Chapter 6: Chapter 6Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHarry had always wondered if his life was just a source of enjoyment for someone up there who controls his life and throws things to make it more interesting.
And the situation he was in was a literal proof of that.
Right in front of his eyes on his own bed lying was a very naked Bellatrix Black.
The girl who was his student.
"Bellatrix, what the fuck are you doing here?!" Harry asked with a hard voice, keeping his eyes on her face rather than her very curvy body.
"Isn't it obvious, professor?" Bellatrix whispered seductively, tracing her finger from the middle of her tits to her crossed, long legs.
"Do you know how much trouble you could be in?" Harry hissed, "You're in a teacher's personal quarter without his permission and naked on his bed; you could be expelled for this!"
Bella, instead of being a little scared, giggled and whined, "But Professor, it's your fault! I have been trying to tell you for weeks how much I want you, but you always ignore my clues."
And she was right. Harry had seen how she had tried in their private lesson many times to tease him, either by throwing sultry looks or flashing her skin during their duels.
But respecting their professional-student relationship, he had always ignored her, even though his inner feelings might have been different from what he was showing.
"And today, after seeing you completely destroy those inferior wizards, I knew I had to have you," Bella continued while biting her lips. "Which is why I have to take drastic measures to show how much I want you to fuck me and make me yours, professor."
Harry felt the shiver that went through his body the way she practically moaned the last word.
"And you might be trying to say no with your words, but your body is saying something else, sir," Bella purred, staring straight at his groin.
Harry looked down and suddenly realised he was already half-hard, and there was a clear outline of his shaft on his pants.
"I know you want me, professor; you want to fuck this sinful body of mine," Bella smirked, uncrossing her legs and sliding her finger to her already wet, puffy pink lips.
Harry has always felt proud of his willpower; he has beaten many of his opponents only through his sheer willpower.
He had even resisted the imperious curse of Voldemort himself.
But at the end of the day, everyone has their limit, and after having the day he just had, he could still feel the adrenaline rubbing through his veins.
He finally had enough, and his willpower broke, and every desire to maintain the teacher-student relationship went out the window.
His eyes, which had been only on her face with supreme difficulty, finally drifted down and feasted on her body.
And, fucking Merlin, no one can blame him because Bellatrix's body was a work of sin.
Her boobs were a two-big mound sitting politely on her chest with pink thick nipples on top of it, and they were so erect that Harry's mouth watered as he thought about sucking on them.
His gaze then fell down on her flat stomach, which was evident of how fit she was.
Then finally, his eyes landed where her fingers were lightly touching her pussy, and Harry's eyes darkened when he noticed how pink her lips were and how slick her fingers were with her juices.
She was absolutely right; he wanted to fuck that naughty witch, and it was not only because of the voluptuous body she was proudly showing.
No, in truth, Harry had wanted Bellatrix since he was in his own world when she was older and slightly crazy after what she went through.
But Harry had fallen in love with that Bella; the time spent together was still in his memory, and Harry had always regretted never acting on his feelings.
And the most painful thing was that Bella had even wanted him before he did, but she was not confident enough to come forward with her feelings.
But that doesn't matter right now; he was not in his world but in a different world in which Bellatrix was still alive but was much younger, and she still wanted him.
And unlike the older Bella, this young vixen knew what she wanted and would not stop until she got it.
Harry would be a fool to reject her.
Pulling his tie off, Harry walked closer to the bed. "Is that what you want, Bella?" he said huskily. "You want your professor to fuck you, take you, and make you mine."
"Yes, professor," Bella begged, teasing her hard nipple. "I want you to fuck me wherever you want. My body is yours. I am your little slut."
"Is that so?" Harry unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off.
"Yes, please." Bella nodded hungrily, eyeing his hard body.
"Then get down on your knees and serve me my slut," Harry ordered her, standing on the edge of the bed.
Bella smiled widely and eagerly hopped off the bed to get down on her knees in front of him.
She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, exposing his heavily tented boxers.
