Chapter 7
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"Sirius are you… crying?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"No!" Sirius replied quickly, dabbing his eye with a handkerchief, only to receive disbieving glances from the table's occupants.
"I'm just so proud!" Sirius smiled. "To think you're dating Amelia Bones! Not even your father could get a date with her!"
"Err… thanks?" Harry awkwardly replied. "And we're not dating. At least, not yet."
"Still, going on a date with her is better than James could manage." Sirius suddenly smirked lecherously. "Tell me, does she still have those giant knockers?"
He made an inappropriate gesture with his hands, cupping them and holding them to his chest as if he was holding a large pair of breasts. Harry couldn't help but blush, and coughed before nodding.
Sirius burst into laughter, but suddenly stopped and winced. Narcissa stood beside him, glaring at him with her wand out. "You might find such remarks to be acceptable, but others do not, cousin."
"Geez, just trying to lighten the mood." Sirius complained. "Not all of us get to go on dates with bimbos all the time."
"Harry is going on a date with an older and successful witch, not some scarlet woman like you used to date." Narcissa glared from her seat right next to Julia at the table.
"Hey! I didn't date scarlet women!" Sirius replied, his gaze lowering to gaze upon Julia's generous cleavage as she was distracted buttering her toast. "Damn bitches."
Sirius clearly didn't mean to say those words out loud, and his eyes widened in horror. A red bolt flew under the table and collided with him, making him jump in pain.
"Care to repeat that?" Narcissa demanded, clearly being the one who cast the spell.
"Um… I said beautiful witches!" Sirius corrected.
"Good."
Harry snorted in amusement, looking over to his mistress who was unusually quiet. She seemed well rested, wearing a simple white buttoned top that somehow looked lewd on her busty form. Her makeup was perfectly done, and hair pulled back into ponytail. In his mind she looked very fuckable in that outfit, and it was clearly what she was going for.
His cock pulsed in his trousers, demanding he take his mistress, but he pushed his lust down. He needed to save up enough seed in case his date with Amelia went well, and couldn't be wasting unnecessary energy till that happened. Even then, he knew it was a matter of time till he took Ms. Zabini.
"Tell me, Julia, how have you settled in to your new room?" He asked curiously, letting his hand rest dominantly on her thick comfortable thigh under the table. It wouldn't be good for a Lord to forget about his Mistress, after all.
Julia bit her lip, squirming from arousal due to his touch. "I've settled in quite well, maybe you would like to visit me later?"
She batted her eyelashes at him, the suggestion in her words clear. It was obvious what she wanted, and for a moment he was tempted to take advantage of her offer. It would be nice to have those cocksucking lips of hers wrapped around his cock, his hand holding her ponytail as he thrusted his shaft down her throat.
"No, I'm afraid I can't." Harry replied, letting his hand sink deeper into her fleshy thigh. "Maybe after my date I'll visit you."
Julia quivered and nodded, clearly understanding what he was implying.
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Narcissa and him arrived several blocks away from where he was going to meet up with Amelia for their date, and he recognized the area as being very close to Diagon Alley. They were on the muggle side, in London, as Amelia had strangely instructed him to meet at a specific alleyway.
The beautiful redhead had mentioned going to see a magical play, and a reserved seat for them to be in attendance. Harry didn't know much about Magical Plays, but Narcissa seemed to be informed well enough, and had prepared him accordingly.
"Madam Bones is likely meeting you by a private entrance to get to the play." Narcissa informed him, as he looked around at all the cars driving by. "The main entrance is in Diagon Alley, while the other entrances are on the muggle side."
"You've been here before?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Of course." Narcissa smiled. "Magical plays are always fun to watch. Yet I can't say I've seen Madam Bones at one before."
"Any last minute recommendations?" He asked, adjusting the formal robes he still thought looked ridiculous.
"Just be yourself, and remember to treat her like a woman."
"You best be going then." Harry replied, giving Narcissa a quick kiss before she apparated away.
He made his way down the nearby alley, the one Amelia instructed him to meet her at in her letter. It was oddly clean for an alleyway, and led directly to an unassuming steel door.
"I'm glad you showed up on time."
Harry turned, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. Amelia Bones faced him, wearing an elegant blue dress, one that complimented her position in wizarding society, but still showed off her beautiful form. Her red hair fell down in waves, as her eyes seemed to light up at the sight of him.
"Amelia, good to see you." He managed to get himself together, and he took her hand to give it the customary kiss. "You look beautiful."
"You don't look so bad yourself." Amelia gave him a once over.
"I thought we were going to the theater?" He asked, expecting some grand entrance and not a dingy alleyway door.
"We are going to the theater." Amelia replied. "Rather than take the front entrance, I took us through the back way in. I figured it would be more private, and I wouldn't be having some gossip rag come out if I was spotted here with a date."
He was already starting to like Amelia even more than before. "Not to mention if your date was me, of all people."
"Exactly." Amelia smiled, clearly glad he agreed with her reasoning. She stopped and looked at him strangely, as if studying him. "You know, I somewhat expected you to be upset."
"Why?"
"Most men like to show off their date." Amelia stopped right outside the entrance door. "It only seems like they want their date to be out in public, especially if it was me of all people they were with."
"Oh, I'm not that kind of person." Harry rubbed his hair awkwardly. "I didn't ask you out to boost my ego, if that's what you thought, I did so because I genuinely wanted to go on a date with you."
