment, even if her first preference was always Harry's cum.

When Molly finally managed to unleash her cowtits, Narcissa wrapped her plump red lips around a stiff nipple. She grabbed her boob from both sides, the soft flesh threatening to swallow her hands whole as she struggled to heft it up and squeeze, facilitating the flow of milk into her hungry lips.

The flow was more like a flood, as a large stream of milk streamed into Narcissa's mouth, her throat bulging as she gulped loudly, though she couldn't quite drink it up fast enough, two separate streams of milk leaking out from the sides of her mouth.

Harry had managed to get Bella under control, more or less. She rode his cock like a wild-woman, bouncing hard for a few strokes before suddenly bucking back and forth, his cock beating around in her cunt like a bull in a china shop. If Harry hadn't had the prescience to magically stick his chair to the floor, Bella would have long since made them tip over.

"All mine! Bella gets this one to herself!" 

Harry grabbed her chain and tugged on it hard, painfully pulling at her nipples as Harry forced her head down.

"Bella, behave."

Bella groaned, but Harry knew she would comply. He twisted the chain in his hand, tweaking her nipples as her tits mashed against each other from under her bra, aftershocks of jiggling breast-meat resulting from the collision.

Harr used the chain to rein Bella in like a horse. A wild horse, but a horse nonetheless. She bucked around on his lap, riding right on past her orgasm with glee.

For someone who was only doing it out of obligation, Narcissa had really thrown herself into guzzling down Molly's milk. She was drinking greedily now, full-throatedly, more milk spilling out from her soaked lips, running down her cheeks, her chin, down to her collarbone and dribbling down to her own breasts.

"T-there, there, dear - ah! - drink all you need. Mommy's got - oooh! - she's got more than enough." Molly alternated words and moans as Narcissa sucked on her tit. She stroked the blonde's hair, and despite her bitchy self, Narcissa reciprocated by shoving her hand down the front of Molly's panties and sticking three fingers in her pregnant cunt.

Bellatrix came on Harry's lap, and while she made a weak attempt at keeping him pinned down until he gave her all his cum, Harry threw her off violently, sending her crashing onto hands and knees, letting out a scream as the sudden pain only heightened her orgasm.

Harry walked over to Narcissa's plate, with her 'dry' mince pie. A few strokes of his shaft later, thick white cream spurted from his cock, each shot layering itself atop Narcissa's dinner in a zig-zag pattern. When he was finally spent, Narcissa's pie looked as if it had been plated by a Michelin star chef.

"There you go, Narcissa."

Narcissa broke off from Molly and sat down, eagerly grabbing her fork as she dug into her cum glazed food.

As Harry watched Narcissa bring the fork up to her lips and bite into a piece of pie, his cum so thick that it had managed to soak through every single inch, he sat back down. Bella crawled over to his side, laying her head on his naked lap like a pet dog while Molly took her own seat, beaming at all of them.

"What a wonderful family we've created, dear." She said as she sipped her coffee.

Harry gave her belly a pointed look. "And it'll only keep growing."

Molly nodded, though her face fell into a slight frown, "Though, it's still missing something important, isn't it? It doesn't feel right, for one sister to be missing."

"Andi." Bella whispered from Harry's lap.

Narcissa wiped a glob of cum from the corner of her mouth, slurping it up from her finger with gusto. "Andromeda hasn't spoken to me since I was a third year. It's all those mu… muggleborn friends of hers. Led her astray."

"Stupid hat put her in Hufflepuff. Master, would I be good if I burned the hat?" Bella asked hopefully from Harry's lap.

"No, Bella, that wouldn't be good at all." Harry ignored Bella's pout as he looked at Narcissa. "Well, I definitely think the three of you could do with some family therapy. I'm sure there's a lot of bottled up trauma that has driven a rift between you."

Narcissa scoffed. "But we had a lovely childhood. Didn't we, Bella?"

Bella nodded enthusiastically. "I remember when father let me mount Tufty's head on the wall for christmas. What a wonderful day that was!"

Harry coughed. "Regardless, I think it's time for you three girls to have a talk. I would like to see the Black sisters reunited."

…

"So anyways, I said to him, 'That definitely doesn't look like it was a bubotuber that pussed all over your pants'" 

Everyone in their little group snortled and snickered as Ted Tonks finished retelling the little incident during herbology earlier that morning. Well, everyone except Andromeda Black, who gave Ted a blank look before looking back down at her plate, where she'd been purposefully using her fork to tamp her mashed potatoes down to a perfect, uniform rectangle.

Ted's smile slipped as he looked at her, "Did you get it, Andi?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, Franklin Pierce ejalucated in his pants during herbology."

Ted guffawed as the others snickered once more, this time even louder. "No, no! You don't get it, he did get sprayed with bubotuber pus."

"So then he didn't ejaculate?"

"No, it was just a joke."

"Oh, ok." 