She then smirked, seeing how hard he already was for her, and leaning forward, she kissed the clear outline of his cock.
Looking up, she asked Harry for permission, and when he nodded, she giddily tugged her fingers on his boxer's waistband and tugged it down.
His hard, heavy cock finally came out of its restraints and bobbed before Bella's awe-stricken gaze.
"Fuck… Cissa wasn't lying; you're hung, professor." Bella cooed, staring lovingly at his bobbing cock.
Harry raised his eyes at the mention of her blonde sister, but for now he let it go, as the only thing he cared about was getting his cock sucked by his eager student.
Bella took his cock with her hands, and a thrill of excitement went through her when she noticed both of her hands were not enough to cover him, and even her fingers were not encircling the sheer girth of the massive thing in her hands.
Leaning forward, she lovingly kissed and licked the head of his cock, bathing it in her saliva, and then she went down his cock, kissing all over it.
She reached his big cum-filled balls, taking each of them in her mouth at a time. She sucked his balls and gargled them in her mouth.
"Your cock is so amazing, professor," Bella cooed, nuzzling her face in his cock. "It's so big and thick; it even smells so nice," she moaned, taking a long sniff of his shaft.
"And your balls are so big.... filled with the cum I want," she said, grabbing his balls.
"Yes, they are, but they will not give you what you want until you stop talking and start sucking my cock," he growled, tightening his grip on her hair and bringing her lips onto his cock.
"I am sorry, sir," Bella meekly said, and then finally took his head in her mouth.
She closed her eyes and, opening her mouth wide, dove down on his cock, taking the big cock as much as she could, and began bobbing down on it.
Moaning on it, she grabbed it with her hands and began sucking viciously on the rest of it.
Harry groaned at the warm suction of his mouth on his shaft.
He felt a sense of déjà vu; a couple of weeks ago, it was Narcissa who was in his classroom, down on her knees, sucking his cock.
And now her big sister was in the same position, albeit in a different room.
But when Bella really started blowing his cock, Harry realised both sisters were the complete opposite of each other.
Narcissa sucked his cock slowly and teasingly, devoting her attention to the experience. In contrast, Bella was fast-moving and threw herself into blowing him off with all her strength.
It was obvious she didn't have any practice, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for with her literal determination and her desire to please him.
As he looked down, he observed her vigorously bobbing her head on his cock while twisting and stroking it with her hands.
Spits were flying out of her lips, and her face was becoming messy, but Bella didn't care and continued sucking him without even taking a break.
When she pulled her mouth off, Harry saw her taking a deep breath, and then, with a determined glint in her eyes, she plunged down into his cock and kept going until it breached her throat.
GARGGHHK
Gagging loudly on his cock, Bella tried to go deeper, but she couldn't.
She exhaled deeply, exhaled again, and after a brief pause, she retook his cock, this time going deeper and deeper, until she once again choked on it as his head passed down her gullet.
Harry was enjoying the feeling of her tight, warm throat on the tip of his cock, but he was surprised when she pulled off his cock and saw her angrily staring at it.
But what she said next shocked Harry.
"Professor, I need your help." Bella said, her voice scratchy, "I need you to grab my head and force this big fat cock down my throat entirely."
Harry's eyes widened in shock upon hearing the very vulgar request from the cock-hungry Bellatrix Black.
If Harry wasn't already convinced of her desire to please him, he was now witnessing her unprecedented determination to deep-throat his cock.
He has a horny young woman begging him to fill her throat with his dick, and Harry has no problem with it.
Grabbing her head in his hands, he brought her lips onto his cock, and Bella, excitedly smiling, opened her mouth wide and lolled out her tongue.
Seeing the obedient witch, Harry placed his heavy cock on her tongue and then pushed her head on his cock.
GARGGHHHHKKKK
Bella choked on his cock again as it breached her throat, but instead of stopping, she begged him with her eyes to keep going.
Harry pulled her mouth off a little back and plunged it again at the same time he thrust his cock, forcing a couple of inches in.