"Interesting." Amelia seemed to stare at him as if she was searching for deceit, she finally opened the door, revealing a lush sitting room that overlooked the rest of the audience and eventually, the stage. "Keep saying things like that, and you'll find yourself another date, Harry."
He couldn't help but feel his heart beat harder at her words, his cheeks heating up.
They settled into their own special box seat, being two comfy chairs that gave them a private view of the stage over the audience.
"I've been meaning to ask," Harry began as he settled into his seat. "How have you been since the attack?"
"Thank you for asking." Amelia replied from his side. "Things have been hard, but me and Susan managed to recover fine. The hardest thing has been having to restore our wardrobe, it seems half the time we spend together is spent shopping."
"I am sorry you lost your home." Harry comforted. "I should probably let you know where I'm staying now has extra space if you need somewhere to stay."
"Thanks for the offer, Harry, but usually couples move in after more than one date."
Harry coughed, his face going red in embarrassment, Amelia's polite laughter filling the background. "I didn't mean it like that!"
"I know, but it was still funny." Amelia smirked in mischief. "I do thank you for the offer, but me and Susan already have a place to stay. House Bones is fairly large, and we have more than one Manor in the countryside for us to stay in."
"Oh." Harry blinked, strangely realizing the woman he was sitting with was very successful and wealthy. The past few months had been so busy that he never really took the time to actually look at things from a different angle. Now that he thought of it, he was stupidly rich with all the Potter and Black fortunes at his back, along with Narcissa and Julia and the resources they brought to the table. And that wasn't even mentioning Daphne, and the obscene amounts of wealth her own family possessed. Looks like I won't have to worry about money.
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The play was great, but for how much Harry enjoyed watching it, watching his beautiful date was much more enjoyable. Whether that meant staring at her flowing hair, perfect face, massive cleavage, or thick thighs, Harry enjoyed it all.
"I admit that I do have a busy schedule, and can't commit to a second date anytime soon." Amelia said after the play had ended.
"Maybe I'll get arrested to see you sooner." Harry joked.
She gently held a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, her big breasts bouncing with each laugh. "That was terrible."
They were taking things slow. And Harry was fine with it.
"I admit that I haven't been on many dates over the years, but this was definitely one of the better ones." Amelia admitted. "That said, I believe that there are some issues that need to be discussed going forward."
"Issues?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Amelia replied seriously, her eyes locking with him. "You and I both know my position, Harry, and we both know that it cannot get out that we are seeing each other. That means I don't want you to talk about our relationship openly, for now."
"Fair enough."
"There is something else I want to discuss." Amelia replied, subtly pushing out her large breasts in a way that captivated him. "I am a woman in my prime, I have needs, ones that haven't ever been taken care of properly. I want this relationship to work out, and if things continue like they are, then I'll be happy to give you this body."
Amelia seemed to have so much self-confidence, an attractive sense of knowing just how beautiful she was, Harry couldn't help it, he hardened. His eyes looked down into the massive cleavage that Amelia had, no doubt having two of the biggest, roundest, plump, and most perfect breasts in the world. He eventually managed to tear his gaze away from the valley of cleavage, and stare into her smoky gaze.
"That said." Amelia continued. "I know that you have needs as well, and I did see it was Narcissa Malfoy who dropped you off earlier. Based on your interaction with her, I can only assume she is in a relationship with you."
He felt ice flood his veins at the mention of Narcissa, only for him to calm down. Clearly Amelia wasn't the type to use Narcissa against him.
"She's my courtesan." Harry replied, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry I didn't tell you about this earlier."
"You don't have to tell me now, it is well known to me the intricacies of Lordships and what comes with it." Amelia waved his concerns away. "But I don't want you sleeping around too much, especially not chasing every skirt that catches your eye at Hogwarts."
"I should probably tell you now that I have a Mistress as well." Harry told her, feeling awkward. "And Narcissa and I are… intimate. The same can sort of be said for my Mistress."
Amelia Bones bit her lip at his words, her legs squirming together in arousal. Although somewhat rare, it was traditional for a Lord to have a courtesan and a mistress, but it was especially surprising for Harry to have one. The typical Lord who had one would be a womanizer, the type of pigs she had dealt with over the course of her career. But Harry wasn't like that.
No, if anything Harry deserved to have a few women around that would tend to his needs. At least the poor boy could expend his frustrations on them for now. "You don't have to feel concerned, Harry, I'm not upset."
"You're not?"
"Of course not, it's as I said, we both have needs." Just wait till I take care of yours. "I am a busy woman, Harry, and I'm at the height of my career as the DMLE director. It's almost a relief that you've accumulated women to take care of your needs, as I might not be there all the time."
Harry seemed to redden in embarrassment, and Amelia herself felt herself warm up at the lewd subject. "It seems that this should be the time to end our date."
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He apparated directly back to Grimmauld Place, appearing right before his bedroom door.
Amelia had been more than he possibly imagined she would be. A beautiful redhead bombshell that he could hardly take his eyes off throughout their date. She would be the perfect wife for him, powerful and beautiful, and able to take care of all his needs.
His massive shaft pulsed with his trousers, the excitement from their date having gotten to him. Harry would admit that he lusted after the redhead, that he wanted her, and also that he wanted their relationship to work out. It was everything about her that aroused him, from her beautiful buxom body that few men had ever seen, to her domineering but kind and attractive personality.
