Chapter 13
Chapter Text
He ducked his head and twisted his broom under him, dodging yet another one of Malfoy's close-calls. The blonde pounce was determined to knock him off his broom, and had attempted to do so a couple of times already.
In the past, Draco only baited and harassed him for fun, but now there was an undercurrent of anger and frustration to it. Harry could guess why, being Voldemort's return, and possibly even the rumors of his secret lover, likely being reasons for Draco to be angry with him.
The whole castle seemingly was on the hunt for his 'secret lover', all the while Daphne was able to stay under the radar. Harry had no idea how she was able to manage it, but knew it was only a matter of time till their relationship was exposed.
No doubt Malfoy wanted nothing more than to harass and bully his secret girlfriend, but he was unable to even find out who exactly it was. All of which probably made Draco resent him even more, if that was possible, making an insecure boy even more envious of him. And it was something Harry could use.
"You missed me, Draco!" Harry taunted with a laugh, knowing Malfoy had been aiming to knock him off his broom with that pass.
Draco sneered, pushing his broom harder. "I'll catch you, Potter. You'll see!"
Harry laughed as he pulled off a tight corkscrew, effortlessly dodging a bludger. "Right. I'm shaking, Malfoy. You haven't even come close all season. Can't imagine this is any different."
Draco's face flushed with frustration. "You'll slip up soon enough." he spat. "You've always been lucky, Potter, never actually good."
"Luck?" Harry mocked. "This is skill, Malfoy. Not something you'd understand, given you have to rely on Daddy's money to buy you a broom that still can't keep up!"
Draco's jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped his broom. "You won't be so smug when you're flat on your back, Potter!"
"Sounds like wishful thinking, Malfoy." Harry retorted, swerving just in time to avoid another bludger aimed his way. He didn't miss a beat, spinning around effortlessly and giving Malfoy a taunting salute. "You could always take notes if you need tips."
Draco growled, his temper getting the better of him as he surged forward. But Harry was quicker, his broom responding to his every thought. Malfoy tried to match his pace, but Harry easily outmaneuvered him, dodging and weaving around him in circles, as though he were toying with a child.
"You've got to do better than that," Harry taunted over his shoulder, watching as Draco struggled to keep up. The look of fury on Malfoy's face was almost too satisfying. He swooped low, feigning towards the ground, watching as Draco followed him down in a reckless dive. At the last second, Harry shot back up, leaving Draco scrambling to pull out of the dive before he crashed.
"Oops." Harry called, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Careful, wouldn't want to bruise that pretty face."
Draco's face was a mask of anger as he shot back up after Harry, but it was too late. In the distance, Harry spotted the Snitch glinting in the sunlight. Without a second thought, he dove, ignoring the shouts from behind him as Draco tried to close the gap. Harry's hand closed around the Snitch, its wings fluttering helplessly against his palm as he slowed to a triumphant stop.
The crowd exploded in cheers, but Harry's attention was on Malfoy, who was now hovering just behind him, glaring with venom in his eyes. "Better luck next time!" Harry taunted, smirking as he held the Snitch up for Draco to see.
As Malfoy seethed and the crowd roared, he found himself leaping off his broom and into the arms of his teammates as they surrounded him. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia hugged him and each gave him a kiss on the cheek, while Fred and George then hoisted him up.
Harry held up the snitch as other Gryffindors swarmed the pitch, lapping up the praise and cheers. Other that his dalliances with Narcissa and Julia, this had been exactly what he needed this year. A victory.
And yet everything was not as it seemed, as the fake cough of the woman he had grown to despise ruined the moment. "Hem, hem!"
Harry turned, his mood souring instantly as Professor Umbridge approached, her expression a twisted mask of false politeness.
"Impressive flying, Mr. Potter," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "However, I regret to inform you that your behavior during this match has been… quite unbecoming."
Harry felt his stomach drop. "What?"
"Unsportsmanlike conduct," Umbridge continued smoothly. "Baiting your opponent, reckless flying—this is not what we expect from Hogwarts students. I'm afraid you'll no longer be allowed to play Quidditch."
"What?!" Harry exploded, the euphoria from catching the Snitch evaporating in an instant. "That's not fair! You can't just—"
"I can, and I have," Umbridge interrupted, her smile widening. "Consider yourself permanently banned from the sport. For life. Now, if you'll excuse me." She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Harry and the rest of them standing in stunned disbelief.
As Draco smirked in the distance, Harry clenched his fists, anger and frustration boiling inside him. He had won the match, but once again, Umbridge had found a way to snatch the victory from him.
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The water of the empty locker room shower collided with his body and flowed down his muscular frame. Harry didn't bother moving from his spot, standing in the shower nakedly as he silently fumed.
Suddenly, a buxom and busty form of a woman he had grown used to pressed against his back. He could feel her arms wrap comfortably around him, as her chin rested on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Julia whispered, sounding different than normal.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to comfort you." She replied easily. "I know you're frustrated with how things have been, and so I came here to make you feel better."
Harry felt himself fall deeper into her embrace, enjoying the feeling of her big tits pressed against his back. "Thank you."
"Well don't just thank me." She reached down and grabbed his girthy shaft, giving it a pump as it expanded in size. "Why don't you take this big thing, and stick it in me?"
Harry sighed, feeling himself harden at her actions. His mistress never seemed to be at a loss for what to do. "It'll be my pleasure."
He moved in an instead, reaching around and pushing his Mistress against the shower wall. Harry gripped her arse harshly, lining his cock up with her labia lips before harshly penetrating her. He didn't take his time like he normally did, burying his shaft within a handful of shafts as the shower hosed both of them down in water.
Her fat arse collided with his hips with a wet clap, each thrust sounding louder than usual as it rebounded of the shower walls. The water made things better, creating a slurping sound as his cock entered and exited her tight pussy. All the while Harry focused on his own pleasure, using her body for his own reward as he fucked her hard.
He was so angry, so frustrated, as he remembered every little taunt and loss that he went through in his head. From having to hide his relationships, Voldemort's return, the fucking quidditch match, and not being able to stay in Grimmauld Place. It all seemed to add up in his head, increasing his vexation to new heights.
SLAP
His palm slapped against her wet arse hard, causing his Mistress to moan. All the while he slammed into her, pounding the shit out of Ms. Zabini with his beefy cock and he pressed her hard against the shower wall.
He was just so frustrated! Julia was screaming in pure ecstasy at this point, as he relentlessly obliterated her mature pussy with his big cock. His arms gripped her hips harshly, letting his fingers sink into her soft brown skin in order to gain more leverage.