And with that, Andromeda returned to fortifying her mashed potatoes, getting them ready to hold the pieces of chicken she'd sliced up into triangles. Right triangles.

"You gotta give up on getting Andi to laugh, Ted. She's an impenetrable fortress." Helena Abott said as Ted let out a sigh.

Everyone in their group of friends knew Ted had always harbored a crush on Andromeda, but Andromeda had always been oblivious to his advances. Andromeda had always acted strangely, really, something that the group - comprised mainly of muggleborns and half-bloods - attributed to her pureblood upbringing.

Later on, they were all lounging in the Hufflepuff common room. Ted, Helena, Callum and Peter were sitting in a circle, a half-abandoned game of exploding snaps between them. Off to the side, bent over a small table, was Andromeda, writing away furiously on a piece of parchment.

Helena twisted in her seat as she addressed Andi behind her. "Runes or arithmancy?" 

"Runes." Andi said simply.

"We don't have any homework for that, do we?" Callum asked, suddenly spooked.

"No, she's just working on something on her own. She's a damn prodigy at that stuff, I swear." Helena said as she turned back. 

"She just does that to do it?" Peter asked incredulously.

"She actually finds it fun." Ted said. "She can get lost in it for hours, believe me, I've seen it."

"You are stupid in love with her, aren't you?" Helena asked with a grin.

"W-What?!" Ted stuttered, eyes darting over to Andromeda in panic.

"Oh, you know as well as I do she's dead to the world over there. As long as we don't raise our voices."

"Can't say I blame you, Teddy. She looks a lot like her older sister, just without being an evil bitch." Callum said.

"Councilor Potter's changed her." Peter said. "She passed by me in the hall the other day, and she called me a filthy midget instead of a filthy mudblood like she usually would."

Ignoring the side conversation, a pale-faced Ted stared Helena down.

"Listen, Teddy, there's nothing wrong with it. I think it's pretty cute, why don't you talk to her?" 

"Don't you think I've tried?" Ted whispered in frustration, looking over Helena's shoulder at Andromeda, whose nose was still buried in her runes work, completely unaware. "I've dropped plenty of hints over the years, you know? Andi's never flirted back."

"You know how she is. Besides, she grew up in all that pureblood courtship stuff. You need to be more direct, just lay it all out there for her."

Ted paled even more, his palms sweating merely at the thought. "No way, are you serious? Just confess to her out of the blue?"

Helena shrugged. "I mean, we've got one year left after this, you don't exactly have much time, do you? Besides, fortune favours the bold and all that." 

Ted sighed, wringing his hands as he fought the urge to glance back at Andromeda. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, what's the worst that could happen, right?"

…

"Thanks for coming with me to the kitchens, Andi." Ted rubbed the back of his neck as he fumbled with the words he'd gone over five hundred times in his head.

"Of course, Ted." Andromeda said. They were opposite each other on a small, square table that the house elves had set up. The little creatures brought them their food and - after only a little bit of begging from Ted - poured them two glasses of wine.

"Thank you." Ted nodded to the elves. He'd always been a bit uncomfortable about the little creature's existence. He cleared his throat, though the lump there still remained as he forced himself to look into Andromeda's violet eyes.

Andromeda looked right back at him, unblinking.

"Andi, I actually brought you here for a reason, you see-"

"Excuse me." Andromeda had looked over to the elf that had brought her a napkin, "Could you take that back and bring it over on my other side?"

"Hoppy will be getting right to it, missus!" The house elf squeaked. Jolly as he was, he grabbed her napkin, walked around behind her and placed the napkin down on her left side.

Ted lost the battle with his right leg, which was frantically bouncing up and down as his nerves threatened to snuff out his courage.

"Right, well, erm… as I was saying, Andi, I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you about something."

Andromeda raised her head from where she'd been focused on lining up her asparagus by length and thickness. In ascending order. "What about?" 

"Hehe… well," he took a deep breath before finally deciding to let it all out. "I just… I kinda really like you and… would you go to Hogsmeade with me?"

She blinked. "How strange, Ted. Why did you need to bring me here to ask if I would go to Hogsmeade? We always go to Hogsmeade."

"No, no! I don't mean like we always do as a group, I mean you and me, going together, alone, going to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks and maybe even… erm… holding hands and stuff." By the time he was finished, Ted's face was positively crimson.

Andromeda's brow had furrowed. She looked as if she was trying to work out a particularly difficult arithmancy problem, and she was actually losing the battle. Her eyes twitched in weird ways until finally, "Oh, I see. You have romantic feelings for me."

"Yes!" Ted practically screamed.

"Ok." Andromeda nodded, her face remaining neutral the entire time until she grabbed her fork and began to eat.

Ted sat in stunned silence, watching Andromeda mechanically work through her meal, until he found his voice again. 

"Well?"

"Sorry?"

"Aren't you going to say anything?! You're supposed to say whether you like me back or not."