But there was still a third of his cock left, and looking into the teary eyes of Bella, Harry realised she wanted everything.
So with that, Harry pulled her head again, and this time he thrust his cock in and moaned when her lips finally touched his base and his cock was completely buried in her throat.
"Oh Fuck..." Harry moaned loudly. He has never felt something like this. Bella's throat was so warm and tight, and it was choking on his cock, so amazingly, he let her where she was and took some time to feel her throat retched on his shaft.
When he noticed Bella breathing harder and her nails scratching his thighs, Harry finally pulled his cock out of her throat and let her take the air she needed.
Bella coughed and took a deep breath of air as her red face began to normalise after the long amount of time she had to keep his cock in her throat.
But there was a proud smile on her lips. She had done what she wanted; she had deep-throated Harry's cock, something her little sister couldn't.
And now she wanted more; she needed her professor to fuck her face and make her chock on his cock again and again.
She looked up and opened her mouth to ask Harry, but instead found his cock in her mouth, and Harry forcefully thrust his cock in her throat.
After seeing her take his whole cock, something changed in Harry. He had been going easy on her, not wanting to hurt her, but now he would use her just like she wanted him to.
Grabbing her head, he used her face like his cocksleeve and began fucking her face, not even caring if she was comfortable or not.
Although Harry didn't have to worry because Bella was actually loving how Harry was skull-fucking her and using her only for his own pleasure,.
This was what she wanted—this was what she had dreamed of when she thought about the guy she wanted in her life.
Her pussy was wet like a waterfall; it was leaking her juices, forming a river down her thighs to the ground.
Sliding her fingers, she rubbed her cunt with every thrust on Harry's cock in her mouth, getting her closer to the release she could feel building inside her.
And when Harry, with a deep groan, forced his cock down her throat and unloaded his thick cum straight into her stomach, Bella moaned on his cock, and her body shook in orgasmic pleasure.
Her pussy squirted her juices onto her fingers, making them drenched, and a puddle of her cum formed beneath her.
"Take it, take every drop of my cum," Harry glowered, keeping her on his cock and feeling her with his cum.
And Bella did; she kept swallowing every drop of his semen like an obedient slut she was for Harry.
After a minute, Harry finally released his hold on her head and dropped down on the bed.
Bella also leaned against the bed, taking deep breaths, and collected every drop of his cum that had spilled out of her mouth.
She then took her fingers and sucked them, moaning at the taste of Harry's tasty cum.
She then looked up at Harry, who was staring at her with his dark, hungry eyes.
"Did Bella do good, sir?" She asked, seeking his appraisal.
Harry chuckled and nodded. "Yes, you did, Bella." He caressed her cheeks and then grabbed her hair. "But we are just getting started. You want me to fuck you, don't you, my Bella?" He asked firmly, stroking his still-hard cock.
"Yes, sir, please," Bella pleaded in her sweet voice, eyeing his thick shaft and rubbing her thighs.
"Then lay down on your back on the bed and show me the pussy that I own," Harry ordered in his deep, commanding voice, and Bella complied eagerly.
She crawled up on the bed, turned back, and laid down on the sheet. She then stretched out her legs in the air and showed Harry her wet pussy, which was just waiting for him to fill it with his big cock.
Harry pulled off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked, and then crawled and stood kneeling up on her.
He took his cock by the base and tapped it, resting on her wet lips, but it didn't slide inside her.
Bella whimpered and tried to push her ass up to push him in, but Harry held her down by grabbing her waist.
"You want this, Bella?" Harry teased her, rubbing his tip on her clit.
"Yes," Bella gasped. "I need it in my pussy so much, sir."
"Tell me how much you want it." Harry commanded.
"I want it so bad!" Bella whined, begging him with her alluring eyes, "I need you to stretch me with your cock and make me a woman, please, professor, please fuCKMEEEEE!!!"
Bella's eyes went wide, and she screamed when Harry surprised her by plunging his cock in her pussy.