He could feel his release coming, but didn't bother slowing down, letting himself ejaculate without pause as his cock abused her poor pussy. Julia screamed, as Harry himself growled, only fucking her harder and faster as the shower covered their forms in more water.
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Rita Skeeter wasn't in her bug form this time as she spied on Harry Potter. Instead she hid behind a nearby corner in the boys locker room, watching at the Boy-Who-Lived fucked the living shit out of a witch she thought of as untouchable.
Julia Zabini. The Black Widow. And Harry Potter is fucking her.
And wasn't that just the understatement, as Rita watched him fuck the poor witch within an inch of her life. It was a pounding that most witches could only dream of, and only so many could take.
She watched as Potter's balls swung underneath their respective bodies, no doubt pumping an insane amount of semen into the witch. Rita heard Zabini moan and scream then, probably receiving an out of body experience in that moment.
Rita herself moaned quietly, two fingers pressed deep into her core as she felt herself experience pleasure unlike anything before. Just watching Harry Potter fuck a woman gave her more pleasure than actual sex, and she felt herself cum from the erotic sight.
She watched Ms. Zabini intently, the way her body spasmed and quivered under Potter's intense movements. What I would give to be that woman…
For the first time in what felt like forever, Rita felt a new emotion in regards to the woman in front of her. Jealousy. She was jealous of not just Zabini, but of Amelia Bones as well, and how lucky they both were to get with Harry Potter.
And that jealousy led to resentment, and Rita felt an anger for the two woman unlike any she had before. Rita had ruined careers, marriages, and everything in between with her publications. And in that moment she knew exactly what she would do to the two women.
How dare they get to be with Harry Potter while I'm not! She seethed internally, vowing to destroy them. And once I prove them unfit for Harry, he'll have no chance but to accept me!
-
Her robes were cleaned and firmly pressed, her Slytherin tie perfectly tied, while her long blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Daphne Greengrass looked every bit the perfect pureblood heiress as she entered the Great Hall, walking beside her best friend as they made their way to the Slytherin table.
Tracey stifled a yawn at her side as she looked over the hall before back at her. "Malfoy looks quite smug."
Daphne's eye twitched. "I can guess why."
It was obvious why. Harry Potter getting banned from quidditch had nearly sent all of Gryffindor into open revolt, and it had taken McGonagall quite the effort to calm things down. Daphne herself was quite peeved, and could only feel bad for her betrothed. On the other hand, she was furious with Umbridge, and angry with Malfoy as well for his own actions.
They sat down at the Slytherin table, as far away from Malfoy as possible, as Daphne began putting together her morning breakfast.
"Boy wonder seems alright today, all things considered." Tracey remarked from her side.
Daphne let her gaze wander, doing so inconspicuously, until her eyes locked on to Harry from across the Great Hall. Tracey had been right, and he did look much better than anticipated. It was the look of someone who had been freshly-fucked the night before, and Daphne hadn't been the one to do the deed. Not yet, at least.
Her eyes wandered, and she found herself staring at Hogwarts newest student, Fleur Delacour. The French Veela in Ravenclaw had gotten a lot of attention since her arrival, and been asked out quite a few times by boys, only to be ignored.
And yet the girl had an irritated frown on her features, glancing at Harry longingly from her spot at the Ravenclaw table before looking distastefully back down at her breakfast. It seemed Harry was ignoring her so far, and Delacour's disappoint only made Daphne feel better. Her worry about Delacour being the one Harry hooked up with ceased, and she felt herself relax.
Like Harry would ever fall for a cheap Veela like Delacour. Daphne snorted, knowing the girl had no chance of stealing her place as Harry's future wife.
It seems this day will be better than I originally thought. She mused, watching as a nearby owl dropped the paper on the table. Daphne grabbed it, opened it, and felt her eyes widen in horror.
It wasn't the title that grabbed her attention, but the large image of herself along with Harry and his other lovers that did it.
No…
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Daily Prophet Special Report: The Boy Who's Being Manipulated?
By: Rita Skeeter
Hold on to your wands, dear readers, because the Chosen One seems to have chosen himself quite the entanglement, and it's far more scandalous than even the most seasoned gossip enthusiasts could imagine. Our tale begins with a trip to Diagon Alley, a reservation at one of the more finer establishments that one can visit. And who can be found there? No other than Harry Potter and a certain Madam Amelia Bones.
That is right, dear readers, Harry Potter is currently in a relationship with Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, as well as the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones. The Iron Lady herself with the Boy-Who-Lived may seem scandalous enough, but that's not all!
A certain trip to the Ministry, and more specifically the Department of Magical Contracts, reveals that Harry Potter is not only dating Madam Bones, but is also locked in a betrothal contract with a certain Daphne Greengrass. Digging deeper, and this reporter found that Potter is not only betrothed to the Greengrass heiress, but also has a signed Mistress contract with none other than the infamous Black Widow herself, Mrs. Julia Zabini.
Three witches, all of their own power and ambitions, all circling Potter like vultures around a wounded animal. One has to wonder what exactly is going on? And not only this, but what are each of these three powerful seeking from Potter? Power? Influence? Wealth? Love? Or are these women playing Potter like a game of Wizard's Chess?
Let's start with Daphne Greengrass, the cold, calculating Slytherin beauty whose family is well-known for their deep pockets and ancient bloodline. Rumor has it that the Greengrass family has their eye on Potter's considerable fortune and his growing influence in the wizarding world. With Daphne's icy charms, it's no wonder she's managed to slither her way into Potter's life. But is it affection she seeks, or a long-term merger of two powerful families? Our sources think the latter.
Then there's Madam Amelia Bones, the ever-serious Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. What could such a seasoned and much older witch want with a teenage boy? Power, of course! With Potter's reputation as "The Boy Who Lived" and his connection to Dumbledore, some suspect Bones may be using Harry to solidify her influence in the Ministry. After all, being linked to the wizarding world's most famous boy could give her considerable leverage in both political and social circles. Could this be a calculated career move more than a romance? The evidence is starting to pile up, readers.
But the real kicker is Mrs. Julia Zabini, known to most as the Black Widow, a woman whose beauty is only rivaled by her deadly track record. With seven wealthy husbands mysteriously deceased, her involvement with Potter raises more than a few eyebrows. Is Harry her next target? Will he be the latest casualty in Mrs. Zabini's web of riches and tragedy? One must ask if Harry is nothing more than a pawn in this widow's deadly game—a game that always ends with her holding all the galleons.
Now, we must ask the question on every witch's mind: Has Potter lost his chance at true love? With these three powerful witches vying for control, it seems other hopeful witches—perhaps younger, more innocent ones—won't stand a chance of capturing Harry's heart… or his vast inheritance. Could Potter's future be sealed by these manipulative, scheming women, leaving others out in the cold?