"oh, I see. No, I do not like you back, Ted."

Ted was absolutely crushed. No matter how much he'd been terrified of this exact scenario, deep in his mind he'd always just thought things would work out for him.

"You seem upset."

Ted couldn't help but scoff, "Upset? You just told me you didn't like me, Andromeda."

"Before this year, I was amenable to exploring something with you, Ted. But this year, I have developed much more concrete feelings for someone else."

"I had a chance?!"

"Does that make you feel better?"

"...a little." Ted admitted.

"Do not feel sad, Ted. You are a slightly above average wizard in all regards, you will find companionship in a person of your choosing."

"Andi, can we just go back to the common room? Pretend this whole thing never happened?"

Ted dropped his face into his hands, pulling his hair back with his fingers as he stared down at the table. Andromeda resumed her meal, and hearing the clinking of the fork on the bowl, Ted shot her an incredulous look.

"Oh, I see… would it… be more appropriate for me to leave?"

Ted didn't nod, but Andromeda surmised that leaving would be the best idea, and so, she ate just a little bit more, enough so that there was a nice and symmetrical diagonal slash dividing the empty half of her plate from the rest.

Andromeda left Ted behind in the kitchens, deciding that she should try to come up with romantic candidates that could replace her in his heart. An itemized list would do.

The kitchens were around the corner from the Hufflepuff common room, barely a two minute walk, and so it wasn't long before Andromeda began hearing familiar voices.

"Loyalty, humility, respect."

"Poofter. Pansy. Crybaby."

"Bella, just keep your mouth shut if you're not even going to try!"

"We've been trying passwords for ten minutes! Let's just wait and get her at dinner!"

Just like that, Andromeda made an about face and walked in the opposite direction.

She didn't hate her sisters. Well, she didn't particularly like them, either. They were racist towards her friends, and just generally were a pair of nasty, mean bitches. But, that wasn't the specific reason she avoided them at all costs. No, she avoided them because they were just so… overstimulating.

Narcissa with her constant bitching and whining about how her temperature was up or her stomach hurt or she was close to dying. Bella with the violent things she'd just blurt out and say, evoking graphic images in Andi's head that she then had to work through dismantling. They made her feel like nails on a chalkboard, and Andi would rather not spend much time around them.

Now though, she had no idea where to go. All her stuff was in her dorm. The library was always an option, she had an urge to read up on seventeenth century cauldron prototypes, but then, she thought back to Ted.

He'd been brave enough to express his feelings for her, regardless of how badly that had gone for him. Perhaps, she should take a page out of his book, and pour her heart out to the person she liked.

Her decision made, and not wanting nerves to creep up and make her change course, Andromeda made her way over to the office of the newest member of the Hogwarts staff.

She stood in front of his door, looking for the optimum spot on the door to knock. Finding a particularly enticing looking section where the pattern of the wood grain resembled the nordic rune for growth, she raised her fist up before giving three firm, precise taps with her knuckles, enjoying the feeling of the wood against the back of her hand.

She waited, unable to hear anything on the other side. 

With a click, the door opened inward - not outward, like the doors to McGonagall, Sprout and Flitwick's quarters - and Harry Potter stepped out into the frame.

She'd never been this close to him. He was tall, taller than he looked from afar, and ravishingly handsome. Andi stared up at him, taking in every little idiosyncrasy of his features that she had missed from afar. His eyebrows were further apart than she'd first thought, his lips fuller.

At first, Harry had thought she was Bella. It wasn't until the hufflepuff colours of her clothes finally broke through to his brain that he noticed the differences.

Her nose was a little rounder. Her curly hair wasn't quite as wild nor as long, kept in a ponytail that Bella would never wear. There were other, subtle differences in her face, and she was maybe half an inch shorter than Bella.

Even with all of that, it was uncanny enough that his mind had to keep reminding him that they weren't twins. 

"Miss Black," he finally greeted after a long pause from both of them. "What can I do for you?"

"May I come in, sir? I would like to talk to you about something."

"Of course, of course, my door is always open." Harry stepped aside to let her in, looking around and not finding Bella and Narcissa anywhere near. They'd agreed this would be a family session. He wasn't sure what was going on here.

He closed the door and cast the usual privacy and locking charms. As he turned around, he found that instead of sitting down, Andromeda was staring up at one of the pictures framed up on his wall.

Harry walked up to her, glancing up at the photo. It was a photo of a black and red steam engine which was rolling down invisible tracks over the vast chasm of the Grand Canyon. The sun was setting and there were small slivers of snow all over the mostly desert landscape. 

"It's quite a beautiful view, isn't it? It's a fun ride, too. They're really big on amusement parks over in the states."

Andromeda pointed at the train. "That is a California Western 45."

"You mean the train?" 

Andromeda nodded. "It hauled lumber until it was retired in 1964." She looked up at Harry with an innocent, perplexed expression, "Why would they use an engine from California and not one from Arizona? There were several models that serviced the Grand Canyon."