He filled her with his whole cock with one deep thrust, breaking her hymen and sending a spark of pain and pleasure.
But Bella pushed aside the pain and only focused on pleasure as her breathing became harder, feeling how stretched her walls were by the girth of his cock, and he was so deep he was touching her womb.
Harry stayed still like that, letting both savour the feeling, and then, grabbing her thigh, he pulled back and thrust back in her hard and fast.
If it were any other girl he was with, Harry would have gone gentler, let her take time to get used to his size, and fucked them slowly.
But he knew Bella was not like any other girl; she had begged him to fuck her as hard as he could, and Harry was going to come true to that promise.
Not letting her take a break, he began hammering inside her, setting a rough, hard pace that made her ass shake with every thrust, and her boobs bounced on her chest.
Bella was lost in a sea of thrones of pleasure. Her professor cock was in her pussy stretching her walls and rubbing her g-spot with every thrust, and all she could feel was thunderous pleasure.
It was much too much, and before she knew what was happening, Bella's body spasmed, and her mouth opened in screams, "FUCK, I'M CUMIINNGGG!!!" and her pussy squirted on his thrusting cock as she reached the second orgasm of the day and the first with Harry's cock.
It was bigger than ever before she had with her own fingers, and Bella now knew it was only Harry Peverell who could make her see stars.
"Fucking cum on my cock, you slut." Harry groaned, feeling his walls squeeze and quiver on his hard, thrusting cock.
Her juices covered his cock and her stomach, and with every thrust of his cock, there was a wet flap sound every time his pelvis touched her and his big balls smacked her asscheeks.
He grabbed her shaking legs on his shoulder, pushed them down beside her ear, folded her in half, and kept hammering his cock in her wet, stretched pussy.
Bella's eyes came back into focus after the mind-blowing climax she just had, and she moaned when she found her legs behind her head and her body folded in half.
With this angle, she could clearly see her puffy red lips stretched around the massive shaft that was breaking and rearranging her guts, and her bouncing boobs hitting her chin with each thrust.
And Bella fucking loved it as her body whimpered in another orgasm.
She loved how Harry was dominating her, folding her body as he wanted, and using her for his own pleasure.
He was fucking like a ragdoll, his cock knocking her cervix, his left hand holding her legs at her head, and his dark eyes so dominating and hungry for her, staring down at her with so much intensity that it knocked her breath.
Every time she screamed in pleasure, she tasted her own cum when she squirted on his sheathed cock.
And Bella loved every second of it.
Seeing his right hand free on her stomach, Bella grabbed it and brought it to her neck. "Choke…me…" she begged Harry with her hoarse voice.
Harry's eyes darkened, and he did as she asked and put his big hand around her neck and put pressure on it lightly enough to make her choke but not hard enough.
And Harry found out how much of a masochist Bella was when she cummed on his cock again by getting choked.
"Fuck.. yesss…" Bella choked out as her eyes rolled back, and she experienced her biggest orgasm of the day.
Harry groaned and stopped thrusting as he had to let his dick out of here after that explosive orgasm she just had, and her walls almost made him cum.
He sat on his knees and saw Bella quiver in pleasure as her pussy kept gushing her cum out in a small spurt.
He kept stroking his cock as he kept himself close to cumming, and he let her take a break.
Bella, when her body finally stopped shaking and her breathing got normal, was shocked to see the hot, sweaty Harry stroking his still-hard cock.
"Y…you…didn't cum?" She asked breathlessly, staring at the cock that made her cummed so many times.
Harry shook his head, a drop of sweat dropping from his jaw. "I am going to fuck you in a different position and then fill your cunt with my cum," he said gruffly, like a beast.
And Bella could tell he was a beast with the way he had fucked her.
Although her body was nearly exhausted and her pussy was sore from the pounding, she was still eager to continue for him.
Realising he was giving her the chance to choose the next position she wanted to get fucked in, Bella quickly got into the position she always fantasised about.