This love triangle—or shall we say love quadruple?—could have far-reaching implications, both for Potter and for the wizarding world at large. Is Harry aware of how deep he's in, or is he merely a puppet in a game played by witches far more experienced than he? Will the Boy Who Lived live to see another day, or will he be outwitted—and perhaps outloved—by the Black Widow and her fellow manipulators?
One thing is for certain, dear readers: Harry Potter is in way over his head, and only time will tell if he can untangle himself from the grasp of these three ambitious witches—or if he'll fall victim to their treacherous games. Stay tuned, as this scandal is only getting started!
Chapter 14
Chapter Text
Harry sat slouched at the Gryffindor table, barely paying attention to his breakfast. Around him, the usual morning chatter was louder than ever, with students swapping complaints about Umbridge and her latest stunt. Across from him, Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried look.
"It's a bloody outrage, mate, best seeker in a century and she bans you for life." Ron took his frustration out on his breakfast, shoving down food faster than ever before.
Hermione nodded along. "That woman is starting to take over every part of this school! Things are really beginning to get out of hand with her actions."
"I just wish we could do something." Harry muttered, feeling down. Despite his session with his Mistress, he was still feeling frustrated at what happened. Luckily, it seemed his Housemates had his back, fed up with Umbridge's behavior as much as he was.
"Forget her, Harry." Fred said suddenly, taking the seat next to him while George followed his lead and sat on his other side. The twins leaned in conspiratorially, clearly having some sort of scheme. "We've got plans."
George wiggled his eyebrows. "Big ones. And let's just say they involve a highly visible demonstration in support of Gryffindor's banned Seeker."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "A demonstration?"
Fred grinned wider. "Of the colorful, explosive variety. A fitting tribute to Umbridge's… influence around here."
Katie rolled her eyes from her spot next to Angelina, as the three chasers sat further down the table from them. "We're all with you, Harry. The team isn't going to let her push us around."
Angelina, who'd been simmering with fury ever since Umbridge had banned him for life, leaned forward with a fierce expression. "We're winning that Cup, Harry. I don't care if she tries to ban half the team, Gryffindor's taking that Cup, and we'll make sure she knows it."
"She's right." Added Alicia, who shot Harry a warm smile. "She can keep you from playing, but she can't erase what you've done for the team. And she definitely can't stop the rest of us from making her life difficult."
Fred and George exchanged a grin that suggested they had a hundred ways to accomplish just that.
"And you can count on the best Beaters in Gryffindor to make sure Umbridge's reign stays, shall we say, interesting." George added in. "And not just Umbridge too, we'll make sure to make those Slytherins pay as well."
"Malfoy really does need a good thumping after what he pulled yesterday." Ron fumed.
"Ron!" Hermione admonished.
"A good thumping?" Dean asked. "I don't know about you, mate, but his Mum looks like she could use a good thumping too."
The girls nearby, including Hermione, voiced their outrage at Dean's lewd joke. All the while the boys at the Gryffindor table laughed. Harry let himself gain a small smile, knowing that he was giving Narcissa just that behind everyone's back.
The owls finally arrived with the morning paper just then, and Harry ignored them as everyone continued on their discussion around him.
"What about Fleur Delacour?" Fred grinned. "If anything, the cold up here seems to have made her more frosty."
"Now that's a bird, mate." Seamus whistled, glancing at the new Ravenclaw transfer student. "Do you think I got a chance with her?"
"Not a chance, mate." George snorted, before his gaze fell on him. "But maybe Harry does!"
"Oh shit." Someone muttered nearby, the newspaper from a nearby owl falling onto the table. Harry glanced over to see what was going on, only to pause and stare at the paper with growing horror.
It wasn't just him on the front page this time, instead Amelia, Daphne, and Julia were all on the paper as well. In fact, the entire newspaper seemed to be dedicated to them all, with page after page about their salacious relationship.
"Merlin's sack!" Seamus swore from nearby, with Dean looking over his shoulder to read the paper. Ron joined in as well, with others starting to stare at him from across the Great Hall.
He suddenly realized Daphne was in the paper as well, and he looked across the room at the Slytherin table. His betrothed seemed calm as could be, if that was even possible, reading the paper with a polite frown. Even now, she manages to keep her princess facade in place.
The Slytherin Ice Queen was getting a lot of attention, especially from girls around the hall who all glared at her. All the while, Daphne simply read the paper in peace. He guessed the worst they could write about her was that she was his betrothed, and it wasn't like what they were up to was illegal.
Suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder, and Harry found himself looking up at Fred and George.
"Didn't think you had it in you, mate." Fred smirked.
"Just save some for the rest of us, will ya?" George remarked.
"Err… sure?" Harry answered, and the two left him alone.
His gaze somehow managed to land on Neville, the poor boy looked shell-shocked by the newspaper, tracing over the image of Harry's women with his eyes. He couldn't help but wince at the sight, knowing that not even innocent Neville was immune to such things.
"Harry!" An outraged looking Hermione glared at him as if seeing him for the first time. "H-How could you do this? Y-You womanizer!"
"Heh." Harry rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "I-It's not like that, I promise."
"Wait, so it's true?!" Ron asked, his cheeks flush red. Harry honestly didn't know if his friend was simply jealous or blushing over the pictures in the newspaper.
"Yeah, you got me." He replied with an awkward laugh. I need to get out of here.
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There was a deep undercurrent of tension in the Ministry, almost like everyone was waiting for the hammer to drop. All throughout the different hallways and office spaces, workers talked in hushed tones about the morning news. And while it wasn't rare for a member of the Ministry to undergo a scandal, there certainly wasn't ones of this caliber very often.
And of course Harry Potter was at the center of it all. Tonks pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering just when that boy would stop disrupting her life. It was something that seemed less likely by the day, especially since he was banging her boss.
She heard the squeak of chairs as Proudfoot rolled over from his nearby desk to her own. "Tough day?"
"Tell me about it." She grumbled. "You read the paper too?"
"Yep." He grimaced. "You think it's true?"
"I know it's true."
"Shit." Proudfoot swore quietly. "No doubt the Minister will be on the Director about this one. And I'm not exactly sure that she'll keep her job."
As much as she wanted to deny it, Tonks knew what he was saying was true. Minister Fudge was looking for a chance just like this to get rid of Madam Bones, and it just so happened that Dawlish was coincidentally missing. It was suspicious, to say the least, being that he was the closest man to the Minister inside the Department.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Proudfoot suddenly sat a case file on her desk. "Do you mind giving this to Madam Bones."