"...You sure do know a lot about trains." Harry said, feeling more than a bit bewildered.

"I do." Andromeda nodded.

"You must love riding the Hogwarts Express then." Harry said with a chuckle.

"I do. Though I wish they would have kept the original seats and lighting fixtures."

Harry cleared his throat. "Why don't you have a seat, Miss Black?" Harry gestured her over.

"You may call me Andi. My friends call me that."

"Uh, sure! Andi it is."

Harry took his familiar place behind his desk as Andromeda sat down across from. Harry composed himself, he'd been ready for this for a while. He hadn't really interacted with Andromeda much in his original timeline, but from what he knew, she was the only normal, well-adjusted one of the Black sisters. Cheap manipulation tactics wouldn't be as effective on her, so he would first need to have a proper therapy session, diving deep into her relationship with her sisters and her family.

"You are really hot."

"What?"

"I think you are very handsome. Your eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad. You also look like you would be very good at having sex. I would like to date you, but not for the purpose of friendship. It would be for romantic purposes, including sex."

Harry was stunned into silence as he stared at Andromeda, trying to keep his jaw from hanging open.

As the silence stretched between them, Andromeda's emotionless face began to turn. Her lip quivered and her eyes watered as she skipped right over to an ugly cry.

"I… I will leave now." She sniffled as she stood up abruptly, cringing at the way the chair squeaked. Only when she turned to leave did Harry recover enough to react.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"You didn't say that you wanted to date me back. That means that you're rejecting me."

"No, not at all!" Harry laughed sheepishly, "You… you're a very beautiful young woman, Andi. Any guy would be lucky to date you. Erm… it's just, I'm a professor, well, sort of a professor, and I don't know if it'd be allowed." Harry couldn't believe he was talking himself out of bagging Andromeda, but she had him so turned around, he was just spewing words out of his mouth at this point.

"According to the Hogwarts bylaws there is no issue. You do not hold a position of authority." 

That made sense, 'Mental Health Profession' might as well be gobbledygook to the wizarding world, so as far as the bylaws were concerned, he was just the flying instructor.

"Right, well… I don't see why not."

Andromeda's face lit up into a bright smile that staggered Harry. She looked so much like Bella, and yet Bellatrix could never smile in this way. At least not without the crazy shining through.

"Wonderful. Well then… when shall we have it?" 

Deciding it was best if he seized the moment, Harry grinned. "No time like the present, right?" He gestured towards his quarters, "We can use my floo, go wherever you want."

"Wherever I want?" Andromeda's eyes widened as the biggest smile yet formed on her face.

"Wherever you want, Andi."

…

And that was how Harry found himself in a place he'd never been in before, a place he'd never even known existed until now. The British Museum of Magical Britain.

He'd spent the past ten minutes standing in the same spot as Andromeda monologued, completely uninterrupted, about the history of cauldrons.

"...and that was why in the seventeenth century the Iron Nanny design fell out of favour. It let too many impurities leak into the potion, its the reason for the great sleeping draught epidemic of sixteen-forty-five."

She wasn't even reading off the plaques or anything, she would just point at each cauldron and go into a hyper-detailed history, stopping only occasionally to look at Harry expectantly and ask if he understood. Harry would say yes, and then she'd move on to the next.

After the cauldrons there was the glass clase with a collection of coins throughout the ages. Andromeda had her face and hands pressed firmly against the glass as she stared at the coins in wonder.

"During goblin rebellions, the wizengamot would mint its own galleons. Its why they're so shoddily made, they have a 5% nickel impurity. They are quite beautiful, aren't they?"

Harry had to admit they were. They were the only wizarding coins he'd seen with a portrait of someone on them, like muggle money. Harry squinted, trying to figure who the very faded image engraved on the face of one of the coins was supposed to be.

"The animation charm has decayed more than it should." Andromeda frowned as she looked at one of the coins as the faded, featureless face made jerky movements every once in a while. "I need to sit down and do some calculations."

The museum had a cafeteria, and so Harry had the strangest dinner date of his life as he ate a cold, pre-packed sandwich while Andromeda sat opposite him, the parchment and quill he'd conjured up for her already filled with calculations that made absolutely no sense to Harry.

Harry shook his head as he watched her. This was the strangest date he'd ever been on, and yet, he found that he liked it.

Andromeda was very endearing, quirks and all.

"You're close to cracking it?" He asked.

Andromeda looked up, "Oh, I already figured out the decay. Its due to improperly applied stasis charms. I may need to owl the museum director."

"Then what's all this extra stuff you're doing?" Harry gestured at her last few calculations.

"Oh. I am trying to figure out what is the most arithmantically optimal name for our child if we were to have one. I have not quite figured out the boy, but Nymphadora is the perfect name for a girl."

Harry had to stop himself from snorting, for several reasons. "Already thinking about kids?"