Turning around her stomach, she got up on her knees with her upper body flat on the bed.
She then held her ass with her hands and, while looking over her shoulder at Harry, spread her ass, showing him the wet, gaping pussy ready to take his cock again.
"Come on, sir, my pussy is ready to fill again with your fat cock," she moaned, shaking and spanking her ass. "Please fuck me and cum inside me!"
While glowering, Harry placed his cock at her enticing lips with one hand and grasped her head with the other.
Just when she began whimpering as he teased her with his cock, Harry filled her pussy again and pushed her face into the pillow, muffling her scream.
"Shut the fuck up, slut, and take my cock," Harry grunted, filling her pussy to the brim with his cock chasing his release.
Bella moaned and screamed into the pillow. With this new angle, Harry's cock was going even deeper inside her, almost breaking and entering her womb.
Her hands gripped the sheets, and her toes curled in pleasure while she bit the pillow so hard she could taste the cotton inside.
She could feel her hard nipples rubbing against the sheet and her big, juicy ass rippling with every thrust of Harry's drilling cock.
His hands were holding her waist so tightly that she knew it would leave a mark, but Bella didn't care; she would proudly wear them since they were given to her by her sir.
She could feel another orgasmic building inside her as she screamed, and she knew it would be the last. She was so close to blacking out.
And then she gasped as she felt a sharp pain in her head when Harry grabbed her hair and pulled her up to his chest.
Harry, with one hand, kneaded and pinched bouncing sweaty boobs, and with the other, he grabbed her neck lightly without choking like he owned her.
And in Bella's mind, he did; he could tell her anything, and she would do it without question.
"Cum for me, my Slytherin slut." Harry glowered in her ears, pulling her nipples, making her feel pleasure through the pain. "Cum on my cock one more time, like the good girl you are."
And Bella did; her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her body shook from head to toe in Harry's arms.
Her tongues lolled out and eyes rolled in her head as she finally lost it and blacked out from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
Harry, holding her limp body, thrust one last time into her and unloaded his cum, filling her womb.
He closed his eyes, sucking on her neck as his balls churned and released every drop of his seed.
When his balls finally began emptying, he dropped down on the bed with the unconscious Bella still in her arms.
He took deep breaths to relax after the intense fucking they just had.
This was no doubt Harry's best shag, and he knew it would be hard for any other girl to top Bella.
The black-haired witch was a literal freak in bed, and Harry today found out things about himself that he didn't even know.
He had never thought he would enjoy dominating and fucking a girl as roughly as he just did.
But he was aware that it was only possible because Bella was the only one who could take it.
Even though he might have rebuffed her attempt to make him fuck her before today, he knew from now on he could never say no to her.
And well, he was already intimate with her sister, so why not her too? Fuck the teacher-student relationship.
Feeling the girls in his arms stir, he looked down and saw her blinking her violet eyes open.
"Hmm, what happened?" Bella asked groggily, her voice scratchy after the constant screaming.
Harry chuckled. "Nothing; you just blacked out," he answered, caressing her cheeks.
Bella purred like a cat and leaned into his hand. "You're a beast, Harry. You fucked me so good," she whispered, smiling softly.
"I hope I wasn't too rough." Harry frowned. "I should have been gentle since that was your first time."
"No," Bella said, shaking her head and then smirking. "In fact, I would have liked it harder."
Harry snorted. "Of course you would, you absolutely crazy witch," he whispered fondly, and he leaned down to kiss her tantalizing lips.
Bella closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him, cupping his jaw and kissing him back with every emotion she felt for the man in her arms.
They both suddenly realised this was the first time they were kissing, even after they had just fucked like crazy.
The kiss, unlike their fucking, was softer, gentler, and filled with love and care.
Harry pulled back slowly, never staying away from her lips, and whispered, "Stay the night here; then in the morning you could go back to your dorm."
Bella nodded happily, and with one last soft kiss, she snuggled in his strong embrace, losing herself in a dreamland with the man she loved.
