Chapter 2212 - Ch: 5-8

Chapter 5: Malfoy Manor

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Malfoy Manor

24th December 1977

After the fun and debauchery, the three teenagers had taken a short nap. An hour later, Harry awoke and rolled the hot naked body of sleeping Lily off him to go take a shower.

Lily bumped into Alice who awoke with a start. She blinked blearily and looked up to see Harry's taut ass and strong legs walking towards the bathroom. She grinned wickedly. Her hips still hurt with the pounding he had given her but it was worth it. She had squirted all over his cock. She had actually squirted! She had never known herself capable of that.

Carefully, she maneuvered herself off the bed in order not to disturb Lily. If Harry had been rough with her, Lily had been jackhammered from behind until she was screaming his name.

Alice sneaked into the bathroom and amidst the steam from the hot shower, spied Harry.

She tiptoed towards him and snaked her arms around his waist and pressed her naked body against his back, getting wet in the process.

Harry felt soft hands wrap around him and small breasts press into his back. Alice, he thought with a grin. He slipped out of her grip and turned around. God she was hot. Those long legs, that smooth bumpy cunt, flat stomach with well-rounded b cups. Her long hair was clinging to her skin and that mischievous grin was irresistible.

Harry turned off the shower and set it to steam the room instead. Then he lowered his head and eagerly captured Alice's lips forgoing the foreplay banter.

"Oo Harry," she moaned as his magical hands slid down and squeezed her tight ass. Massaging it. Raking his nails on it. Leaving red trails of sexual lust.

"God you're amazing," Harry groaned as her little hands began to tug his cock. Urging it back to hardness. He pushed down on her shoulders signaling her to suck it instead.

Alice grinned. Steam was condensing on their skin giving both a sexy sheen of water. Alice knelt on the marble floor and kissed the tip of his cock. It smelled of his arousal and she breathed it in. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed it whole until her nose bumped against his pelvis.

"Oh god!" Harry gasped, when he felt his cock squeezed by her throat. She drew back just as fast as she had swallowed and repeated the motion. "I can't believe Frank broke up with you."

Alice withdrew and scowled. "Can we not talk about that," she said and squeezed his balls for further emphasis. Harry yelped and laughed. "Okay babe. Now keep sucking!"

Alice licked his balls and pumped his cock. She teased his thighs and gently used her teeth to stimulate him. Spit dripped from his cock as she changed technique from deep throat to speed.

Harry was in blowjob heaven. He was close to orgasm. After the wild time with Lily and Alice he didn't think he was up for another round of fucking if she made him cum.

With great effort he pushed her back with his hand on her forehead. He roughly pulled her to her feet and turned her around.

Alice put her hands on the wall and stuck her ass out, exposing her wet pussy to him.

Harry rubbed his finger along the length of her cunt and she moaned. Then he pushed his cock into her and she gasped. He held her hips and began to thrust slowly. Alice felt pleasure wash over her like an avalanche and her breath quickened.

He grabbed her waist and pushed her a bit higher to make it easier to thrust.

Alice trembled as pleasure raced through her pussy right to her vocal cords leading her to moan again. She was pushed to her toes and had to put more pressure on the wall to hold on.

Harry increased his pace and his hips were smacking her ass with a wet squelch in no time.

Lily stirred in her sleep when a cry screamed from the bathroom.

She awoke with a yawn and it took her a few seconds to remember the amazing threesome she had just been part of.

A steady flow of sharp cries jolted her into awareness and she bolted up on the bed. Cool air hit her naked body and she shivered.

Harry and Alice were missing and the screams from the bathroom were getting louder.

"Oh no they aren't!" she gasped.

She quickly hurried to the bathroom and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.

Alice was shouting with every thrust. Her mind and body was awash with pleasure. Harry had one hand over hers to take support of the wall as well and was pounding into her ass like there was no tomorrow. His eyes were clenched shut and mouth half open as he felt the pressure in his balls grow to exploding levels.

His other hand was wrapped around her waist and fingers rubbing her clit furiously.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh god!" Alice was screaming. Her pert breasts were bouncing with the force of thrusts. Her arms strained under the pressure of staying upright. Her tight ass was red and rippling with every thrust. She was standing on her toes, just barely holding on against the power and pleasure of being fucked into a sticky paste from behind in a steamy bathroom.

Lily was stunned at the sight. It looked so hot and sexy and she felt a sliver of jealousy and anger run through her nerves. Harry was hers!

Alice's spasming pussy became too much and Harry fired his cum deep inside her cunt.

"Oh god!" he gasped. His body trembled and his orgasm spun his world. "Oh my god," he cried again and continued to erratically fuck her from behind.

Alice was panting as he slowed down his pace. She was still feeling pleasure haze her senses. She laughed. "You're amazing," she said dreamily. Her legs were weak. She could feel his cum trick out of her pussy and slowly drip to the wet floor.

Harry grinned and withdrew his softening cock with a groan. It was way too sensitive now after that massive load and he grimaced as it popped out of her cunt.

"Forgotten about me, have you," Lily said drily, finally breaking her silence.

Alice and Harry turned their heads in surprise towards the door. Both looked exhausted and were grinning like idiots.

"Didn't want to disturb you," Alice said with a nervous grin. There was something in Lily's voice that made her feel the redhead was a tad upset.

Harry lazily walked up to Lily and wrapped his hand around her to softly knead her soft ass. He lowered his head and softly kissed her. "You were pretty exhausted babe."

Lily giggled and pushed her jealousy away. She was being ridiculous. She eagerly returned the kiss and was pulled into the bathroom by Harry. Harry changed the setting of the shower from steam to light hot water.

"You up for a last round," Lily breathed sexily.

Harry laughed. "My cock is aching," he said dryly and began to lather Lily's breasts with soap. Alice joined them and began to lather Harry's back.

"Pity," Lily pouted.

Harry just laughed and teased her cunt with his fingers. "We need to get back to the castle or else a search party will come after us."

"Pity," Lily repeated and kissed his neck. Her green eyes caught Alice's blue ones and the message was clear. Lily was not happy.

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1st Jan 1978

"There she goes again," muttered Harry, amused.

Ever since that wild afternoon with Lily and Alice, Alice had begun to avoid him.

He knew the reason and he didn't think it was a big deal. So what if Alice had sucked his cock in the shower while Lily had taken a nap. And so what they had fucked like animals under the shower.

Lily had eventually joined them but she was not pleased with Alice for doing him without her knowledge or permission.

Lily and Alice had not fought or even said anything to each other. In fact Lily had joined in rather enthusiastically but apparently, or so Harry understood at a later stage, at the moment she saw them, a silent look had passed from Lily to Alice that conveyed all that needed to be conveyed. Apparently seeing Alice with Harry had brought out an alien feeling of jealousy and a hint of betrayal in the sexy redhead.

Harry briefly brought up the topic with Lily in private but she just looked chagrined and side stepped the conversation with her tongue in his mouth.

Harry knew the sun was setting on their pleasurable fling. The last time they had screwed was a week ago and that too felt like it was lacking something.

Harry felt like the thrill of fucking Lily was losing its appeal.

He noticed her hurriedly walking towards the corridor leading to the dungeons from the corner of his eye and sighed. Her ass was just too perfect to forget. The thrill wasn't gone yet!

Harry finished his breakfast and stood up lazily. He had work to do.

Extensive interrogations of a captured Narcissa had revealed the existence of a secret Ball. It was scheduled for 14th Jan and it was rumored that the dark lord himself was due to make an appearance.

He felt a little disappointed in himself for having to resort to kidnapping and memory charms but he was getting nowhere without them.

Harry had gotten a list of families invited but it wasn't enough. He needed more as fast as possible and he needed to pass the information to the Department of Mysteries.

School was still closed and he could leave if he wanted to but to his great regret his constant excursions had drawn the eye of Dumbledore.

Slughorn was having one of his famous parties and everyone still in the castle was invited. It was to start after breakfast and enchanters from all over the world had been invited.

Harry was going to use the cover of the party to sneak out and infiltrate the Black Manor. There was bound to be some information to be found in Bellatrix's bedroom. He needed to know everything there was to know about this Ball. From the people who were coming to the kind of security that was to be in place to the type of wards that were to be installed and more importantly, where it was to be held.

13th Jan, 1978

It was obvious really. The Ball was going to be held in Malfoy Manor. After finding nothing in the Black Manor and then in the Nott Villa after that, the Goyle House and he finally felt stupid when he made it to the Malfoy Manor. Initially he had wanted to keep it for last because of the difficulties in getting past the wards but when he passed the wards he realized he should have been there first.

The massive deep cleaning in process and watching Orion Black bark commands to clear the hall and set up gold and silver statues in strategic positions gave the game away.

This was yesterday and Harry had spent the entire night building concealed holes in the wards that if he triggered would become visible to anyone. He needed to be inside for that to happen and had chosen the guise of the crown prince himself, Lucius.

Lucius was going to be terribly confused when he woke up naked and bound tight in the Shrieking Shack.