"When we have sex, that will be a likely outcome, will it not?"

Deciding to seize the momentum once more, Harry reached out to touch her hand. Andromeda visibly flinched, though she eased into his touch rather quickly, squirming in her seat as she did.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes." She said, a little breathless. "I don't usually like physical touch, but yours feels nice."

Harry smiled as he rubbed circles on the back of her hand. Even that minimal stimulation made her shudder and her eyes darken.

"Does it only feel nice?" Harry's index finger swam around the webbing between her thumb and forefinger, "Andi, you seem to be a girl of many interests. Tell me, do those interests include things of a more… intimate nature?"

"Intimate?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"I mean sex. Do you think about sex?"

She took a deep breath. "All the time. I always had all these fantasies… but there was never a face attached to them, until I saw you."

Harry shot her a seductive smile. "I'm sure they are quite vivid. I would love to act them out with you."

"Really?!"

"Really." Harry licked his lips. "What do you say, Andi? Let's have a little bit of fun." 

Harry was getting ready to grab her and lead her out of this museum, lead her back to his quarters, where he would play out any and every fantasy she had ever dreamt up.

Which made it all the more shocking when he realized that he was already up and walking, and that Andromeda was squeezing his hand tight, leading him along.

He did a double take, almost getting hypnotized by the sashay of her hips as she walked, the outline of her round ass swaying from side to side. 

He looked ahead, and he realized that Andi was leading them deeper into the museum.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"It should be down this hallway." She said as she led him through several rooms, past the 'Quidditch Through the Ages' display and through the room dedicated to notable ministers and chief warlocks.

It was a dizzying trip through the maze-like hallways of the museum. It being a weekday afternoon, the place was completely empty, and Harry had not seen a single person since Andromeda had taken him on this trek. 

She finally stopped, letting go of Harry's hand. In the time it took Harry to regain his bearings and decipher where he was, Andromeda made rapid, mechanical movements with her wand, setting up privacy charms and alert wards in the room.

"Roman Britain." Harry read aloud from one of the plaques as he looked around at the displays. There was a display model of a Roman British city, complete with fully functioning aqueducts charmed to run perpetually. There were pillars. There were primitive Roman and British wands. There was also a set of Roman armour, which was currently jostling out of its display stand and flying directly at him.

"Wait wh-" Harry was struck by the armour, sheets of metal wrapping around his torso, leather straps fastening them together as a gladius hilted itself at his side. He was now covered in armour, though, because it had been made for someone quite a bit shorter than him, the armour fit more like shoulder pads and loose chest plating than something that covered his whole torso.

At the same time, Harry found himself off balance as he was tightly bound in ropes. He tried to right the ship, but failed miserably as he fell over sideways, crashing down onto the floor.

"What just happened?" He asked himself as a foot settled over his hand. It was a bare, soft, dainty little foot, attached to a smooth leg with creamy, alabaster skin.

His eyes rode up to see Andromeda staring down at him with a hard look on her face. Her hair was loose and wild, and she had on a long flowing white dress with a red sash tied up under her chest, which pushed up her considerable bust.

At first he thought she'd conjured the dress, but one look at the now naked bust behind her told him she'd just commandeered a piece of historical clothing.

"I am Boudica, warrior queen of the confederation of British tribes. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Roman soldier?"

A history buff Harry was not. Nor was he a great actor. And so, he went to the old mainstay, "Errr…"

Andromeda pushed her foot harder on his hand. "I have massacred your legion, and I would kill you as well. Yet, I find you ruggedly handsome, though I will not admit that to you. I will use my seductive powers to interrogate you now. You will tell me all you know."

"I will not reveal any secrets of the great Julius Caesar!" Harry yelled, going along with it as best he could.

Andromeda shook her head. "Caesar was long dead by this period. The emperor at this time is Nero, the general in charge of your army is Suetonious."

"Oh. Sorry."

Andromeda levitated him up and stuck him to the wall, she sauntered up to him, the fabric of her millenia old dress clinging to her form. The thin material left nothing to the imagination, Harry could see her pink nipples under the fluttering dress, along with the curve of her hips and even the faintest glimpse of her thin pussy lips.

Andromeda looked him in the eyes with a cool confidence as she reached for his hip and unsheathed his gladius. She inspected the short sword before she looked back up at him. 

In an instant, the coolness she projected disappeared as she became timid, shoulders hunching slightly. "Boudica was an expert in the seductive magics, but I must confess that I am completely inexperienced in such aspects, so there may be some historical inaccuracies in my performance."

Harry smiled. "It's alright, Andi, we'll work through it together."

One firm nod later and the mask was back on. For all intents and purposes Andromeda Black was Boudica.

Andi reached out to touch his face. "It feels so different." She said as she focused mainly on his jawline, the coarseness of his light stubble seemed to fascinate her as another hand joined, fingers sliding all over his lower jaw.