-
Blurry emerald green eyes fluttered open, and Harry rubbed his face, forcing the sleep away.
He turned his head to the right towards the window in his room and saw the sun just rising over the horizon.
Feeling a weight on his chest, he looked down and saw a mess of curly black hair spread on his pecs and the snoring, angelic face of Bellatrix.
Softly smiling, he plucked stray curly hair behind her ear and then suddenly remembered the time.
Eyes wide, he shook the sleeping girl on him in a panic. "Bella, wake up!"
"Please, Cissa, one more minute," Bella whined, groggily swatting his arm.
"For fuck's sake, Bella, you are not in your room," Harry hissed at the stubborn girl.
Bella raised her head and, rubbing her eyes, looked at Harry's handsome face.
Thinking she was dreaming, she was about to smile, but then, noticing his concerned expression, she looked around the room, and the memory of last night came into her mind.
And what a night it was.
She has finally lost her virginity and given herself to the man she wanted—the man who was the one for her.
And the sex was so much better than her poor dreams.
He has figuratively and literally rocked her world so hard she could still feel how wide his huge cock has stretched her walls and how deep it has filled her.
Although a sharp pain from her sore pussy caused her to wince and made her realise that maybe thinking about his cock was not the best idea right now.
Hiding the wince, she smiled widely at Harry. "Good morning," she whispered happily and joyfully, lying on his hard chest.
"Good morning to you as well, Bella, but this isn't the time for that; you have to go to your dorm before others wake up," Harry told her firmly.
"But Harry, surely we can still stay like this a little longer," Bella pouted.
Harry tried not to think about how cute and sexy she looked, with her hair dishevelled and her big boobs he could feel on his chest.
"I can also give you a nice morning blowjob if you want," Bella smirked, grabbing his morning wood that was poking her.
Harry closed his eyes and groaned, feeling her soft hands, but fortunately he remembered what they were discussing and, with some difficulty, sat up on the bed, throwing Bella on her back.
"Please, Bella, believe me, if we could, I would love to spend more time with you, but we can't," Harry insisted, trying to see his reason.
Bella huffed and sat away from him, crossing her arms. "You just want to send me away."
Harry sighed "It's not like that." He tried to bring her closer, but she swatted his hand away.
Feeling annoyed by her behaving like a child, he knew what he needed to do to make her behave.
"Bella, come closer," Harry ordered in a hard voice.
Bella felt a shiver from his commanding tone and unconsciously shifted closer to him.
Harry cupped her cheeks and turned her towards him. "I am doing this for your own benefit, my sweet girl," he said softly, staring into her eyes.
"You are head girl Bella, and as such, it's your reputation that will get destroyed if someone sees you in my quarter early in the morning," he told her, forcing her to understand his point.
Seeing her eyes losing their stubbornness, he smiled and kissed her soft lips, making her lean in towards him.
Pulling her lips off, Bella sighed, "I'm sorry." She apologised sincerely.
Harry shook his head. "No need to." He nibbled on her lips again and whispered, "Now go; the sun is rising."
Bella nodded and kissed him again. She then stood up and looked around the room, looking for her clothes.
Harry leaned back on his hands, enjoying the view of her naked body and searching for her clothes. "Did you even come here wearing something because all I remember was seeing you naked on my bed?" he said cheekily.
Bella snorted and rolled her eyes. "Of course, I did," she said, and then, finally remembering where she dropped her clothes, she waved her wand, and her clothes came flying from the bathroom.
Harry snickered and silently watched her wearing her uniform, and he knew she was intentionally giving a show to him by the way she was bending over for no reason.
As she was getting ready, Harry remembered something. He stood up naked, went to his wardrobe, and came back with a simmering piece of cloth in his hand.
"You know you want me to go, but you are really not helping." Bella smirked, eyeing his bobbing, hard cock.
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to give this to you for your safety," he said, handing her the cloak.
"What is it?" Bella asked, softly touching the cloak.