Proudfoot grimaced, glancing towards the DMLE Head office which everyone seemed to be avoiding like the plague. Clearly the man was too frightened to provoke the wrath of their boss, not that Tonks could blame him. Bones sure can be scary when angry.
But on the other hand, she wouldn't hurt a friend of Harry's. Tonks knew that was a stretch, as she was sure the woman would fire the first person to walk through her door. And Madam Bones was likely in a bad mood today, and was always prone to firing people when angry.
But Nymphadora accepted her fate anyways, standing up and making her way towards her office as if walking to her doom. She took a deep breath and opened the door. "Madam Bones I- eep!"
She ducked as two spells missed her by a hairs breath, spinning around to see Madam Bones with her wand out. "Get in here and lock the door!"
Figuring it was a good idea to follow her orders, Tonks did as asked and closed the door quickly. Madam Bones put away her wand then, sitting primly at her desk as if nothing happened. "My apologies, but it would be best if you knocked next time."
"Heh, tough day?"
"Tell me about it." Madam Bones grumbled, her eyes falling downwards to the morning paper. Tonks couldn't help but grimace, seeing her boss all dressed up alongside a picture of Harry Potter.
Once again Nymphadora was faced with another woman that had been enthralled by Harry Potter, almost as if she was destined to be surrounded by his lovers. First Narcissa and Julia, then that Greengrass girl, and now my fucking boss?! Are you kidding me Harry?
That was besides the fact that Amelia Bones was drop-dead gorgeous. A redhead bombshell whose body was shaped by years at the gym and by rigorous training and auror fieldwork. Tonks would bet she was the most beautiful witch in Britain, and that wasn't mentioning the two missiles that she seemingly had bolted to her chest. How do tits even get that big without any sag?
"So um…" She started awkwardly. "Are you and Harry really dating? Or was it just some odd fling?"
Madam Bones raised an unimpressed brow. "Looking to get scoop on the latest office gossip?"
"Office gossip?" She repeated. "I think all of Europe is talking about your… arrangement, Ma'am."
The veteran auror sighed. "Why exactly did you come here, Nymphadora?"
She bit back the correction on her name. "Just delivering the newest case files, Ma'am."
"Good, now-" Her boss started talking, only to be interrupted when the fireplace erupted to life. The Minister's face appeared, looking panicked for some reason.
"Amelia! I've just recieved word, and there's trouble at Hogwarts!"
Harry is at Hogwarts. The redhead next to her stiffened, no doubt having the same thought she did, as wherever Harry went there always was trouble. And Tonks knew in that moment that her day just got a whole lot more hectic.
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The day had been one of his worst to date at Hogwarts, as he once again became the spotlight for school gossip and scandal. He certainly knew that his love life would get out at some point, but didn't envision it happening so soon.
He had yet to hear from Julia and Amelia, and could only guess what his redhead lover was going through at the Ministry. His only consolation was that Julia was safe and out of sight behind the wards of Grimmauld Place. There was also the matter of Daphne, but she seemed safe enough despite being at the heart of Slytherin. He doubted that any of her Housemates would attack her, given her fierce reputation, but even then it was worrying.
But that didn't stop his own frustration from growing. It was another thing to hate besides Umbridge, the Ministry, and Voldemort, being his love life was exposed to the public. Harry had spent the entire evening venting his frustration in an abandoned classroom, blowing up old desks and chairs in anger. And now he was headed back to his dorm to rest, when he heard a pair of students talking up ahead.
"-I'm telling you, I haven't seen her since she left." A sudden voice came from up ahead, getting his attention. "Umbridge must have done something for her to be missing this long. For that matter, no detention lasts this long!"
Umbridge must be torturing another student in detention. Harry seethed in anger, before calming himself and turning the corner to see who was talking. It turned out it was Tracey and Astoria Greengrass who were there. "Hey."
"Harry!" Tracey spun to face him, looking panicked. "Have you seen Daphne? We can't find her anywhere."
"Not since this morning." He answered. "Any idea where she is?"
"She went off to have detention with Umbridge." Astoria answered, looking nervous. "But that was hours ago, and no detention takes that long!"
I'll need to use the map to find her. Harry decided, reaching into his pocket to make sure that he had it. "Have you checked with Umbridge? Or any other Professor for that matter?"
"Snape isn't in his quarters." Tracey said. "And we knocked on Umbridge's door, but no one answered."
"How about you two go check the dungeons again, and I'll have a look around."
"We'll do that." Tracey agreed, grabbing Astoria and walking away.
He meanwhile took out the map and began flipping through the different sections of Hogwarts as he searched for Daphne and Umbridge. They have to be here somewhere…
Hundreds of names dotted the castle, with no Umbridge or Greengrass in sight. He finally flipped to the grounds, seeing two dots at the edge of the Hogwarts grounds. Daphne Greengrass. Dolores Umbridge. There you are.
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"Quit struggling girl, or else I'll curse you." The foul pink woman threatened.
Daphne flailed in the ropes binding her, seething in fury. "You Ministry bitch! When I get my hands on you, you'll wish your mudblood mother never opened her legs!"
"How dare you!" Umbridge yelled. "I am Dolores Umbridge! High Inquisitor, and Senior Undersecretary to the Minister! I ought to cut out your tongue!"
"Now, Dolores, why don't you calm down. There is no reason to threaten Ms. Greengrass in such a way, even if she has sullied her blood with filth like Potter." A familiar, slimey voice said nearby.
Daphne could just move her head enough to see it was Lucius Malfoy making his way towards them, with a group of Death Eaters behind him.
"Lord Malfoy!" Umbridge knelt. "I have done as you asked. All that is left is for Potter to come for the bitch."
So she kidnapped me to lure Harry out of the castle. Daphne had never felt so useless in her entire life. She knew it was suspicious when Umbridge gave her detention earlier in the day as punishment for the morning article.
She had shown up to Umbridge's office and taken a sip of tea before falling unconscious. The next thing she knew she was disarmed and bound in ropes as she was now, being levitated to the edge of the Hogwarts grounds. I'm going to kill that fucking bitch.
"Very good, Dolores." Malfoy nodded. "And the sooner that Potter arrives, the better for you."
"Good thing I'm here then."
-
It really was turning out to be a bad day. He once again repeated in his mind, staring at the group of Death Eaters next to his blonde betrothed. He had tracked them with the map to the edge of the forbidden forest, far enough from the school that no one would find them easily. It was too bad that Hagrid was gone, or else Harry was sure that the groundskeeper would have noticed them.
Umbridge held Daphne suspended in the air while restrained with ropes. In front of the vile woman stood Malfoy in Death Eaters robes, not bothering with wearing a mask, with a group of masked Death Eaters not far behind him. Clearly this was all some big ploy, likely involving his own capture, but Harry had done this before, and he certainly wouldn't let Voldemort win again.