His eyes locked onto the small door next to his bedroom, the room that used to function as the old elf quarters, his trousers constraining his arousal by a mere thread at this point.
He needed relief, and he needed it now.
He bursted into Julia's room, his eyes locking onto his Mistress, and finding her ready for him, dressed in sexy black lingerie. It held up her massive breasts with an undersized black lace bra, black lace panties, along with a fancy garter belt and stockings that stretched over her fat arse and thick juicy thighs.
"H-Harry?" She stuttered, looking at him with shock at the suddenness at which he had entered her room. Her eyes shifted, going to the massive bulge in his trousers, and widened in shock.
Her room stunk of her arousal, her bed a mess, and the desk and mirror clearly having been used heavily as she prepared for his arrival. Clearly, Ms. Zabini had done nothing but pleasure herself and fix her appearance to perfection as she waited for him.
His cock throbbed in his trousers, his heart thudding with how loud it was beating, as both his balls felt heavy with seed. It was time for him to take her.
Chapter 8
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"Rennervate."
Julia woke with a gasp, desperately sucking in air as she coughed. She practically couldn't feel her legs at this point, her bum was so sore that it was red, and her big brown breasts felt heavy on her spine.
They had been having sex, rough sex, for what felt like days on end at this point. Hours upon hours of Harry completely and utterly using her body to its fullest extent as they fucked. She had sucked his cock, let him cum all over her big tits, swallowed his load, and had him pull her hair as he spanked her arse red.
The first time she had passed out had been when she rode him, exerting her muscles as she bounced up and down on his massive shaft. A strong orgasm had run through her as Harry massaged and sucked her big tits, and she had blacked out as her body shook in pure pleasure.
The next one came as she sucked Harry's big cock. Her Lord had shoved his shaft deeper than she thought possible down a woman's throat, being her own, to the point she couldn't breathe. He didn't particularly care, not that she could blame him, and went on to throat-fuck her until she fell unconscious from the lack of breathable air.
After that came the harsh doggy-style sex, as Harry pounded her fat arse to smithereens. She was very proud of her arse, something she knew most men couldn't resist, and Harry showed just how attracted men could be to such a big booty. He had spanked and pummeled her arse red, damn near blowing her back out with the power of his harsh thrusts.
But the real rough sex began when he started pulling her hair. He had bred her like some sort of wild animal, pulling on her hair like a beast as his thighs slammed against her arse. Julia was sure most women would be broken in half by such a fucking, yet she had managed to only survive it by falling unconscious.
Harry stood off to the side with his wand, putting it down on the nightstand, before turning back around. His cock came into view, being still hard, still huge, and he calmly massaged it with his hand. "That's the third time you've fallen unconscious, I don't want it to happen again."
The rebuke was brutal, and she winced under the severity of it. Yet she still felt heat pool in her core before running down her leg. She had been ready for rough sex, yes, but not this. This was insane sex, the type that left her unable to continue to pleasure her lord even as he used her body to his own satisfaction.
She licked her lips, eyeing his cock hesitantly. "Yes, my Lord."
Harry moved behind her, positioning himself his his massive cock lined up with her pussy, and entered. She gasped, squeezing the sheets and moaning loudly as he carelessly shoved more and more of it in. She could feel it in her stomach, the cock so much bigger than anything she could of imagined filling into her womb. It bulged her out, making a huge clear impression on her stomach, while its sheer girth spread her fat cheeks.
His first thrust sent her reeling, the second made her eyes roll into her skull and mouth agape. Each thrust from there was thunderous, as he began pumping in and out of his personal MILF.
"big, big, big, big! BIG! FUCK! YOU'RE HUGE!" Ms. Zabini screamed as he fucked her with his mammoth cock. "I've never been fucked by a cock this huge!"
Harry groaned, and gave her fat arse a harsh slap that elicited a gasp. "Bigger than your husbands?"
"Oh! All of them!" She moaned, causing Harry to smirk. "None of them were even half as big as you!"
He felt his cock flex in pride, and picked up his thrusts as his right hand made its way around to squeeze her big tits. He was beginning to love having sex with his mistress, and he especially loved how she was a screamer in bed.
"Ohhh! So good!" Ms. Zabini screamed.
"I'm going to be fucking your from now on." Harry boasted, gripping harshly onto her heaving breasts. "You're my fucking bitch."
"Yesss~" She slurred her speech, feeling another insane orgasm rip through her soul. Her pussy spammed around his shaft, quivering and lathering his cock in fluid. She loved how he degraded her, how he called her his bitch.
She had been dreaming about getting a fucking this good for years, and had finally received what she wanted after so long. No one had come close to her own sexual experience, her own stamina, as shown by the many men she had dominated in bed. None of them came close to lasting when they were with her, and she had drained many sets of balls and left men begging for mercy during sex. And that was without mentioning her fourth husband, who just so happened to die during intercourse on their wedding night.
What felt like a lifetime of drifting from one man to the next, using her body to manipulate and steal husbands from their wives had all led to this. Harry Potter. He was her Lord, the man who could finally satisfy her, and someone she was ecstatic to be a mistress for.
He rested comfortably against her, or at least in a way that was comfortable for him, with his entire body resting on top of her own and squishing her into the bed. His knees met the bed at her sides, while one of his arms squeezed her waist, and another snaked around to wrap around her neck, holding it but not so tight as to shut her airway. It was a brutal position made for one thing. Breeding. And Ms. Zabini loved it.