Harry finished checking the bonds and then put some wards around to alert him if Malfoy tried to escape or if someone came and found him.

Harry was glad to find him sneaking out of the castle after meeting the Slytherins still in their common room who were invited to the Ball.

Harry ran a critical eye over the entire length of Lucius's body and grimaced. The man had no muscle on him. He was thin and pale but kept himself neatly groomed. There wasn't a centimeter of hair on any part of his body except his head. Even his balls and ass almost gleamed in the dim light filtering in through the cracks in the boards covering the windows.

Harry sighed and transformed into an exact replica of Lucius, complete with the arrogant tilt of his lips. He quickly changed into Lucius's robes and slipped the dark mark he skinned off the man's arm into his pocket.

8:00 PM, 14th Jan, 1978

She was dressed to entice, in an evening dress that went to the floor but had a split up to her mid-thigh. The green dress fit tight around body and showed off her curves to full effect while displaying a generous cleavage as well.

Harry's mouth went dry when he laid eyes on her.

He was sure every male eye in the room was discreetly trying to drink in that beauty but Lucius, or rather Harry, was the only one openly admiring her. He caught a disapproving glare from Orion and quickly composed himself.

But he still kept an eye on the tall woman. She had long black hair that was bundled up elegantly and had pearls wrapped around it. Her jaws were angled sharp and her lips full and red. Her eyes were the color of a cloudy sky and skin a very light shade of brown.

"The band's ready. Shall we dance?"

Harry blinked. He had completely forgotten about Narcissa who was clinging to his arm with love struck eyes.

"I had something else in mind," came the tell-tale drawl from Lucius's mouth and Narcissa giggled.

Harry had to find out more about that woman. His cock demanded it! But first he had to ditch Narcissa. But doing that was near impossible short of stunning her.

To make matters worse, in order to maintain security, magic was being tracked and any usage of a wand would result in an avalanche of a dozen bouncers with the right to use lethal magical force.

Narcissa discreetly tugged on his arm and he let her guide him. He was sure she knew the best places to hide in the manor.

"We can't be gone for long," Narcissa said hurriedly. "The new lord won't be here for another hour."

She led him to a room full of freshly laundered clothes and quickly shut the door. Her lips were upon him in a flash.

Harry groaned in pleasure and mentally grimaced when his voice came out all Luciusy. He mentally made a note to keep silent and wrapped his hands around Narcissa's waist while deepening their kiss.

Narcissa broke away after a few seconds with a gasp. "You've never been this intense!" she panted.

Harry smirked. Clearly Lucius didn't have any skill in the art of pleasing a woman.

He looked at the beautiful girl and kissed her neck. "I'm going to show you something new today," he said softly and gently pulled up her robes.

Narcissa's breath hitched when he lifted her expensive dress from the hems and raised it all the way up to her hips.

"Wha! What are you doing?!" she squeaked.

Harry smirked and cupped her between her legs. Harry thought Narcissa was about to faint going by how red, embarrassed and turned on she was.

"Nothing," he said playfully and began to stroke her softly.

Narcissa shuddered and grinned. The shock was transforming into thrilling pleasure. The feel of his fingers against her most private spot were clouding her mind and sending sharp pulses of pleasure through her loins.

"Do you like it?" Harry leaned into her and whispered into her ear. He ignored the fact his voice was Lucius's and reveled in his dirty deed.

Narcissa kissed his jaws through heavy breaths. Their eyes met and lips joined for a passionate, toe curling kiss. Lucius had never kissed her like that before. In fact he was being uncharacteristically bold and passionate and she was loving it.

Harry felt the thin fabric between Narcissa's thighs begin to get wet and let his free hand slide further up under her robes to cup her left breast.

Narcissa moaned in pleasure as he began to tweak her nipples. "Merlin Lucius," she gasped. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could resist anymore," Harry whispered in the gaps of kissing her neck. That much was true. She looked so hot that it was taking all his mental fortitude not to bend her over and pound her pussy.

The room was moist with the smell of arousal. Harry growled when she finally summoned her courage and touched him between his legs. He broke away and looked for a place for them to get comfortable.

There was a stool and he quickly maneuvered to sit on it. Narcissa giggled, wondering what he was about to do and then gasped when he lowered himself to his knees, grabbed her legs and tossed them over his shoulders.

She cried out in pleasure when his lips kissed her pussy over soaked panties and his tongue soaked up all her nectar.

"Oh god Lucius!"

Harry felt like laughing. He threw out his feeble moral code and pushed her panties aside to finally view her swollen, wet pussy. Narcissa was definitely aroused and eager. The black patch of neatly trimmed pussy hair confirmed that Narcissa was not a natural blonde.

He pushed a finger into her cunt and gently nibbled on her clit. Another finger joined to pull back the hood of her clit and Narcissa cried out when his tongue flicked that bundle of sensitive nerves.

His cock was rock hard now. He just had to fuck her or else his mind would explode. He knew it would be a bad idea and they shouldn't go beyond kissing and sucking but lust was overtaking his mind. Sex was his weakness after all.

He came out from between her legs with his breath all short and intense. He looked into her pleasure hazed eyes and quickly undid his pants and pushed them down.

Narcissa saw his rock hard cock and gasped. Harry had decided against transforming his manly cock into the pasty white that was Lucius. It stood out on his body and Harry was proud of the look of awe Narcissa was sporting.

"Lucius are we going to-?" she began but was quickly silenced when Harry brought his finger to his lips urging her to stay quiet. He grinned as he stood and took off his pants completely. He then held his hand out to her and pulled her to her feet.

There was an ironing table further at the back and he led her there and made her lie down.

He didn't undress her. He just pushed her robes above her waist and pulled down her panties. She looked positively delicious with her blonde hair all over the place, eyes filled with lust and expensive dress now all crumpled up and pussy wet with the need to be filled.

He then trailed kisses up her legs and got onto the table as well, positioning himself above her. Harry knew she was a virgin after feeling the inside of her pussy.

"You ready for this?" he whispered.

"Y-yes," Narcissa said, her voice shakily with anticipation. This was definitely not how she envisioned her night going. She had had dreams like this but she never expected them to come true.

Harry leaned in, positioning his cock at her entrance when suddenly a loud gong rang through the manor.

"Oh my god!" Narcissa shrieked. "Oh my god he's here!"

Harry groaned and then his eyes widened as he felt himself being pushed aside and met no support but air. He fell off the table with a thud and groaned in pain.

"Get dressed Lucius. For Merlin's sake, get dressed!"

Voldemort had arrived and he could not have timed his arrival better. Harry was left with a severe case of blue balls.

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The meeting had been quite straightforward. Voldemort introduced himself and his vision for a world that respected blood and ancestry and culture. It was all very basic right wing stuff, Harry thought to himself, as he placed an empty bottle of butterbeer in Lucius's hand, rolled a few more around him on the floor, and propped up his body against the single worn down cot in the shrieking shack.

Harry chuckled. Boy, Lucius was going to be so confused and terrified that he missed the ball.

He stood up and stretched his hands with a groan. It had been a long night.

He didn't bother with memory charms. Lucius wouldn't dare to talk when he found out that he had been in attendance at the ball and Narcissa would say nothing when she'd realize that Lucius wasn't really there because then she would have to admit she had almost gone to fourth base with a mystery man posing as Lucius.

Harry felt amusement bubble within him. He'd pay good galleons to see that conversation go down. Not to mention the fact that they'd realize there was a spy among them and they had been the lapse in security that was supposedly airtight.

He'd keep a close eye on them and use the situation to his advantage.

He went back to the castle through the secret passage and went past the whooping willow to head back to his dorm, shivering as a cold breeze swept past him and he tightened his cloak around him.

Chapter 6: Down in the Dungeons

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The next few weeks were relatively boring. Exams were coming up and everyone was busy with last minute studying and Harry was left to his own devices. 

So far it had been a productive mission. He had gotten Rosier Senior, Fenrir Greyback, Rabastan Lestrange and Thorfinn Rowle arrested. Snape was exposed and being underage, was allowed to return to Hogwarts without his involvement being made public, and he was on close watch by the Aurors so his future involvement with the Dark Lord had been effectively ended. 

He had also managed to gain the list of every family who had come to the ball and an anonymous tip was sent to the DMLE, allowing them to put surveillance in the right places and make arrests left right and center. They were successfully pushing back against the extremists and things were already changing. There had been no major atrocities and Voldemort was already on the back foot. But knowing the Dark Lord, he would take to the field himself if things were not going well and there was no stopping him. He had to move things fast, if he was to find all the horcruxes and have a shot at destroying the Dark Lord before his reign began. 

That was what brought him down to the Dungeons. It was time to activate his spy network inside Voldemort's organization and Narcissa was the perfect catch. 

He had sent her a note that just said, 'I know what happened in Malfoy Manor. Meet me in the Dungeons by the Potions Lab at 10 PM.' 