"This is my invisibility cloak." Harry said, staring fondly at the hallow that has been with him for 10 years, "It will help you go to your room unnoticed."
"Thank you" Bella smiled at the caring gesture and leaned up to kiss him one last time.
"Go safely, alright," Harry said.
Bella nodded, turning around, and then squeaked when Harry smacked her ass.
Looking over her shoulder at him, she threw a half-hearted glare at the smirking Harry and left while swaying her ass.
Harry shook his head, chuckling, and then went to take a cold shower to get his raging hard on down and get fresh for the Monday classes.
-
Bella pulled the cloak off her when she reached her room and carefully folded it in her wardrobe.
'This cloak was something I have never seen. I have to ask Harry about it next time,' she thought, softly touching the amazing cloak.
She then decided to take a hot bath to soothe her sore muscles and picked her clothes to wear today.
"Where were you?"
Bella jumped in, surprised, turned back, and saw Narcissa sitting with crossed arms on her bed.
"Cissa! You scared me," she said, touching her beating chest. "Why are you awake so early?" She asked back.
"Don't try to change the question, Bella." Narcissa hissed.
"Why do you care?" Bella shrugged, turning back to her wardrobe and picking up her clothes.
"You didn't come back for the whole night, so as a little sister, I do care." Narcissa argued and then narrowed her eyes at her. "Were you with Professor Peverell?"
"What gave it away?" Bella smiled innocently and then stripped off her uniform.
Narcissa's eyes widened when she saw the many marks on her sister's body, mainly those on her waist and ass, which looked as if someone were holding her there tightly, and she knew exactly what those marks meant.
And if the marks weren't enough, the impish smile on her sister's face was enough to give away what she was doing last night.
"You fucked him," Narcissa stated enviously.
Bella took a thinking pose and said, "To be honest, I started it, but it was he who fucked me." She then sighed wistfully, "And fuck me, he did it; it was so amazing."
Seeing her sister's face turn red in envy, Bella huffed, "Don't stare at me like that, Cissa. You were the first to get him, but I am the first who he fucked, so just accept it," she smirked, making her sister more jealous.
"And don't worry, I wouldn't mind sharing Professor Peverell with you," Bella told her sister over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom.
Narcissa kept sitting there, her face still red in envy at her bitch sister and her thighs wet as she imagined her sister getting cross-eyed and fucked by Professor Harry.
-
After a relaxing shower, Harry was sitting on the teacher's table, enjoying his morning coffee.
After the day he just had yesterday, he was feeling oddly fresh and happy, something his fellow colleagues noticed but didn't ask him about.
And Harry was thankful for that because he didn't think he could tell them that the reason for his freshness was because he just fucked his student last night.
He bit his tongue to stop smiling as he imagined Minerva's face, knowing this.
Leaning back on his chair, he looked up at the door and saw Bellatrix coming in, and he hid his smug smile behind his cup, seeing the way she was limping.
But despite the limp, if anyone were to look at her, they could tell she was practically glowing from the happy smile on her face.
Although the same can't be said about her sister, who was trotting along with a sour face in such an early morning.
Noticing his gaze on her, Bellatrix smiled widely, and Harry gave a discreet nod back at her.
He then looked at Narcissa and saw her enviously looking between Bella and him, and it finally clicked for him.
It looks like she knows what happened last night.
Deciding to steer his eyes away from them, Harry instead looked at Lily at the Gryffindor table, who was staring between him and Bellatrix with narrowed eyes.
Seeing him looking at her, she quickly changed her expression and smiled at him, waving her hand.
Harry smiled back at her and turned to his right when he heard Dumbledore's voice.
"Harry, will you come to my office after lunch? I need to talk about something important with you," the headmaster asked him.
"Sure, Albus." Harry nodded.
"Very good." Dumbledore smiled and turned back to his breakfast.
Harry did the same and thought about what Dumbledore wanted with him.
-
After lunch, just like he was asked, Harry was on his way to the headmaster's office.