Her Lord began moving, slamming his massive shaft in and out of her as he harshly slammed against her bum. She moaned loudly, and then louder, and soon it sounded as if she was being brutually murdered if someone was to listen in. Her cries weren't cries of pain, but were instead cries of unimaginable pleasure.
She came, and then came again, as her eyes rolled up to convey pure ecstasy. A nonstop stream of orgasms seemed to be normal when Harry pounded her, not that she was complaining.
Harry could feel himself getting closer to his release, as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. His grip around her neck tightened, not enough to close her airway, but enough to let her know that he was in control. It was time for him to claim her. "I'm going to make you mine, Julia."
Her body rattled with each soul-destroying thrust, her massive breasts jiggling and bottom rippling like a tsunami. "I-I'm yours, m-my Lord."
She was his bitch, but he still needed to make sure. "Will you betray me?"
Her eyes widened in horror, her sweaty body reverberating under the intense pounding he was giving her. The thought of betraying him, losing her access to his magic, his kindness, his cock, was unimaginable. "I-I would never betray you, my Lord!"
Harry groaned deeply in satisfaction, grateful that his Mistress was so loyal. He sunk deep into her core then, interlinking his magic with her own and branding it as his. He ripped her magic away, taking it for himself, and prepared to finally seal the deal by marking her with his seed.
"I'm going to cum." Harry grunted at he fucked the shit out of her.
She shakily nodded, only for Harry to take things a bit further. He picked up her whole body like a ragdoll, pounding her even harder as he chased his release. He didn't care for her pleasure anymore, instead solely chasing his own, not that she was complaining. She was his Mistress, his cocksleeve.
With a roar he came, slamming himself as tight as he possibly could against her fat arse. His massive jism-filled balls tightened, and his cock seemed to double in size inside her. Julia lost control as her arms flailed out, reaching for everything, anything, but it was pointless.
A load bigger than she could conceive erupted from his cock, filling her to the brim with load after relentless load. Her stomach bulged out, making her look pregnant. And finally it ended, as Harry dropped her carelessly to the bed.
He ripped his cock from her harshly, letting the seed pour out of her. He looked over her conquered body with a look that made her whimper, before grabbing his cum-stained shaft. "My cock is filthy. Clean it, Bitch."
Julia licked her lips, feeling her core wetten once again at his harsh words. Oh, how she loved the way he treated her!"Yes, my Lord."
-
Fleur Delacour laid wide awake in bed, her eyes wide, and body covered in sweat. She listened to the cries of that mature seductress as Harry pounded her. Those weren't the moans and screams of some cheap whore, but the genuine pleasure-filled cries of ecstasy that most women could only dream of.
She could hear the deafening slapping of skin through the walls between her room and the one next door. The intense intermittent spanks accompanied by orgasmic cries and harsh male groans. All of which did nothing but cause her even more arousal, her groin soaked to the core because of it.
What any woman would give to get that kind of sex. Fleur lamented, rubbing her hand against her core. She suddenly heard Ms. Zabini shriek, the loudest scream so far as the woman likely experience a rather intense orgasm. It did nothing but provoke her arousal further, as she bit her lip. Is this what it's like to have sex with a powerful wizard? W-Will she even survive?
She thought of trying to have sex like this with Harry, something that only made her more horny. He would make me his Veela whore.
She imagined him pounding her, how he would enter her bedroom after he was done with his Mistress. He would use her after he's done with Ms. Zabini. He'd shove his huge shaft into her even though it would be covered in the other woman's fluid.
Could I even be able to take such a big cock? Fleur bit her lip, imagining the things Harry would do to her. I'd make myself take his big cock! I'd be his good little Veela!
Would I amount to anything more than a mistress for Harry? She couldn't help but wonder, knowing that Harry already had plenty of women to take care of his needs. There was no way he would make her something as special as his wife, but that was even if he wanted her in the first place.
She knew she was beautiful, as she was a Veela after all. But even then Fleur Delacour had to wonder if that was enough. Most men would fall head over heels for her, just like Bill did at the bank, but Harry Potter was not most men. He already had women around him to take care of his needs, as demonstrated by the noises being made in the next room. But there was something she lacked in compared to Harry's lovers, being her age.
Am I old enough for Harry? She questioned her body for the first time in her life, nearly feeling inadequate in comparison to the women around her crush. They were all older, more experienced, some even married in the past, and each had big mature mammaries and busty feminine forms that most men would drool over.
It was rare to see a wizard date women older than himself, being an odd taboo in magical society where Men always seemed to marry younger. Harry being different was odd in such a strange way that it actually intimidated her, and made Fleur genuinely question her chances with him.
I'm no use to him as some blonde Veela bimbo. She despaired. I doubt even mother would benefit him all that much, especially with Narcissa clinging to his arm.
Being a Veela and simply throwing myself at him won't cut it. Fleur decided, feeling a resolve fill her. She still had to go back to France for one more year at Beauxbatons, and then she would return to Britain for Harry. No. That won't be enough.
Being all the way across the channel in France was too risky, and there was a good chance that it would be too late next time she saw him.
She decided that she needed to attend Hogwarts if she was to get closer with Harry.
-
She watched the coffee maker run, slowly filling her morning cup before she left to do rounds in Diagon Alley. Being an Auror had been tough work, but well worth the hours spent in training and being harassed by Mad-eye. But with that said, her least favorite part of the job was having to get up so early.