It hadn't taken long for Narcissa to realize that it hadn't been Lucius at the Ball when she had enthusiastically pulled down Lucius's pants to give him a blow job and there was a much smaller dick than before. A subtle interrogation made her realize the truth. It hadn't been Lucius. She should have been outraged, feel defiled, but instead she felt disappointment. Whoever it was masquerading as Lucius had made her feel intensely alive. And then she received a note.

Dressed in her school uniform she quietly made her way to the Potions lab, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach and she didn't know what to expect. 

When she reached the lab, she saw him. He was hooded and face obscured. He stood there leaning against the door with his arms folded. 

She stopped a few feet away from him and waited for him to say something, her nervousness building by the second. He looked intimidating and she didn't know what he wanted from her. 

Then he moved and unlocked the door and gestured at her to go in. Narcissa obeyed and stepped into the dark classroom.

Harry followed and as he shut the door, candles flared to light, illuminating the room with a dim glow, enough to make the cauldrons and the tables and chairs visible. 

"So," Narcissa began, trying to keep her voice steady and the fear out of it. "Who are you? What do you want?" 

"First a vow," a distorted voice said from under the hood. "What we discuss, and what we do will remain between us and you will speak of it to no one." 

"That's fine." It worked for Narcissa. She wanted this to be absolutely secret. No one could ever find out. 

They drew their wands, touched the tips to each others and recited the vow. A soft golden light shimmered between them and then disappeared. 

Harry then drew his hands up and dropped down his hood. 

"You!" Narcissa gasped. It was that Harry Hefner boy everyone was talking about. 

"Me," Harry chuckled. 

"Who are you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and folding her arms under her breasts. 

"I'm a spy for the DMLE," Harry replied truthfully. 

So it was him, he was the spy. He was the one who had oh so wonderfully pleasured her body. A tingle of arousal shivered between her legs. She had been praying it wasn't some ugly asshole who had used her, and her prayer had been answered. It was the James look alike, only, he was more handsome and if the rumor mill was correct, quite hung as well. 

"Do spies normally violate a woman's body for their own benefit?" she sniped. 

Harry grinned. "They have no morals."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" 

"I want you to be my informant. The Dark Lord's reign isn't going to last. We're already way ahead of him. And from what I know of you, based on my investigation, you're really not aligned to his goals. You're only in it because you're betrothed to Lucius and your family is aligned to him. But I know you like the muggle world. You like their technology and comforts. I can give them to you plus you'd be in good repute for being a spy for us once this is all over."

"And how do you know all this?" she asked quietly. He wasn't wrong. 

"I'm a spy," Harry said with a shrug. "It's what I do." She didn't need to know he had infiltrated Black Manor and found the toys and trinkets she kept hidden in her room. 

"You might be right. But that still doesn't change the fact that I have to marry Lucius."

"If all goes well, he's going to be out of your life and you'd be free to do whatever you like. Marriage contracts are voided if either party is arrested and sentenced by the Ministry."

"All you need to do it, stay quiet. Listen to those men and report back to me," Harry finished. "I'll do whatever is required to keep you safe." 

Narcissa pursed her lips thoughtfully. "They do look down on women," she said at last. "It wouldn't be too difficult to keep suspicion away from me." 

"That's right," Harry murmured. "They don't have any appreciation for how amazing women actually are."

Narcissa looked into his green eyes with amusement. "And you do?" 

Harry looked into her blue eyes, beautiful and bold. He raked his eyes over her length. Her silver blonde hair, wavy and falling half way down her back. Her delicate well structured face, her pouty lips and long neck, that oh so begged to be sucked upon. The bulging curve of her breasts pushing out of her white shirt, the slim waist, that curved deliciously into her arse and down her skirt, shorter than the standard length, to her perfectly formed legs.

Narcissa saw the way his eyes roamed her body and she felt her heart beat faster and her cheeks began to flush red.

"I have a deep appreciation of the feminine form," Harry said with a grin. He closed the gap between them until they were mere inches apart. Him looking down into her eyes and her looking up at him almost hungrily. "Not to mention they are far more smarter than men give them credit for," he said, his voice soft and husky.

She swallowed thickly and bit her lower lip as Harry stepped closer, their bodies now touching. "But the main reason I want you to be my informant is because of you. You're attractive, passionate and brave." 

"Well if that's the case, I don't see why we shouldn't make a deal," Narcissa breathed. 

"I couldn't agree more," Harry asked, cupping her cheek in his hand. "But first, don't you think we should finish what we started that night?"

He didn't wait for her to reply and pressed his lips into hers. Narcissa felt weak in the knees and as she slid her arms around his waist, sliding over his muscular ass, pressing his hips into hers, feeling his cock press into her thigh. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues tangled together and they parted their lips slightly, moving their tongues around in search of the other's tongue.

Harry grasped her head gently and pulled her into a deeper kiss. He licked across her bottom lip, teasing her with his teeth and she opened her mouth wider, sucking on his tongue and tugging on his earlobe. She ran her fingers through his soft, silken hair and pulled him closer to her as their kissing became more urgent.

Narcissa's breathing became erratic and her hips were grinding against his. His mouth was hot and moist and her mind filled with images of him fucking her, filling her tight cunt with his big cock. Needing air, she broke the kiss and breathed heavily. 

Harry grinned sliding his hands down her torso to her waist, then cupped her bum. He lifted her with a grunt, carried her over to Slughorn's desk and placed her on the table, parted her thighs stepping in between her legs and lowering his head to kiss her again. 

Narcissa leaned back into the kiss and his hands tugged her shirt out of her skirt and slid beneath her shirt, grabbing her supple tits and squeezing them gently. They both moaned at the contact and Harry let his thumbs stroke her erect nipples and she bit his lower lip and squirmed underneath him. 

He drew his hands out and began to unbutton her shirt. With slow movements, he unbuttoned each button until her blouse was open. Then he moved to her bra and undid the clasp with practiced ease, revealing her heavy tits. Harry pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and flung it aside. His hands gripped her boobs firmly, kneading them as he licked and nibbled at her nipples.

When he bit into her tit and sucked on it, she moaned loudly. 

"Mmm," Harry hummed, feasting on her breast. "They taste just as delicious as they look."

His hands slid down her waist as he circled his tongue around her sensitive areola and pulled the zip down the side of her skirt.

Narcissa lifted her arse to allow him to slide it off her. 

She wore black lace panties and Harry stroked his fingers over the thin material. 

"Beautiful," he murmured, watching her blush as he teased her mound with his fingers. 

Narcissa's body was on fire, she grabbed him by his hair and pulled him in for a searing kiss. As their tongues entwined, his fingers stroked her wet pussy and her fingernails dug into his scalp. Her breath came out in short pants as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

"Don't you think you're a little overdressed right now," Narcissa moaned and with shaky hands reached to unbutton his shirt. 

Harry chuckled and undid his trousers and pushed them down his thighs, revealing his erection. The tip of his prick poked up through the cloth of his boxers and it stood out stiffly from his groin.

She reached out and pulled his boxers down and gasped when she saw the size of him. His cock was thick and veiny and stood at attention, tall and proud. He kicked them off the rest of the way.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and he jerked forward at the sensation.

"Your hands are cold," Harry groaned.

"Hah, cold? It's freezing in here," she said, smiling wickedly. She lightly pushed him back and slid off the desk and onto her knees, her eyes locked on his, a seductive grin on her face.

He closed his eyes as she took him into her mouth. She began sucking lightly, letting the head slide over her tongue, over and over again. 

"Oh yeah!" he grunted as she sucked him, her cheeks hollowing.

She grabbed his balls and squeezed gently, pulling him further into her mouth. Harry clenched his fists as she sucked harder and tighter. His hands threaded through her hair as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft enjoying the musky scent of him.

Narcissa licked around his balls and then returned to his cock, sucking on it. 

"Fuck," he growled as she teased him. His head fell back and he let out a long moan. He hadn't expected her to be so talented and quickly his orgasm built inside of him. 

"Oh god!" he groaned. Narcissa bobbed her head faster and soon he was rocking his hips against her, desperately trying to prolong the pleasure. 

As he began to feel himself nearing climax, he felt a churn within his balls. A moment later, his cock erupted into her mouth, spurting his cum down her throat and she gagged as she tried to swallow all of it.

Harry groaned as he poured himself into her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his cum. When he was done he leaned forward, holding on to the edge of the table, panting and gasping for air as she licked him clean.

Narcissa crawled out from under him and stood up, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Liked that did you?" she teased.

Harry watched as she pulled her panties off and sat back up on the table, a vision of naked beauty. She naughtily spread her legs and beckoned him over with a finger. "It's your turn," she breathed.

He knelt before her and kissed her inner thigh softly. "You smell divine," he whispered.

"Show me how much you liked it," she replied, her voice a throaty purr.

His cock twitched at the sight of her pussy, glistening with her juices. He grasped it with one hand and slowly ran his fingers up and down its length, brushing her swollen lips. 

She held his gaze as he slowly slipped two fingers into her slippery snatch. He curled them, stroking her sensitive inner flesh.