His wand flashed up, not bothering with a verbal incantation as he tried to take them by suprise with his speed. He pointed it at the middle of the group of Death Eaters, far enough away that Daphne wouldn't be hurt, but the same couldn't be said for Malfoy. Bombarda Maxima.
His spell impacted the ground, causing an explosion in the midst of their group that sent the Death Eaters flying, and he felt a sense of vindictive glee as both Umbridge and Lucius fell on top of each other in the scuffle. He pointed his wand at Daphne's bound, floating form. "Accio Daphne."
She went flying over to him before he dispelled the ropes bounding her. His betrothed stood, looking more disgruntled than he had seen her before, but still able to walk. He didn't waste a moment, telling her what to do before turning back to face Malfoy and his thugs. "Head back to Hogwarts and get help! I'll take care of them."
She nodded, and he was grateful that she didn't resist his command. It wasn't like she could fight anyways, seeing as she didn't have a wand on her. And as much as a bonding experience it would be to have Daphne fight alongside him against Voldemort's allies, the last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt.
"Curse you, Potter!" Malfoy snarled as he got up, looking worse for wear. Imperio!"
Harry sidestepped the curse easily, and attacked back with a spell chain of his own that sent Malfoy stumbling away. Clearly the man wasn't all that great with a wand if Harry could beat him so easily, but it also explained why he had brought other Death Eaters with him. And there was Umbridge to deal with as well.
The disgusting woman stood, covered in dirt and grime with her hair sticking every which way. She stared at him as if she belonged in a mental institution, looking insane. "You! "
"So you were working for Voldemort this whole time, Dolores." Harry said lazily.
"Don't you dare say his name, you filthy half-blood!" Umbridge snarled, pointing her wand at him. "Crucio!"
His eyes widened in horror, and Harry threw himself to the ground to avoid the curse. Suddenly, the group of Death Eaters from earlier joined the fight, launching spells at him as he got up and ran. Harry ran into the woods and dashed between trees to avoid their spells. All the while the Death Eaters launched curse after curse that severed branches and kicked up dirt around him when they missed.
He ran deep enough into the forest that Harry knew he might have lost them, and he jumped behind a large boulder, panting for breath as he held up his wand and searched for his attackers.
"Potter. Potter!" A sudden voice voice hissed, taking him by suprise.
Harry spun around, only to face the beautiful woman staring at him with wide eyes. She was one of his Professors, and the last person he expected to see. "P-Professor Sinistra?!"
"Quiet!" She hissed, looking over the rock they were both hiding behind. "I'm here to help you."
"O-Ok." He replied awkwardly, not knowing where she had come from. "Did Daphne send you?"
"Greengrass?" She frowned, looking confused. "No, I just had a feeling that Umbridge might pull something like this. Did she do something to Ms. Greengrass?"
"Umbridge kidnapped her to lure me out of the castle." Harry answered, before a frown overtook his features. "I'm not sure we can beat all of them."
"There's always a way, Potter." Professor Sinistra lectured him, before looking down. "Although I admit, fighting off a group of Death Eaters might be a bit much for me."
He frowned, wondering just what he could do. Their current reminded him of back in third year when he had been chased through the forest by Lupin in his werewolf form. Yet this time, he doubted there was a time-turner that would solve all his problems. Even if Daphne was headed back to the school to get help, it wouldn't arrive in time for him and Professor Sinistra to survive.
He thought of what to do, and the possible ways out. His mind for some reason flashed back to the special moments he spent with his older lovers, and the benefit he got from being with them. Both Julia and Narcissa had gifted him magic through sex, and it was the only thing he could think of that would get him out of his current situation.
After taking both of them for the first time and claiming their magic as his own, Harry had been able to go on for days using his most powerful spells while never feeling tired. It had been a unique way for him to gain power, but it wasn't exactly something that was repeatable. It's not like I have Narcissa or Julia around to ask for spare magic anyways.
His gaze suddenly went to the witch in front of him, easily the most beautiful professor in Hogwarts. Aurora Sinistra was too beautiful to be a professor, in his opinion, having a mature, buxom body under those robes that were just begging to be ripped away. He could tell she wasn't as endowed as his other lovers, but she was still curvy enough to make any man lucky.
He swallowed thickly, knowing what he was about to say might get him killed. But between Voldemort's Death Eaters and Aurora Sinistra, Harry would rather get killed by the latter option any day of the week. "Professor, I have an idea to get us out of here."
"Yes?"
"Did you by chance read that article in the Prophet this morning?"
He knew it was a strange question to ask, and he saw here eyes flash with something strange. Was that jealousy? "I did."
"Well, um…"
"Spit it out, Potter." She ordered. "As long as it's something that will help us, that is. I don't want to hear about your love-life otherwise."
"Well, that's the thing." He said. "Every time me and… my lovers are intimate, it helps us get stronger. So I was thinking that if you and I… you know… we would have enough strength to fight off the Death Eaters."
"So you want us to…" She stared at him looking completely lost, before frowning. "You better not be taking me for a fool."
"I'm not."
"I swear, if this is just some way for you to get under my robes…" She sighed. "As far as I'm concerned, we're about to die anyway, so if this might help, then we might as well."
"At least look at the bright side, if we die, then at least we had fun first." He joked, but Professor Sinistra just gave him a glare.
"Not funny." She said dryly.
"Fine." Harry sighed, then looking awkwardly at her. "So do you want to turn around, or…"
"This better work, Potter." Aurora spun around and bent over, pulling her robes up to reveal her black panties. Harry licked his lips at the sight of her nice peach bum, no doubt formed over the years from walking up all the steps to the astronomy tower. He carefully pushed her panties down to reveal her pussy, before pushing down his own trousers and placing the head of his shaft at her entrance.
His cockhead made contact with her labia lips, and Aurora jolted at his touch. She turned around only to stare in open-mouth shock, her wide-eyes locked on his cock. "Oh my god…"
"What?"
"Are you kidding?" She looked incredulously at him. "That thing's bloody massive!"
Harry growled, ignoring her look and instead pushing the head of his shaft in. The Astronomy Professor groaned, and his left hand went to her hip, while his other hand held his wand up to protect them from any attackers.
He started getting into a rhythm with her, thrusting into her bit by bit as he shoved more of his shaft into her. The woman moaned with each thrust, covering her mouth with her hand in an effort to stifle the noise.
"F-Fuck!" Professor Sinistra groaned, sweating profusely. "A-Are you close?"
He looked down, seeing he wasn't even close. "I'm halfway in."