The nearby door to the kitchen suddenly opened, and her mother walked in. The woman dressed in a provocative white robe that seemed to hug her curves in a seductive manner, something Nymphadora was sure her father quite enjoyed.
"Morning, dear." Andromeda Tonks greeted, giving her a short hug and kiss. "Off to work so early?"
"You can say that." She sighed, knowing that she probably needed to stop over at Grimmauld Place at some point.
Sirius seemed to be on the warpath these days, and Nymphadora knew that Harry would soon be off to Hogwarts. But the main thing that kept her away from Grimmauld Place was the women that Harry Potter kept around. Being an Auror seemed to be the last thing on her mind these days, with Harry Potter's strange… relationships occupying so much of her thoughts.
It was Harry Potter, and the ridiculous situations he seemed to get himself into that seemed to be the center of her mind. First had been the insane triwizard tournament, followed by the return of the Dark Lord, and then his arrival at Grimmauld Place, followed by his insane ability to attract women without trying.
It was driving her mad! The man attracted beautiful and mature witches to himself without trying, barely even breathing and he managed to already get Narcissa and Julia wrapped around his finger with minimal effort. And that wasn't even mentioning the older hot French Veela who was pursuing him!
Nymphadora knew she was beautiful. She was a metamorphmagus, able to change her appearance at will, and as such could control her beauty. But as of late she kept feeling as if she was coming up short in comparison to the women around her.
First there was Narcissa, her aunt, a bombshell blonde woman with an unmatched enthusiasm for etiquette and pureblood culture. Rather than seeming like a old snobby prune, as so many pureblood women turned out to be, the woman instead came across as a high-class blonde who seemed genuinely to be Harry Potter's personal courtesan and matchmaker.
Next had been Julia Zabini, a curvy and busty seductress, a mature woman with curves that Nymphadora knew would drive most men wild. That wasn't counting the woman's bitchy and seductive attitude, and she still seemed to exude smugness and superiority despite being Harry Potter's mistress of all things.
After that came Fleur bloody Delacour, the insanely hot French girl who somehow seemed to be more bitchy and more smug than the aforementioned witches. The girl was a Veela to top it all off, with legs a mile long and perky assets men could only dream of. If it wasn't her bright long silvery hair that caught your attention, then it was definitely her heart-shaped bum and child-bearing hips that would succeed in doing so.
And yet, standing in that kitchen next to her mother made her feel the exact same way that the other women made her feel. Her mother's beautiful, natural, seductive appearance that seemed to be common among the Black sisters was dead set on making Nymphadora feel inadequate. Women were supposed to get uglier with age, but her mother only seemed to age like fine wine. That didn't mention the woman's fashion sense, as she seemed to fancy wearing nightclothes that borderlined on being lingerie half the time.
It didn't help that any time she brought it up, her mother responded by calling her a "prune".
Nymphadora had grown up, experienced the worst boys her age had to offer through dating. She had seen Hogsmeade many times, been in several broom closets, and even been on quite a few dates since becoming an Auror. And all of her experience when it came to romance made her ask one question: How the hell did Ted Tonks get with Andromeda Black?
Sure, she had heard their explanation a million times. That the two met at Hogwarts, how Andromeda was attracted to Ted's personality and muggle life, and from there how their romance snowballed until Andromeda left her family to live with Ted and raise her.
One didn't have to look long at her mother to know Andromeda was a monster in bed. The woman was equipped with everything needed for continuous breeding. Thick powerful thighs, big tits, a shelf full of arse that caused most men to look twice when she walked down the street. It didn't make sense for her to find fulfillment with Ted Tonks, a skinny and awkward muggleborn at best.
It made Nymphadora wonder if the situation with Harry and her was the same, just inverted. He's got the weight of the world on his shoulders, along with all those beautiful women to help him. Surely the last thing he needs is an annoying metamorphmagus, right?
"Is there a problem, dear?" Her mother suddenly asked, startling her.
"What? Um… no." Nymphadora replied quickly.
Andromeda Tonks studied her like a hawk, and she felt a cold sweat run down her back. She had rarely seen her mother so serious before, and she just so happened to be her mother's center of attention in that moment. After some time her mother seemed to find what she was looking for, as she relaxed and gained an amused smirk.
"I see." Andromeda took a sip of her tea. "Boy problems then?"
"W-What?" She stuttered. "N-No! Of course not!"
"Boy problems it is." Her mother seemed to decide, despite her protests. "Even if you want to deny it, I do have a simple solution for boy problems."
A simple solution does sound good. Nymphadora sighed, something she was doing too much these days. "Just tell me."
"One person will always be the dominant one in the relationship." Andromeda Tonks lectured. "All that matters is deciding what role you are in the relationship. Are you the one in charge, meaning the leader? Or are you a follower?"
Harry is definitely the leader in his… relationships. She bit her lip. "I'm not sure."
"It's best you figure it out." Her mother continued. "Otherwise, you will end up having a lot of argueing to do. Me and your father never argue, as the man knows who has the pants in this relationship."
"Alright mom, I get it." Nymphadora felt a little queasy. I wonder if you and Harry would get along?
Chapter 9
Chapter Text
Tonks had dropped him off at the station, doing so hurriedly as she quickly wished him good luck for the year before leaving. He had glimpsed her face before she apparated away, and noticed a prominent blush on her cheeks. Harry didn't know why the Auror had been behaving so awkwardly around him as of late, as she always seemed to always get embarrassed for some reason when he was around.