Narcissa's pussy was dripping wet and she practically whimpered as he began to fuck her with his fingers. He lowered his mouth and gently blew on her engorged clit causing her to gasp. 

With gentle touches, he teased her entrance, stroking her with his fingertips, spreading her pink, moist lips. Slowly, he began to push a third finger inside of her, stretching her even further and pulled up the hood of her clit and ran his tongue around her clit before taking it between his lips and sucked hard.

"Ohh god!" she cried out, shuddering as felt a burst of pleasure race through her nerves.

Harry grabbed hold of her legs and pushed them back, exposing her pussy completely. He leaned forward and traced her folds with his tongue. She tasted salty and sweet and Harry eagerly devoured her like an ice cream cone.

Narcissa grabbed hold of his hair and thrust her hips into his face as he slurped and sucked on her pussy.

"So goo~od," she moaned, arching her back. 

Harry pushed his face against her pussy and swirled his tongue over her clit, licking the insides of her vagina, sucking on it, lapping at her juices. 

"Fuuuckkkk," she moaned as she clutched at the edge of the desk. Her body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Her juices were pouring down her thighs and she grabbed onto his hair tightly. 

Suddenly Harry removed his fingers from her pussy and looked up at her, smiling devilishly.

Narcissa propped herself up, her hands behind her back and looked at him, panting hard, her eyes heavy with lust, as he stood up and pressed his cock against her slit. He ran his cock along her pussy, coating him with her juices, but still not entering still. 

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Fuck me, Harry," she breathed. "Show me how good it can feel." Harry leaned forward and kissed her, wrapping one hand around her waist while the other held on to his cock as he guided his cock into her.

Narcissa moaned. Every part of her felt so good. The way his cock stretched her pussy, the fullness of it, felt so incredibly wonderful. She ran her fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of his dick deep inside of her.

Harry pressed in as far as he could go and they both let out a quiet moan. He moved in and out of her slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his girth. He rested his hands on her ass, holding her firm as he continued to move in and out of her.

Narcissa let go his neck and lay back on the desk as he worked his cock in and out of her, his pace increased gradually. 

Harry felt like he was in heaven as he looked at the sexy naked body below him, her tits bouncing up and down, her pretty pink pussy clenching and releasing his cock. He reached out and touched her beautiful tits, pinching her nipples as he fucked her.

Then, suddenly, he drew back until his tip was clinging to her pussy lips and then slammed into her, making her cry out in surprise and delight.

"Oh god, Harry," she panted. "That feels amazing." 

Harry hooked his arms around her legs, placing them over his shoulders and picked up speed, fucking her harder and harder. She grasped the edge of the desk as she moaned and writhed beneath him. "Fuck me, Harry, fuck me," she pleaded. 

He gave her everything he had, slamming into her again and again. Narcissa moaned louder and louder as he fucked her. The juices from her pussy gushing out and dripping down the curve of her ass.

Narcissa gripped the edge of the desk as her walls convulsed around his throbbing cock as she came, screaming his name. Her orgasm lasted longer than any she had ever experienced and her pussy was soaking wet, hot and sticky and as she came from her high, she realized Harry was still pumping into her, albeit slower, but he was still hard, grinning at her lazily, skin flush with sweat, as she looked at him with wide eyes. 

"How are you still hard," she breathed.

Harry chuckled and pulled out of her with a squelch. "It helped that you got me to cum first," he said laughing and then he brought down his hand and spanked her left ass cheek hard making her squeal. "Now get back up," he ordered.

Narcissa obeyed, pressing her breasts against his chest and kissed him passionately. She stroked his smooth abs with one hand and caressed his strong shoulders with the other. She stared into his dark green eyes, as he pulled her up to her feet.

They kissed more passionately, before Harry turned her around swiftly and bent her over the table and spanked her hard again, making her squeal again.

"Like that do you, Narcissa," he growled seductively.

She arched her back in response, wanting him to do more, but he didn't stop, instead he began teasing her by rubbing his hard cock across her dripping wet pussy.

Narcissa couldn't help moaning as he pressed the tip of his cock against her clit and rubbed against it gently, driving her crazy. She wanted more. More. More. 

"Ooh god," she moaned. She gripped the edges of the table as he slid his cock deeper into her pussy and began fucking her harder and faster, enjoying the feeling of her tight little cunt milking his cock. She began pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Harry reached forward and grabbed her hair with one hand and tugged, making her arch her back. With his other hand he kneaded her ass, watching with lust as they rippled every time bottomed out inside her. 

"Harder, Harry," she panted.

Her voice egged him on. He grabbed onto her waist with both hands and started pounding her hard and fast, ramming his cock into her feeling his end come closer and closer. He bit down his lips and then plunged into her once more and exploded inside her, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body. 

Narcissa moaned as she felt the warm rush of his cum fill her, triggering another orgasm and her pussy milked his cock until his balls were spent and empty.

Harry leaned over her breathing heavily as he pulled out of her. He reached behind her and caressed her buttocks with his hands, before turning her around and grabbing her hips and lifting her up, kissing her hard. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they kissed passionately. 

Eventually, they broke apart and he released her from his embrace. They smiled at each other, basking in their post-orgasmic bliss.

"Wow," Narcissa giggled, "That was fucking amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said and playfully nipped her earlobe.

Narcissa blushed and placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "You're sweaty, Harry," she laughed.

Harry chuckled. "We should get dressed," he said. "It's almost midnight."

Narcissa sighed but nodded. 

Harry reached for his clothes and watched as Narcissa did the same, his eyes glued to her jiggling tits as she dressed.

Once they were fully clothed and cleaned with the help of a little magic, they looked at each other, grinning, both having had their lust sated. 

"So we probably shouldn't be seen together in public," Harry said. 

"I'll send you a note if I hear anything important," Narssica said, agreeing with him. She definitely didn't want anyone suspecting she was sleeping around with Harry Hefner. 

"Okay, then," she said abruptly. "I'll see you soon, and I expect good sex in return."

Harry laughed as she turned and headed to the door. "You can count on it," he promised and then she was gone. 

Harry spent a moment in silence. He now had a sexy informant close to Voldemort's inner circle and couldn't wait until they met again. 

Chapter 7: Graduation

Chapter Text

The following months had been busy. Between gleaning information from Narcissa, scouting death eater hideouts. Passing information to the DoM. Studying just enough to pass the NEWTs. Harry had been quite busy with his studies and work.

The exams were finally over and there was a palpable sense of jubilation in the castle. Harry, relieved and feeling lighter than air, walked with Lily, both of them taking in the festive atmosphere. The courtyard was alive with energy and excitement as students celebrated their hard-earned freedom, many throwing colorful streamers and uncorking bottles of bubbling Butterbeer. The air was charged with laughter and the promise of summer holidays, a well-deserved respite from their studies.

Harry couldn't help but smile as he thought back to the hectic year he had endured. He glanced at Lily, who was radiant in her school uniform, her green eyes shining with relief.

"So," Harry said playfully. "How do you want to celebrate?"

Lily grinned, "Broom cupboard?" It had been a long period of hyper focus on her studies and now she was horny.

"Sounds perfect," Harry replied with an equally wide grin and after quickly glancing left and right, they quickly headed into the first storeroom they could find and quickly shut the door and locked it.

She looked beautiful under the dim light of the single candle floating in the air. "God I've mis.. hrgn..mmm." The words died from his lips as Lily launched herself at his lips.

Their lips met in a desperate, fervent kiss, their passions unleashed after months of pent-up longing and anticipation. Harry's hands found the hem of Lily's robes, yanking them upwards as if they were on fire, intent on feeling her bare skin against his. Lily moaned into his mouth, matching his eagerness as she tugged at his shirt buttons with equal urgency. Garments flew left and right, landing haphazardly on the cold stone floor, discarded and forgotten as they lost themselves in each other's arms.

Harry's back hit the rough stone wall, Lily's warmth pressing against him, her lithe frame molding to his. Heat engulfed every inch of him, as if all the magical potential he had ever felt paled in comparison to this raw, primal desire coursing through his veins. His wand slipped from its holster, thudding on the floor unheeded, forgotten in the face of this newfound enchantment that consumed them both.

As their mouths continued to duel, Harry's hands slid down Lily's back, tracing the contours of her spine, sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed further, cupping the soft globes of her bottom, and much to his delight, he felt Lily's hips arching towards him in response. The sensations… electrifying.

Their lips parted, gasping for air, their ragged breaths mingling in the cramped space. Their eyes locked, each drowning in the other's gaze as if they were seeing one another for the very first time.

"You're…" Harry started to say something but lost his train of thought as Lily silenced him with another searing kiss. This time, it was slow and deliberate, a dance of tongues exploring every crevice and nook of the other's mouth. Her fingernails gently raked his back and one of her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him impossibly closer. They stumbled further into the storeroom, their lips still fused together in a feverish kiss. Harry's hand found its way to her thigh, gripping it possessively as she grinded against him, the evidence of her desire clear through their meager barriers.