"O-Only half?" She sounded faint. "How are you this big?"
Harry snorted in amusement, before his eyes widened in suprise. His wand suddenly sprung up. "Confringo!"
It was awkward to be casting while having sex, but he was still accurate enough to hit his target. A Death Eater that had gotten too close was blown away by his spell, and he heard yells in the distance as Voldemort's thugs heard the commotion.
"They know where we are." Harry said. "We'll need to be quick, can you shield while I cast?"
"Y-Yes." She moaned.
"Good." He didn't hesitate, immediately thrusting into the Professor with newfound vigor as he chased his release. Aurora went scrambling with his first thrust, nearly losing her wand from her grasp as she gasped for breath.
Harry continued pounding, letting his shaft fill and stretch out her insides. Aurora meanwhile scrambled to shield the first spell that came their way, and Harry grit his teeth as he launched his own set of spells at the first Death Eaters to find them.
All the while he thrusted into her, gripping her wide hips harshly as his thighs clapped against her arse. If it was anywhere else he would have thoroughly enjoyed fucking the Astronomy Professor, but here it was all about reaching his own release and claiming her magic.
Harry could feel it, the sensation of his own magic bonding to hers as he thrusted into her. Her magic jumped at him, practically begging for him to bond it to himself. Her magic was strong, stronger than most witches, but his was on a different level, and he knew that she would never be able to fully satisfy him.
Aurora, on the other hand, was just trying to survive the onslaught. That is, she was desperately shielding them from incoming spells as Harry plundered her poor pussy. "H-Hurry up, I can't take much more!"
While it was true she couldn't shield much longer against the Death Eaters, she also wasn't sure she could last much longer with Harry pounding the shit out of her. She had sex before, more so before she became a Professor than after, but nothing like this. Sex with Harry was insane sex, back-breaking sex that came with his huge cock and ruthless pounding. Every thrust of his made her practically see stars, and she just knew those big balls of his would fill her to the brim with his seed.
And just when she felt like she couldn't take it any more, she finally felt it, the touch of Harry's powerful magic upon her body. It was too much power for her to handle.
Harry finally felt it too, the mountain that was Aurora's magic reduced to a pebble at his might. Her magic was a flame, waiting for him to take it and make it his. With a motion, he reached out to her flame, and simply added it to his own pyre.
Aurora screamed in pure pleasure, and Harry gasped as he reached his release. He slammed his cock to the hilt in her, his balls thuddered, and his shaft expanded in size before releasing his load.
He came and came, filling her to the absolute brim until her stomach expanded and his cum poured out of her pussy. It leaked from the space between his cock and her tight walls, soaking both their crotches.
"Oh! Oh fuck! T-There's so much! It's to good!" Aurora rambled, her eyes wide in shock as her body gave up. It was only Harry's grip, along with his massive cock holding her body up at this point.
Harry gave her a final thrust, and she moaned loudly before being slammed off his cock. She fell flat onto the forest floor, laying there in a fuck-stupid sweaty mess as Harry stood over her with his big hard cock like some sort of lewd conquerer.
His gaze snapped up to Malfoy and his Death Eaters, and he gained a menacing look. These were the men who had kidnapped Daphne to use against him, who had tried to kill or harm himself and Professor Sinistra, and they were Voldemort's men. They were his worst enemies, the scum that wanted to harm him and his lovers, and they needed to die.
He was furious, more angry than he had ever been in quite some time. The events of the past couple months flashed through his mind, of Voldemort, of Umbridge, and finally of Daphne being kidnapped. He raised his wand, channeling all of his rage into his next spell. "Fiendfyre."
Conjured flames erupted from his wand, and they consumed the two closest Death Eaters first. The flames swallowed them whole, as the rest of the Death Eaters ran away. There were only three left, and his Fiendfyre swallowed up trees, leaves, pinecones, and sticks as it chased after them. The three didn't get far, and soon the fire consumed them as well before he finally put it out.
Taking Aurora really did give him the boost he needed. Harry knew that he couldn't have beaten their attackers without her help, and would try to keep her close from now on. Well, Narcissa did want him to claim more women, after all.
"Crucio!" A familiar, ugly voice yelled, and Harry threw himself to the ground to avoid the curse.
Umbridge was back up, and his display of power had done nothing to throw her off. She followed up with a few more curses, and he easily dodged them before a new curse came from nearby and punctured her abdomen. The woman fell to the ground with a gurgled gasp, and clutched her midsection where blood poured from.
"I hated that bitch." Professor Sinistra said, fully clothed, and walking out from behind a nearby tree. "Did you know that she and I were in Slytherin together?"
Ouch. Harry winced. No wonder she hated her then.
He looked around the destroyed section of forest, seeing if there was anyone else left. "I think that's all of them."
"There's one more." She said, waving her wand and levitating an unconscious Lucius Malfoy over from nearby. "I got him while you were taking care of the others. Thanks for that by the way."
The Astronomy Professor gave him a sexy smirk, and he suddenly felt odd. Aurora Sinistra had always been the nicest Professor to him, and nowhere before had he seen this side of her. She was a lot more confident and dangerous than he imagined, and quite sexy. But there was the question of whether she wanted to be involved in his love-life at all.
"So do you want to go our own ways now?" Harry asked, not really knowing how his relationship with her would work out.
"Are you kidding?" Aurora raised an incredulous brow. "You can't just fuck me and leave me dry, Potter. We're definitely going to be seeing each other again."
Chapter 15
Chapter Text
Narcissa's buxom, feminine form curled up next to him on the bed. Her large breasts pressed against his side, while her hands ran through his hair and massaged his scalp through his messy ebony locks.
"I'm sorry, Harry." She said softly from his side. "I should have taken care of that woman earlier, if only I knew she would go this far."
Even though Umbridge was dead and would no longer bother him any longer, the mere mention of her made him grit his teeth in frustration. He had fled Hogwarts after fighting her along with those Death Eaters, taking Malfoy with him and escaping to Grimmauld Place. From there he locked Lucius away in the basement, and spent the night with his Courtesan and his Mistress.
"I was lucky to get to Daphne in time before anything bad could take place." He sighed. "Even then, it was only luck that I was able to fight off all the Death Eaters in the forest and get away. That's not mentioning the help I received from Professor Sinistra."
"It all worked out in the end, did it not?" Ms. Zabini chimed in, laying flat on the bed on the opposite side of his body from Narcissa. She was stark naked, with her legs up in the air and drifting from side to side playfully. Her heavy breasts pressed against the sheets, giving him a magnificent view as she stared up at him. "That filthy woman is gone for good, Cissy's old husband is captured, and that Astronomy Professor is wrapped around your cock."