It didn't help that Narcissa gave a sly smirk when he asked her about it.
Speaking of Cissy, Harry knew that he would miss his courtesan's presence while off at Hogwarts. He had become used to waking up next to his personal MILF, and knew that it would be a struggle to relieve himself from now on. It also didn't help that his Mistress would be unavailable as well.
Maybe I can get a private room in the castle to share with them? He shook his head at the thought. There was no possible way Dumbledore would permit a student to allow his own Mistress into the castle, especially if that meant sleeping together in the same room.
He finally made his way past the maze of people on the platform and entered the Hogwarts Express, before heading down the hallway as he looked in each compartment for Daphne. It had been far too long since he had seen his betrothed, and some quality time on the train would be good for the both of them.
A commotion ahead got his attention, as a girl, who he suddenly realized was Pansy Parkinson, hastily left one of the compartments. She was sniffling, clearly upset over something someone must have told her. Yep. Daphne must be in that one.
He moved past Pansy as she ran off, opening the compartment door with his trunk in hand.
"Harry!" A familiar voice exclaimed, as his gorgeous blonde betrothed jumped into his arms.
He hugged her back, feeling Daphne's promiscuous feminine form pressed against his own. He could feel her large breasts, something he was looking forward to seeing for the rest of his life, and feel the caress of her soft golden blonde hair.
Even though Narcissa had taken care of him that morning, and Julia the night before, he still felt himself get aroused. It was strange how Daphne did something to him, the way his personal Slytherin Witch caused his arousal to spike, and his cock to harden.
She must have noticed it too, the way she subtly rubbed her thick arse against his clothed shaft. Harry grit his teeth, desperately holding back his lust. The girl was insatiable, and this was the third time now she had gotten a rise out of him.
"Ahem."
They both suddenly jumped away from each other at the sudden cough. Harry looked over to see a pretty brown-haired Slytherin girl staring at them with amusement in her eyes. She had clearly been the only one sitting with Daphne when he entered, and as such had seen their… interaction.
"Oh, don't stop on my account, things were just getting interesting!" She smiled saucily, giving Daphne a look that Harry couldn't decipher.
His betrothed rolled her eyes, but he couldn't help but notice a blush on her features. She grabbed his hand, as he placed his trunk overhead. "Come, Harry, you can sit with me."
"Yes, Harry, sit with your girlfriend." The other girl taunted.
Daphne sighed as they sat. "Harry, this is Tracey Davis, my best friend. Please do your best to ignore her taunts."
"A pleasure to meet you." Tracey smiled happily. "I'm Tracey Davis, the resident Slytherin Half-blood."
"Erm… nice to meet you." Harry replied awkwardly.
The door to the compartment suddenly opened, and a boy with a familiar dark skin entered. Harry felt his eyes widen, a sudden feeling of awkwardness filling him as he recognized him. Blaise Zabini, the son of the woman he had been pounding nonstop for weeks at this point, looked at him.
He was clearly his mother's son, having inherited her cheekbones and skin tone. Julia had not spoken much about Blaise, only to really say that he spent his time living with his cousin on his father's side of the family. There had been more to the explanation than that, but Harry didn't ask anymore.
"Potter." Blaise looked at him and nodded. "Thanks for taking care of my mother."
His mind went to the night before, and the insane sex he had with his Mistress.
"Gah! Morgana's tits you're big!" Ms. Zabini screamed, his entire shaft filling her to the brim.
Harry groaned deeply, looking up at his Mistress as she rode him. Her big tits bounced up and down with each thrust she moved up and down his cock. He couldn't help but reach up and grab both of her jiggling breasts, causing her to moan even louder.
"Fuck! You're insatiable!" She moaned, smiling jubilantly as he fondled her big brown breasts.
He moved in closer, his mouth meeting her own as they kissed heatedly, all the while he squeezed her big tits and plundered her core with his-
He shook himself out of his memory of the night before, directing his focus to the son of his Mistress. "Um, yeah- no problem."
Blaise nodded, and left the compartment as soon as he entered. He left the three of them awkwardly sitting there and staring at each other.
"Did I say something wrong?" Harry awkwardly asked.
Tracey snorted. "Everyone knows Blaise is a wand-swallower, Harry."
"A wand-swallower?" He repeated.
"It means he's gay." Tracey explained, eyeing him up and down in a way that made Daphne growl. "And as far as the male and female population of the school go, you're quite the catch."
Daphne clutched his side possessively. He liked her being possessive. "I don't share, Tracey."
"Okay, okay." Tracey held her arms up in defeat. "I was joking."
The door opened again, and a familiar pair of redheads stood at the entrance to their compartment. "Harry!"
"Fred, George." Harry smiled at them.
"Who is this, Harry?" Fred asked, looking directly at Daphne, who he realized was still clutching his side.
"And why are you so close with a Slytherin?" George asked, before turning to look at Tracey. "Or I should say, Slytherins."
"You didn't change Houses, did you?" Fred joked.
"Harry!" A sudden shout got his attention, as Hermoine alongside Ron entered the compartment as well.
His best female friend looked older, more mature than last year, and he noticed that Ron had also grown as well. He also noticed they each wore Prefect badges, something they hadn't informed him of in their letters.