He growled low in her ear, eliciting a shiver from her. His hand slid higher, reaching for the edge of her knickers, intent on removing the last barrier between them. Lily gasped as his fingers brushed against her damp heat, and she arched into his touch.

Lily tugged Harry's trousers down, and he exhaled softly, his eyes slamming shut at the sensation of her delicate fingers on his bare skin. She teased him through his boxers, her every movement sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself hardening more and more with each passing second. With a final tug, she freed him from his remaining constraints, and Harry bit his lower lip to stifle a moan.

"I'm not interested in foreplay right now, Harry," she breathed in his ear as her warm hand gripped his cock tight.

"Turn around," Harry growled and kissed her hard and then turned her around roughly, positioned her facing the stone wall as he pressed his body into her back, his cock sliding between her ass. He slid his hands up her ribs and cupped her breasts and squeezed gently as he nipped her neck and lowered a hand down between her legs.

Lily arched into his touch, relishing in the sensation of his skilled hands arousing pleasure in her body.

Harry's hand traveled down between her legs, finding that she was already slick with desire. He teased and circled at her entrance before sliding one finger inside of her. Lily let out a low moan at the feeling, urging him on to give her more.

"Harry," she gasped out his name, "Stop teasing!"

He didn't need any further encouragement as he withdrew his fingers and quickly positioned himself behind her. With one swift thrust, he entered her fully and they both let out a simultaneous moan of pleasure.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony as Harry pounded into Lily from behind. The sound of their skin slapping against each other echoed through the room along with their heavy breathing and moans.

"Lily," Harry groaned as he leaned forward to bite at the sensitive spot on her neck, "you feel so good."

She could only respond with incoherent moans as he continued to thrust into her, picking up the pace with each passing second. Lily clenched around him, her body on fire with desire. Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging in slightly as he drove into her harder and faster, relentless in his pursuit of their shared pleasure.

The intensity of their coupling was overwhelming, their bodies a blur as they slammed together against the wall. The room was filled with their primal moans and the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, creating a symphony of passion that echoed off the ancient stones around them. Harry's cock felt impossibly large inside her, stretching her to her limits and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being.

"Oh Merlin," Lily cried out, "Harry! I'm so close!"

Her words spurred him on even more, if that were possible. He angled his hips just right, hitting that spot deep inside her that she knew would send her over the edge. With one final thrust, he growled out his own climax, spilling himself inside her and collapsing against her back, spent.

Breathless and trembling, they both leaned against the wall, their hearts pounding in their chests like a thousand Wampus drummers. Lily's giggles bubbled up from her chest, and she couldn't contain it any longer. "That was fun," she gasped, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist.

Harry chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. "I aim to please, my lady." He kissed her temple before pulling away to let her stand on her own two feet.

"Well, Mister Potter," Lily said, grabbing her wand from the ground and cleaning up the mess they'd made with a flick of her wrist, "I must say, you always seem to rise up to the occasion."

He smirked at her over his shoulder as he adjusted his pants. "I have a bigger brain between my legs."

Lily rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smirk back at him. They both knew that there would be more where that came from tonight, and she couldn't wait. With another flick of her wand, she cleaned herself up and began to wear her uniform she had discarded on the floor earlier.

Harry whistled softly as he straightened his own clothes, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her form.

"Are you coming to the graduation party tonight?" she asked, smoothing the folds of her dress.

"I might," he said nonchalantly. "I have some work to be done. Applications to fill out and all that."

Lily didn't buy his excuse for a second. "Really? And here I thought you were just too cool for school these days," she teased, playfully punching him in the arm.

He feigned injury but couldn't help but grin back at her. "Ouch, Lils, straight to the heart."

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, knowing full well that Harry was just as nervous about their impending departure from Hogwarts as she was. Although not for the reasons she assumed.

As they walked, Harry felt the need to talk about a topic they hadn't really discussed. "Hey Lils," he said, his voice casual with an undertone of seriousness.

"Yeah?"

"You know we're going to have to end our escapades soon right?"

Lily was silent for a minute as they walked towards the common room and Harry waited with baited breath, walking alongside her equally quiet.

"Yeah," she breathed with a sigh. "But hey, we can make the most of the time we have left."

Harry chuckled. "You should find a guy for yourself, Lily," he said gently. "You've had your fun with a scoundrel like me, with a career coming ahead, if you're keen on it, you should look for someone to have a relationship with. You know what I'm saying?"

"Alice keeps telling me the same thing," Lily grumbled.

"All I'm saying is, I'll always be your sugar daddy, but don't expect a relationship."

Lily punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" 

"Prat," she grumbled. 

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Later that Night

Harry did in fact have work. Narcissa had sent him a letter earlier in the day saying Bellatrix wanted to meet. She hadn't said much but only implied working with Harry might be more beneficial than working with Voldemort. Narcissa had played on her sister's irritation at being married off to Rudolphus Lestrange.

The letter had said to meet at the shrieking shack. Harry wondered if they knew about the secret entrance as he flung a stone at the knob at the base of the whooping willow and slithered through the secret entrance and through the passage leading to the shack.

The shrieking shack loomed before him, its dilapidated walls and boarded-up windows adding to the overall sense of foreboding. Harry shivered, illuminating his way with a Lumos charm as he made his way cautiously up the creaky staircase. He reached the second floor, pausing at the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a sight he never thought he'd see: Bellatrix Black, resplendent in muggle attire; boots, blue jeans and a jet black crop top, beckoning him inside with a sly wave. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Bellatrix Black, was a captivating sight to behold. Her hair, as dark as the midnight sky, cascaded down her back in wild waves that seemed to mirror her untamed spirit. The strands were thick and lustrous, often catching the light in a way that gave them an almost supernatural glow.

Her eyes were just as striking. They held the same obsidian hue as her hair but carried within them a spark of something more. It was a fire that burned bright and fierce, revealing an intelligence and ambition that far exceeded her age. Those eyes could hold one captive with just a glance, promising both danger and excitement in equal measure.

Her skin was pale, contrasting starkly against her dark features. It had the quality of fine porcelain - smooth and unblemished, yet seemingly fragile to touch. But anyone who knew Bellatrix understood that she was anything but fragile.

From a young age, Bellatrix's wardrobe reflected her personality - bold and unapologetic. She favored dark colors; blacks and deep purples that matched her hair and eyes perfectly. Her clothes were always immaculately tailored, hugging her form in ways that accentuated her elegance.

"Harry Hefner," she purred, her voice surprisingly feminine for someone who had once terrified him to his core during a tour of Azkaban. "I see Narcissa has convinced you to come."

"She mentioned you wanted to meet," Harry said, glancing around the dusty room, decently lit up by the wall lamps around. "Quite a strange meeting place no? What's with the secrecy?" he asked nonchalantly.

Bellatrix moved towards the corner of the room where a dusty table stood that had a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses beside it."To discuss... an alliance," Bellatrix purred, pouring them both a glass of firewhiskey. Her frame was slender yet strong, each movement she made radiating an inherent gracefulness. She moved with the confidence of someone who knew their worth and wasn't afraid to show it.

"Sit down, Hefner. This might take a while."

Harry grinned, his heart beating faster. The Bellatrix he was seeing before him was a side rare few had seen. Her true self.. elegant, uncaring and dangerous. Bellatrix poured him a glass of firewhiskey and one for herself as well. She handed him a glass, her eyes boring into his with unreadable depths and then sat down on the feeble bed and mattress that lay in the center of the room.

Sipping her drink as she began to speak as Harry casually conjured a sofa for him to sit in.

"You see, Harry, I've been... reconsidering my loyalties as of late." Bellatrix started, her dark eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity.

"The Dark Lord, I thought he was a divine force, the one we were all waiting for to lead us into a new dawn. I was ready to follow him to the end of the world if need be."

She spoke softly but there was iron in her voice. Harry rested back on the sofa and sipped his whiskey.

"But then he began to lose. His followers began to fall like flies, taken down by the ministry. He began to get countered in all his strategies. He's losing his temper more often and in spite of his great power I can't see him as a leader anymore."

Bellatrix chuckled and knocked back the contents of her glass in one shot.

Harry's eyes lingered on the red lipstick imprinted on the rim of the glass.

"But something didn't make sense," she continued. "The ministry? Being this efficient? I never bought it. I knew there had to be another or more players."

Bellatrix grinned and licked her lips. "And then Narcissa told me about you."

"What did she say?" Harry asked quietly. While enamored by the sheer beauty of this dangerous aspect of feminine energy, his guard was up and senses on high alert.

"She didn't say much, just that you had a way out for me and had the connections to back it up. But it isn't hard to put two and two together. You're the one who has been causing havoc in the dark lords camp. I can sense the power in you. Not to mention I looked into your background through sources of my own and guess what…" She chuckled. "The paper trail was excellent but it eventually ends in a black hole if it's a fake identity."

"You're much more thorough than I would have imagined," Harry said with mildly raised eyebrows.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "It's easy to navigate the catacombs of the Ministry as a daughter of the Black family."