"Your sensual touch will not be enough for me to divulge my secrets!" 

"Hmmmp, I see, then I will simply up the ante." Andi cupped his face as her eyes flashed to his lips. She leaned forward, then jerked back, frowning nervously as she thought far too hard about the best way to pucker her lips.

Tied up, Harry could only lay in wait as she continued to take one step forward and two steps back, before she finally made a duck face and surged ahead.

Her lips barely touched his when she went to move back, but Harry leaned forward, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling her towards him as she hissed. He used his leverage to seal her lips with a searing kiss, taking advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue past.

Andromeda moaned, her hands gripping his face even tighter as she mewled. She began to kiss back, and while her inexperience shone through in the way she struggled to match his rhythm, it only made Harry all the hornier.

"Mhhhh." She moaned, now running a hand through his hair as she melted into him, pressing her body against his own. When her crotch lined up with the bulge in his pants, she gasped, eyes going wide as she leaned her head back.

"I-It feels so good." She said as she began to grind her crotch against his, chasing that delicious friction that set every nerve ending in her body on fire.

Harry bit his lip as Andi used him as a masturbation aid, grinding her pussy against his cock until her juices soaked right on through the thousand-year-old, priceless dress.

"Your musk will not make me falter, wench!" Harry called out in his roughest voice. That seemed to startle Andromeda, who had been lost in her self-stimulation. It took a moment, but her glazed-over eyes regained some of their focus.

"I have only scratched the surface of my witchenly wiles, Roman."

She reached out with her wand and summoned a dagger from a display case. Harry's breath hitched as she aimed the blade at him. She brought it forward and began cutting around the gaps in his armour. He held his breath as she continued to slice downward. She was careful, but there were moments where the magically preserved dagger showed just how sharp it still was, nicking lightly at his skin before Andi relieved the pressure. She cut with precision, making sure to leave his armour and ropes.

With his favorite shirt left in tatters, Harry was left looking less like a historically accurate soldier and more like a fantasy barbarian, his muscular body bulging against the armour and ropes that seemed like they would explode outward at any moment. Andromeda reached out and slid her hand under the metal plating over his chest. She ran her hands over his skin, gasping as her fingers felt the hard, corded muscles underneath. Her fingers sank into his chest as her violet eyes seemed mesmerized, lips half-parted.

She traced a path down his chest, the gaps between plating becoming a roadmap. Harry could feel the way her hand would tremble as she mapped out a new texture. His chest gave way to his rock hard abs, and a whispered 'Merlin' let him know just how much she was enjoying tracing their outline.

She leaned down and pressed her lips on the bare skin between his pecs, tongue darting out to get a small taste. Her mouth followed the trail blazed by her fingers, kissing along every single area of exposed flesh, making little hops when either fiber or steel impeded her path. When she reached his almost completely exposed abs, she became a ravenous vixen, wrapping her lips around an individual muscle and lathering it with her tongue.

Her actions were having quite an effect on Harry, who was struggling very hard to not just snap his fingers and vanish the ropes. He settled for jerking his hips forward, tapping her chin with his clothed cock.

Andromeda was startled, taken by surprised by the meat-missile that assaulted her. She went cross-eyed peering down at it before she reached out, curious, and gave it an experimental squeeze with her hand.

"Don't use the dagger on that!" Harry forewarned, getting an innocent, owlish look in return.

"Ok." She replied. She pulled out her wand, vanishing both his pants and the the lower half of his ropes. Before she could move to undress him further, his cock did it all its own, rocketing through the slit in his boxers.

Andromeda gasped. "Oh goodness. It is much bigger than in the anatomy books." She reached out and grasped it, bending over at the waist until her head was level with his cock.

"Glans. Urethral opening. Corona. Neck. Frenulum."

Her hand slid down his entire shaft as she muttered under her breath, listing off every anatomical feature of his bitch-breaking monstrosity. When she reached the base, she went back up to the head, thumb falling over his coin-slot and wriggling around as her head leaned in even closer.

She was like a curious child as the pad of her thumb sank into his opening. She let out a startled gasp when a spurt of precum sprayed onto her finger. When she removed the thumb, a second surge of clear slick splashed out and ran down her palm.

"Hmmm." She was mesmerized, though when she looked back up at him, she seemed to remember the role she was playing. "I have already caused you such arousal. You will not last much longer, centurion, now, tell me where your legions are located."

"I shall take it to the grave!" Harry roared.

"We shall see." Andi then dipped her head forward, keeping a firm grip on his shaft as she wrapped her lips around his cockhead.

He wished he could run his hands over her hair. She was so hesitant, inexperience shining through far more than it had for her sisters. And yet that innocence only added to her allure as she sucked his entire head into her mouth, lips sealed around the underside as her cheeks hollowed out.

Harry groaned in pleasure as she treated his head like a lollipop, sucking and licking as he fed her a steady stream of pre-cum. 