SMACK
His hand suddenly moved and spanked her arse violently, and his Mistress moaned loudly. "Agh! Sorry!"
"Maybe be less crass next time." Narcissa berated her. "Aurora Sinistra is now a member of our little group, so we should treat respectfully."
"Thanks, Cissy." Harry smiled, leaning over and giving the blonde MILF a quick kiss.
"It is best that we not be at each other's throats." Narcissa was blushing from the kiss when he pulled away. "Especially at a time when one of our own was attacked. We need to take action in order to prevent something like this from happening again."
"Perhaps Harry was right when he took Ms. Sinistra to gain more power." Julia said. "There are more witches willing to be with him, and maybe it would be best if Harry took them. It would make sense that the more witches he bonds with, the more power he would have."
"That's not mentioning those you haven't even bonded with yet." His blonde lover said. "You are already set to wed Ms. Greengrass, and that Veela girl would surely be an easy target. Need I not mention your relationship with Madam Bones?"
"That's not mentioning the other girls in that castle." Julia smirked. "Our Lord would have all of them wrapped around his big cock in no time at all. If he is able to tame experienced women, such as ourselves, then surely the little girls in your school should be no problem at all. Maybe start with those three chasers on your quidditch team first?"
Her hand neared his shaft as she spoke, and Harry imagined all the different girls throughout Hogwarts he could easily fuck. It wouldn't be hard, simply having his way with whoever he pleased. Daphne and Fleur would be easy for him to have his way with, and from there he could move on, plowing his way through the girls in the Gryffindor Dorm, or even the three chasers like Julia had suggested. Katie, Angelina, and Alicia would be one hot fuck, especially if he got all three of them in the shower together-
Julia's hand wrapped around his shaft, and he felt it jerk. It was also a wake up call for what she was doing to him, and he growled. "You tease."
"As much as Julia's suggestion amuses me." Narcissa added from the side, her eyes shining with mirth. "Perhaps it would be better to be more realistic. More specifically, getting closer to Madam Bones."
"Amelia?" Harry frowned, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the mess he must have caused her. Not only with that article Skeeter had written about their secret relationship, but also Umbridge's death. How did Skeeter even find all that out?
He figured one of the repercussions of Skeeter's article was Daphne being kidnapped by Umbridge, and he doubted that it would be the last of them. There was no telling what kind of hell Amelia was going through at the Ministry because of their relationship being exposed. And not only that, but Harry guessed that the Minister wouldn't rest until he got to the bottom of what happened to Umbridge, and his redhead lover might even get dragged into that too.
"She's probably going through hell because of that article Skeeter wrote." Harry groaned to himself.
"How did that woman even find out about her?" Julia asked. "Not to mention, she found out about me as well."
"She's an animagus, a beetle." He supplied. "Hermione found out last year and blackmailed her over it, and after that I figured that was the end of it. But I guess Skeeter discovered the story about me and figured it was too much to give up."
"We'll have to deal with her later." Narcissa said. "Or rather, Julia will deal with her for us."
"With pleasure." Ms. Zabini smiled in a way that made Harry terrified. Let's just hope that Rita survives whatever Julia has planned.
"What about Umbridge?" He suddenly asked. "It was Professor Sinistra who killed her, but I doubt Fudge will just let things slide."
"I will deal with Umbridge." Narcissa stated, placing a finger on his lips when he went to speak. "No buts. It will be my problem to deal with, seeing as I failed to take care of her in the first place. In the meantime, we have a certain prisoner to deal with."
"And what should be done with Mr. Malfoy?" Julia asked.
"Please kill my husband." Narcissa looked at him intently. "He doesn't deserve your mercy."
His mind went back to second year, and how Lucius had cursed Ginny Weasley with that Diary. That whole fiasco had led to the Basilisk nearly killing students, and himself getting bitten by the beast. After that had been several dangerous run-ins with Malfoy until the man took part in kidnapping Daphne.
That wasn't mentioning the World Cup, the Graveyard and Voldemort's resurrection, or that fact that the man was Narcissa's ex-husband. It was that last one that grated on his nerves for some reason, an irritating truth that frustrated him to no end.
"I will kill him." Harry answered, feeling his anger building. "But not before I break him."
-
Lucius would certainly admit that this was one of the worst positions he had ever been in. Locked in a tight cell while bound tightly in conjured ropes in the basement of some random home. And that wasn't mentioning it was Potter who had landed him in this position. He hated that damn brat.
The basement door opened, and Potter came strutting in. "It's your lucky day, Lucius, an ally of yours showed up to bail you out."
An ally? His face contorted as he tried to understand what that meant, knowing that Potter would never let him go. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was handed over to Dumbledore or the DMLE, and from there it was likely he would be in Azkaban. There was no chance one of his Death Eater comrades could convince Potter to let him go. So what was Potter talking about?
His confusion only increased when his wife of all people walked through the door and into the dingy basement. It was the last person he expected to come and rescue him, especially since he hadn't seen her in months.
Her blonde hair was brushed back and pulled tight, falling down her back like a waterfall. She wore fancy black witches dress robes, covering her buxom body in a provocative, but threatening way. Narcissa's high heels clacked with each step, conveying her anger, and Lucius couldn't help but slightly wince when her steely blue eyes examined him from outside his cell.
His wife looked over him with nothing but pure contempt, as if his significance was that of an insect. It was a look he had received all too often over the years, as the viscous Narcissa Black never seemed to view him as anything more than an annoyance.
"Mrs. Malfoy." Potter smiled cockily at his wife, letting his gaze wander over her curves. He was braver than most to do such a thing openly, Lucius would admit that.
"It's Ms. Black, actually." Narcissa corrected him sternly. It made Lucius wince, knowing his wife didn't bother even using his family name. "And what do I have to do in order to free my husband?"
"There really isn't much to it." Potter smirked. "You just have to suck my cock."
For a moment, time seemed to stop for Lucius. Potter's request was so outrageous, so outlandish, that he couldn't help but stare at the boy. Of course, logic reasserted itself, and Lucius nearly barked out a laugh. You imbecile, like Narcissa would ever agree to that!
"Ok."
What?
Narcissa knelt down, doing so properly and casting a cushioning charm where her knees touched the floor. It was as if Potter had simply asked her for a simple favor, and not for her to behave like a whore for a boy the same age as their son.
Potter smirked as if he had struck gold, unzipping his trousers as Lucius watched with growing horror at the scene in front of him. The boy sent a cruel smirk his way, as if enjoyed the humiliation he was causing him, before pulling his shaft out of his trousers. W-What the hell?