"So what do you want? Looking at you now and considering who you follow, you're a bit of a contradiction. For someone who was ready to start a war for pureblood domination you're dressed quite the opposite."

Bellatrix shrugged. "I could care less about blood and etiquettes. What I am interested in…" she leaned forward and smirked. "… Is danger and excitement… And I hate to lose," she whispered.

Harry laughed. A bubble bursting deep from his gut. He stood up chuckling and walked towards the table and grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey. He popped open the cork and refilled hers and his glasses and sat back down on the sofa, crossing a leg over the other.

"You have quite the story scripted," he said with a grin. "But all I am is a humble middleman. Trading in information and secrets. If you want out, I can give you out, but I'll need something in return."

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. "I don't need you to give me a way out," she scoffed. "I can leave whenever I want and if any one stands in my way…" she trailed off, chuckling darkly. "I told you… I'm interested in an alliance. You don't have to tell me your secrets. I can see it plain as day, written all over your face. You might be able to hide it from others. But not from me. I know a predator when I see one."

Harry felt adrenaline rise in him, heat rising in his body as their conversation went on. Bellatrix, before she became a Lestrange, was irresistible. Everything about her oozed sexiness and Harry knew he had made up his mind.

"Alright," he breathed. "But you still haven't told me what you want."

Bellatrix stood up, sauntered over towards him, placed her hands on the arms of the sofa and leaned in closer, her obsidian eyes boring into Harry's with an intensity that sent chills down his spine. "I want in on your games, Harry Hefner," she purred. "I want a real challenge, and I can sense you have quite an interesting network of... associates." She smirked, one eyebrow arched in anticipation.

Harry couldn't help but be captivated by her confidence and raw ambition. It had been a long time since he had met someone like her, especially not among the ranks of fanatical pure-blood supremacists. He took a long sip of firewhiskey. "And what do you bring to the table, Bellatrix Black?" he asked, knowing full well that she must have something up her sleeve.

"You mean, other than my charming personality?" she retorted with a devilish grin. "I know things, Harry. Secrets that could prove... very useful to someone in your line of work." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Secrets that could tip the scales in any deal you're involved in."

She straightened up and ditched the glass and took the bottle of firewhiskey and turned around to face him, leaning back on the table.

"What do you say Harry?"

Harry downed the contents of his glass and stood up. He walked over to her, stopping mere inches away, and looking into her eyes, he placed the glass on the table.

They could feel each other's warm breath and electricity sparked between them.

"I think," Harry murmured. "An alliance sounds fruitful for the both of us. We have a deal Bellatrix."

"There is just one other thing," Bellatrix added with a seductive purr. "Something I failed to mention."

"And what's that," Harry asked, narrowing his eyes fractionally.

Bellatrix smirked. "I did interrogate Narcissa about how she came to know you and what's her relationship with you." She glanced down towards his pants and then back into his eyes, her own filled with mischief and excitement.

Harry caught her drift and grinned. "What did she say?"

Bellatrix didn't reply, she leaned in even closer, her lips a mere whisper away from his. "She said you were quite... skilled," she purred. In an instant, Bellatrix's demeanor shifted as she grabbed Harry's shirt, tugging him towards her. Harry's world spiraled as their lips locked in a heated kiss that left no room for oxygen or doubt.

Her lips were like the firewhiskey they'd been drinking earlier—hot, intoxicating, and addictive. She plundered his mouth with an urgency that took him by surprise, her tongue dancing with his in a waltz as if they were on a dance floor of lust.

Harry's breath hitched as he felt Bellatrix's teeth sink into his bottom lip, drawing a drop of blood. He pulled back with a gasp, his eyes wide with surprise.

Bellatrix grinned wickedly at him, her eyes dark and filled with lust. "I couldn't resist," she purred, licking her lips and savoring the taste of his blood.

Harry couldn't deny that the sudden bite had sent shivers down his spine. He was drawn to Bellatrix in a way he never thought possible, and he couldn't deny the fire that burned within him every time he looked at her.

His blood began to boil. Dark lust taking over his instincts.

Without another word, Harry roughly grabbed Bellatrix's hips, lifting her up and slamming her against the cold wall. The bottle of firewhiskey they'd been drinking from only moments ago fell to the floor, shattering on the ground, but neither cared.

Bellatrix let out a gasp of surprise as she found herself pressed against the wall, Harry's body pressing against hers with a dangerous force. She could feel his desire, his need for her radiating off of him like an inferno and it ignited something within her.

Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips continued to ravage hers, their tongues battling for dominance. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer to him, their bodies fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

Harry's hands slid down to grip her firm ass, lifting her up and grinding her against him. Bellatrix couldn't help but grind back, her own desire rising to match his. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second and she knew that Harry could feel it too.

The sound of buttons flying and fabric tearing filled the room as Bellatrix grabbed Harry's shirt and tore it apart, her eyes burning with wild desire. Harry couldn't help but grin as he watched her, admiring the way she took control.

With a devilish smirk, Harry lifted Bellatrix off the ground and slammed her back against the wall once again. The roughness in his movements only seemed to fuel their passion even more. Bellatrix let out a moan of pleasure as Harry's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

But just when she thought things couldn't get any more intense, Harry suddenly dropped her back down to the floor. Before she could even protest, he had grabbed the hem of her top and started tugging it off her body.

Bellatrix arched her back and lifted her arms, allowing him to easily remove the fabric from her body. She couldn't believe how quickly they had gone from strangers to this—two passionate beings consumed by lust.

His eyes roamed hungrily over her exposed skin, taking in every inch of her. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, how perfect her body was. And he wanted to explore every inch of it.

Without hesitation, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts were even more glorious than he had imagined, perky and full with soft pink nipples that begged to be touched.

Harry leaned down and captured one of her hardened peaks in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it with his teeth. Bellatrix let out a loud moan, tangling her fingers in his hair as she arched into his touch.

Harry's hands were all over her body—tracing every curve and dip. His touch sent electric shocks through Bellatrix's body, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

She clawed at his chest, desperate for more contact. In response, Harry began trailing hot kisses down her body until he reached the waistband of her jeans. With a flick of his finger, they fell to the ground and magically her boots blinked out of existence. 

Her heart was racing with excitement and her body was on fire with desire. And as Harry knelt in front of her, his eyes dark and full of hunger, she knew that she wanted him more than anything.

He looked up at her with a wicked grin before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her satin black underwear. Bellatrix couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as he kissed her navel, his fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her ass, thighs and legs as he began to pull down her panties. The sight before him was better than he could've ever imagined. Her pussy, swollen and wet with lust, was clean shaven and smooth like a work of art.

The scent of her skin, slightly damp with sweat and the heat of their passion, filled his nostrils. It was a heady mixture of desire and arousal, driving him crazy with want.

Without any hesitation, Harry dove between her legs, his tongue immediately finding her clit and giving it a firm suck. Bellatrix let out a strangled cry, the sensation almost too overwhelming.

But she wanted more. She needed more.

With one foot on his shoulder, she parted her legs even wider, allowing him full access to her pussy. She grabbed his hair and pulled him roughly towards it, urging him to continue.

Harry was more than happy to oblige. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. He slid a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out as he continued to suck and lick at her sensitive nub.

Bellatrix's fingers tightened in his hair, urging him on as she began to grind her hips against his face. Harry didn't need any more encouragement. He added another finger, curling them both in a way he knew would drive her wild. As he teased her insides, he continued to lavish attention on her swollen clit with his tongue and lips.

Her juices flowed freely now, coating his fingers and dripping down her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the heady scent of the dusty cabin around them, creating an intoxicating mixture that sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

Bellatrix yanked his hair and Harry yelped in pain, withdrawing his tongue and fingers from her pussy. "Get up here," she growled.

Harry obliged, standing up in front of her. Her eyes were like twin fires, filled with lust and desire. Without a word, she grabbed him by the base of his trousers and yanked them down along with his boxers, allowing his hard, throbbing cock to bounce free.

Harry stepped out of his trousers and boxers as Bellatrix grabbed his cock in a firm grip and grinned wickedly at him.

Bellatrix gave his cock a few rough strokes, her grip tight and unyielding. Despite the slight pain, Harry couldn't help but moan at the sensation of her hand on him.

"You want me to suck you off, don't you?" she asked with a smirk.

"Only if you can handle it," he replied cheekily. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and he watched her drop to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her mouth without hesitation, sucking hard and fast as she bobbed her head up and down.

Harry let out a low groan, his hands tangling in Bellatrix's hair as she worked him over with her mouth. "Oh that feels good," he groaned, his eyes closed.

Bellatrix was relentless, sucking his cock like her life depended on it. She had no slow speed, no gentle teasing, just a fierce and desperate hunger that drove her to take him in her mouth with abandon.

She bobbed fast, withdrawing and licking his shaft and balls before returning to his cock with an urgency that made Harry's head spin. She took him deep, using her hands around his waist as leverage as she swallowed him whole, expertly holding her nose against his pelvis.