*SLURP!*

It didn't take long at all for the blowjob to turn sloppy as Andi bobbed her head back and forth, producing copious amounts of spit as she moved past his head and began swallowing more and more of his cock. She was actually doing a good job of it, until she got halfway down.

*GWAK!*

Andi's eyes widened and her brow furrowed, shooting Harry as questioning look as she tried to swallow more, only for his head to once again slam against the back of her throat, uvula pinned against the roof of her mouth.

The angry, perplexed look in her face was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. She jostled around, changing the angle of her throat, probing for different position, until she'd had his cock in her mouth for so long that she finally remembered that she needed to breathe.

She pulled away with a gasp, his shaft now sloppy with her drool as she held his cock in place, absently jerking it as she tried to regain her breath.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you, Queen of the English?"

"Iceni." Andromeda casually corrected as she stared at his cock like a puzzle that needed to be solved. "This should be a solvable problem… perhaps if I… yes."

Before Harry could say anything else, Andromeda came forward again, taking his cock in her mouth and swallowing it whole, sliding his massive girth through her soft mouth. She carefully angled her head, and to Harry's astonishment, there was no stumbling block, she took inch after inch, her throat bulging visibly until he finally bottomed out, cockhead at her esophagus while her lips place a gentle kiss on his base.

Andi let out a gleeful hum at having solved the problem, and when her head move, her cock-stuffed throat bulged even more.

Harry cursed as she began to move her head back and forth. She was deep-throating him now, throat squelching loudly every time she took him down all the way. She soon built up a nice, smooth yet sloppy rhythm, always ending with a loud smooch at the base of his shaft.

The whole time, Andi was staring up at him with those violet eyes of hers, not in a seductive manner, but almost in an analytical way, as if she was studying his reaction, subtly adjusting her movements based on his expression.

She slid back from his shaft once more, this time both hands wrapping around his slobber-coated shaft. She jerked him back and forth, lips wrapping around the head as her tongue worked at it frantically.

"Oh fuck!" Before he knew it, Harry's legs went weak as Andi slurped and gurked and jerked all at once. His balls strained to hold back the tide, but those innocent eyes of hers were far too much.

"Goddamnit Andi!"

Her eyes widened as her hands actually felt the surge of semen run up his shaft mere milliseconds before it erupted outward, inside her sealed lips and right down her worn throat.

Harry wasn't even conscious of the fact that he'd atomized Andi's ropes. He was simply standing over her, a firm hand keeping her head in place as he emptied his balls directly into her stomach.

Two spurts became three, became four, became seven.

And he was still going, cock expanding massively inside of Andi's throat with each spurt. Andromeda couldn't even swallow, she was force fed his thick, creamy seed, gulping down a firehose's worth of baby batter.

When he pulled out of her, it felt like his cock was a mile long, dragging its way through her throat, giving the tender flesh there a final battering before. After one more tug when his head got jammed in her mouth, it slipped out with a loud, wet *PLOP*

Drool mixed with cum spilled out from Andi's mouth and dribbled down her chin. Harry helped her to her feet.

"Have you had enough, Boudica?" 

Andromeda shocked him once again. This time, by falling onto him, head resting sideways on his chest-plate as her soft body wrapped around his own, her skin prickling upon contact with the cold steel of the armour. "I do not wish to act anymore. Would you make love to me, please?"

Harry felt a deep fondness for the girl as he dipped his head down and kissed her on the forehead. "How do you want it?"

Andi twisted around in his grip, wriggling her clothed bum against his cock. "From behind, please."

Harry was happy to oblige. He walked them forward until Andi could grab onto a railing. Harry flipped up her white dress, cock aching as her deliciously round bum was revealed. He grabbed onto her knickers, intending to pull them down, but when he saw the cute Hippogriff designs on the yellow material, he decided to just push it to the side as he placed his cock against her pussy.

Andi hissed at feeling of his hot cock against her virgin lips, her back arching as she ached for more of that wonderful sensation. Harry reached out and pulled down the top of her dress, her milky, melon-sized boobs spilling out over the top and quickly being wrangled in by Harry's hands, which sank into the lovely softness as he immediately began to tweak her nipples.

Using her boobs for leverage, Harry thrust, making sure to move slowly as his cock spread her virgin lips apart.

Andromeda whimpered cutely as Harry's cock slowly entered her. As the first inch of his cock was enveloped by her hot, snug little cunt, Harry had a single thought.

These Black sisters all really have incredible fucking pussies.

He shoved thoughts of Narcissa and Bella aside as Andi waddled like a penguin, spreading her legs farther apart in order to accomodate him further. He was ready to squeeze in another inch of cock into her, when Andromeda threw her hips back, violently slamming her ass against his crotch as the entire length of his cock barreled into her cunt.

"Eeeep!" Andi yipped like an injured pup as Harry squeezed her breasts harder, his balls slapping against her clit as his cock pounded into her cervix after having blown through her hymen. 