"Harry, I'm so sorry I haven't owled you more this summer!" Hermoine apologized, sounding distraught with herself. She pulled on her hair in a Hermoine-like fashion, as if she was stressed beyond belief. "Things just got so busy! And I can only imagine how terrible it must have felt being with your relatives the whole time."
"My summer wasn't all that bad at all. If anything, I would say it was quite exciting." Harry replied easily. "And it's good to see you both."
"Erm.. you too, mate." Ron replied lamely, eyeing Daphne warily. "Why is she here?"
"Guys, this is Daphne Greengrass, my betrothed." Harry placed a comforting hand on her thigh, knowing that his betrothed might freeze their bits off if he didn't stop her. "Daphne, these are my quidditch teammates, Fred and George, and you probably recognize Ron and Hermoine."
"A pleasure." Daphne greeted primly, ever the pureblood lady. He noticed that she didn't offer her hand for them to kiss, something Narcissa told him was impolite, but he didn't think that anyone but him noticed.
"Betrothed?" Ron and the twins all parroted, as Hermoine watched her like a hawk.
"As I said, this summer was exciting." Harry smiled at Daphne. All the sex wasn't too bad either.
"Harry you can't get married!" Hermoine looked ready to start a rant. "You're much too young, and, and-"
"They're not getting married for a while." Tracey Davis cut her off from behind them, causing the group to turn. Daphne's friend had sat quietly as the Gryffindors came in and talked, until she finally revealed herself. "Betrothed is basically the stuffy pureblood expression for boyfriend and girlfriend, or dating, meaning it can be broken off at any point. It's going to be a long time until they actually get married."
"Oh." Her explanation seemed to take the wind out of the group's sails, as Hermoine deflated. "Well, I'd still like to learn more about how this happened. But Ron and I have to get to the prefect meeting. I probably forgot to mention that we're prefects, by the way."
"Congrats." Harry genuinely meant it. "If anyone deserved it, it was you two."
"Thanks, mate." Ron said, holding the door as the twins as well as he and Hermoine left the compartment.
Tracey snorted after the door closed. "Gryffindors."
"What?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.
Daphne shook her head. "Don't mind her, Harry."
"Yes, don't mind me. I'm also going to get going, as I'm sure Hestia and Flora had a good summer, and I'll be sure to visit Astoria as well." Tracey smiled, standing and heading to the compartment door. "You two lovebirds need the privacy anyways."
"Tracey." Daphne said warningly, but it was too late. The brunette laughed as she fled the compartment.
Harry discreetly pulled out his wand and spelled the curtains closed as well as to lock the door. He turned to his girlfriend and placed his hand on her thigh, something that made Daphne bite her lip.
"She is right, we could use the privacy." Harry stated, with something in his tone that made her shiver in pleasure.
He shifted his leg, allowing a massive tubular bulge to appear in his trousers. Daphne noticed it immediately, her eyes widening before going to his own. Harry stared back, his gaze both captivating and arousing her to no ends.
"Y-You want me to take care of you?" Daphne shifted in her seat as she said those words, feeling his firm, dominant, grip on her thigh. A good pureblood wife would take care of her husband.
"Yesss." A certain serpentine quality was in his voice that made her shiver.
He had clearly been waiting for this moment, and she had been as well. She remembered all the way back to the time in her garden, when she had nearly sucked his cock while out in the open on the grounds of her manor. Daphne knew that she liked the risk of being discovered, just like the time in Diagon Alley, or how anyone could walk in their compartment right now and find her sucking him off.
She moved to her knees, primly resting her skirt-covered fat bum on her heels and unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress shirt. Harry watched her, and she could see him gazing at the cleavage she was unveiling for him. She finally moved her hands to his trousers, unzipping them before pulling them down.
A gasp erupted from her lips as a bigger cock than she could have imagined pointed straight out towards her. Her eyes crossed as she took it in, locked on its intimidating head. "It's so big."
Harry's shaft twitched, quivering under her praise, and Daphne let out a small gasp as it seemed to thicken and lengthen as it became even harder. She gently moved in, resting both hands on the thick shaft, feeling the heat of his his penis, before placing her mouth on its tip.
She took just the head of his enormous cock, sucking on it before releasing it like one of those muggle lollipops. Both her hands jerked the rest of his shaft, one at the base and another in the middle, doing the best to stimulate it. It was what her mother had taught her to do, being the most dignified way for a pureblood woman to suck a wizard's cock.
But she could do better.
She could tell Harry was enjoying it, but that wasn't good enough for her. She changed positions, placing her hands on her lap, before going deeper.
Harry's eyes widened, as she began descending down his shaft. Inch after inch fed into her mouth, before she felt the head of his shaft enter her throat. She gagged, fighting through the difficulty as her eyes filled with tears. But she ignored it, pushing deeper, and soon found that her nose was pressed against his groin.
Harry groaned deeply, a manly noise that moistened her panties, and she began slowly pulling back before pushing forward on his massive shaft. Daphne knew she would get better with time, as she removed one of the hands resting on her lap before bringing it up to one of his large balls contained within that giant swinging sack, and gently gave it a squeeze.
Harry roared. Cum erupted from his cock lodged deep within her throat, as she felt the massive penis expand within her airway before blowing a massive load deep into her esophagus. Daphne choked, not being able to breathe as the cum consumed her, and went to pull away-
But she couldn't. A firm hand landed on her head, grasping her perfectly manicured blonde hair and forcing her face firmly against Harry's groin. She could hear him groaning with the pleasure of his release, no doubt unconsciously forcing her down his shaft, as his fingers dug deeper into her scalp in such a pleasurable way. Feeling so many sensations at once, the way Harry found relief because of her, she couldn't help it… she came.