It wasn't the cock of a boy that left his trousers, nor that of a man, but something more akin to what a hippogriff would have. It flopped out heavily, dangling under its own weight, before jerking from the exposed air and starting to harden. Lucius couldn't take his eyes off it.
"P-Potter…" Narcissa murmured, starting at the huge cock as if she couldn't look away. "I-I…"
"Bigger than what you're used to, eh?" Potter asked with a smug smirk.
"I-It's more than double the size." She answered, still staring at his cock with wide eyes. Lucius felt a small part of himself crawl in a hole and die at those words.
"It's okay, Narcissa, just wrap your mouth around it and start sucking. I'm sure I'll still be able to cum with a woman as beautiful as you sucking me off."
He couldn't help but internally panic when his wife nodded and did exactly that, leaning in and taking the gigantic head of Potter's shaft into her mouth. She went down it slowly, gurgling and gagging as more and more of Potter's gigantic cock stuffed her mouth. How can he be that big? Why is Narcissa doing this?
There was also the question of how his wife was stilled enough to stuff that much cock into her mouth and down her throat. He could see the erotic sight of her stretched lips around the boy's girth, and they way her cheeks puffed out and throat bulged because of its sheer size.
Potter sighed and rested and hand on his wife's head. "You're doing a good job, Narcissa."
His wife shakily nodded at his praise, beginning to move her head up and down Potter's cock as the boy rested his hand on her hair. It seemed to go on for a while, and Lucius knew he would have blown his load in moments if his wife tried something similar on him.
But it took a while for Potter to finally cum, all the while his wife dutifully slobbered and sucked on the boy's massive cock. He could see the drool mixed with precum falling out of his wife's mouth as she sucked him, along with her tears and ruined mascara because of what Potter was doing to her. When Potter was ready he ripped his cock out of Narcissa's mouth forcefully before literally hosing her down in his seed.
Potter's seed erupted from his shaft like an aquamenti charm, an endless amount of fluid that covered his wife's face with its first load. His second load covered her hair, the next one landed on her neck, and the one after that on her cleavage.
Potter began to laugh, a boisterous evil laugh that sent chills down his spine and made him feel small. All the while he covered Narcissa with his half-blood seed.
It was the ultimate humiliation. Something so debasing for an esteemed pureblood such as himself to have to experience; having his wife suck off another man to earn his freedom. Lucius began to seethe in pure anger, his body literally shaking in fury because of Potter's actions.
When his vision began to refocus, he could see Potter staring at him. Narcissa as was doing her best to clean herself, not that it was working well, while Potter continued to stare at him. It was almost as if Potter had changed from before, looking at him with nothing but pure contempt along with a hint of condescension in his gaze.
"I want you to watch, Lucius." Potter stated suddenly. "I want you to watch as I fuck your wife."
-
Harry had to admit that Cissy sure knew how to act, especially when it came to getting back at her husband. Or rather, ex-husband.
"Oh! Potter I-I- don't know if it'll fit." Narcissa whined pitifully, hiding a grin as she looked away from Lucius. "Y-You're just so much bigger than my husband!"
"That's because your dealing with a real man's cock." Harry smirked.
"They say that powerful wizards have a bigger penis… is that true with you?"
"I guess it is." He went along with her act. "I did defeat Voldemort when I was a year old, so I guess I would be powerful. Maybe I'm the strongest wizard alive?"
"Agh! Morgana! You must have the biggest cock in the world!"
Since when did Cissy start acting this slutty? He mentally wondered, guessing that she must have learned a few things from Julia Zabini. Narcissa had always been prim and proper, even in bed, but for some reason having him take her in front of her husband seemed to light a fire in her. Not that Harry was complaining.
His cock entered her pussy, as Narcissa was naked and on all fours beneath him. He could see Lucius absolutely livid as he stared at them from his cell, still tied up in ropes and unable to move nor talk as a result. If he was free, Harry guessed the man would be bashing his head against the bars and screaming in rage at the two of them.
Narcissa panted deeply beneath him, her body shuddering as more and more of his cock entered her. "I-Is it all the way in yet?"
"I'm halfway in."
"H-Half?!" She gasped in mock horror.
SMACK
He spanked her arse, enjoying the sight of it jiggling before he began to forcefully press more of his cock into her. Narcissa moaned loudly as he began to truly begin pounding her, his cock lubricated from her blowjob earlier as he pressed it deep into her core.
"Gah! You're stretching me so much!"
Harry let out a laugh as he fucked her, using his strength to grip her hips as his thighs slammed against her fat arse. Her blonde hair moved wildly as her big tits bounced underneath her frame. He pulled a hand back as he pounded her and began slapping her arse.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Oh Morgana!" Narcissa screamed.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Agh! YOU'RE BREAKING ME IN HALF!"
Harry threw his head back and laughed boisterously, pounding the blonde MILF into submission in front of her husband as his cock obliterated her core. He knew Lucius was watching them, and that the man would never even compare to the intense fucking he was giving Narcissa in that moment.
"I'm going to cum, Lucius." Harry smirked at the man from across the room. "I'm going to cum in your wife!"
"Do it!" Narcissa screamed. "Fill me up with your cum!"
He fucked her straight through his orgasm, filling her core up with his seed as she tightened around him. He could see her stomach bloating from the size of his sheer load, as Cissy screamed and moaned in ecstasy. He let his orgasm die down, and when he was done he ripped his shaft out of her to reveal Cissy's gaping pussy.
Cum leaked from her gaping vagina like a waterfall, pouring out of it and onto the floor. He truly had done a number on the woman, and if this was her first time with him then he would have been worried. He turned Narcissa's body to show Lucius the erotic sight, and the man deflated when he saw it. It was like all the rage and anger he carried dissipated at the sight of his ruined wife, only for him to accept defeat.
"There's just one more thing for us to do, Cissy." Harry said to her.
"Y-You don't want to take my arse as well, do you?" She asked, still acting.
"No." He answered, deciding that he wouldn't do something like that in front of Lucius, even if Narcissa probably wanted him to. "You just have to kill your husband for me."
Narcissa nodded and shakily stood, still naked and covered in his seed as she grabbed her wand from the ground. She pointed it at Lucius as he was bound by ropes in his cell, dispelling only the ropes binding his mouth.
"N-Narcissa I-I-" He panted. "You have to help me!"
"You're a pathetic man, Lucius." Narcissa stated. "You always were weak, a pitiful and insecure man. But above that you were cruel, someone I hated spending my days with."
Malfoy's face turned from scared into a nasty sneer. "You wench! Free me right this instant, I command-"
"Avada Kedavra."
The green spell left Narcissa's wand, before hitting Malfoy's body and turning it into a lifeless corpse.