He had tried to think all morning about what the important matter about which Dumbledore wanted to talk could be, but nothing came to his mind.
Reaching the gargoyles guarding the office, Harry suddenly realised he didn't know the password.
But interestingly, the gargoyles stepped away without any need for a password.
Harry shrugged at the strange event and climbed up the stairs.
Arriving at the door of the office, Harry decided not to knock because he knew it was useless.
And he was proven correct when Dumbledore's voice came from inside, inviting him without him even knocking on the door.
He opened the door, stepped inside the room, and saw Dumbledore in his usual position, sitting in his chair.
Interestingly, there was a man sitting in front of him, but Harry couldn't look at his face since his back was to him.
"Ah, Harry, we were waiting for you," Dumbledore said.
"Sorry if I am late," Harry apologised with a small smile.
"No, Harry, don't worry; you're on time," Dumbledore assured him.
"So, what's the matter you wanted to talk about?" Harry asked, getting straight to the point.
"We will talk about that in a second, but first, I want you to meet our guest," Dumbledore said, pointing at the third man in the room, "Head Auror Alastor Moody."
The man finally stood and turned around, finally giving Harry his full look, and he had to hold back his gasp and keep his face neutral to not show any surprises, seeing the Mad Eye Moody, who was 21 years younger than the man Harry remembered him as.
And looking at him, Harry realised why he hadn't recognised him with a side glance.
Because the Alastor moody in front of him still hasn't gone through the first war against Voldemort.
This man couldn't even be called Mad Eye because both of his eyes were fine, although there were a few scratches and scars on his face that Harry still remembered.
And both of his legs were still whole and attached to his body.
Seeing him healthy and in his prime like this, Harry realised why his coming to this world was a blessing and a burden on his shoulder to make sure people like Moody don't become what he knew he would if he didn't finish Voldemort.
Harry brought himself out of his thoughts and smiled at the crazy man. "It's an honour to meet you, sir. I have heard a lot about you."
"No need to call me sir, lads," Moody huffed, then stretched his hand to Harry. "Right now, it's my honour to meet the man who defeated those seven idiots and saved the students."
"I was just doing my job, Mr. Moody," Harry said humbly, shaking his hand.
"He is just like you told me—powerful and humble," Moody guffawed, thumping Harry's back.
"I'm glad you see how special this young man is, Alastor." Dumbledore nodded and smiled.
Harry, who was feeling a little uncomfortable with his praises, decided to get the conversion back to the main topic.
"Professor, you still haven't told me why you asked me to come here." He asked the old wizard.
"As yes, my bad for getting our attention from the main thing," Dumbledore apologised.
He then became serious and leaned forward. "You see, Harry, after the events of yesterday, there has been severe pressure on our minister from the students parents, who are enraged by what happened and are concerned about their students safety."
Harry nodded, agreeing with the parents.
"So to tighten the safety of our school and make sure this doesn't happen again, the minister and I have both come to an agreement with which I am very satisfied concerning my students safety."
"And what is it?" Harry asked curiously.
"There will be an Auror that will be stationed at Hogwarts to protect the school and its students," Dumbledore informed him.
Harry's eyes rose upon hearing the strong action, but he could see the need for it, but he still didn't understand why he was here. "You still haven't told me what my role is?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Your role is that of Harry as a defence teacher, and after your heroics yesterday, you have been assigned as the main person the assigned Auror will report to."
Harry's eyes widened a little at the big role he was given, but he accepted it readily. "I will do it," he said firmly.
"I knew you would, Harry." Dumbledore smiled proudly.
"So who is the auror? Is it Mr. Moody here?" Harry joked, pointing at the head auror.
Moody laughed loudly and patted Harry's shoulder. "I like you, young man, but don't worry, it's not me," he told him.
Harry frowned. "Then who?"
Moody smirked. "That will be my best auror." Just as he said it, the door opened, and someone walked in. "Amelia Bones."
Harry turned around, and his eyes bulged and his jaw dropped in shock at what he saw.