She didn't know how long she stayed like that, his shaft lodged deep in her throat as he came, but he finally stopped and allowed her to dislodge herself. Daphne didn't want that be the end however, as even though she had taken care of Harry's needs, she still felt that she could do more.
She moved in like a viper, peppering his softening shaft with loving kisses as Harry groaned in satisfaction. He was her future Lord, her future Husband, and she needed to prove that she could be a good pureblood wife.
-
He had taken a carriage with Ron and Hermoine up to the castle, talking about the coming school year. Harry could tell that they were keeping things from him, similar to how he was also keeping things from them as well. Narcissa was his secret to tell, along with staying with Sirius, and also dating Amelia, but he knew that one day it would all come out. Just not now.
It was clear that Ron and Hermoine had also spent a lot of time together this summer, seeing as they both seemed to be on the same page. Both spoke about Voldemort, and warned him about keeping his head down this year.
They were some of the last people to enter the Great Hall, something Harry regretted, as everyone seemed to momentarily stop what they were doing and stare at him. It left him feeling alone and awkward, as soon the entire hall broke out into hushed conversations as they stared at him as if he was some sort of animal in a zoo.
Last summer had been the best period of time in his life, and his entrance into the Great Hall was like waking up from a great dream. He felt like he had been pulled from his previous life, violently snapped out of the comfort of Grimmauld Place and dragged back into the dangerous Wizarding World that was Hogwarts.
No longer could he afford to spend half the day sleeping in, or fooling around with Narcissa or Julia for hours on end. Sirius wasn't someone he could easily reach anymore, and that wasn't mentioning his dates with Amelia or how their relationship would work out anymore.
It was almost as if he was in some sort of haze as he walked to the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermoine. He found himself sitting beside Ron, still trying to adjust to his new life at Hogwarts.
"You'd think they'd have something better to do." Ron grouched from his side, getting Harry's attention, as the redhead glared at the masses of students who were staring at him.
"Why are they staring at me?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"You haven't read the prophet, have you?" Seamus sneered from nearby, glaring at him angrily.
"Not really." He knew that Nymphadora read the prophet, and sometimes Narcissa, but he stopped after seeing the hit pieces done on him. I guess everyone here believes whatever that rag writes about me.
He looked up at the podium, find the teachers sitting and waiting for them all to get settled in. Dumbledore sat waiting, and pointedly seemed to be avoiding his gaze for some reason. The rest of the staff was mostly the same, except Hagrid was missing and replaced by the Grubbly-Plank woman, and an ugly woman wearing pink sat proudly in her seat at the end of the table.
Even if he knew it was bad, Harry let his gaze wander to the beautiful Aurora Sinistra. He had a crush on the Astronomy teacher since first year, and even now he struggled not to let himself stare too long at her. I think me and every boy in the castle has a crush on her.
The entire room seemed to quiet down as the doors to the Great Hall opened, beginning the sorting ceremony for the first year students. But it wasn't a first year student who entered behind McGonagall, but a familiar beautiful silver-haired French girl wearing unmarked Hogwarts robes.
What is Fleur doing here?
Harry watched as Fleur sauntered up to the stool and sat down, looking way to dignified (in his opinion) in how she did so. The former Beauxbatons champion wore her Hogwarts robes as if they were designer clothing, her hair perfectly straightened as it fell down onto her shoulders and back like a waterfall.
"Merlin's sack." Ron said under his breath from next to him. "What is she doing here?"
Harry was asking himself the same question.
-
She sat down on the worn stool, crossing her legs elegantly as she looked over the Great Hall of her new school. Hundreds of eyes stared back, the men of the school staring with lust as they looked over her sexy form. The girls stared with envy and hatred, knowing that she was more pretty than all of them combined, and that she could have any boy she wanted with ease.
Nearly any boy. She corrected herself, her eyes finding Harry's dark hair in the crowd. Before, she would have mocked or dismissed how girls felt about her, knowing that she was more pretty than any of them would ever be, but Fleur didn't feel that way anymore. She now felt just like the girls who envied her from being within Grimmauld Place and seeing the women Harry was with.
She couldn't help but feel inadequate and insecure when seeing Ms. Zabini and Ms. Black be intimate with Harry, a feeling she had never felt before. Now that feeling was all too real, and her being at Hogwarts was a sign of her desperation to get in a relationship with Harry Potter.
Professor McGonagall got her attention, as the older woman headed towards her with the sorting hat in hand. Fleur couldn't help but sniff in distaste as the ugly, smelly, old sorting hat was placed on her pristine hair.
'I heard that.'
Her eyes widened in horror. The sorting hat had spoken within her mind, reading her thoughts, and leaving her terribly embarrassed. Sorry!
'Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with-'
Gryffindor please. She told the had quickly before it could come to a decision. She had come to Hogwarts to be with Harry, and it wouldn't be good if she was in a different House than him.
'I admit you do have some courage, especially to get into that tournament last year, but I don't think Gryffindor will fit you.'
She thought of the black-haired wizard she had come here for. But I want to be with Harry!
'Heh. It's not everyday I get to upset a Veela. Just don't burn me.' "Ravenclaw!"