He could feel the pressure building in his balls with each passing second, but he didn't want it to end so soon.

He pulled Bellatrix up by her hair, their lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. Her lips were soft and plump against his own, and he eagerly tangled his tongue with hers.

As they kissed, Bellatrix guided him towards the bed and pushed him down onto it. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as she continued to grind against his hard cock.

Without breaking their kiss, she reached between them and positioned him at her entrance before sinking down onto him with a loud moan.

Harry couldn't believe how good Bellatrix felt on top of him. Her tight, wet pussy felt like heaven around his cock and her movements were driving him wild. He looked up at her, watching as sweat dripped down her face and her dark hair fell over it in wild strands.

She seemed to be in a trance, her eyes locked onto his as she rode him with increasing speed and force. One hand was on his shoulder for balance, while the other gripped his chest as she bounced up and down on his member.

Her breasts swayed erotically with each movement, tempting Harry to reach up and grab them. But he was too lost in the pleasure to move, content with just watching her.

Bellatrix's moans became louder and more frantic, spurring Harry on even further. He thrust up into her from beneath, meeting her every movement with one of his own.

Their bodies were slick with sweat now, the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and skin slapping together.

Suddenly, Bellatrix lifted her hand off his chest and slapped him.

Harry was taken aback, his pleasure turning to a flash of pain and instant anger. He looked up at her, searching for an explanation in her gaze.

But Bellatrix's expression was unreadable, her eyes dark and intense as she continued to ride him. She reached down and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as she quickened her pace.

The slap seemed to have triggered something in her, unleashing a new level of ferocity in her movements. Her hips slammed down onto him with forceful determination, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge.

But Harry was having none of it and with a fierce growl, he broke out of her grip and rolled her beneath him.

Bellatrix's eyes widened in glee as Harry took control, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other gripped her waist roughly.

Before she could react, he thrust into her with all his strength, his alpha instincts taking over. His movements were rough and primal, marking his territory on her body with each thrust.

Bellatrix couldn't contain the moans that escaped from her lips as Harry's dominance unleashed a new level of pleasure inside her. She arched her back and met him with equal force, reveling in the intensity of his lust.

Harry grunted and gasped loudly out with each thrust, each powerful enough to shake her to her core, sending pulses of pain and pleasure that were leading her to the precipice of unending pleasure.

Their bodies collided together, the force of their passionate movements causing the bed to creak underneath them. Sweat poured down their bodies, mingling together in the heat of the moment. They were lost in each other, two beings consumed by an insatiable hunger that only the other could satiate.

Harry's grip on her wrists tightened, but Bellatrix cared naught for the pain, instead arching her back further to meet him with every thrust. Her fingernails dug into the sheets beneath her as she felt herself teetering on the edge of climax. "Oh, Harry, yes! Fuck me harder!" she cried out, her voice raw with desire.

Harry growled in response, his hips smacking against her thighs as he plunged into her depths relentlessly. He could feel his release drawing nearer with each powerful drive into her tight heat. His world narrowed down to nothing but Bellatrix, his entire being focused on claiming her completely.

With a final, anguished groan, Bellatrix climaxed, her entire body tensing beneath him as her pussy clenched around him in the most exquisite way. Her nails dug into his back, as she arched her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! Harry!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her tight pussy clenching around his cock sent Harry over the edge too. He grunted loudly as he came inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. His entire body shuddered and collapsed on top of her, their labored breathing mingling.

For a moment, they lay there catching their breaths, their bodies still joined together. Then Harry pulled out of her, gently lowering himself to the side and taking Bellatrix along with him. They lay on the bed in a tangle of limbs.

The cabin was silent save for their heavy breathing and the sound of their hearts pounding in their ears. The heat between them was palpable, like a living thing in the room with them. Sweat coated their bodies, and the scent of sex hung thick in the air. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the woman lying next to him. She was magnificent, both in her beauty and her ferocity.

Bellatrix rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looked down at him. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her chest heaved with each ragged breath she took. But there was something else in her eyes now, a softness he hadn't seen before. Or perhaps he'd just never taken the time to notice it before now.

"That... that was," he started to say, struggling to find the words, "unlike anything I've ever experienced."

Bellatrix smirked, a hint of her usual cockiness returning as she wiped a strand of hair away from her face. "Well, Hefner, I am a Black after all."

Despite the intensity of their passions a few minutes ago, they both managed a tired laugh. The tension in the air had dissipated, replaced by a newfound understanding of each other.

They were more similar than they would care to admit.

"Narcissa was right," Bellatrix said with a chuckle.

"About what?" Harry asked, still breathless.

"That it would be worth it."

Harry laughed. "Glad you approve. Now let's get down to business." 

Chapter 8: Laying a Trap

Chapter Text

June, 1978

Bellatrix, her eyes glimmering with manic excitement, painted a vivid picture of the dark lord's meticulous operations. "Gold is exchanged through a web of middlemen, each one more shady than the last, to avoid detection. One in particular, a goblin by the name of Blorgg, is key to unraveling the entire network. He launders the gold through Gringotts and then disperses it to vaults across multiple Gringotts branches. Vault numbers 101, 423, and 89672b are where they store their ill-gotten gains."

She took a deep breath and pacing up and down, she continued, "The attacks are always timed around large payments made to various Death Eaters and other unsavory characters. If you strike during these drop-offs, you'll catch them all off-guard. The next payment is scheduled for two weeks from now, at midnight on the night of the full moon. And considering the snags that have been coming up in the operations, the dark lord and his inner circle will be there as well. They'll be meeting at an abandoned warehouse in Knockturn Alley."

"And the location?" Harry asked as he jotted down notes in his diary.

Bellatrix tossed a rolled piece of parchment at him. It's my portkey for the meeting. It will activate one hour before the meeting. And if you're skilled enough, you can reverse engineer the portkey to figure out the location and lay a trap."

Harry pursed his lips. Reverse engineering a portkey was beyond him. He would have to make physical contact with the DoM to make it happen.

"Is there anything else?" 

"Nope," Bellatrix said, sitting on the table and swinging her legs. They were in an unused classroom on the seventh floor. 

"Well alright then," Harry said, standing up. "Let me know if you hear anything else." 

"Hold up!" Bellatrix said sharply. 

"What?" 

"I want to be part of the attack."

Harry scoffed. "That would blow your cover, Bellatrix."

"Call me Bella, and I'll be disguised of course. Come on Harry, I'm itching for a good fight! I joined you because I thought it'd be more exciting. Sneaking around is not really my thing. Let's leave that to Narcissa."

Harry thought about it for a moment. "I'll keep you posted," he said finally. "But no promises. I have to figure out a plan first." 

Bellatrix laughed. "See you around, Harry," she said coyly and skipped off the table and left the room. 

Harry sighed. It was time for him to meet his bosses after avoiding them for months. 

But first he had to say goodbye. Hogwarts was closing for the summer and it would be the last time he was going to see his Gryffindor dorm mates. He had rarely been in the common room and the last time he had seen Lily was after his first rendezvous with Bella. 

He had come back late and the after party was going strong. Everyone was drunk and Harry was shocked and also thrilled to see Lily making out with James. He had no idea how that had happened and nor was he interested. He was kinda glad if that meant he was still going to be born and not wiped out from the new timeline. 

Since then, Lily began to see James and the marauders in a new light and their bond only kept getting stronger. Alice and Frank had gotten back together as well and all of them had become closer to each other. 

It still confused him on if he could even return to his timeline but he put it out of his mind, knowing Clang would have the answers. 

He just hoped in two weeks time they could take down Voldemort for good and he could go back. The information he had gathered was enough to ensure the dark lord's entire network could be taken down. 

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Department of Mysteries

Face obscured by his hood, Harry walked into the lift at the ministry of magic and pressed the button to get to the DoM. 

As the lift descended into the depths of the Department of Mysteries, Harry couldn't help feeling a sense of excitement. This was it, his mission, once considered an impossibility, was nearing success.

The lift doors opened and Harry stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. The walls were lined with strange, rotating objects and shelves filled with mysterious artifacts. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by occasional whispers and murmurs coming from behind closed doors.

Harry walked down the corridor and up to the rotating wall of doors, his hood still pulled over his head. He didn't want anyone to recognize him before he had a chance to speak with Clang and get their permission to reveal himself.

He walked along the dark corridor and up to the rotating wall of doors.

"Junior Unspeakable Potter to the Time Room," he said clearly. The wall stayed still making Harry nervous. His magical signature was deeply entwined with the wards of the department and according to Blake they spread across time. He heaved a sigh of relief when the doors began to rattle and rotate before coming to stop revealing a black wooden door that looked as if it was burnt but Harry knew better. Those were the signs of intruders being burnt to crisp and getting absorbed into the magic that defended the entrance to the time room. 

He took a deep breath and entered. 

The room was a spacious one. In the center was the ritual platform from where he had been sent into the past or rather his current present and on either side were rows of shelves upon which various types of time turners lay, created and experimented on by the timekeepers. 