After a moment where they stood in silence, with Andi's pussy molding itself around his cock, bleating and throbbing around him.

"I-I had read that the first penetration was painful, and so I wished be done with it."

Harry chuckled, his grip on Andi's breasts softening as he began to gently knead her soft globes, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. 

"I'll take the lead from now on. Is that ok, Andi?"

"Y-yes, it is."

Harry pushed just the slightest bit, grinding his head against the middle Black sister's cervix, before he began to pull back slowly, savoring every little bit of friction as his cock was massaged by Andromeda's pussy.

He pulled back most of the way before sliding in once more, and as Andi braced against the railing, Harry built a slow, sensuous rhythm. 

She asked for lovemaking, and lovemaking she would get.

His armour clanged with each thrust, until Harry made it vanish with a thought, leaving his torso completely bare.

Andi arched her back as she stood up straighter, allowing her to turn her head and place a tender kiss under his chin as Harry surged forward. Her sweet pussy squelched, juices overflowing as Harry's cock fucked into her.

*plap*plap*plap*plap*plap*

Soon they'd set a steady pace. Andi moved along with him as best she could, but it was Harry leading the way. Harry, who was now running his hands all over her body under her dress, Harry, who was drilling his cock into her cunt and making her clit tingle every time, Harry, who grabbed her by the neck and began kissing along her face as he rutted into her.

Andi whimpered as she came, and Harry kept on going. His pace quickened, despite her frail protests, pelvis slapping against her juicy bum as he made sure that she never could come down from her orgasm.

Andi's eyes crossed over, he tongue hung out. Tits bouncing and wobbling over her dress as her skin shimmered with sweat under the white dress, the fabric swaying in a hypnotic dance.

"Where do you want it, Andi?" Harry asked, as he felt himself getting closer.

"I-Inside! I-Ive read that its the most pleasura-AHCK!"

Harry slammed into her so hard that she fell forward, body bent over the railing as her hands and feet flailed uselessly in the air. Harry thrust into her several more times, watching her asscheeks ripple as Andi struggled to keep her balance and not fall over completely.

He grabbed onto her ass when he felt his balls erupt. Andromeda was hanging over the railing, stiff as a board, tits dangling heavily as Harry's cock gave its first twitch.

"Oooooh!" She moaned as she felt the first spurt of his seed jet right on through her insides. She closed her eyes, wanting to focus entirely on the amazing, fascinating sensation of being filled with semen.

The second spurt was even more exquisite. She could visualize the molten hot seed as it filled her pussy, erupting with such pressure that it surely had pierced through her cervix and entered her womb. She was proven right as Harry's cock continued to rattle around inside her sensitive cunt, each spurt of somehow as voluminous as the last. She felt a heat not just in her pussy, but in her lower stomach, a wonderful warmth that brought her to new heights of ecstasy.

She wanted to open her eyes, to see her stomach bloated with his semen, but she could not stop basking in the sensation. With here eyes shut tight, she could feel the way Harry's hands gripped her tightly, she could better feel the heat flooding through her cunt.

She kept count of each spurt, just like she sometimes counted her steps, but so much more exquisite.

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Seven would be a wonderful number to stop at, an anrithmantically perfect number.

But eight thundered in right after, and she began to wonder just how her pussy and womb would accumulate such copious amounts of seed. Later, she would sit down by the fire and attempt to calculate the maximum capacity of his semen her pussy could carry.

But for now, she counted. Ten became eleven became twelve, and twelve would be such a terrible place to stop at. But mercifully, wonderfully, Harry had one more shot for her, and lucky number thirteen truly made her belly bulge, the final blast of molten sludge making her picture drowning in the most indulgent wave of thick, creamy icing.

She needed this. Always. She needed to bathe in it, she needed to drown in it. 

He was still stiff inside of her as he helped her back to her feet. Andromeda was wobbly, and she could feel his cum sloshing around inside of her. She felt serene. She felt balanced. 

Like this, both her parents, sisters, grandparents and cousins could be engaged in one of their toxic, discordant dinner table discussions, and Andi would feel nothing but grace.

Harry was looking over his shoulder. The wards Andromeda had put up were ringing. Someone was trying to tear them down.

He could hear muffled sounds from the other end, and he didn't need to hear a thing to more or less guess at what they were saying. Andi was propped up against his chest, dead on her feet, and still wearing that priceless historical artefact.

"Well, I'm sure it won't be such a big deal." Harry said as he snapped his fingers and put the dagger Andi had taken back on its pedestal. He glanced down at her, as she rested her head on his shoulder and placed tiny kisses on his collarbone. He should put the dress back as well. But, she looked far too beautiful in it, and he was sure they wouldn't miss a raggedy old dress anyways.

Concentrating his magic, he twisted around, breaking through the anti-apparition wards and dissapearing with a soft pop.