He veered to the left, past the long rows of four tiered shelves and to the back, where four plain brown doors were built into the wall. He went for the one on the right which was labeled, Unspeakable Clang. 

This was it, he thought as he raised a fist to knock on the door. He summoned his courage. Clang was scary and creepy but she was the one he had to report to. She was the only one who would possibly know of his existence. 

He knocked on the door with two sharp raps.

"Come in," her voice rasped, spoken as if the door itself was speaking and the door cracked open automatically. 

Harry pushed the door open cautiously and entered the dimly lit office. The room was filled with the faint ticking sound of numerous clocks, their steady rhythm the only company in the otherwise eerie silence. In the center of the circular room sat Unspeakable Clang, her back turned to him as she hunched over a book.

Harry clicked the door shut and Clang straightened up, shut the book with a clap and swiveled her chair around towards her desk to look at her visitor. 

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before reforming into a frown. 

"Harry James Potter," she murmured, her voice cracking with age. Her eyes turned white and Harry gulped. He always found it creepy when she did that. "Ah yes," she muttered as her eyes returned to their normal gray. "You were supposed to report months ago." 

Clang was wearing black robes, her hood was down revealing her wizened face. She had wispy blackish gray hair that was left loose and her eyes were sunken into her skull. She was of average height with a bit of weight round the center and walked with a slight hunchback. 

No one knew how long she had been a timekeeper. She had been around for as long as anyone in the department remembered. The secrecy enchantments made things a bit difficult to make sense of. 

"Well," Harry said with a wry grin as he took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk upon which dozens of parchments were spread out haphazardly. "It was easier to complete the mission." He pulled out an impossibly large envelope from his pockets and tossed it on the table. 

Clang glanced at it and then turned her gaze back on Harry. 

"Well done," she croaked. "You've managed to change the timeline to such an extreme degree that you've managed to extract your soul out of the timeline."

Harry stopped breathing. "I'm sorry, what?" 

"If you would have reported in like you were supposed to, we would have been able to warn you of certain aspects of your mission that you weren't supposed to meddle with." 

Harry frowned. "So I won't get born in the future?" 

"It doesn't matter," Clang replied. "You don't have a home to return to."

"Damn, is that a bad thing for the timeline or for me? And does this mean I'm going to cease to exist?" Harry wasn't feeling any emotions at the moment. 

"Good thing for the timeline." Her eyes flickered to the envelope. "Frankly you've exceeded all the mission parameters and the timeline is shifting towards a better future. So well done."

Harry grinned, feeling a surge of relief. At least his mission was a success.

"But the change is so extreme that the timeline can no longer recognise your point of origin. You're now like us, the time keepers."

"Hold on a minute. So does this mean I have to stay in this timeline forever?" 

"You are no longer bound by time, Harry. You are now our preferred weapon of choice to keep the timeline out of trouble, be it the past or the future. You will be removed from this timeline once the mission is complete and your next mission will be determined upon consultation with the current head of operations, Unspeakable Croaker."

"Which means I am going to continue existing," Harry began to say excitedly. 

Clang rolled her eyes. She knew everything about him after her scan of the time stream. "Yes Harry, you will continue to exist. But you are no longer Harry James Potter. There will be another."

"Sweet," Harry said with a large grin. "Just the kind of freedom I can get onboard with. So what's next? We're going to meet Croaker or what?"

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Unspeakable Croaker's Office

"Anything else?" he asked, his voice deep. He had lesser lines on his face than Harry remembered and looked stronger as well. 

"Nope," Harry said, sitting cross legged on his chair, yawning. He didn't know how long it had been since he entered the ministry. This is what he hated the most. The debrief always took way too fucking long. 

"Excellent," Croaker said with a smile. "I must say Harry, you managed to cover all their bases. With this we can crush the dark lord and his troupe once and for all." 

"It was easy with the information I had from the future." 

"No," Croaker replied somberly. "It was your training." 

"So what now?" 

"Now, I get in touch with Crouch and we secretly plan an assault. We'll have to get Dumbledore on board too. We can't leave anything to chance." 

"Do I need to be a part of this?" 

"You can sit this one out, Harry. You've done enough." 

"There is one other thing," Harry added. "Bellatrix Black is keen on joining the assault and I think you should entertain her. She'd make an excellent recruit."

Croaker frowned. "Too volatile," he said simply, shutting Harry down.

But Harry felt he owed it to Bella to fight more, not to mention if he succeeded, his reward was going to be epic. 

"I'm grooming her. She's the perfect assassin. All she's looking for is a life that won't allow her to be bored. If you don't recruit her, she's going to be recruited by some other party whose interests are against ours. I strongly recommend getting her onto our side now rather than regret it later. She's too powerful to ignore."

Croaker hummed. "Alright, I'll think about it." 

"Great," Harry beamed. "Now can I get the fuck out of here? I'm exhausted."

"Where are you going to go?" 

"Leaky Cauldron," Harry said with a yawn. "I'll be there under the name Harry Hefner."

"Stay reachable," Clang warned in her raspy voice. "You belong to the time keepers now. There's much to learn."

"Noted," Harry said tiredly and stood up. "Let me know once it's over yea?" 

"Good night, Harry," Croaker said softly. 

Harry left the ministry and made his way to the leaky cauldron, aging his features as he walked through Diagon Alley late at night, choosing a more mid twenties look with his signature messy hair but face more matured with a light stubble. He grew a bit taller as well, just shy of six feet.

The air was cool and the moon was in half, shining softly over the buildings and cobblestones. 

In the serene night, Harry suddenly felt light and happy. His exhaustion left his body as triumph filled him instead. His mission was almost over and he felt like celebrating. 

And instead of continuing towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry turned on his heel and apparated to muggle London. In search of a strip club. He could do with a striptease right about now. 

The cool air of the London night hit him as he apparated onto a deserted street, the vibrant neon lights of the nightlife district calling out to him like a beacon in the distance. Harry strolled through the empty streets, blending in with the few late-night revelers and stragglers.

After a few minutes of brisk walking, Harry reached a nondescript building adorned with only a small sign reading "Sirens" in flashing pink neon letters. A burly bouncer stood at the entrance, eyeing him up and down before giving him a nod in approval as he forged his ID with a wave of his hand. The noise, the sights and smells hit him like a drug in itself as he stepped inside. Loud music pounded through the speakers, and scantily clad women gyrated on poles or danced with gleeful patrons perched around the bar or on the couches by the stage.

Harry sauntered up to the bar, catching the bartender's attention with an imperious flick of his wrist. "Bourbon, neat," he said, sliding a hundred-pound note across the counter. The bartender served him without question, his eyes drawn to Harry's air of confidence and authority.

Nursing his drink, Harry scanned the club for a suitable distraction. His gaze landed on a redheaded beauty spinning seductively on a pole, her dark eyes meeting his own momentarily before she winked and continued her routine. 

As the redheaded beauty continued her sensual routine, her voluptuous body mesmerized Harry, every curve and contour begging for his undivided attention. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each rotation of her hips, straining against the lacy confines of her thin blood-red bra. Beneath her skirt, sheer stockings clung to long, toned legs that disappeared into stiletto heels, accentuating her every curve. The fabric of her garter belt adorned with three silver rings on each side teased at what lay beneath, drawing his eyes further down to the scanty little red thong that left nothing to the imagination.

The dancer, sensing his appreciative gaze, arched her back and ran a hand down her collarbone, caressing the length of her spine before grazing over her generous posterior. Harry found himself captivated by the way the stage lights played over her flawless skin - making it glow like porcelain dusted with crimson glitter.

As she spun gracefully around the pole, his eyes roved over her endless legs and shapely thighs that tapering down to slender ankles that flexed and uncoiled as she worked her magic on the pole. Every inch of her was a masterpiece of erotic artistry; even the sweat glistening on her porcelain brow seemed to invite him closer. 

He downed the rest of his drink, slamming the empty glass on the bar, and sauntered over to the stage. The music vibrated through his bones as he stuffed a few crisp notes into her G-string before taking a seat on one of the empty couches surrounding the stage. 

The dancer, her stage name "Crimson" emblazoned on her garter belt, rewarded him with a sultry smile before sliding down the pole and moving in his direction. She sidled up to him, her body mere centimeters away in a teasing display of lustful mischief.

"Enjoying the show, handsome?" she purred into his ear, her accent decidedly American. Her intoxicating vanilla scent washed over him, momentarily clouding his senses.

Harry's gaze roamed over her voluptuous body, his eyes greedily devouring every inch of her. Her breasts, two juicy mounds of flesh, barely contained within her thin bra through which he could see the tips of her nipples. 

Crimson ground her hips against him even more sensually, as if she could read his mind and knew exactly where to touch him to ignite a blaze within. She teasingly pulled a part of her bra down, revealing a pert, erect nipple. Harry's nostrils flared as she teased it with her long red nails, circling its areola before flicking the hardened bud.

"I am now," he smirked, allowing himself to relax in her capable hands, letting the stress of the day melt away.